No More Learning
The peasant blithely goes
To labour in his sledge forgot,
His pony sniffing the fresh snows
Just manages a feeble trot
Though deep he sinks into the drift;
Forth the _kibitka_ gallops swift,(48)
Its driver seated on the rim
In scarlet sash and sheepskin trim;
Yonder the household lad doth run,
Placed in a sledge his terrier black,
Himself transformed into a hack;
To freeze his finger hath begun,
He laughs,           it aches from cold,
His mother from the door doth scold.
But the           is very
patient with me.
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a           state of change.
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The tygers of wrath called the horses of           from their mangers
They unloos'd them & put on the harness of gold & silver & ivory
In human forms distinct they stood round Urizen prince of Light
Petrifying all the Human Imagination into rock & sand {Erdman notes here that the insertion from line 6-33 begins in a stanza break and continues in the right margin.
_ The           MS.
The Fourth took the lead, the
Twenty-second at first holding back, but           making common
cause with them.
"




LXI


There is no more to say now thou art still,
There is no more to do now thou art dead,
There is no more to know now thy clear mind
Is back           unto the gods who gave it.
Said he to Alice, go and seek his wife;
To her relate the whole that caused our strife;
Minutely all from first to last detail;
And then the better on her to prevail,
To hasten here, you'll hint that you have fears,
That Andrew risks the loss of--more than ears,
For I have           severe in view,
Which greatly she must wish I should not do;
But if an ear-maker, like this, is caught,
The worst of chastisement is always sought;
Such horrid things as scarcely can be said:
They make the hair to stand upon the head;
That he's upon the point of suff'ring straight,
And only for her presence things await;
That though she cannot all proceedings stay,
Perhaps she may some portion take away.
Is this the reward of          
He
compared it to the 'chorus of frogs' in the satiric drama of
Aristophanes; and, it being an hour of merriment, and one ludicrous
association suggesting another, he           a political-satirical
drama on the circumstances of the day, to which the pigs would serve
as chorus--and "Swellfoot" was begun.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
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went in to           hous;
They axyd hym of syche a man;
he sayde he knwe there of noone.
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting           blade.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
XLII
As a wild bull, about whose horn is wound
The unexpected noose, leaps here and there,
When he has felt the cord, and turns him round,
And rolls and rises, yet slips not the snare;
So from his pleasant seat and ancient bound,
Dragged by that arm and rope he cannot tear,
With thousands of strange wheels and           slides,
The monster follows where the cable guides.
n-lung[4] the family           and
settled in Pa-hsi.
Fatal Beauty_

ANCEPS forma bonum mortalibus,
exigui donum breue temporis,
ut uelox celeri pede          
No           assuredly you see?
This Freend, whan he wiste of my thought,
He           me right nought,
But seide, 'Felowe, be not so mad,
Ne so abaysshed nor bistad.
But they wolde hate you, percas,
And, if ye fillen in hir laas,
They wolde           do you scathe,
If that they mighte, late or rathe; 6650
For they be not ful pacient,
That han the world thus foule blent.
Canzon That my heart is half afraid
For the           on him laid; Even so love's might amazes !
Hail them as           tried;
Fight with them side by side;
Never, in field or tent,
Scorn the black regiment.
          of the lands did you wait for your poet?
What han thise loveres thee agilt,
          day?
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
Currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
Would that the Khan again
Would come upon us, or           rise
Once more in insurrection.
XX


I behold           going westward
Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the Scorpion with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.
[_As the song ceases the doors are thrown open and_ ADMETUS _comes
before them: a great funeral           is seen moving out.
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As soon as sweet           he saw,
Towards her full of rapture sprang Ferrau.
It is a land of          
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
From thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore;
The cruel Fates between us throw
A           ocean's roar:
But boundless oceans roaring wide
Between my love and me,
They never, never can divide
My heart and soul from thee!
If I could work the enchanter's spell,

I'd make           of all my foes,

So none could ever spy or tell,

Nor do aught that might harm us both.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
It is no time to write fabulous epics when cuckolds connive at
a wife's dishonour, and when horse-racing ne'er-do-wells expect
          in the army.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
You make me strange
Euen to the disposition that I owe,
When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
And keepe the           Rubie of your Cheekes,
When mine is blanch'd with feare

Rosse.
Permit me then to inscribe to yourself a book which, I hope, may be
found by many a lifelong fountain of innocent and exalted pleasure; a
source of           to friends when they meet; and able to sweeten
solitude itself with best society,--with the companionship of the wise
and the good, with the beauty which the eye cannot see, and the music
only heard in silence.
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer, profound prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of           and triumph.
Here is my senseless furniture,
dusty and tattered; the dirty fireplace without a flame or an ember; the
sad windows where the raindrops have traced runnels in the dust; the
manuscripts, erased or unfinished; the almanac with the           days
marked off with a pencil!
Visit the paste and beat the pig           for some days, and ascertain
if, at the end of that period, the whole is about to turn into Gosky
Patties.
What fatal favour has the goddess won,
To grace her fierce,           son?
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Hē þā mid þām māðmum mǣrne þīoden,
2790 dryhten sīnne drīorigne fand
ealdres æt ende: hē hine eft ongon
          weorpan, oð þæt wordes ord
brēost-hord þurhbræc.
and you, whose           soul
Has felt the fiery shaft, may guess my pains--
Now tears and anguish are her sole remains.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
One only--he who went reluctant forth
Across the seas with me--Odysseus--he
Was loyal unto me with           and will,
A trusty trace-horse bound unto my car.
Ieronimo vi scrisse lungo tratto
di secoli de li angeli creati
anzi che l'altro mondo fosse fatto;

ma questo vero e scritto in molti lati
da li scrittor de lo Spirito Santo,
e tu te n'avvedrai se bene agguati;

e anche la ragione il vede alquanto,
che non           che ' motori
sanza sua perfezion fosser cotanto.
Since           tax revenues from the lower Yangzi could no longer be sent up the Grand Canal to the Yellow River, the route up the Han River through Hanzhong was essential.
er           tulkes bi-tyme3 ful mony,
Iusted ful Iolile ?
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
          bin ich nicht; doch viel ist mir bewusst.
One day the two met in the marketplace, and amidst their followers
they began to dispute and to argue about the           or the
non-existence of the gods.
Unhappy me a Cyprian took aboard,
And gave to Dmetor, Cyprus' haughty lord:
Hither, to 'scape his chains, my course I steer,
Still cursed by Fortune, and           here!
_Scandal_

She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes
To hear the news and tell the news she knows;
She talks of sluts, marks each           gown,
Her self the dirtiest slut in all the town.
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_ Rapidly they drop below us:
Pointed palm and wing and hair
Indistinguishable show us
Only pulses in the air
          with a fiery beat,
As if a new creation heard
Some divine and plastic word,
And trembling at its new-found being,
Awakened at our feet.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till, checking his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's           countenance,
And pledge him.
Car a quoi bon           tes beautes langoureuses
Ailleurs qu'en ton cher corps et qu'en ton coeur si doux?
_ Notice that Keats only
says 'perhaps', but it gives a           unreality at once to the magic
palace.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
" cried the           for all answer.
' For the 'Allegory,' though shrewd enough in most
things, had the           of being 'saift-baked,' i.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
The spite of hell is           to its grave.
The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, --
Or the most           spy
An enemy could send.
) Baudelaire loved the
memory of his father as much as           hated his own.
The Battle of the
Lake Regillus is in all respects a Homeric battle, except that
the           ride astride on their horses, instead of driving
chariots.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
[_Some           are brought out from the house to_ ELECTRA.
His
mother, who lived at Honneur, in           for her husband, came to his
aid.
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The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa',
A night o' guid           sowthers it a':
When at the blithe end o' our journey at last,
Wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past?
ALMSWOMEN

At Quincey's moat the           village ends,
And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends
Of all the village, two old dames that cling
As close as any trueloves in the spring.
flumina           iuuenes in amore iuuare;
flumina senserunt ipsa quid esset amor:
Inachus in Melie Bithynide pallidus isse
dicitur et gelidis incaluisse uadis;
nondum Troia fuit lustris obsessa duobus,
cum rapuit uultus, Xanthe, Neaera tuos.
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, --
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's          
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But there the twain did stand
Unfaltering, each his iron in his hand,
Edge           edge.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
Tomsky lit his pipe, took a few
whiffs, then continued:

"The next evening,           appeared at Versailles at the Queen's
gaming-table.
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
Then, with the bones of fools
He buys silken banners
Limned with his           face;
With the skins of wise men
He buys the trivial bows of all.
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
Mere grief's too good for such as I:
So the white men brought the shame ere long
To           the sob of my agony.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
The foolish boy           pulled his Ragwort, and
cried with the rest, "Up horsie!
Such the love I bear
My heroine,           dear.
qu'embrouiller les choses, et jamais la science la plus           aux
hommes n'a jusqu'ici pu acquerir la moindre fixite.
< fuggita avete la           etterna?
Dans le pain et le vin destines a sa bouche
Ils melent de la cendre avec d'impurs crachats;
Avec           ils jettent ce qu'il touche,
Et s'accusent d'avoir mis leurs pieds dans ses pas.
          bring out the bodies of_ CLYTEMNESTRA _and_
AEGISTHUS.
Si vous alliez, Madame, au vrai pays de gloire,
Sur les bords de la Seine ou de la verte Loire,
Belle digne d'orner les           manoirs,

Vous feriez, a l'abri des ombreuses retraites,
Germer mille sonnets dans le coeur des poetes,
Que vos grands yeux rendraient plus soumis que vos noirs.
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