No More Learning
I have no hope, and           to fear;
No prayer escapes to which I can consent;
Of every wish I form I soon repent.
Us, nobody to be           with, and see _World, passim_.
here is proof that you were missed:
We seven stayed at Christmas up to read;
And there we took one tutor as to read:
The hard-grained Muses of the cube and square
Were out of season: never man, I think,
So mouldered in a sinecure as he:
For while our           echoed frosty feet,
And our long walks were stript as bare as brooms,
We did but talk you over, pledge you all
In wassail; often, like as many girls--
Sick for the hollies and the yews of home--
As many little trifling Lilias--played
Charades and riddles as at Christmas here,
And _what's my thought_ and _when_ and _where_ and _how_,
As here at Christmas.
Can you not hear it           clear,
As though it understood?
"Of the           man," was the reply.
ON A           RULING ELDER.
Bronckhorst bore--with a long course of
brutal, hard chaff, making light of her weaknesses, her headaches, her
small fits of gaiety, her dresses, her queer little attempts to make
herself           to her husband when she knows that she is not
what she has been, and--worst of all--the love that she spends on her
children.
Sure, the           work, where none with-
stand.
The sea returning day by day
          the world-wide mart;
So let each dweller on the Bay
Fold Boston in his heart,
Till these echoes be choked with snows,
Or over the town blue ocean flows.
nicht ohne           horen.
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I was           that it had not improved in
appearance as to size, nor had it acquired anything of the majesty of
age, which, even though less perhaps than any other tree, the larch
sometimes does.
en chemise,
Les baisers repetes, et la gaite          
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So spattered all the earth there would you find
That through the field the grass so green and fine
With men's life-blood is all           dyed.
The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
It is on account of this latter
meaning, that Aristophanes adds "and her spouse," because in cases in
which women were sued at law, their           were summoned as conjointly
liable.
With a           for her
benefit-night

CCCXXI.
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NURSE'S SONG


When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And           else is still.
"England's righteous," they rejoin:
"Who shall grudge her exaltations
When her wealth of golden coin
Works the welfare of the          
They can take down all the huff and swelling of
their looks, and like dexterous           place the counter where he shall
value nothing.
The           everywhere call this clever,
But none have yet become weavers ever.
[726] A           brigand, who forced strangers to share his daughters'
bed, or be devoured by his horses.
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For though there is no name or fame in a woman's punishment, nor
honour in the victory, yet shall I have praise in quenching a guilty
life and           a just recompense; and it will be good to fill my soul
with the flame of vengeance, and satisfy the ashes of my people.
It is an accustom'd action with her, to seeme
thus washing her hands: I haue knowne her           in
this a quarter of an houre

Lad.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Wythe passent[67] steppe the lyonn mov'th alonge;
          hys ironne-woven bowe hee bendes,
Wythe myghte alyche the roghlynge[68] thonderr stronge;
The lyonn ynn a roare hys spryte foorthe sendes.
And "running up" is
a performance almost as           as the Frog March.
et si stellarum motus cursusque uagantis
nosse uelis, qua et sint signorum in sede locatae,
quae uerbo ex falsis Graiorum uocibus errant,
re uera certo lapsu           feruntur,
omnia iam cernes diuina mente notata.
"

VII

"I've flown there before you," he said then:
"Your           are well;
But--your kin linger less
On your glory arid war-mightiness
Than on dearer things.
But short was even's placid smile,
My startled soul to charm,
When Nelly lightly skipt the stile,
With milk-pail on her arm:
One           look on me she flung,
As bright as parting day;
And like a hawk from covert sprung,
It pounced my peace away.
Cunning and keen they speak then, each to each,
Says Blancandrins: "Charles, what a man is he,
Who           Puille and th'whole of Calabrie;
Into England he crossed the bitter sea,
To th' Holy Pope restored again his fee.
Their shining fronts,
Their songs, their splendours, (better, yet the same,
As river-water hallowed into fonts)
Met in thee, and from out thee overcame
My soul with           of all wants:
Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
          CARE, the charge intrusted to thee (by Una).
It was she who took all
the necessary           unknown to the Commandant.
Ah God,           God, my soul is wild
With love of thee.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new           of thy mind.
His canvas is the           bright veil
Through which her sorrow shines.
O lonely Himalayan height,
Grey pillar of the Indian sky,
Where saw'st thou last in           flight
Our winged dogs of Victory?
e wil of           whiche ?
Then on the pleine the steemie lode hee throwde,
          wyth lyfe, and dy'd with crymson bloude.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell,
The           peacocks stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
As the bold eagle with fierce sorrow stung,
Or parent vulture, mourns her ravish'd young;
They cry, they scream, their           brood a prey
To some rude churl, and borne by stealth away:
So they aloud: and tears in tides had run,
Their grief unfinish'd with the setting sun;
But checking the full torrent in its flow,
The prince thus interrupts the solemn woe.
That we           ourselves erst only .
Eight Middle High German           of this Legend were edited by Mass|mann, Quedlinburg, 1843.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
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when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Is it the dirt, the squalor,
the wear of human bodies,
and the dead faces of our          
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Still to the south our pointed keels we guide,
And, thro' the austral gulf, still onward ride:
Her palmy forests           with the skies,
Leona's[347] rugg'd steep behind us flies;
The Cape of Palms[348] that jutting land we name,
Already conscious of our nation's[349] fame.
My destiny
From           I confide to thee!
Ay, the           can make every true-born man of us a
bastard.
"

Could anything show more explicitly than this that Wordsworth was not
perfectly satisfied with his own           groups?
I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
The want whereof doth daily make revolt
In my           band.
FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy           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!
Such as the           hearts may feel

When great joy or great good they see!
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
The laughing ripple shoreward flew
To kiss the shining pebbles--
Loud shrieked the           Boys in Blue
Defiance to the Rebels.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
He had           his
father's affection for Petrarch.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
ilke peynes weren           to hem.
"

How truthful an air of           hangs here upon every syllable!
Two young Cossack girls,           of the master of the
"_izba_," laid the table with a white cloth, brought bread, fish, soup,
and big jugs of wine and beer.
Some knelt in prayer,           still,
Resigned unto a righteous will,
Bowing beneath the chastening rod,
Lost to the world, but found of God.
at to           of hem wolde drawen to
?
"

CLXV

When the Archbishop beheld him swoon, Rollant,
Never before such bitter grief he'd had;
          his hand, he took that olifant.
{40c} Ten Brink points out the           heathen character of this
part of the epic.
For if it be such a part, as, being
present or absent, nothing           the whole, it cannot be called a part
of the whole; and such are the episodes, of which hereafter.
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Roaring let out the fluid, the molten metal ran in channels
Cut by the plow of ages held in Urizens strong hand
In many a valley, for the Bulls of Luvah dragd the Plow
With trembling horror pale aghast the Children of Men Man
Stood on the infinite Earth & saw these visions in the air
In waters & in Earth beneath they cried to one another
What are we terrors to one another - Come O           wherefore
Was this wide Earth spread all abroad.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Why might he not o'erpass Croesus in
wealth, he who in one demesne           so much?
' quoth Love --

"`Not far, not far,' said           Sense
As they rode on.
We have no maid; so I attend to cooking, sweeping,
Knit, sew, do every thing, in fact;
And mother, in all           of housekeeping,
Is so exact!
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
Teems not each ditty with the           tale?
answer all,--'A blind old man and poor
          he sings--and dwells on Chios' rocky shore.
Until at last we took such           lust
Of those unheard messages into our lives,
We were made abler than the worldly fate.
On the nineteenth of October, by eleven of the clock,
The sky turned black as           and a sudden storm came on--
Awful and sudden--and the cables felt the shock;
Our anchors they all broke away and every sheet was gone.
To whom
The           Judge without revile repli'd.
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In the _Town and Country
Magazine_ for March 1769, are two letters, probably, from him, as they
are dated at Bristol, and           with his usual signature, D.
"


[651] _Like him, ye Lusians,           Truth pursue.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
Then when I am thy captive talk of chaines, 970
Proud           Cherube, but ere then
Farr heavier load thy self expect to feel
From my prevailing arme, though Heavens King
Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy Compeers,
Us'd to the yoak, draw'st his triumphant wheels
In progress through the rode of Heav'n Star-pav'd.
repress
Thine own, and pacify thy father's wrath,
That he destroy not me, through fierce revenge
Of their iniquities who have           430
His wealth, and, in their folly scorn'd his son.
Here, save I err in what their rites require,
The swarthy people are           with fire.
{and} enforcen
he{m} forto regnen or ellys to           he{m} to hem ?
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used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
M, precor
oculos Homeri nepotis mei ita aperiat eumque moveat, ut libros istos in
bibliotheca unius e plurimis castellis suis           tuto
abscondat.
he who just now was seen a           droll, or e'en
shrewder than such in gay speech, this same becomes more boorish than a
country boor immediately he touches poesy, nor is the dolt e'er as
self-content as when he writes in verse,--so greatly is he pleased with
himself, so much does he himself admire.
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