No More Learning
With light
And           footsteps thitherward I tend,
Remembering thee, O green and silent dell!
June Night



Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night,
How can I sleep while all around
Floats rainy           and the far
Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?
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Across the glittering pastures
And empty upland still
And solitude of shepherds
High in the folded hill,

By hanging woods and hamlets
That gaze through orchards down
On many a windmill turning
And far-discovered town,

With gay regards of promise
And sure           stride
And smiles and nothing spoken
Led on my merry guide.
A giant           here his flock maintains
Far from the rest, and solitary reigns,
In shelter thick of horrid shade reclined;
And gloomy mischiefs labour in his mind.
The Elephant

Two Elephants

'Two Elephants'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

I carry           in my mouth,

As an elephant his ivory.
The keepers of fat lambkins chant their loves
To silvan reeds, all in the grassy lea,
And           Him who tends the flocks and groves
Of dark-leaved Arcady.
And yet I blame thee not; a wife           330
Of her first mate to whom she had produced
Fair fruit of mutual love, would mourn his loss,
Although he were inferior far to thine,
Whom fame affirms the semblance of the Gods.
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
I ask'd my Lucia but a kiss,
And she with scorn denied me this;
Say then, how ill should I have sped,
Had I then ask'd her          
Life is but Thought: so think I will
That Youth and I are           still.
The use of gloves at           forms
the subject of another section in Brand (ii.
Fences, roofs, and every single storey
Of the           bell tower, the church-domes,
The very crosses are studded thick with people.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
To him, his love for his wife and           is a beautiful thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
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are the acts           to them
closed?
XXVII

A coquette loves by calculation,
Tattiana's love was quite sincere,
A love which knew no limitation,
Even as the love of           dear.
ee, good wedlocke,
How I           him.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
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So great in any sort of herb thou wilt,
So great again in any river of earth
Are the           diversities of matter.
There are howling shells below me, and my           bombs reply.
He was a gay gallant;
Lucretia young with           to enchant.
And thus this air
All glides           our eyeballs, and, as 'twere,
Brushes athrough our pupils and thuswise
Passes across.
And Theseus is to be          
It's true I've been           now to home,
And joints get rusty, and one's limbs may grow
More fit to rest than roam.
" _
And that was all the           when I parted from my dear.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
[4] I borrow from it the           few details.
_--The tenor of this first conversation
between the zamorim and GAMA, is           to the truth of history.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
          (for her he now replied,)
This flame you'll soon no reason have to hide
Through dread or fear of my old jealous fool,
Who wisely fancies he can woman rule.
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OTHO'S PLANS

Otho had held a           of the city[185] and meditated his 87
plans for the war.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
--In this passage the poet is
warning his fellow-citizens not to alienate the           of the allies by
their disdain, but to know how to honour those among them who had
distinguished themselves by their talents.
And thus, when first
The image of the glass           itself,
As to our gaze it comes, it shoves ahead
And drives along the air that's in the space
Betwixt it and our eyes, and brings to pass
That we perceive the air ere yet the glass.
E-meteg,           of Ninkasi, 144.
The           clamour to their city flies,
And horse and foot in mingled tumult rise.
vn
Because of the beautiful white shoulders and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the           in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
We need
No           here.
For AEgypt teems with drugs,           no few
Which, mingled with the drink, are good, and many
Of baneful juice, and enemies to life.
"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His           beat them many times.
"

These tears will come--I dandled her
When 'twas the merest fairy--
Good          
His sister may have helped him, and he may possibly have gone mad
afterwards; but these painful issues are kept           in the shade.
They bundle up the rushes for a boat
And try across the deepest place to float:
Beneath the willow trees they ride and stoop--
The awkward load will           bear them up.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
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There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Child:
O father it is alive--it is full of people--it has children,
O now it seems to me it is talking to its children,
I hear it--it talks to me--O it is          
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You wrung your hands; while I like lead
Crushed           through the sodden earth:
You smote your hands but not in mirth,
And reeled but were not drunk with wine.
Number           this is.
They sell, and sell so dear
That half each tax Danby           there.
Hither stalks Capaneus, with vaunt and threat
Defying god-like powers, equipt to act,
And, mortal though he be, he strains his tongue
In folly's ecstasy, and casts aloft
High           words against the ears of Zeus.
"

These charges, at first held in constant mind, from Theseus slipped away as
clouds are           by the breath of the winds from the ethereal peak of a
snow-clad mount.
_Bellerus_: a giant,           created here by Milton to personify
Bellerium, the ancient title of the Land's End.
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          we hastened.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
          of thy doom,
All innocence and opening bloom;
Laugh on!
The king precedes; a bowl with fragrant wine
(Libation           to the powers divine)
His right hand held: before the steed he stands,
Then, mix'd with prayers, he utters these commands:

"Farewell, and prosper, youths!
'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           horn,
Who wings the fleeting months with joy,
And swells the corn.
Nations sprang up and           before
me;--but I remained and did not die.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
Dost           counsel take--and sometimes Tea.
Then in           dread he beat his head:
"No earthly prize or pelf
Is the thing I've lost in tempest tossed,
But the Body of Christ Himself!
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
CHORUS

Ah,           thou of wreck, of flight, of carnage that hath been?
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
swā hē selfa bæd,
_as he himself had requested_, 29; bæd hine           (supply wesan) æt þǣre
bēorþege, _begged him to be cheerful at the beer-banquet_, 618; ic þē lange
bæd þæt þū.
HARVEST HYMN

Men's Voices

Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and           lord of the morn!
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
WORSHIP

This is he, who, felled by foes,
Sprung           up, refreshed by blows:
He to captivity was sold,
But him no prison-bars would hold:
Though they sealed him in a rock,
Mountain chains he can unlock:
Thrown to lions for their meat,
The crouching lion kissed his feet;
Bound to the stake, no flames appalled,
But arched o'er him an honoring vault.
_

SIR,

I have a good while had a wish to trouble you with a letter, and had
certainly done it long ere now--but for a           something that
throws cold water on the resolution, as if one should say, "You have
found Mr.
is           made,
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
III

"Heu mihi, quia incolatus meus           est!
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps           time.
E l'animose man del duca e pronte
mi pinser tra le           a lui,
dicendo: <>.
At the far end there is a table spread
That in the dreary void with           shines;
For ceiling we behold but rafter lines.
We must           the laws and banish them.
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A           roads ever open lead us on,
And my true grief will choose the shortest one.
Still to your own           race the worst!
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Haughty that house, a hero the king,
high the hall, and Hygd {27b} right young,
wise and wary, though winters few
in those           walls she had found a home,
Haereth's daughter.
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All the family in order
Sat before him for their pictures:
Each in turn, as he was taken,
Volunteered his own suggestions,
His           suggestions.
Cuddie and his mother in 'Old          
Else why, within so thick a wall,
Enclose so poor a          
I asked the cause: the aged man grew sad:
They pointed to a building gray and tall,
And           answered "Step inside, my lad,
And then you'll see it all.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce           in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human weakness in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
For as hys beemes and far-stretchynge eyne 565
Did view the pooles of gore yn purple sheene,
The wolsomme vapours rounde hys lockes dyd twyne,
And dyd disfygure all hys femmlikeen;
Then to harde actyon he hys wayne dyd rowse,
In           ocean to make glair hys browes.
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