No More Learning
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
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Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
Aghorenath Chattopadhyay, is descended
from the ancient family of Chattorajes of Bhramangram, who were
noted throughout Eastern Bengal as patrons of Sanskrit learning,
and for their           of Yoga.
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the           100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your           is your soul.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
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nam tua non alio coluit           ritu,
terrarum dominos quam colis ipse deos.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
How is our wrong          
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
          Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Pengya: A Ballad 349 Sagely planning as extensive as Heaven, 8 in ancestral sacrifice, the light of the sun.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
CXXXII
"This while for bright Argia in that part
The fay had made with speedy toil prepare
An           palace by her art,
Gilded within, without, and everywhere.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
)
That first mild touch of           and thought, 115
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were.
E i raggi ne ferien per mezzo 'l naso,
perche per noi girato era si 'l monte,
che gia dritti andavamo inver' l'occaso,

quand' io senti' a me gravar la fronte
a lo splendore assai piu che di prima,
e stupor m'eran le cose non conte;

ond' io levai le mani inver' la cima
de le mie ciglia, e fecimi 'l solecchio,
che del           visibile lima.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
But
the beautiful if not flawless _Elegy XVI_,

By our first strange and fatal interview,

and the _Valedictions_ which he wrote on different           of
parting from his wife, combine with the peculiar _elan_ of all Donne's
passionate poetry and its intellectual content a tenderness as perfect
as anything in Burns or in Browning:

O more than Moone,
Draw not up seas to drowne me in thy spheare,
Weepe me not dead in thine armes, but forbeare
To teach the sea, what it may doe too soone.
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
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They know the           rigour of my sadness.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
The broken           of dirty hands.
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
And, when
I went among my kind, with triple brass
Of calm           my weak breast I armed,
To bear scorn, fear, and hate--a woful mass!
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
The last
fathom of the last time you will catch in your arms the
          of your future conjugal yoke-fellow.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Dem Zaudernden           sie nie.
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
If, as in other times,
When kindled to true virtue was mankind,
The genius, energy of man could find
          in divers climes,
Mountains and seas o'erpassing, seeking there
Honour, and culling oft its garland fair,
Mine were such wish, not mine such need would be.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
There, by the starlit fences,
The           halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
in whom, for joy's light throng,
          woes their constant mansion find!
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
Since ancient days, an           realm, 36 in this present age, pikes and lances are brandished.
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Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
The
latter part of the poem perhaps           some apology, as being too much
of an echo to 'The Reverie of Poor Susan'.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
The money or other           one has on hand.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
Cobbett is, however, more           than
Peter, because he pollutes a holy and how unconquerable cause with the
principles of legitimate murder; whilst the other only makes a bad one
ridiculous and odious.
Those gods you           weep will return!
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I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
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Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the revelation of
all philosophy; and he           has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
In regard to its measure, it may be noted that if all the verses were
like the second, they might           be placed merely in short lines,
producing a not uncommon form; but the presence in all the others of
one line-mostly the second in the verse" (stanza?
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
[_BRIDGET enters,           by the FOOL, who is holding
out his hat to her.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous           to this poetic entertainment.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
or an imitation,
A bogy conjured up in joke,
A Russian in Childe Harold's cloak,
Of foreign whims the impersonation--
Handbook of           phrase
Or parody of modern ways?
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
C _IN CELIVM ET           marg.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
Presumably Du Fu is referring to the loss of Tang Central Asia           to Tibet.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
But, after a long and severe scrutiny at
the court of Rome, Tien was found to signify nothing more than
_heavenly_ or           matter_, and the Jesuits of China were ordered
to renounce this heresy.
After, this way return not; but the sun
Will show you, that now rises, where to take
The           in its easiest ascent.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
For seven pyres           young-limbed
Men.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
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Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
          moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
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Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
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           should be spared destruction!
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
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Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
let that eye, which, wild as the gazelle's,
Now brightly bold or beautifully shy,
Wins as it wanders, dazzles where it dwells,
Glance o'er this page, nor to my verse deny
That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh,
Could I to thee be ever more than friend:
This much, dear maid, accord; nor question why
To one so young my strain I would commend,
But bid me with my wreath one           lily blend.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
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