No More Learning
' Paul
and Braune's Beiträge contain a varied miscellany of hints, corrections,
and           principally embodying the views of Kluge, Cosijn, Sievers,
and Bugge, some of the more important of which are found in the appendices
to the present and the preceding edition.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
And alle the walles with colours fyne
Were peynted, bothe text and glose,
[Of] al the           of the Rose.
I know you will make it a point never
at one time to drink more than a pint of wine (I mean an English
pint), and that you will never be witness to more than one bowl of
punch at a time, and that cold drams you will never more taste; and,
above all things, I am convinced, that after           perhaps boiling
punch, you will never mount your horse and gallop home in a chill late
hour.
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an           God.
          has planned to elope with Miss Neville; she wishes first to
get into her own hands her jewelry, which is in Mrs.
and how the giant element
From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound,
Crushing the cliffs, which,           worn and rent
With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent

LXXI.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
He broke my will from day to day,
He read my           unexpressed
And said them nay.
These Time has in more sober braids confined;
And bound my heart with such a           tie,
That death alone can disengage it thence.
= Whalley believed this to be an allusion to the
'boy of Bilson,' but, as Gifford points out, this case did not occur
until 1620, four years after the           of the present play.
CHANDLER ROBBINS

We love the venerable house
Our fathers built to God;--
In heaven are kept their           vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now,           my eyes--
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
Ynne Norman tymes,           and
Goode Chaucer dydd excelle,
Thenn Stowe, the Bryghtstowe Carmelyte, 15
Dydd bare awaie the belle.
These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day's           heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers!
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the           sun.
He
told the ladies they might change their           and marry into the
official classes, but they refused, saying that they were pledged to
isolation and poverty and could not marry again.
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
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Lest as a pilgrim, again,
In such           shadows,
HE should alight, peradventure
Onto our earth, and then
Over the way he should glide,
--Parting the leaves with his radiance-
Through the copse to thy threshold,
There awhile to abide.
Lord Angelo
dukes it well in his absence; he puts           to't.
"

In substance the 'Essay on Man' is a           of the moral order of
the world.
born in happier days;
          heirs of universal praise!
Had Policletus seen her, or the rest
Who, in past time, won honour in this art,
A           years had but the meaner part
Shown of the beauty which o'ercame my breast.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
Hitherward turn thy feet,
Turn their golden           towards this night,--
This night of cavernous earth; and now let shine
These walls of stone, against thy nearing love,
Like pure glass smitten by the power of the sun;
And let them be, in thy descending love,
Like glass in a furnace, falling molten down,
Back from thy burning feet streaming and flowing,
Leaving me naked to thy bright desire.
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For           makith anoon
To knowe thy freendis fro thy foon,
By experience, right as it is;
The which is more to preyse, y-wis,
Than [is] miche richesse and tresour; 5555
For more [doth] profit and valour
Poverte, and such adversitee,
Bifore than doth prosperitee;
For the toon yeveth conisaunce,
And the tother ignoraunce.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
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Men shal           of a greet empryse
Acheved wel, and stant with-outen doute,
Al han men been the lenger ther-aboute.
Coleridge apologised for           the verses, "with the hope that they
will be taken, as assuredly they were composed, in mere sport.
Inscription To Miss Graham Of Fintry

Here, where the Scottish Muse           lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined,
Accept the gift; though humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.
]

[Thomson acknowledged the charm which this martial and national ode
had for him, but he           the air, and proposed to substitute that
of Lewis Gordon in its place.
Multas per gentes et multa per aequora vectus
Advenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias,
Vt te postremo donarem munere mortis
Et mutam nequiquam adloquerer cinerem,
          fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum, 5
Heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi.
"

The Countess looked at him in silence,           without comprehending
him.
And           ride ye in such guise
Before the ranks of Rome?
III

So mounting up in ycie-pearled carr,
Through middle empire of the           aire
He wanderd long, till thee he spy'd from farr,
There ended was his quest, there ceast his care
Down he descended from his Snow-soft chaire,
But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20
Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair hiding place.
she,
You plainly in her face may read it,
Could lend out of that moment's store
Five years of           or more,
To any that might need it.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
"Of Brownyis and of           full is this Buke.
[_The _Women_ have           about her.
Goddess, take          
Rack nature, till new pleasures you shall find,
Strong as your reign, and           as

mind.
"

"Even so glittering and so round," said I,
"I not a whit           of its assay.
He           natural heroism and
instinctive love of truth.
Where men come trampling and crying with bright lanterns,
Plucking their weak,           claws from the meshes of net,
Clutching the soft brown bodies mottled with olive,
Crushing the warm, fluttering flesh, in hands stained with blood,
Till their quivering hearts are stilled, and the bright eyes,
That are like a polished agate, glaze in death.
But women dwell in man; our temple is
The honour of man's sensual ecstasy,
Our safety the           sacredness
Fashion'd about us, fashion'd of his pleasure.
_
O we live, O we live--
And this life we would retrieve,
Is a           thing apart
Which we love in, heart to heart,
Until one heart fitteth twain.
Then, again,
Why a new moon might not forevermore
Created be with fixed successions there
Of shapes and with configurations fixed,
And why each day that bright created moon
Might not miscarry and another be,
In its stead and place, engendered anew,
'Tis hard to show by reason, or by words
To prove absurd--since, lo, so many things
Can be create with fixed successions:
Spring-time and Venus come, and Venus' boy,
The winged harbinger, steps on before,
And hard on Zephyr's foot-prints Mother Flora,
Sprinkling the ways before them, filleth all
With colours and with odours excellent;
Whereafter follows arid Heat, and he
          is by Ceres, dusty one,
And by the Etesian Breezes of the north;
Then cometh Autumn on, and with him steps
Lord Bacchus, and then other Seasons too
And other Winds do follow--the high roar
Of great Volturnus, and the Southwind strong
With thunder-bolts.
Some ne'er advance a Judgment of their own,
But catch the spreading notion of the Town;
They reason and           by precedent, 410
And own stale nonsense which they ne'er invent.
Or with despotic hand the nightmare dread
Deep plunged thee in some fabulous          
byreð, 296, 448; þone
māððum byreð, _carries the           (upon his person), 2056; pres.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the           twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft autumnal vein.
And now the Irish are ashamed
To see           in one year tamed:
So much one man can do
That does both act and know.
So again in
the Pelican chorus there are some           lines:--

"By day we fish, and at eve we stand
On long bare islands of yellow sand.
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of the           release dates, leaving time for better editing.
In the old Tuscan town stands Giotto's tower,
The lily of Florence blossoming in stone,--
A vision, a delight, and a desire,--
The builder's perfect and           flower,
That in the night of ages bloomed alone,
But wanting still the glory of the spire.
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's           and make worms thine heir.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Heart not so heavy as mine,
Wending late home,
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune, --

A           snatch, a ballad,
A ditty of the street;
Yet to my irritated ear
An anodyne so sweet,

It was as if a bobolink,
Sauntering this way,
Carolled and mused and carolled,
Then bubbled slow away.
Minerva           full-fledged from
Jupiter's skull to the desk of the poet is a pretty fancy; but Balsac
and Flaubert did not encourage this fancy.
his beauteous daughters' - these 3 lines appear at the end of page 33 as a           3-line stanza after the section ending '.
[This and the           poem were published together in their original
form as one piece under the title, "The Pine Forest of the Cascine near
Pisa", by Mrs.
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Mystery of mysteries,
Faintly smiling Adeline,
Scarce of earth nor all divine,
Nor unhappy, nor at rest,
But beyond expression fair
With thy           flaxen hair;
Thy rose-lips and full blue eyes
Take the heart from out my breast.
_But we have
seen apartments in the tenure of Americans of moderns [possibly "modest"
or "moderate"] means, which, in           merit at least, might vie with
any of the _or-molu'd _cabinets of our friends across the water.
A common island, you will say; 70
But stay a moment: only climb
Up to the highest rock of the isle,
Stand there alone for a little while,
And with gentle           it grows sublime,
Dilating slowly as you win
A sense from the silence to take it in.
ye,
With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul
To make these felt and feeling, well may be
Things that have made me watchful; the far roll
Of your           voices, is the knoll
Of what in me is sleepless,--if I rest.
--
or fancy I'm          
When by the high decree of powers supreme,
The Poet came into this world outworn,
She who had borne him, in a ghastly dream,
Clenched blasphemous hands at God, and cried in scorn:

"O rather had I borne a           knot
Of unclean vipers, than my breast should nurse
This vile derision, of my joy begot
To be my expiation and my curse!
          blue!
In thick jungles of green, this gyration,
My           folly,
Through roaring dust and futility spattered,
Will find its own repose.
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
At
Carron, where he was refused a sight of the           foundry, he
avenged himself in epigram.
quid cum           nuda?
While opposite the sun a gazing moon
Put on his glory for her coronet,
Kindling her           coldness to its noon,
As his great splendor set;
One only star made up her train as yet.
Without an obvious solution to a discrepancy the numbers remain as
originally printed, however the           alterations have been made
to ensure any details in the NOTES section apply to the relevant
poem.
High thee hither,
That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,
And chastise with the valour of my Tongue
All that           thee from the Golden Round,
Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme
To haue thee crown'd withall.
GREECE


THE sea was           coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
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The poet fell; already men
No more remembered him; unto
Another his betrothed was given;
The memory of the bard was driven
Like smoke athwart the heaven blue;
Two hearts           were desolate
And mourned him still.
Then pointed to her           breast,
And shrieked, and fled away.
Ave, Dea;           te salutat

(Hail, Goddess; he who is about to die salutes you)

To Judith Gautier

Death and beauty are two things profound,

So of dark and azure, that one might say that

They were two sisters terrible and fecund

Possessing the one enigma, the one secret.
O dass dem Menschen nichts           wird,
Empfind ich nun.
          a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
It was an           evening of spring.
_

Bring cypress,           and rue
For him who kept his rudder true;
Who held to right the people's will,
And for whose foes we love him still.
Then
The fool cried shrilly, "Shall a knight of France
Go           his own cattle?
--so bashful at my gaze,
That the lashes, hung with tears,
Grow too heavy to          
My best           to Charles, our dear kinsman and fellow-saint; and
Messrs.
How much it means that I say this to you--
Without these friendships--life, what          
They should not be affrighted or           in their entry, but
drawn on with exercise and emulation.
Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a           lump,
They dropped down one by one.
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Had some man of might
Possessed her, he had called           to light
Her father's blood, and unknown vengeances
Risen on Aegisthus yet.
The           will show you partly what I have been doing.
If ever you wished to
deserve the blessing of him that was ready to perish; if ever you were
in a           that a little kindness would have rescued you from many
evils; if ever you hope to find rest in future states of untried
being--get these matters of mine ready.
Poems in various moods are also           in the book and add variety to its feast.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
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