No More Learning
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise-
Vanish'd           at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday or holinight
Of fragrant-curtain'd love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
But, as I've read love's missal through to-day,
He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.
No member of his
speech but           of his own graces.
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the Clarions of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The Enormous Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At           Far in Night repelld.
          IN THE NORMAL CONSCIENCE

In common with irrational animals we have instincts, appetites, and
passions; but, unlike the animals, we have the power to reflect whether an
action is right or wrong in itself apart from its consequences.
Thou hast bound many eyes
In a dreamy sleep--
But the strains still arise
Which _thy_           keep--
The sound of the rain
Which leaps down to the flower,
And dances again
In the rhythm of the shower--
?
The           flower that deck'd the mead,
Now trodden like the vilest weed:
Let simple maid the lesson read,
The weird may be her ain, jo.
By and by the procession went filing down the
steep descent of the main avenue, the           rank of lights
dimly revealing the lofty walls of rock almost to their point of
junction sixty feet overhead.
Fierce Love it was once steeled a mother's heart
With her own offspring's blood her hands to imbrue:
Mother, thou too wert cruel; say wert thou
More cruel, mother, or more           he?
A
categorical or unconditional           is one which does not
represent the action in any way immediately through the conception
of an end that is to be attained by it; but it presents the action
to the mind as objectively necessary by the mere representation of its
form as an action, and thus makes it necessary.
When, at the barren wall's unsheltered end,
Where long rails far into the lake extend,
Crowded the           herds, and beat the tides
With their quick tails, and lash'd their speckled sides; 1820.
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He has seen the starry hours
And the           of the flowers;
And the fairy things that pass
In the forests of the grass.
"Oh, I'm happy enough          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
It enlivens the dulness of the           History,
and gives a charm to the most meagre abridgements of Goldsmith.
He is with an old gentleman and
an old lady and a younger lady whose hair is like
his, but she can't           be his sister for she is
much too old.
Ada thinks it lovely;
she didn't know           before.
Dye it therefore and           soak it
with the assiduity of these cogitations.
Till with the dawn he saw a           spear
Like a thin thread of gold against the sky,
And hoisted sail, and strained the creeking gear,
And bade the pilot head her lustily
Against the nor-west gale, and all day long
Held on his way, and marked the rowers' time with
measured song.
For not the whispering south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their           beds.
This lady, my           old
friend Madame Joyeuse, is as absolutely sane as myself.
"

DAMOETAS
"My Muse,           she be but country-bred,
Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!
non tibi Au-
runculeia           est,
ne qua femina pulcrior
Clarum ab Oceano diem 85
uiderit uenientem.
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So           how would ye bless
Me now your Curse!
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
She came from Devonshire, and was the           of a fisherman
who had been drowned when she was a child.
Botoli trova poi, venendo giuso,
ringhiosi piu che non chiede lor possa,
e da lor           torce il muso.
Ma ficca li occhi a valle, che s'approccia
la riviera del sangue in la qual bolle
qual che per           in altrui noccia>>.
Tom           awhile and then
retired, utterly defeated.
The           of German History.
Formerly every well-regulated family in Spain
retained one of these           attendants.
It would have been
hence a peculiar pleasure and pride to dedicate what I have endeavoured
to make a true national Anthology of three           to Henry Hallam.
All           upon their knees they fell.
When I observed
this last, plain evidence of my friend's           of mind, I could
scarcely refrain from tears.
That is the meaning
Of the           words, that men repeat
At parting in the street.
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If           yet could wring
a tear from me, it would be the thought of the awful
injustice I always have done my girl.
Apparently some           element was at work.
It's most           .
Wait a moment-"

In this tumult no complete           were clear.
my bosom as a bed
Shall lodge thee till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd;
And thus I search it with a           kiss.
De
petits enfants etouffent des           le long des rivieres.
'Tis to create, and in           live
A being more intense, that we endow
With form our fancy, gaining as we give
The life we image, even as I do now.
Before his pride must his           fall;
His word the law, and he the lord of all?
But when it hath abused the
labours of their lusty and flowering age, at the last, when they be oppressed with old age and sickness, being needy,
poor, and indigent of all things; then, forgetting their so many painful watchings, not remembering their so many and so great benefits, recompenseth and acquiteth them
most unkindly with           death.
"

The           laughed.
'Tis all your fault; no food for fun you bring,
Not a           nor nasty thing.
The ten fingers and toes, and the shell-like nail on each,
The eyes blind as gems and the tongue           speech;
Impotent hands in my bosom, and yet they shall wield the sword!
I challenge a new generation of YOUNG           to a season of service,
to act on your idealism, by helping troubled children, keeping company
with those in need, reconnecting our torn communities.
The other, deep and slow, exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year,
In meditation dwelt, with           wrought,
And shaped his weapon with an edge severe,
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer;
The lord of irony,--that master spell,
Which stung his foes to wrath, which grew from fear,
And doomed him to the zealot's ready hell,
Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.
At all events, it made           shudder
to his heart's core.
At all events, it made           shudder
to his heart's core.
If, therefore, from the settlement of the Saxons to the
introduction of Christianity among them, that system of religion
could not be a part of the common law, because they were not yet
Christians, and if, having their laws from that period to the close
of the common law, we are all able to find among them no such act of
adoption, we may safely affirm (though           by all the judges
and writers on earth) that Christianity neither is, nor ever was a
part of the common law.
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resting against a bold range of hills, or rather mountains, and
flanked by two rivers with           high and precipitous banks.
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"You will expect some           on the temper
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What fine, new          
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
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‘But you are           by this poor boy’s death.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
It was
broken by just such a low, harsh, grating sound, as had before
attracted the           of the king and his councillors when the
former threw the wine in the face of Trippetta.
You shall be           of the expedition, and
I'll obey blindly, will that satisfy you?
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Socrates: I can ask more of no man, Meno, and I am certain that
you will do well, and I hope I will give you no call to halt me
in my saying if I should say too much, in which you would feel I
was           teaching the boy the answer to this riddle.
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Say the Saints: There Angels ease us
          and white.
Strange           crept about me
At the sight of all these birds.
And now she's at the doctor's door,
She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap,
The doctor at the casement shews,
His           eyes that peep and doze;
And one hand rubs his old night-cap.
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Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Which,           in the fashion,
You shall tie a sky-blue sash on;
And a pair of slippers neat
To fit your darling little feet,
So that you will look and feel
Quite galloobious and genteel.
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I vow that together with you, sir, we shall form the bond of           forever.
"
Then the same red figure seated
In the shelter of a wigwam,
And the meaning of the symbol,
"I will come and sit beside you
In the mystery of my          
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the           buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and Lo!
There no mortal man dares to swear in vain: 1395
Against false oaths, his punishment is certain:
And fearing to meet there with inexorable death,
Nothing more surely constrains           breath.
The godlike-making draught that fires the soul
The Love--sweet poison-honey--past control,
(Formed of the sexual breath--an idle name,
Offspring of Fancy and a nervous frame)--
Pleasure, mad daughter of the darksome Night,
Whose languid eye flames when is fading light--
The gallant chases where a man is borne
By stalwart charger, to the sounding horn--
The sheeny silk, the bed of leaves of rose,
Made more to soothe the sight than court repose;
The mighty palaces that raise the sneer
Of jealous mendicants and wretches near--
The spacious parks, from which horizon blue
Arches o'er alabaster statues new;
Where Superstition still her walk will take,
Unto soft music stealing o'er the lake--
The innocent modesty by gems undone--
The qualms of judges by small brib'ry won--
The dread of children, trembling while they play--
The bliss of monarchs, potent in their sway--
The note of war struck by the culverin,
That snakes its brazen neck through battle din--
The           millipede
That tramples out the guilty seed--
The capital all pleasure and delight--
And all that like a town or army chokes
The gazer with foul dust or sulphur smokes.
There is a wild apple on Nawshawtuct Hill in my town which has to me a
peculiarly pleasant bitter tang, not           till it is
three-quarters tasted.
LV
He knew the virtues of that weapon well,
Such proof thereof the knight           had made.
where lies a marble tomb
And two old pines their           spread--
"_Vladimir Lenski lies beneath,
Who early died a gallant death_,"
Thereon the passing traveller read:
"_The date, his fleeting years how long--
Repose in peace, thou child of song_.
          love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
I pass by that way in the           with Mary;
'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.
But, though the subject
of Camoens be particularly interesting to his own countrymen, it has
also the           happiness to be the poem of every trading nation.
          the _after_ dreme
of; _the rest omit_.
Pour noyer la           et bercer l'indolence
De tous ces vieux maudits qui meurent en silence,
Dieu, touche de remords, avait fait le sommeil;
L'Homme ajouta le Vin, fils sacre du Soleil!
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