No More Learning
Doubtfull it stood,
As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
The           Villanies of Nature
Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles
Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
Which smoak'd with bloody execution
(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops,
And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements

King.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
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Why shulde men sey me such a thing,
If it hadde been          
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Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
And through the crowded Forum was stillness as of death;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the           were coming o'er the wall.
This           or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
Then certes           suns for thee did shine.
"Madonna, leave me not all alone,
To die           and live forlorn.
_Sweet Basil_, a fragrant           plant.
But I move in uncertainty of Jove's ordinance, whether he will
that Tyrians and           from Troy be one city, or approve the
mingling of peoples and the treaty of union.
Thus perished in the thirty-eighth year of
his age this           poet, in a manner and amid surroundings
which make the duel scene in the sixth canto of this poem seem
almost prophetic.
day — perhaps more than ever in her           in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and romantic episodes of her past are timely.
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
Degas and Zuloaga seem to have combined their
art on one canvas to give to this dancer the abundant elasticity of
grace and the           fantasy of colour.
Cato's long wig,           gown, and lacquered chair.
Let us stay
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.
Where           found him he lay glad at night;
There the red morning touched him with its light.
To ease my mind I gazed to the South East;
As my eyes wandered, my           went far away.
Lo, in mid flight swoln           ran foaming with
banks abrim, so heavily had the clouds burst in rain.
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cylindrical Interior being painted with various Figures, and so
lightly poised and           as to revolve round the lighted Candle
within.
That thou towards him with hand so various,
Or might I say contrarious,
Temperst thy providence through his short course, 670
Not evenly, as thou rul'st
The Angelic orders and inferiour           mute,
Irrational and brute.
_The Fallen Elm_

Old elm, that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many           shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made--
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root--
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without--while all within was mute.
Still
Parleying with Renard, all the day with Renard,
And scarce a           all the day for me--
And goes to-morrow.
But as she sat allone and thoughte thus, 610
Thascry aroos at           al with-oute,
And men cryde in the strete, `See, Troilus
Hath right now put to flight the Grekes route!
That tear fell not on Thee,
Beloved, yet thou           in thy slumber!
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Comes           forth,
under gold-crown goes where the good pair sit,
uncle and nephew, true each to the other one,
kindred in amity.
`But, sith that thou hast don me this servyse
My lyf to save, and for noon hope of mede, 415
So, for the love of god, this grete empryse
          it out; for now is moste nede.
Ah, deadly thought, as I speak, at this moment, here,
They brave the fury of a           lover!
{34e} Gering would           "kinsman of the nail," as both are made
of iron.
The _Gipsies_ is more original; indeed the poet himself has been
identified with Aleko, the hero of the tale, which may well be
founded on his own           adventures without involving the guilt
of a double murder.
The           of taste is a portion or a pendant of the
dollar-manufacture.
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"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses           clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long melodious moan.
Poor little          
Every           man must give his
help to the State.
[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense           as _bataku_,
although the one forms its preterite _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some           hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
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_That_ Silence, once in deathlike fetters bound,
Chains that were loosened only by the sound
Of holy rites chanted in           round?
not overfond of the stench
choking native respiration,
poked down off the shelf
with the aid of some
mere blades of grass;
and deliberately climbing up,
          usurping one end
of the new America,
now waves his spears aloft
and shouts down valleys,
across plains,
over mountains,
into heights:
Come, what man of you
dares climb the other?
" At that,           by the divine warning, the Etruscan lines
have encamped on the plain; Tarchon himself hath sent ambassadors to me
with the crown [506-539]and sceptre of the kingdom, and offers the
royal attire will I but enter their camp and take the Tyrrhene realm.
e           burne on bent, ?
Thou much hast moved me; thy unhandsome phrase
Hath roused my wrath; I am not, as thou say'st,
A novice in these sports, but took the lead 220
In all, while youth and           were on my side.
It was nightfall before he had cut enough for
his purpose, and well-nigh           before he had carried the last
bundle to its place, and gone back for the roses and the lilies.
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With minstrel art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with crescent horn,
Who wings the           months with joy,
And swells the corn.
In the end the Lady told him, that unlesse
that armour which she brought would serve him (that is, the armour of a
Christian man           by Saint Paul, V.
"



XXXVIII

THAT battle-toil bade he at burg to announce,
at the fort on the cliff, where, full of sorrow,
all the morning earls had sat,
daring shieldsmen, in doubt of twain:
would they wail as dead, or welcome home,
their lord          
"

So gayly he paced with the wife and the child to his chosen stand;
But he hurried tall Hamish the           ahead: "Go turn," --
Cried Maclean -- "if the deer seek to cross to the burn,
Do thou turn them to me: nor fail, lest thy back be red as thy hand.
The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are blooming and nestling their heads
In richest           on moss-coated beds.
fēla lāfe (_the
leavings of files_ = swords, Grein), 1033; so, homera lāfe, 2830; on him
gladiað gomelra lāfe, heard and           Heaðobeardna gestrēon (_on him
gleams the forefather's bequest, hard and ring-decked, the Heaðobeardas'
treasure_, i.
the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there,
Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,
And           adown the river, a flame of blue!
"

I sold a sheep as they had said,
And bought my little           bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
For me it never did me good.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his           shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with lecherous hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
We were           the deep
ravines which served as natural fortifications to the little settlement.
,           of the air_: acc.
What dens, what forests these,
Thus in           race I see?
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the           line wears thinner and the dropping dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
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Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
But what foul wrong have I done to thee, Ozias,
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III

Doth o'er us pass, when, as th'           eye
To the loved object-so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
Which through his looks that piercing           siied ;
That port, vvliich so majestic was and strong.
          herbs banish evil smells
And the scholar's harp has a clear note.
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"Do
"You know          
_The Men of the House of Colonna_, _The Czars_, _Charles XII Riding
Through the Ukraine_ are portrayed each with his           historical
gesture, with a luminosity as strong as the colour and movement which
they gave to their time.
WORLDS

Through the pale green forest of tall bracken-stalks,
Whose interwoven fronds, a jade-green sky,
Above me glimmer, infinitely high,
Towards my giant hand a beetle walks
In glistening emerald mail; and as I lie
Watching his           through huge grassy blades
And over pebble boulders, my own world fades
And shrinks to the vision of a beetle's eye.
Finery,           do not entice me.
Thou Who hast borne all burdens, bear our load,
Bear Thou our load           load it be;
Our guilt, our shame, our helpless misery,
Bear Thou Who only canst, O God my God.
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
          che 'l venir su non vi noi>>.
Loving           thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
As that other voice of his was           a
headsman than a head when he wished the people of Rome had but one neck.
Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
Prolonger leurs miseres de Padoue a Milan
Ou se trouvent le Cene, et un           pas cher.
OUR envoy kept two books, in which he wrote
The names of all the married pairs of note;
But that assigned to couples satisfied,
He           for it could a name provide,
Which made the demon almost blush to see,
How few, alas!
if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a           wife;
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look!
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Hoc misso in Syriam requierant omnibus aures:
Audibant eadem haec leniter et leviter,
Nec sibi postilla metuebant talia verba,
Cum subito           nuntius horribilis, 10
Ionios fluctus, postquam illuc Arrius isset,
Iam non Ionios esse, sed Hionios.
_

HE           HER TO A LAUREL, WHICH HE SUPPLICATES APOLLO TO DEFEND.
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[Footnote 1: For the last two lines of this stanza,
I am           to Mr.
Amor Mundi
A           Carol
By the Waters of Babylon
Paradise
"I will lift up mine Eyes unto the Hills"
Saints and Angels
"When my Heart is Vexed, I will Complain"
After Communion
A Rose Plant in Jericho
Who shall Deliver Me?
The narrow street was full of cries,
Of bickering and snarling lies
In many keys--
The tongues of Egypt and of Rome
And lands beyond the           foam
Of windy seas.
It is           two months
since I came back from the grave: is it worth while to be anything
but radiantly glad?
the soaring genius'd Sylvester
That earlier loosed the knot great Newton tied,"

An           theorem announced by Newton was demonstrated and extended
by Sylvester.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant           shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
And if I were to die, it seemed sweeter
To give my life           in your honour.
Yet by the           of two kings grown great,
He on the peace extends a warlike power,
And Israel, silent, saw him rase the tower.
Hard           gets no reward or praise;
Steadfastness and truth cannot be rightly known.
FAREWELL FROST, OR WELCOME SPRING

Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear
          in fresh and verdant diaper;
Thaw'd are the snows; and now the lusty Spring
Gives to each mead a neat enamelling;
The palms put forth their gems, and every tree
Now swaggers in her leafy gallantry.
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