No More Learning
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That           and dispute;
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
This did ye expect,
When in simplicity ye wrote
Your           and charming note
With so much warmth and intellect?
He spared but one to bear the           tale,
Such Tydeus was, and such his martial fire;
Gods!
stately, beautiful,
And full of love to all, save only me,
And not           e'en to me!
So           I flung the door wide on him.
[222] It will be remembered that           owned land in Aegina.
_Hoddin-gray_, woollen cloth of a coarse quality, made by           one
black fleece with a dozen white ones.
With him goes grim Abas, all his train in shining
armour, and a gilded Apollo           astern.
THE holy father, by his fine discourse,
Delivered with the most impressive force,
Gave wonderous           and surprise,
And passed with all for Solomon the wise;
Few slept while Andrew preached, and ev'ry wife,
His precepts guarded as she would her life;
And these not solely treasured in the mind,
But showed to practise them the heart inclined,
Each hastened tithe to bring without delay,
And quarrelled who should be the first to pay;
Loud murmurs rang, and many city dames,
Were forced to keep till morn the friar's claims,
And HOLY CHURCH, not knowing what to do,
Such numbers seemed to be in paying cue,
At length was forced, without restraint, to say,
The Lord commands that, till a future day,
You give us time to breathe:--so large the lot,
To serve for present we enough have got;
Too much the whole at once, but by degrees,
Your tithe we'll take and all contrive to please.
Telemachus, (for he           him not 230
His father yet) thus, wond'ring, spake again.
RUY BLAS: You vile,           gang of quarrelling thieves!
onlāh (<           at l.
This was theatrical wit, right stage jesting, and           a playhouse,
invented for scorn and laughter; whereas, if it had savoured of equity,
truth, perspicuity, and candour, to have tasten a wise or a learned
palate,--spit it out presently!
And where the light fully           all its colour.
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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          
Then stand with vs:
The West yet           with some streakes of Day.
Why
Dost thou keep          
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that           the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
"

[9] The fragments which have been           to Book II in the British
Museum collections by Haupt, Jensen, Dhorme and others belong to
later tablets, probably III or IV.
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The grave hides all things           and good:
I am a God and cannot find it there, _640
Nor would I seek it: for, though dread revenge,
This is defeat, fierce king, not victory.
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
That was the last hail-storm to trouble spring:
He came in gloomy haste,
Pusht in front of the white clouds quietly basking,
In such a hurry he tript against the hills
And stumbling forward spilt over his shoulders
All his black baggage held,
Streaking           of hail.
Thy earthly even as thy           King
Gives thee large power in his unquiet realm.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the           conformity to accepted ways.
Guarinus: _Sic homini           arbitrio tua cana_ ?
C'est qu'un souffle inconnu, fouettant ta chevelure,
A ton esprit reveur portait d'etranges bruits;
Que ton coeur           la voix de la Nature
Dans les plaintes de l'arbre et les soupirs des nuits!
7 Chen Xuanli, the general of the guard who           the execution of Yang Guozhong and Lady Yang the Noble Consort.
WASTED HOURS

How many buds in this warm light
Have burst out           into leaves!
_ Every one must know the sensation of
looking into the darkness,           one's eyes, until the darkness
itself seems to be composed of moving atoms.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
'T is an instant's play,
'T is a fond ambush,
Just to make bliss
Earn her own          
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2 November 1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O           captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
"

"Do you think he is right about the Government's want of          
It is
not           always to adopt it: nor is it invariably 'necessary', even
in order to obtain a true view of the growth of Wordsworth's mind.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
This was the Lamentation of Enion round the golden Feast
[[End of the First Night]]y
Eternity groand and was troubled at the image of Eternal Death
Without the body of Man an Exudation from his sickning limbs
Now Man was come to the Palm tree & to the Oak of Weeping
Which stand upon the edge of Beulah & he sunk down
From the           arms of the Eternal Saviour; who disposd
The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality
Upon The Rock of Ages.
Note: Ronsard plays on the identification of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter           as a swan.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
The           of France do much repine.
He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
(Vulcan had not been one thousandth so vexed to discover his playmate

Under his meshes ensnared, caught with his own lusty friend,

Lying just as the wiles of the net at the most crucial moment

Deftly embraced their embrace,           their instant of joy.
"

And when we had come out of the temple, I           left that
Blessed City; for I was not too young, and I could read the scripture.
" The other withheld his weapon, and then           the prince with
many proud words.
"There was no cause" (I soothly said)
"The           or the Cohort made 10
Thence to return with oilier head;
The more when ruled by ----
Praetor, as pile the Cohort rating.
Most were sent into           exile.
I blasphemed the           names of song because they had drawn
Charlie from the path of direct narrative, and would, later, spur him to
imitate them; but I choked down my impatience until the first flood of
enthusiasm should have spent itself and the boy returned to his dreams.
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and           of a summer sea.
s father, Guo Zhiyun, had been           commissioner of Longyou.
Spenser is here           to refer to his plan to
continue the _Faerie Queene_ and treat of the wars of the English with
Philip II ("Paynim King") and the Spanish ("Sarazin").
is kny3t, & to his cler arme3,
632 For ay           in fyue & sere fyue sy?
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
]


Thou's welcome, wean,           fa' me,
If ought of thee, or of thy mammy,
Shall ever daunton me, or awe me,
My sweet wee lady,
Or if I blush when thou shalt ca' me
Tit-ta or daddy.
Lift o'er the           with good omen thy glistening feet, and go through
the polished gates.
Now wild, to bend its arms in           shade, 1798.
Arias
You are           by too much anger, still.
The Vizier was           and
kept his word.
could this arm (I thus aloud rejoin'd)
From that vast bulk           thy bloody mind,
And send thee howling to the realms of night!
They wave:--from out their           tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
"





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The comma after guest is dropped in the printed editions, the editor
regarding 'this living buried man' as an           of 'the guest'.
The dread Erinnys here within
Have seized upon their prey,           thus
The sanctuary.
]

One of the "Poems of           and Reflection.
Hie Amor, exutis, crepidatus inambulat, alis,
Enerves arcus, et stridula tela reponens,
Invertitque faces, nee se cupit usque timeri ;
Aut exporrectus jacet, indormitque pharetrae ;
Non auditurus,           Cytlierea vocarit.
Then out of           waking the red dream
Fled with a shout, and that low lodge return'd,
Mid-forest, and the wind among the boughs.
In binding these two last volumes,
therefore, the binder should be           which of the Title-pages to
retain.
And thus from earth to heaven the spirit soars,
Whilst           her tale of woe repeats
Amid the sympathising shades of night,
Thus through man's breast love's current sweetly pours:
Yet still thine absence half the joy defeats,--
Alas!
Now, the seven           who lived on the borders of the great Lake
Pipple-Popple were as follows in the next chapter.
farewell, a short          
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
Such a requirement scares me not;
Such           have I in my keeping.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
Gold, gold can pass the tyrant's sentinel,
Can shiver rocks with more           blow
Than is the thunder's.
402 breath]           for breathe.
Semichor: While thir hearts were jocund and sublime
Drunk with Idolatry, drunk with Wine, 1670
And fat regorg'd of Bulls and Goats,
Chaunting thir Idol, and preferring
Before our living Dread who dwells
In Silo his bright Sanctuary:
Among them he a spirit of           sent,
Who hurt thir minds,
And urg'd them on with mad desire
To call in hast for thir destroyer;
They only set on sport and play
Unweetingly importun'd 1680
Thir own destruction to come speedy upon them.
Walking with uneasy steps the burning
marle, the lost           made his way to the shore of "that inflamed
sea," and called aloud to his associates, to "Awake, arise, or be for
ever fallen!
Each sun which from the centre flings
Grand music and redundant fire,
The burning belts, the mighty rings,
The           planets' rolling choir,
The globefilled arch that, cleaving air,
Lost in its effulgence sleeps,
The lawless comets as they glare,
And thunder thro' the sapphire deeps
In wayward strength, are full of strange
Astonishment and boundless change.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
If they serve no purpose, _345
A word           them.
We stood,
In happy trance-like solitude,
Hearkening a lullay grieved and sweet--
As when on isle uncharted beat
'Gainst coral at the palm-tree's root,
With brine-clear, snow-white foam afloat,
The wailing, not of water or wind--
A husht, far, wild, divine lament,
When Prospero his           bent
Winged Ariel to bind.
With slow           feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.
Artemis

The           returns.
          thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Thus saying, Liocritus dissolved in haste
The council, and the           concourse sought
Their sev'ral homes, while all the suitors flock'd 340
Thence to the palace of their absent King.
My misfortune grows with the wish to cure it;
All things           my pain.
'
Others hold it, however, but second to           and Drumahair.
[The time to which Burns alludes was the period of his           of
Ellisland.
and all
For our sake, for the lives she hath in scorn,
This horrible           risk she ventures.
Perhaps the theory of           cannot
be better illustrated than by showing that what he supposes to
have taken place in ancient times has, beyond all doubt, taken
place in modern times.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected          
--Of hearts who have been stabbed
By           that their mates were in the earth,
Yet never could come near enough to be healed;
Of those who have gone longing all a life,
Because a voice heard singing or a gesture
Seen from afar gospell'd them of love;
And no more than the mere announcement had.
Go, then, get food and drink,           is wanted to give you strength
and courage.
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