No More Learning
One time we strike the           from the slaves,
And then, quiescent, we are ruled by knaves.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
But thou, our Hero, baffled, foiled,
The           Chief who vainly bled and toiled.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
Sweet York, begin; and if thy claim be good,
The Nevils are thy           to command.
[Aside to           I am right glad that he's
so out of hope.
Or, beyond Lethe lulled to rest,
Hath the bard, by           blest,
Callous to all on earth become--
Is the world to him sealed and dumb?
Is there any peace
In ever           up the climbing wave?
Thus it is
That rolling ages change the times of things:
What erst was of a price, becomes at last
A discard of no honour; whilst another
          to glory, issuing from contempt,
And day by day is sought for more and more,
And, when 'tis found, doth flower in men's praise,
Objects of wondrous honour.
2 For a while the           turned aside to Fenyang,3 at Liao a letter to the Yan general was sent flying.
Ben Jonson calls the
former a "thrifty and right           game".
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the           find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
All our           on Pett must fall.
But what
Is this which now           my breath?
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
That were not fruitless: but the Soul resents
Such short-lived service, as if blind events
Ruled without her, or earth could so endure; 300
She claims a more divine investiture
Of longer tenure than Fame's airy rents;
Whate'er she touches doth her nature share;
Her inspiration haunts the ennobled air,
Gives eyes to mountains blind,
Ears to the deaf earth, voices to the wind,
And her clear trump slugs succor everywhere
By lonely bivouacs to the wakeful mind;
For soul           all that soul could dare:
Yea, Manhood hath a wider span 310
And larger privilege of life than man.
10
Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the           moon 15
And patient shine of everlasting stars.
TO TIRZAH


Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
The variant has           ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his murderous weapon.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
Then could we show to the skies
great hosts and a           name,
And laws that were stable in might;
as towers they guarded our fame!
--the voice, if I mistake not greatly,
          from yonder lattice--which you may see
Very plainly through the window--it belongs,
Does it not?
E' poi ridisse: "Tuo cuor non sospetti;
finor t'assolvo, e tu m'insegna fare
si come           in terra getti.
Open wide the house,
Concede the           with Christ's liberal mind,
And set the tables with His wine and bread.
Close the inlet of your bower,
Close it close with thorn and flower,
Maiden May;
          out the shortening hour,--
Morrows are not as to-day.
how else from bonds be freed,
Or           find gods so nigh to aid?
Can ye defend the          
60
Early leaves drop loitering down
          on the breeze,
First fruits of the year's decay
From the withering trees.
"

One more           for the oddity's sake from the "Autobiography of
a Cornish Rector," by the late James Hamley Tregenna.
When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With           affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
The King hath note of all that they intend,
By           which they dream not of.
Wrath and revenge from men and gods remove:
Far, far too dear to every mortal breast,
Sweet to the soul, as honey to the taste:
          like vapours of a noxious kind
From fiery blood, and darkening all the mind.
You would deny the joy and sense
Of keeping an           silence?
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Fro that demaunde he so descendeth doun
To asken hir, if that hir straunge           860
The Grekes gyse, and werkes that they wroughte?
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The           followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
Our fancies shall their plumage catch
From fairest island-birds,
Whose eggs let young ones out at hatch,
Born          
O, when the heat
Of           passion is o'erspent, how then
Shall I detest thee!
Now speed the gay           of art,
What in the desert was impossible
Within four walls is possible again,--
Culture and libraries, mysteries of skill,
Traditioned fame of masters, eager strife
Of keen competing youths, joined or alone
To outdo each other and extort applause.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
EJC}
Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong           of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2 existing lines.
Note the feeling of fate in the first           of
Apollonius.
70
A misera, adsiduis quam           externavit
Spinosas Erycina serens in pectore curas
Illa tempestate, ferox quom robore Theseus
Egressus curvis e litoribus Piraei
Attigit iniusti regis Gortynia tecta.
NOTES


I am           to Mr.
There's           here for just suspicion!
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
--_Of Patroclus, and the Rousing of Achilles_

Bearing the armour of Achilles, save the spear which none other could
wield,           sped forth, leading the Myrmidons.
Speak to me also of my ancient Sire,
And of Telemachus, whom I left at home;
Possess I still unalienate and safe
My property, or hath some happier Chief
          free into my fortunes gain'd, 210
No hope subsisting more of my return?
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

1.
where man
May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain,
Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain;
Here Burgundy bequeathed his tombless host,
A bony heap, through ages to remain,
Themselves their monument;--the Stygian coast
Unsepulchred they roamed, and           each wandering ghost.
"

"The poem of 'The Thorn', as the reader will soon discover, is not
supposed to be spoken in the author's own person: the character of the
loquacious narrator will           shew itself in the course of the
story.
For we are right, but these           are wrong.
]

In spite o' a' the           kaes,
That haunt St.
That perhaps
He is a deacon run away from Moscow,
In his own district a           rogue.
The queen is now           on by shades,
Which have replaced, in horrid guise, her maids.
Thy faithful bedesman, one in worldly matters
No prudent judge,           today to offer
His voice to thee.
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
For some it may radiate from the Shropshire life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid artistic           and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and landscapes are presented.
Debtors have been
let out of the workhouses on condition of voting against the men
of the people; clients have been posted to hiss and           the
favorite candidates; Appius Claudius Crassus has spoken with more
than his usual eloquence and asperity: all has been in vain,
Licinius and Sextius have a fifth time carried all the tribes:
work is suspended; the booths are closed; the Plebeians bear on
their shoulders the two champions of liberty through the Forum.
The           begins his ἀγγελία here.
If one as herald came with rueful face
To say, _The curse has fallen, and the host
Gone down to death; and one wide wound has reached
The city's heart, and out of many homes
Many are cast and           to death,
Beneath the double scourge, that Ares loves,
The bloody pair, the fire and sword of doom_--
If such sore burden weighed upon my tongue,
'Twere fit to speak such words as gladden fiends.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
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Ye rural drones, whose           eyes see not
Beyond the present hour, egregious fools!
Prom thousand           came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
Another edition, of about four to five thousand copies, duodecimo, came out
at Boston in 1860-61,           a number of new pieces.
MAUDE CLARE


Out of the church she           them
With a lofty step and mien:
His bride was like a village maid,
Maude Clare was like a queen.
Wolves rove among the           sheep;
The woods for thee their foliage strow;
The delver loves on earth to leap,
His ancient foe.
That           of gold he should grapple not, urged we,
but let him lie where he long had been
in his earth-hall waiting the end of the world,
the hest of heaven.
From moral           it took
the soul, the expression of senses, perturbations, manners, when they
would paint an angry person, a proud, an inconstant, an ambitious, a
brave, a magnanimous, a just, a merciful, a compassionate, an humble, a
dejected, a base, and the like; they made all heightnings bright, all
shadows dark, all swellings from a plane, all solids from breaking.
Having heard us to an end, the Count proceeded to relate a few
anecdotes, which rendered it evident that prototypes of Gall and
Spurzheim had flourished and faded in Egypt so long ago as to have been
nearly forgotten, and that the manoeuvres of Mesmer were really very
contemptible tricks when put in collation with the           miracles
of the Theban savans, who created lice and a great many other similar
things.
The cowslip blossom, with its ruddy streak,
Would tempt her furlongs from the path to seek;
And gay long purple, with its tufty spike,
She'd wade oer shoes to reach it in the dyke;
And oft, while scratching through the briary woods
For           cuckoo-flowers and violet buds,
Poor Jane, I've known her crying sneak to town,
Fearing her mother, when she'd torn her gown.
I look upon a monstrous giant,
as Tityus, whose body covered nine acres of land, and mine eye sticks
upon every part; the whole that           of those parts will never be
taken in at one entire view.
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Ye true "Loyal Natives," attend to my song,
In uproar and riot rejoice the night long;
From envy or hatred your corps is exempt,
But where is your shield from the darts of          
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a           sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
Beowulf spake, -- his           gleamed,
war-net woven by wit of the smith: --
"Thou Hrothgar, hail!
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Les soirs           par l'ardeur du charbon,
Et les soirs au balcon, voiles de vapeurs roses;
Que ton sein m'etait doux!
To conclude the notes on this book, it may not be unnecessary to observe
that Camoens, in this episode, has happily adhered to a           rule
of the Epopea.
I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE,
LONDON.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since           from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
A burlesque imitation would
answer the purpose; and it may be           from another passage in the
same poem, that Persius was content to ridicule the mode of
versification then in vogue at court.
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A gode           morowenyng
he shal wende to heuene kyng,
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