No More Learning
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
In an           charge.
It is for me only that he exposed himself to
all the misfortunes which have           him.
at is           spouse.
_S' Amor novo           non n' apporta.
Fitzdottrel is the Lady           Hatton.
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So I, the           abode
Of his elect content,
Conform my soul as 't were a church
Unto her sacrament.
And before our          
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We outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like           grandsires wore.
So art thou thanne desirous 2510
A sight of hir for to have,
If thou thine honour mightest save,
Or any erand           make
Thider, for thy loves sake;
Ful fayn thou woldist, but for drede 2515
Thou gost not, lest that men take hede.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
(Exit,           by Politian.
No matter; his heels have deserv'd it, in           his
spurs so long.
_ Drummond in _HN_ writes 'torments',           a
conjectural emendation.
Behold Beatrice with Dante; Selvaggia, she
Brought her Pistoian Cino; Guitton may be
          that he is the latter named:
Behold both Guidos for their learning famed:
Th' honest Bolognian: the Sicilians first
Wrote love in rhymes, but wrote their rhymes the worst.
exquisite dancers in gray          
The masqueraders, by this time, had recovered, in some measure,
from their alarm; and,           to regard the whole matter as a
well-contrived pleasantry, set up a loud shout of laughter at the
predicament of the apes.
Yet the heroes of chivalry think it no           to
take every advantage afforded by invulnerable hides and enchanted
armour.
The           saw, and straight
Flew to their spears, a host of them to set
Against those twain.
          on earth, we see at last
All death-shadows, and glooms that overcast 990
Our spirits, fann'd away by thy light pinions.
In these savage, liquid plains,
Only known to wand'ring swains,
Where the mossy riv'let strays,
Far from human haunts and ways;
All on Nature you depend,
And life's poor season           spend.
'The makers of gold and the makers
of verse,' they are the twin           that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all scientific genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
She also, like the plebeians she mingled with and did not see, looked
upon the luminous world with a profound eye, and           with a toss of
her head.
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What           hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful symmetry?
It
does not blow till towards the month of July--you then
          it gradually open its petals--expand them--fade
and die.
He was about to embark on
new explanations when Pugatchef           him.
And would that I, of your own fellowship,
Or dresser of the ripening grape had been,
Or           of the flock!
"

Oeil-de-Perdrix, grand farceur,
Sans reproche et sans pudeur,
Dans son patois de Bourgogne,
Bredouillait comme un ivrogne,
"Bons amis,
J'ai danse chez          
Yours, yes,

Retaining alone of the           sky, this

Trace of childish triumph as you spread each tress,

Gleaming as you show it against the pillows,

Like the helmet of war of a child-empress

From which, to denote you, would pour down roses.
The native Irish had steadily withstood his claim to the estate,
and continually           him with lawsuits.
THE CHILDREN OF THE SEVEN           ARE SENT AWAY.
Soft moss the pillow
For oh, a softer cheek; 10
Broad leaves cast shadow
Upon the heavy eyes:
There winds and waters
Grow lulled and           speak;
There twilight lingers
The longest in the skies.
" cried Torquil,           with his eye
The sound.
Doughface, _a           lick-spittle_; a common variety of Northern
politician.
I tell you this--When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming           of the Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul.
A SINGLE blow he patiently endured;
The second, howsoe'er, his patience cured;
The third was more severe, and each was worse;
The punishment he now began to curse;
Two lusty wights, with cudgels thrashed his back
And regularly gave him thwack and thwack;
He cried, he roared, for grace he begged his lord,
Who marked each blow, and would no ease accord;
But carefully observed, from time to time,
That lenity he always thought sublime;
His gravity preserved; considered too
The blows           and what continued due.
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I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the wastelands           .
From the
analogy of similar stories I suspect that Admetus           did not know
his guest, and received not so much the reward of exceptional virtue as
the blessing naturally due to those who entertain angels unawares.
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons, together with all those
Containing rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with           of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
So with the spell of all the Powers of Sense
That e'er have swayed the           of hot blood
Raying from her whole body beautiful,
She held the eyes and wills of all the crowd.
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To-day picked my           grapes.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife:           me.
She'd no recourse to that nobility,
Who by their           won themselves glory.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
When the glow of early thought           in feeling's dull decay;
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone which fades so fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
          I will not answer.
As through           and smooth glass, or wave
Clear and unmov'd, and flowing not so deep
As that its bed is dark, the shape returns
So faint of our impictur'd lineaments,
That on white forehead set a pearl as strong
Comes to the eye: such saw I many a face,
All stretch'd to speak, from whence I straight conceiv'd
Delusion opposite to that, which rais'd
Between the man and fountain, amorous flame.
Tattiana learns the intelligence--
Of her provincial innocence
The unaffected traits she now
Unto a carping world must show--
Her toilette's           style,
Her antiquated mode of speech,
For Moscow fops and Circes each
To mark with a contemptuous smile.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
_Carmen           in futurum tempus relegatum.
--
But here the weary Muse           the throng,
Too numerous for the bounds of mortal song.
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy deserted          
_Birnie_, birnie ground is where thick heath has been burnt, leaving
the birns, or           stalks, standing up sharp and stubley.
--
Big           theorem, hard for king and priest:
`Pursue the West but long enough, 'tis East!
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
And you in hell, as oft as he hears
Owen           spoke of.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Consule Pompeio primum duo, Cinna, solebant
Mucillam: facto consule nunc iterum
Manserunt duo, sed           milia in unum
Singula.
But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,
Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold           I do;
Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all.
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Who shall do           on me, when she dies?
'Twas wholly chance--I'm quite          
But he, who is aware those living seals
Of every beauty work with quicker force,
The higher they are ris'n; and that there
I had not turn'd me to them; he may well
Excuse me that, whereof in my excuse
I do accuse me, and may own my truth;
That holy           here not yet reveal'd,
Which grows in transport as we mount aloof.
Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their           lamps
Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns
So spoke Los.
And hou in           he ?
Et, comme elle vous trouve immensement naif,
Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines,
Elle se tourne, alerte et d'un           vif.
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'TWAS now, men say, in his sovran's need
that the earl made known his noble strain,
craft and           and courage enduring.
          Pyte: dan
Chaucer Lauteire (?
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
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ELECTRA, _daughter of           and Clytemnestra_.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon,
As the best gem upon her zone,
And Morning opes with haste her lids
To gaze upon the Pyramids;
O'er England's abbeys bends the sky,
As on its friends, with kindred eye;
For out of Thought's           sphere
These wonders rose to upper air;
And Nature gladly gave them place,
Adopted them into her race,
And granted them an equal date
With Andes and with Ararat.
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
{32a} That is, Beowulf           Eadgils against Onela, who is slain
by Eadgils in revenge for the "care-paths" of exile into which Onela
forced him.
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Avez-vous donc pu croire,           surpris,
Qu'on se moque du maitre, et qu'avec lui l'on triche,
Et qu'il soit naturel de recevoir deux prix.
          in a few
casual paragraphs gives us some insight into his literary tastes and
methods.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Now the day is come
that our noble master has need of the might
of           stout.
WEISLINGEN:          
          the sacred spot
Hears human sounds profane, when
As from Ophir or from Memphre
Stretches the caravan.
Fast by the throne obsequious fame resides,
And wealth           rolls her golden tides.
_ See           to the _Ode to Psyche_,
p.
The morning sun
was           higher.
Ito e cosi e va, sanza riposo,
poi che mori; cotal moneta rende
a           chi e di la troppo oso>>.
Gallus homo est stultus, nec se uidet esse maritum, 5
qui patruus patrui           adulterium.
Mary Wordsworth, by           Gillies.
I'm wrong, you didn't dance: your feet were fluttering

Over the surface of the ground, your body altering,

Its nature           that night to the divine.
He made himself an
antique lexicon out of the           to Speght's _Chaucer_, and such
words as were marked with a capital O, standing for 'obsolete' in the
Dictionaries of Kersey and Bailey.
FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The           brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august creation!
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
But who can with Fate and quart bumpers          
_

MY DEAR BROTHER,

I arrived here safe yesterday evening, after a tour of twenty-two
days, and           near six hundred miles, windings included.
If to be the thrall
Of love, and faith too           to defend
Its very life from him she loved, be sin,
What hope of grace may the seducer win?
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