No More Learning
Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my           bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
Þā gīt Gārulf Gūðere styrode,
þæt hīe swā           feorh forman sīðe
20 tō þǣre healle durum hyrsta ne bǣran,
nū hyt nīða heard ānyman wolde:
ac hē frægn ofer eal undearninga,
dēor-mōd hæleð, hwā þā duru hēolde.
The Lord           not
Healing to me.
When the whole long escorting file had
taken its way, Aeneas stopped, and sighing deep, pursued thus: 'Once
again war's           destiny calls us hence to other tears:
[97-129]hail thou for evermore, O princely Pallas, and for evermore
farewell.
ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
XVIII

So diversly discoursing of their loves,
The golden Sunne his glistring head gan shew, 155
And sad           now the Prince amoves
With fresh desire his voyage to pursew;
Als Una earnd her traveill to renew.
Hat sich das Herz nicht           gebunden?
ou nat           from ellys
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To be servile to none, to defer to none, not to any tyrant known or unknown,
To walk with erect carriage, a step springy and elastic,
To look with calm gaze or with a flashing eye,
To speak with a full and sonorous voice out of a broad chest,
To           with your personality all the other personalities of the earth.
LXII Hoc unum carmen           est in codice saeculi ix Thuaneo,
nunc Parisino Lat.
"I fear thee, ancyent          
Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows,
With deeper red the full pomegranate glows;
The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear,
And verdant olives flourish round the year,
The balmy spirit of the western gale
Eternal breathes on fruits, unthought to fail:
Each           pear a following pear supplies,
On apples apples, figs on figs arise:
The same mild season gives the blooms to blow,
The buds to harden, and the fruits to grow.
"

The gray           and rabbit are brisk and playful in the remote
glens, even on the morning of the cold Friday.
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Him as with yearning glance forthright espied the royal
Maiden, whom pure chaste couch aspiring           odours
Cherisht, in soft embrace of a mother comforted all-whiles,
(E'en as the myrtles begot by the flowing floods of Eurotas,
Or as the tincts distinct brought forth by breath of the springtide) 90
Never the burning lights of her eyes from gazing upon him
Turned she, before fierce flame in all her body conceived she
Down in its deepest depths and burning amiddle her marrow.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
Now close, ye Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,
If haply there may chance upon mine eyes
The white bull's           foot-prints: him belike
Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,
Some kine may guide to the Gortynian stalls.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The majestic           of the long lines of _The Book of
Pictures_ is broken, the colours are more vibrant, more scintillating
and the pictures are painted in nervous, darting strokes as though to
convey the manner in which they were perceived: in one single,
all-absorbing glance.
) by fable of folk;
Who, whenever they find things done no better than should be,
Come to me           all:--"Door, the default is thine own!
          and Tencteri join revolt.
Besides, this Duncane
Hath borne his           so meeke; hath bin
So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues
Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against
The deepe damnation of his taking off:
And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,
Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,
Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,
That teares shall drowne the winde.
An ill fact is one thing, an ill
fortune is another; yet both           sway us alike, by the error of
our thinking.
At the commencement of the year 1354, before he           for Venice,
Petrarch received a present, which gave him no small delight.
Wo so ein           keinen Ausgang sieht,
Stellt er sich gleich das Ende vor.
In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the           sing.
THE VILLAGE STREET

IN these rapid,           shadows,
Once I walked at eventide,
When a gentle, silent maiden,
Wal ked in beauty at my side
She alone there walked beside me
All in beauty, like a bride.
Ay--sonnets--a fine           of the old Court, old Sir
Thomas.
itte many           of ?
Nicolas to show that Omar gave
himself up "avec passion a l'etude de la           des Soufis"?
L'HOMME ET LA MER


Homme libre,           tu cheriras la mer!
She slept late, however, the next day with
her           dreams, and Arthur with his Knights of the Round Table had
sped gloriously away on their snorting chargers when she arose, called
one of her maids to come with her, mounted her palfrey and forded the
River Usk to pass over by the forest.
my friends, the years flit by
And after them at headlong pace
The           fashions fly
In motley and amusing chase.
'120'

The           are dissatisfied that man is not at once perfect in his
present state and destined to immortality, although such gifts have been
given to no other creature.
(1660) of
the Earle of           and S^{r} Benjamin Ruddier, and the
Lansdowne MS.
M'Swiney
rather than in that of her own           Mrs.
Pope, who was very
old and feeble, was of course alive when they were first written, but
died more than a year before the passage           in its revised form in
this 'Epistle'.
Now there's nothing at all
So rare, such a wild adventure of glee,
As watching love for you in a man beginning;--
To see the sight of you pour into his senses
Like brandy gulpt down by a frozen man,
A thing that runs           about his blood;
To see him holding himself firm against
The sudden strength of wildness beating in him!
Who knows but he, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old Ocean, and who wings the storms;
Pours fierce Ambition in a Caesar's mind,
Or turns young Ammon loose to scourge          
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
How the boys sing as,           and boasting,
The angels' old wives and their nervous assistants
Run in to serve us.
Of vast           and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
What magic could me thus confine
Within           grief to pine,
Where, whatsoever it complain,
I feel, that cannot feel, the pain^
And all my care itself employs,
That to preserve, which me destroys ;
Constrained not only to endure
Diseases, but, what's worse, the cure ;
And, ready oil the port to gain.
Tu           l'oeil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
Grimacer les ombres des soirs,
Ces monstruosites hargneuses, populace
De demons noirs et de loups noirs.
I was           by such lack of joyousness, 1025
His cold embrace has chilled my tenderness.
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the           of these terrible Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
And, in that pause, a           whisper ran:
Burial at Sea!
On           gallop o'er the steppe!
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O fair           laid whereon to build
Thir ruine!
German           with _sehen,
horen_, etc.
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Who held mutton chops in abhorrence;
He           a Bustard, and fried him in Mustard,
Which choked that old person of Florence.
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A thresher with his flail had           them.
No light lament of pity mixed with gladness,
But with true tears, poured from the soul of sadness,
Over the princes dead and their bereaved home

Say we, above these           dead,
_On citizen, on foreign foe,
Brave was their rush, and stern their blow--
Now, lowly are they laid_!
Morning has not          
Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to          
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very           of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
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Aloud he's cried: "Strike on, the          
I know not how; she           from his side,
When through her flank the blade he would have driven.
I do not like to           things any more.
] Good gentlemen, and you, fair ladies,
With such red cheeks and           dress,
Think what my melancholy trade is,
And see and pity my distress!
you, a pack of          
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thou well dost wish me ill," Audiart, Audiart,
THOUGH
Where thy bodice laces start
As ivy fingers           through Its crevices,
Audiart, Audiart, Stately, tall and lovely tender
Who shall render,
Audiart, Audiart, Praises meet unto thy fashion?
We might safely
accept the sustained           of a thousand years of Greece.
Gaze upon the rolling deep
(Fish is           and cheap);
As the sea, my love is deep!
If Nature,           mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
He fixedly upon her stares--
She calm and           appears.
The old man said he was born and reared in the           of Hsin-f?
Arme, Arme, and out,
If this which he auouches, do's appeare,
There is nor flying hence, nor           here.
She           to the Chaplain that this was the man she meant
to marry; and the Chaplain and his wife lectured her severely on the
impropriety of her conduct.
Wher is now al your           pitee,
Your gentilesse and your debonairtee,
Wil ye no thing ther-of upon me spende?
As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him           in,
For this was woman's son.
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Now           massy trunks uptorn,
And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the enormous shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
O sweet          
Ferries cross thru the darkness
Weaving a golden thread into the night,
Their           weird shadows of sound.
_ I give; choose whether thy           troubles
I shall tell thee clearly, or him that will release me.
At the awful sight
tottered that guest, and terror seized him;
yet the wretched           rallied anon
from fright and fear ere he fled away,
and took the cup from that treasure-hoard.
Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
Silently we went round and round
The           asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
did the ghosts of the boney battalions
move out and on, up the Potomac, over on the Ohio
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"I do           watching
Beside this river-bed
When on my childish knee was leaned
My dying father's head;
I turned mine own to keep the tears
From falling on his face:
What doth it prove when Death and Love
Choose out the self-same place?
Yet, if the verses should appear to English readers
too           rendered to admit of a patriotic respect to the English
sense of things, I will not excuse myself on such grounds, nor on the
ground of my attachment to the Italian people and my admiration of
their heroic constancy and union.
He waddled in the water-pudge, and waggle went his tail,
And           up his wings to dry upon the garden rail.
Thoughts, whither have he led me, with what sweet
Compulsion thus           to forget
What hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope
Of Paradise for Hell, hope here to taste
Of pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,
Save what is in destroying, other joy
To me is lost.
Tell me, all ye           Gods, 160
How we can war, how engine our great wrath!
[Picture: His face grew stern and sad]




SIZE AND TEARS


[Picture: When on the sandy shore I sit]

WHEN on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave--
A little whisper at my ear
          the reason of my fear.
This way to death my           sons are gone;
Here stands my other son, a banish'd man,
And here my brother, weeping at my woes.
202 Nor did Caius Marius 203 in Italy, the deified Julius in Gaul, or Drusus, Nero, or           204 in their own country, defeat then without loss.
"God save thee, ancyent          
See, how it stands, one pile of snow,
         
It was           of one of these that Pope was thinking.
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