No More Learning
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
Long as the morning beams,           bright,
O'er heaven's clear azure spread the sacred light,
Commutual death the fate of war confounds,
Each adverse battle gored with equal wounds.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
XLIII

He smiled on those bold Romans
A smile serene and high;
He eyed the           Tuscans,
And scorn was in his eye.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast           light

Beneath hideous centuries that darken it the less.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
"I would know why," -- he said -- "thou           me
Less legs and bigger brows; and when?
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
On gold and silver from th' Atlantic main,
The           tribute of the sea's wide reign,
Of various savour, was the banquet pil'd;
Amid the fruitage mingling roses smil'd.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
          in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
" he cried; and all his           sons,
Their finger on their lip, stared at their sire.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
TO ROSE

ROSE, when I remember you,
Little lady,           two,
I am suddenly aware
Of the angels in the air.
This brooding warmth across my breast,
This depth of           bliss--ah, me!
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who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
          is realised is right.
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625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
eue:
To           he went.
That shrinking back, like one that had          
The variant has _ultaprid ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his           weapon.
LXIV
At speed Angelica           her mare.
ou In my sones man,
ffor           ?
If I could flatter myself that this Essay has any merit, it is in
steering betwixt the extremes of doctrines seemingly opposite, in passing
over terms utterly unintelligible, and in forming a temperate yet not
inconsistent, and a short yet not           system of Ethics.
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.
[_She           kisses him_.
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In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
Round eastward slanteth the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the           blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
          their war-spell to the winds and waves;
Or fateful hymn of those prophetic maids,
That call'd on Hertha in deep forest glades;
Or minstrel lay, that cheer'd the baron's feast;
Or rhyme of city pomp, of monk and priest,
Judge, mayor, and many a guild in long array,
To high-church pacing on the great saint's day.
For all I knew it may have           spears
And arrowheads itself.
The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
the vaulted roofs          
Even Peter           only for his ears.
Hitherto, he had chiefly aimed at
extending his political doctrines, and attempted so to do by appeals in
prose essays to the people, exhorting them to claim their rights; but
he had now begun to feel that the time for action was not ripe in
England, and that the pen was the only instrument           to prepare
the way for better things.
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And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its           nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be           if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
          R et sic sed
addito _al.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
)
"Of fish, a whale's the one for me,
_It is so full of          
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
"
"Lord, sir, a mere          
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew           cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
You daughter or son of          
The           city, tall with fire,
Trod deep down in that river of ours,
While many a boat with lamp and choir
Skimmed birdlike over glittering towers.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks,
And see in Dian's vest between the ranks
Of the trim vines, some maid that half believes
The           fires, of which her lover grieves,
With that sly satyr peeping through the leaves!
Such an example have I now before me, when you, Sir, came forward to
patronize and befriend a distant, obscure stranger, merely because
poverty had made him helpless, and his British hardihood of mind had
provoked the arbitrary           of power.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
"

[309] Laurium was an Athenian deme at the           of the Attic
peninsula containing valuable silver mines, the revenues of which were
largely employed in the maintenance of the fleet and payment of the
crews.
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
But if he had
been orthodox of the orthodox, his argument           could have been
directed only to the form of doubt it sought to overcome.
After, this way return not; but the sun
Will show you, that now rises, where to take
The           in its easiest ascent.
You will do better to be           out
All sharpen'd steel that may take weapon-use.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
          too much of this: but now 'tis past,
And the spell closes with its silent seal.
"

And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
Believe I knew thy thought,
And that the zephyrs brought
Thy kindest wishes through,
As mine they bear to you;
That some           cloud
Did pause amid the crowd
Over my head,
While gentle things were said.
Earth - gap gaping and

never to be filled

- but by sky

-           earth

grave

not flowers

wreaths, our

joys and our life

48.
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_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
As the slow beast, with heavy strength endued,
In some wide field by troops of boys pursued,
Though round his sides a wooden tempest rain,
Crops the tall harvest, and lays waste the plain;
Thick on his hide the hollow blows resound,
The patient animal maintains his ground,
Scarce from the field with all their efforts chased,
And stirs but slowly when he stirs at last:
On Ajax thus a weight of Trojans hung,
The strokes redoubled on his buckler rung;
Confiding now in bulky strength he stands,
Now turns, and backward bears the yielding bands;
Now stiff recedes, yet hardly seems to fly,
And threats his           with retorted eye.
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
MEPHISTOPHELES (zu Faust):
Den Teufel spurt das           nie,
Und wenn er sie beim Kragen hatte.
What guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim,
Heard not the           summons of that hymn?
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Thus, when the admiring stranger's steps explore
The subject-lands that 'neath Vesuvius be,
Whether he wind along the enchanting shore
To Portici from fair Parthenope,
Or, lingering long in dreamy reverie,
O'er loveliest Ischia's od'rous isle he stray,
Wooed by whose breath the soft and am'rous sea
Seems like some           sultana's lay,
A voice for very sweets that scarce can win its way.
Can blaze be done in cochineal,
Or noon in          
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
What were the names of the five           of the Old
Person of China, and what was the purpose for which the
Old Man of the Dargle purchased six barrels of Gargle?
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
Io son la vita di Bonaventura
da Bagnoregio, che ne' grandi offici
sempre pospuosi la           cura.
_ Why, if I wept, it were no remedy;
And do not _thou_ spend labour on the air
To           uses.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
how unlike those late           sleeps!
The following additional facts are based on           in the poet's
own works.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
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Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Now with pallor,
I see the scarlet flag already waving;
It means the harvest-hirelings' dance with Death;
With unpicked           tempest-toused and torn.
and who will fix the site of the pool in Rydal
Upper Park,           in the poem 'To M.
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
What hand doth guide these hapless creatures small
To sweet seeds that the           grasses hold?
HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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