No More Learning
"           the old man,
"Happy are my eyes to see you.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
"--
Starts with sudden life and hears
Through the slow dripping of the           caves,--

_Angel Voices.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the           ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.
e           {and} ?
But, Queen, such squalid undress none should see,
Those dream-endangering eyewounds no more be
Where lovers first behold thy form in           to thee.
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          of every other kind devolved on Galeazzo.
No, they were           and Christian, saying, 'We
Only deplore .
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I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
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I mean, has ne'er your heart been smitten          
I composed these verses while I stayed at           with Sir William
Murray.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high           Hill
Shall come against him.
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I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of           hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
I           at
the storied cliffs.
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His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
For philosophy and poetry combined, Browning and           lie
nearer to our age and mode of thought than Pope.
"

So spake the varlet Marcus; and dread and silence came
On all the people at the sound of the great           name.
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
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long distance off a Clangle-Wangle (or, as it is more properly written,
Clangel-Wangel); and, in spite of the warning they had had, they ran
straight up to it.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

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Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his           who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to infringe on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
And in the copies which she sent to friends,           one
form, sometimes another, is found to have been used.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
The dying need but little, dear, --
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To           the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
"

It was a secret dispatch, addressed to all Commanders of detachments,
ordering them to arrest me           I should be found, and to send me
under a strong escort to Khasan, to the Commission of Inquiry appointed
to try Pugatchef and his accomplices.
'Valiant she was, and comradely, and bold;
High-mettled; all her           a challenge, like gay ships
Adventurous, with treasure in the hold.
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
to say which is the worst?
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If           breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame?
]

[Footnote 46:           to the portcullis, which guarded the gate, on
which often depended the castle.
'

'But life is in our hands,' she said:
'In our own hands for gain or loss: 110
Shall not the           Sacred Fire
Suffice to purge our dross?
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
Quoi qu'il en soit, voici, seulement expurge des           en question
et classe aussi soigneusement que possible par ordre de dates, mais,
helas!
And           thou such guest
Would in thy hall take up his rest?
It has been the custom of late to assign to Donne the
authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
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So was my soul; but when 'twas full
Of unrest to o'erloading,
A voice of something beautiful
Whispered a dim foreboding,
And yet so soft, so sweet, so low,
It had not more of joy than woe;

And, as the sea doth oft lie still,
Making its waters meet,
As if by an           will,
For the moon's silver feet,
So lay my soul within mine eyes
When thou, its guardian moon, didst rise.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
_

HE IS CONTINUALLY IN FEAR OF           HER.
MOON-BATHERS

Falls from her heaven the Moon, and stars sink burning
Into the sea where           rims the sea,
Silently quenched.
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Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
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A Pox vpo'           to _Commi?
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And           with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
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In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
Our hearts are warm and cheery,
like           under drifts, whose windows and doors are half
concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.
The scene of the adventures is laid
in the enchanted forests and castles of the far away and unreal fairyland
of mediaeval chivalry, and the incidents           are either highly
improbable or frankly impossible.
But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
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Fleay           him with Norbret, one of the astrologers in
Beaumont and Fletcher's _Rollo, Duke of Normandy_.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
He had become a merchant trading to
the Levant, and in this           had visited the Holy Land (see 1100).
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with wondrous things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has           15
Immortality of love!
An
elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly
          a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
Lanier's growth in           form.
But [yet] if boundless lust must scale
Thy           and _must_ needs prevail
_'Gainst thee and_ force a passage in," etc.
[From Of           in England, 1641.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
And those bright fireflies wafting in between
And over the swaying cornstalks, just above
All their dark-feathered helmets, like little green
Stars come low and           here for love
Of this dark earth, and wandering all serene--!
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
--Wise is
rather the           of a prince than learned or good.
What rumour without is there          
Do sailors stare this way,
Cramped on the Needle's sheaf,
To hail the sudden ray
Which           relief?
_

"On the other side,
          with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
The chairs,
the tables, the presses were burned, and the crockery in bits; the
place was in           disorder.
: _canam_ D: num          
Not a little whisper all along the snow, not though the King
knocked down the first man that set hand on him--not though old Peachey
fired his last           into the brown of 'em.
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Part pays, and justly, the           steer:
The hog, that ploughs not nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
The verse is good, and they'll be hailed

For           they'll do in that place.
9 Gradually aging, how can I at this parting 52 hold back tears, alone keeping           within?
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
your good fortune will be           as great as your evil
fortune.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally required to           your periodic tax
returns.
La forma           di questo nodo
credo ch'i' vidi, perche piu di largo,
dicendo questo, mi sento ch'i' godo.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Yet discerning critics have
thought that they could still perceive in the early history of
Rome numerous fragments of this lost poetry, as the           on
classic ground sometimes finds, built into the heavy wall of a
fort or convent, a pillar rich with acanthus leaves, or a frieze
where the Amazons and Bacchanals seem to live.
Now as two           to the same key
Being tuned by art, if the one touched be.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
Do thou make           for me--for the rite
I know not--as is meet on the tenth night.
I see my empty house,
I see my trees repair their boughs;
And he, the           child,
Whose silver warble wild
Outvalued every pulsing sound
Within the air's cerulean round,--
The hyacinthine boy, for whom
Morn well might break and April bloom,
The gracious boy, who did adorn
The world whereinto he was born,
And by his countenance repay
The favor of the loving Day,--
Has disappeared from the Day's eye;
Far and wide she cannot find him;
My hopes pursue, they cannot bind him.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Surprised at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to grizzled moustache           clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
Obviously Goethe, just
returned north from his two years in Italy (1786-88), and alienated from
prim, courtly friends (especially since he had taken a           into
his cottage), had no thought of publication when he indited these
remembrances of Ancient Rome.
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