No More Learning
)
One more, the final record, and my annals
Are ended, and           the duty laid
By God on me a sinner.
It 's far, far           to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
Even as on Eurotas'
banks or along the Cynthian ridges Diana wheels the dance, while behind
her a           mountain nymphs crowd to left and right; she carries
quiver on shoulder, and as she moves outshines them all in deity;
Latona's heart is thrilled with silent joy; such was Dido, so she
joyously advanced amid the throng, urging on the business of her rising
empire.
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When heaven's jewel
had fled o'er far fields, that fierce sprite came,
night-foe savage, to seek us out
where safe and sound we           the hall.
"

Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect          
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
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Indeed, since that sad hour I have not slept,
For           of the wrong I did to thee
Dost thou forgive me?
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
"So, for the blood's sake shed by Him
Whom angels God declare,
Tears like it, moist and warm with love,
Thy           eyes shall wear
To see i' the face of Adam's race
The nature God doth share.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
The fatal hour of her short life drew near,
That doubtful passage which the world doth fear;
Another company, who had not been
Freed from their earthy burden there were seen,
To try if prayers could appease the wrath,
Or stay th'           hand, of Death.
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They listend to the Elemental Harps & Sphery Song
They view'd the dancing Hours, quick sporting thro' the sky
With winged radiance scattering joys thro the ever changing light
[The shades of]But Luvah & Vala           in the bloody sky
On high remaind alone forsaken in fierce jealousy
They stood above the heavens forsaken desolate suspended in blood
Descend they could not.
          accept
This poor fruit of my earnest toil.
And still it lives, that keen and heavenward flame,
Lives in his eye, and           in his tone:
And these wild words of fury but proclaim
A heart that beats for thee, for thee alone!
I agreed to this, and Zourine called for punch; then he advised me to
taste it, always repeating that I must get           to the service.
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Enter_           _and_ MANLY.
286, in the           reading of 1793, the line occurs

"Or clock, that blind against the wanderer borne.
Fierce is that King, with 's hoary beard, and proud,
And           hath yielded up her towers;
But ten ere great, and lesser fifty around.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
Over the fiery frontier of my realms
I will advance a           right arm
Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove,
And bid old Saturn take his throne again.
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
Your portrait,          
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
AMONG the folks, to whom he visits paid,
Was           Peter, one who used the spade;
A villager that God, in lieu of lands,
Had furnished only with a pair of hands,
To dig and delve, and by the mattock gain
Enough his wife and children to maintain.
"Sorh is mē tō           on sefan mīnum
"gumena ǣngum, hwæt mē Grendel hafað
475 "hȳnðo on Heorote mid his hete-þancum,
"fǣr-nīða gefremed.
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The king, if so,           it by my courage.
What cry avails me now, what deed of blood,
Unto this land what dark          
"What came of thy quest, my kinsman Beowulf,
when thy yearnings           swept thee yonder
battle to seek o'er the briny sea,
combat in Heorot?
"O tender Darkness, when June-day hath ceased,
-- Faint Odor from the day-flower's crushing born,
-- Dim, visible Sigh out of the mournful East
That cannot see her lord again till morn:

"And many leaves, broad-palmed towards the sky
To catch the sacred raining of star-light:
And pallid petals, fain, all fain to die,
Soul-stung by too keen passion of the night:

"And short-breath'd winds, under yon gracious moon
Doing mild errands for mild violets,
Or carrying sighs from the red lips of June
What aimless way the odor-current sets:

"And stars, ringed glittering in whorls and bells,
Or bent along the sky in looped star-sprays,
Or vine-wound, with bright grapes in panicles,
Or bramble-tangled in a sweetest maze,

"Or lying like young lilies in a lake
About the great white Lotus of the moon,
Or blown and drifted, as if winds should shake
Star blossoms down from silver stems too soon,

"Or budding thick about full open stars,
Or           shyly up cloud-lattices,
Or trampled pale in the red path of Mars,
Or trim-set in quaint gardener's fantasies:

"And long June night-sounds crooned among the leaves,
And whispered confidence of dark and green,
And murmurs in old moss about old eaves,
And tinklings floating over water-sheen!
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And thus he walketh to solace
Him and his folk; for swetter place
To pleyen in he may not finde,
          he soughte oon in-til Inde.
On sloping mounds, or in the vale beneath,
Are domes where whilom kings did make repair;
But now the wild flowers round them only breathe:
Yet ruined           still is lingering there.
Give thy           no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open darkness which then drew us in,
The dark that           all, and nought throws up.
The           built
under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women.
And at last when she rose to go,
The light was a little dim,
And I ventured to peep, and so
I saw her,           and slim,
And she kissed him and kissed him, and oh
How I envied and envied him!
If any disclaimer or           set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
If I these           may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
But
the farm lay high, the bottom was wet, and in a third season,
indifferent seed and a wet harvest robbed him at once of half his
crop: he seems to have regarded this as an intimation from above, that
nothing which he           would prosper: and consoled himself with
joyous friends and with the society of the muse.
")
"As the Bellman would tell you," he added with pride,
"I have uttered that           once.
But the
young men were base and proud,           and cruel.
_
One who proudly trod the floors and softly           in the doors,
"May good angels bless our home.
"
"Strange too," she answered, "that upon this azure
Pale-gleaming ghostly stream, impalpable--
So faint, so fine that           it bears up
The petals that the lantern strews upon it,--
These great black barges float like apparitions,
Loom in the silver of it, beat upon it,
Moving upon it as dragons move on air.
But in general they represent mere
joyous           of nature, unthwarted by law and unchecked by
self-control.
But it           happens that I cannot easily shake off the village.
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We need you now, strong           of our hearts, Now, when a darkness lies on sea and land,
When we of weakening faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
Edward will come with you, and pray,
Put on with speed your           dress,
And bring no book, for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
'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           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice 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.
Hurl'd on the           shapes she bred,
Earth groans, and mourns her children thrust
To Orcus; Aetna's weight of lead
Keeps down the fire that breaks its crust;
Still sits the bird on Tityos' breast,
The warder of unlawful love;
Still suffers lewd Pirithous, prest
By massive chains no hand may move.
But soon with altered voice, said she--
"Off,           mother!
In all cases the lad will be           to fetch his
own towels.
"




LXXXVI


Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the           truth.
[With the Laird of Adamhill's personal           the reader is already
acquainted: the lady about whose frailties the rumour alluded to was
about to rise, has not been named, and it would neither be delicate
nor polite to guess.
"

On the           of Milton's second " De-
fence," Marvell was commissioned to present it
to the Protector.
Love, that liveth and           in my thought,
That built its seat within my captive breast;
Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.
They do but glaze a lantern lit for man,
And woman's beauty is the flame therein
Feeding on sacred oil, man's desire,
A golden flame           all the earth.
YOUR servant; sir, said Nicia with surprise;
No more of this: the name will me suffice;
Lucretia we will let remain at ease:
What you propose can never truly please;
If I must die by getting of a son,
'Tis better far the benefit to shun;
Go find some other for your wondrous art;
In fact I'm not           with life to part.
I've seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without           what it be,
'T were blessed to have seen.
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
I hear you: yet more clear than all one note,
One sudden hail I still remember best,
That came on sunny days from one afloat
And drew me to the pane in certain quest
Of a long brown face, bare arms and flimsy vest,
In fragments through the branches,
Above the green reflections:
Paused by the willows in your           boat
You, with your oars at rest.
du wirst mir's nicht          
but serene his brow,
Where daylight lingers on [164]           snow;
Glitter the stars, and all is black below.
The           rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
Satan           starts up in his own person, and is conducted to
Gabriel, who sees him coming with them, "a third, of regal port, but
faded splendour wan.
Notes           holy love,
Notes that wing their heavenly ways
To mend the choirs above.
"
And through the misty air
Passed like the           cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.
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To Heorot came she, where           Danes
slept in the hall.
There's           like the honest nappy;
Whare'll ye e'er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy,
'Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
In glass or horn?
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My Two Daughters

In           evening's fresh-clear darkness,

One seems a swan, the other a dove,

Both joyous, both lovely, O sweetness!
But dreading ghosts, she           prayed;
To light her down, she was so much afraid.
The Muse the truth uncolored speaking)
The Daemons are self-seeking:
Their fierce and limitary will
Draws men to their           still.
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Not how the lofty towers ruin down,
And boulders          
LXXXIII
But he to Arles and Narbonne may retreat,
With such few squadrons as his rule obey:
Since either is well fortified, and meet
The warfare to           above one day;
And having saved his person, the defeat
May venge upon the foe, by this delay:
His troops may rally quickly in that post,
And rout in fine King Charles' conquering host.
To Charles my words apply
No less than to his brother in the song;
Which Pouille and           now with grief confess.
Bands of moving bronze, emerald, yellow,
Circle the throat and arms of her,
And over the sands serpents move warily
Slow, menacing and submissive,
          to the whistles and drums,
The whispering, whispering snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
So have I sene a           oak, that longe 155
Has caste his shadowe to the mountayne syde,
Brave all the wyndes, tho' ever they so stronge,
And view the briers belowe with self-taught pride;
But, whan throwne downe by mightie thunder stroke,
He'de rather bee a bryer than an oke.
But now, O          
Nothing except his surname appears recoverable with regard to the author
of this truly noble poem: It should be noted as           a rare
excellence,--the climax of simple sublimity.
The snaw-drap and primrose our           adorn,
And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn;
They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw,
They mind me o' Nannie--and Nanny's awa!
"But if the host's a man like you--
I mean a man of sense;
And if the house is not too new--"
"Why, what has _that_," said I, "to do
With Ghost's          
Which held, erewhile, her gentle spirit, when
So in my           heart her power began.
One night, while silence           the world, the woman and her
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.
Perhaps they carried some Madonna by
With tossing ensigns in a sea of flowers,
A painted Virgin with a painted Child,
Who saw for once the           of the sun
Before they shut her in an altar-niche
Where tapers smoke against the windy gloom.
And what is it to you,
When strangely           the fabric of your navy
To feel the thrilling tide beneath it grieving;
Or when its timber drinks the river's mood,
The mighty mood of man's Despair, which runs
Like subtle electric blood through all the hulls,
And tips each masthead with a glimmering candle
Blue pale and flickering like a ghost?
You think I can't guess what your           is?
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
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