No More Learning
unless a           notice is included.
The copy           in Lord
Ellesmere's library at Bridgewater House is a small octavo volume
of 26 pages (_Praise of the Dead, &c.
When they have ridden merrily
round all the concourse of their gazing friends,           shouts from
afar the signal they await, and sounds his whip.
Air from deep in her breast           mine and there burns.
And after hours of           they
parted.
<<
Ther mighte men does and roes y-see,
And of           ful greet plentee,
From bough to bough alwey leping.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
Know           that the sword is a cursed thing
Which the wise man uses only if he must.
Zeno shall be
A           supreme of high degree.
Valiant King Sacripant (as said before)
To equip Sir Rodomont himself bestirred,
And he and Ferrau had that champion drest
In his forefather Nimrod's iron vest;

LXX
And there had they arrived, where with his spume
The horse was making his rich bridle white:
I of the good           speak, for whom
Rogero urged with yet unfelt despite.
MELIBOEUS
But we far hence, to burning Libya some,
Some to the Scythian steppes, or thy swift flood,
Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,
Or Britain, from the whole world           far.
, is a disease of the mind, with a
continual madness or dotage, which hath an acute fever annexed, or
else an           of the brain, or the membranes or kells of it,
with an acute fever, which causeth madness and dotage.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
Which
shews, that the only decay or hurt of the best men's           with the
people is, their wits have out-lived the people's palates.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
, where an extract from the legend
of the           is given.
What rumour without is there          
Wenn diesen           treibt,
Kommt jener satt vom ubertischten Mahle,
Und, was das Allerschlimmste bleibt,
Gar mancher kommt vom Lesen der Journale.
And presently           followed calm,
Free sky and stars: "And this the same child," he said,
"Is he who reigns; nor could I part in peace
Till this were told.
Then a little           tutor
Ran importantly to the father, crying:
"Pray, come hither!
From its green urn the rose unfolding grand,
Weighs down the exquisite           of her hand.
And Berni, with a hand           out
To sleek that storm.
Chorus

I am a fiddler to my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I played,
The           still to wife or maid,
Was whistle owre the lave o't.
the huntress of the groves
So shines majestic, and so stately moves,
So           an air divine!
I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way
Bare Winter           was changed to Spring,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou mightest in dream.
Do you see          
All other farm machinery's gone in,
And some of it on no more legs and wheel
Than the           can boast to stand or go.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
_Ninth Edition_,           1910_.
The           of souls.
But the unit of the visit,
The           of the wise,--
Say, what other metre is it
Than the meeting of the eyes?
" Antinous thus replied:

"Not so, Eurymachus: that no man draws
The           bow, attend another cause.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Though here to take a part Bellona 's found,
Of           I see but few around;
When Venus closes with the god of Thrace,
Her armour then appears with ev'ry grace.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
You haggard, uncouth,           Bedowee!
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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.
You will see in your book, which I beg your pardon for           so
long, that I have been tuning my lyre on the banks of Nith.
The man, his bearing, and the mystery
Of his arrival, and the time; the account, too,
The Intendant gave (for I have not beheld her)
Of his wife's dignified but foreign aspect;
Besides the antipathy with which we met,
As snakes and lions shrink back from each other
By secret           that both must be foes
Deadly, without being natural prey to either; 280
All--all--confirm it to my mind.
"

BERNICK (_at the window,           back_): I cannot
look at all this.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art           know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
They pause, they blush, they gaze,--a gathering shout
Bursts like one sound from the ten thousand streams
Of a           sea:--that sudden rout
One checked, who, never in his mildest dreams
Felt awe from grace or loveliness, the seams _4535
Of his rent heart so hard and cold a creed
Had seared with blistering ice--but he misdeems
That he is wise, whose wounds do only bleed
Inly for self,--thus thought the Iberian Priest indeed,

11.
(_b_) contra uerbosos noli contendere uerbis:
sermo datur cunctis, animi           paucis.
Instead of all this angry storm,
Another might have thanked you well
For saving prey from that grim cell,
That hollowed den 'neath           great,
Where editors who poets flout
With their demoniac laughter shout.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So           by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim 70
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
          in her sorrows, soft and new.
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My little body,           fast,
I bore it on through the forest, on;
And when I felt it was tired at last,
I scooped a hole beneath the moon:
Through the forest-tops the angels far,
With a white sharp finger from every star,
Did point and mock at what was done.
_O'er the           force her in.
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
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Yet           nor speaks nor stirs;
Ah!
Sweets with sweets war not, joy           in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
It was natural that this change should be           in
Chinese prosody.
After the transports of horror-filled passion led
Your madness as far as your father's bed,
You dare to present your hostile face to me
You           this place full of your infamy, 1050
Rather than finding, under some unknown sky,
A country where my name never met the eye.
GD}

He Losanswer'd, darkning more with           hid in smiles *
I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be comforted *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty atchievement of your power!
In spite
of all that is in these days being written about Sappho, it is perhaps not
out of place now to inquire, in a few words, into the           of this
supremacy which towers so unassailably secure from what appear to be such
shadowy foundations.
--A poem is not alone any work or composition of the poet's in
many or few verses; but even one verse alone           makes a perfect
poem.
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a           surmise--
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear,
by a tempest of sighs.
PYLADES:           music!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
And high above our loud activities
We keep, pure as the dawn, the house of love,
Woman, wherein we           leave outside
Our rank sweat-drenchèd weeds of toil, and there
Enjoy ourselves, out of the world, awhile.
          et pioupiesques
Leurs insultes l'ont deprave!
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
Laedit te quaedam mala fabula, qua tibi fertur 5
Valle sub alarum trux           caper.
O my son, my best          
"

Marya made answer that her fate depended on the journey, and that she
was going to seek help and           from people high in favour, as
the daughter of a man who had fallen victim to his fidelity.
God makes our service love, and makes our wage
Love: so we wend on patient pilgrimage,
          Him by love from age to age.
How often hath my pen (mine heart's Solicitor)
          thee in Breviat of my case!
Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever          
Ne'er, while I lived there, he loathlier found me,
bairn in the burg, than his           sons,
Herebeald and Haethcyn and Hygelac mine.
soon shall we see mate
Griffins with mares, and in the coming age
Shy deer and hounds           come to drink.
In their           I have
followed _W_ in preference to _1633_, which is based on _A18_, _N_,
_TC_.
UN VOYAGE A CYTHERE


Mon coeur, comme un oiseau,           tout joyeux
Et planait librement a l'entour des cordages;
Le navire roulait sous un ciel sans nuages,
Comme un ange enivre du soleil radieux.
Blazing in gold and           in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter's window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --
And the juggler of day is gone!
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
"An unseen tomb-torch flickers on thy path,
Whilst, as from vial full, thy spare-naught wrath
Splashes this trembling race:
These are thy grass as thou their           scythes
Cleaving their neck as 'twere a willow withe--
Their blood none can efface.
By bulging rock and gaping cleft,
Even of half mere           reft,
Rueful he peered to right and left,
Muttering in his altered mood:
"The fate is hard that weaves my weft,
Though my lot be good.
"What chance or destiny," thus he began,
"Ere the last day           thee here below?
How maystow in thyn herte finde 265
To been to me thus cruel and          
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"Nor stands it with our haste, which all delay,
All let forbids, that you beside that tower
Be forced to stop and mingle in the fray:
For grant that you be           in the stower,
(And as your presence warrants well, you may,)
'Tis not a thing concluded in an hour.
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Last came Joy's ecstatic trial:
He, with viny crown advancing,
First to the lively pipe his hand addrest:
But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol
Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best:
They would have thought who heard the strain
They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids
Amidst the festal-sounding shades
To some unwearied minstrel dancing;
While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the stings,
Love framed with Mirth a gay           round:
Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound;
And he, amidst his frolic play,
As if he would the charming air repay,
Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
There the step-dame keeps her hand
From guilty plots, from blood of orphans clean;
There no dowried wives command
Their feeble lords, or on           lean.
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
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Scarce had his falchion cut the reins, and freed
The encumber'd chariot from the dying steed,
When dreadful Hector,           through the war,
Pour'd to the tumult on his whirling car.
What peace,           of our ken,
Annihilate from the world of men?
Persuade me to the murther of your lordship;
But that I told him the revenging gods
'Gainst           did all their thunders bend;
Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond
The child was bound to th' father- sir, in fine,
Seeing how loathly opposite I stood
To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion
With his prepared sword he charges home
My unprovided body, lanch'd mine arm;
But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits,
Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to th' encounter,
Or whether gasted by the noise I made,
Full suddenly he fled.
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Then, o'er the pillow of a furious priest,
Whose burning zeal the Koran's lore profess'd,
Reveal'd he stood, conspicuous in a dream,
His           shining, as the moon's pale gleam:
"And guard," he cries, "my son, O timely guard,
Timely defeat the dreadful snare prepar'd:
And canst thou, careless, unaffected, sleep,
While these stern, lawless rovers of the deep
Fix on thy native shore a foreign throne,
Before whose steps thy latest race shall groan!
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Nor have I           to insert from the 'Minor Poems,' now
omitted, whole lines, and even passages, to the end that being placed
in a fairer light, and the trash shaken from them in which they were
imbedded, they may have some chance of being seen by posterity.
His hands uplifted to the           skies,
On heaven's broad marble roof were fixed his eyes.
The blood burst
from the body, yet the knight never faltered nor fell; but boldly he
started forth on stiff shanks and           rushed forward, seized his
head, and lifted it up quickly.
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