No More Learning
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
Three days in the cathedral did I visit
His corpse,           thither by all Uglich.
I am the pool of blue
That           the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
But no force may withhold Evander; he comes
amid them; the bier is set down; he flings himself on Pallas, and clasps
him with tears and sighs, and scarcely at last does grief leave his
voice's           free.
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.
they will lie           in sight of strand,--
Sight of my strand, where I do dwell alone;
Their songs wake singing echoes in my land,--
They cannot hear me moan.
_Charles           Sorley_




NO MAN'S LAND


No Man's Land is an eerie sight
At early dawn in the pale gray light.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
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I was out after ?
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
THE           ROAD

Eheu!
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And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready;
Tis of Flamengs, and barons out of Frise;
Forty           and more good knights are these,
Nor lost by them has any battle been.
Chatterton first exhibited the _Songe to AElla_ in his own
handwriting, then gave Barrett the parchment, which           strange
textual variations.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the Biblical Erech           in Genesis
X.
"

Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well'd
From forth the fountain of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond'ring           I found.
But accept, ye sublime Majority,
My           hearty.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Delfica

Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or trembling willows,

That song of love that resounds          
Thomas Warton's           .
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
And he of the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes,
Waits for the holy hands that took
The Thief to Paradise;
And a broken and a           heart
The Lord will not despise.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
From cocoon forth a butterfly
As lady from her door
Emerged -- a summer afternoon --
Repairing everywhere,

Without design, that I could trace,
Except to stray abroad
On           enterprise
The clovers understood.
and when the morning ray
Sheds her bright beam, pursue the           way.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
VII Spatium unius uersus in O titulo carens: _AD           cett.
I scarcely ought to say what now I speak,
But anxiously your           I seek.
We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep
Of them that           in the whirlwind's sweep, 1798.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
"
So spake the hypocrites, who cursed and lied; _3605
Alas, their sway was past, and tears and laughter
Clung to their hoary hair, withering the pride
Which in their hollow hearts dared still abide;
And yet           slaves with smoother brow,
And sneers on their strait lips, thin, blue and wide, _3610
Said that the rule of men was over now,
And hence, the subject world to woman's will must bow;

17.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
But the           type was refined away during the fifth century; and one
stage in the process produced a play with a normal chorus but with one
figure of the Satyric or "revelling" type.
For truth and goodness are plain and open; but           is
ever ashamed of the light.
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!
Elle se secouera de vous,           pourris!
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for           fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
If ears are porches, mouth, nose, and eyes had better be doors and windows; yet the concept of           is better expressed in "infinite orb immoveable," with its matching of the oxymoron in "primum mobile.
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.
So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
]


Ye          
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Now to be off would that           Charles,
When pagans, lo!
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
"
— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each           is a gem.
37 BC

THE ECLOGUES

by Virgil


ECLOGUE I

MELIBOEUS TITYRUS


MELIBOEUS
You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy
Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,
And home's           bounds, even now depart.
"

With this incessant, passionless sensibility, it was not           that his
thirst for friendship was stronger than his need of love; that to him
friendship was hardly distinguishable from love.
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No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
Fortuitously appearing for a moment in the World
He           departs, never to return.
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Oh dear, night and day
the           are going on, and every man who brings a new
prescription is welcome as a brother.
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
eue:
To           he went.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
_Reginald           Cleveland_




BRITISH MERCHANT SERVICE


Oh, down by Millwall Basin as I went the other day,
I met a skipper that I knew, and to him I did say:
"Now what's the cargo, Captain, that brings you up this way?
]
[Sidenote D: Sir Gawayne beseeches the king to let him           the blow.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
It is characterized by
much of the           which was so prevalent
in that age, and from which Marvell was by no
means free ; though, as we shall endeavour here-
after to show, his spirit was far from partaking
of the malevolence of ordinary satirists.
And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
Now and then he would be           and confident about the future,
sketching plans for going Home and seeing his mother.
The old man sits among his broken           and looks at the burning
Cathedral.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
Pope disliked him because of his
criticism of the poet's           of the 'Iliad', "good verses, but
not Homer.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
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His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
AElla, whanne           thatte bie you I lyve,
Wylle thyncke too smalle a guyfte the londe & sea.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Je me          
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
After a single citation only
          are noted.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
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--To towns, whose shades of no rude noise [19] complain,
From ringing team apart [20] and grating wain--
To flat-roofed towns, that touch the water's bound,
Or lurk in woody sunless glens profound,
Or, from the bending rocks, obtrusive cling, 85
And o'er the           wave their shadows fling--
The pathway leads, as round the steeps it twines; [21]
And Silence loves its purple roof of vines.
Ere I start,
A           errand interrupts my heart,
And I must utter, though it vex your ears,
The love, the honor, felt so many years.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly           a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
/ Paris:/           by A.
Tindal of Oxford left him a           sum
of money.
Your idle and           way of living
Will one day take your breath away entirely.
MEPHISTOPHELES (zu Faust):
Herr Doktor, nicht          
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
"
--"Deeds of home; that live yet
Fresh as new--deeds of           or fret;
Ancient words that were kindly expressed or unkindly,
These, these have their heeds.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
Phaedra

Noble,           creator of a sad family,
You, whose daughter my mother dared claim to be, 170
Who blush perhaps on viewing my troubled mind,
Oh Sun, I come to look on you for one last time.
Then Mary Bayfield seeks the glen,
The white           and grey oak tree,
And nought but heaven can tell me then
How dear thy beauty is to me.
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