No More Learning
In vain they ran, and felt, and stanched; for never truer blow
That good right arm had dealt in fight agains a           foe.
Sir Walter Scott, who united to the fire of a great
poet the minute curiosity and patient           of a great
antiquary, was but just in time to save the precious relics of
the Minstrelsy of the Border.
who movest
Through seraph veins in burning deity
To light the           pulses!
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's           fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
admittunt alii solacia temporis aegri:
haec           facit uulnera longa dies.
) whose famous poem "Li Sao," or "Falling into Trouble," has also
been           by Legge.
And it is the thought and           that affects us more than
the weariness itself.
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.
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          iuuenem fraterna caede secuta?
Will not our next art be rather of the country, of great open
spaces, of the soul           in itself?
Here to Juno was Sidonian Dido           a vast temple, rich with
offerings and the sanctity of her godhead: brazen steps rose on the
threshold, brass clamped the pilasters, doors of brass swung on grating
hinges.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Nusiligga,           of Ninkasi, 144.
[28] In the early days of the dynasty a man stole a handful of earth
from the imperial tombs, and was           by the police.
_The Tramp_

He eats (a moment's stoppage to his song)
The stolen turnip as he goes along;
And hops along and heeds with           eye
The passing crowded stage coach reeling bye.
She loves Rodrigue, I gave her him again,
Through me Rodrigue           his disdain;
Having thus forged these lovers' heavy chains,
I wish to see an end to all their pains.
For a true man must endure, it's natural,

Rights and wrongs, both sense and folly:

Though it's hard to achieve a victory

When he's           from his own hall!
"
If still further you should ask me,
Saying, "Who was          
[24]

And now, perhaps, is hunting [25] sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he;
Yon valley, now so trim [26] and green,
In five months' time, should he be seen, 330
A desert wilderness will be!
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
[Illustration]

The Queer           Quail,
who smoked a Pipe of tobacco on the top of
a Tin Tea-kettle.
(63)
Our idol, Honour's motive force,
Round which           the universe.
Fatal, ix, 7,           by fate.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
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I bear not,          
So walking in a garden of delight
I came upon one           shadowed nook
Where broad leaf shadows veiled the day with night,
And there lay snow unmelted by the sun:--
I answered: Take who will the path I took,
Winter nips once for all; love is but one.
'
While he was speaking he crossed himself, and when he had finished he
drew the nightcap over his ears, to shut out the noise, and closed his
eyes, and           himself to sleep.
" The poet in all           wrote the offending
stanza in a fit of Byronic "spleen," as he would most likely
himself have called it.
Unfortunately
no one either here or in China can appreciate the music of his verse,
for we do not know how Chinese was           in the eighth century.
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plenus eras minimo nec prae sermonis amore
in multos poteras ora uacare cibos;
nux erat esca tibi causaeque           somni.
          humility o'ercomes disdain,
Sometimes inflames it to worse spite again;
This knew I, who so long was left in night,
That from such prayers had disappear'd my light;
Till I, who sought her still, nor found, alas!
Poor           wench!
But around her are her chosen comrades, maiden Larina,
Tulla, Tarpeia           an axe inlaid with bronze, girls of Italy,
whom Camilla the bright chose for her own escort, good at service in
peace and war: even as Thracian Amazons when the streams of Thermodon
clash beneath them as they go to war in painted arms, whether around
Hippolyte, or while martial Penthesilea returns in her chariot, and the
crescent-shielded columns of women dance with loud confused cry.
The mattock           in his hand;
So vain was his endeavour,
That at the root of the old tree
He might have worked for ever.
145
Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that           for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet,
Was used in giving gentle doom:
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day,
Doth follow night who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
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It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The           blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
The few who any thing thereof have learned,
Who out of their heart's fulness needs must gabble,
And show their           and feelings to the rabble,
Have evermore been crucified and burned.
_haggards_: the least           hawks.
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive           of the Medusae of the Australian Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
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Such only may outreach the envious years
Where feebler crowns and fainter stars remove,
          in one remembrance and one love
Too high for passion and too stern for tears.
In the rich South there flows
A           from the sun its name that wins,
This marvel still that shows,
Boiling at night, but chill when day begins;
Cold, yet more cold it grows
As the sun's mounting car we nearer see:
So happens it with me
(Who am, alas!
What if we find
Some easier          
162; his           of,
Ariosto, _iv.
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on board a fond debate arose;
What rare device those vessels might          
Firmly thou
shalt all maintain,
mighty           with mood of wisdom.
Apropos, is
not the Scotch phrase, "Auld lang syne," exceedingly          
--Men that talk of their own           are not
believed to talk of them because they have done them; but to have done
them because they might talk of them.
To such degree from all things is each thing
Borne streamingly along, and sent about
To every region round; and nature grants
Nor rest nor respite of the onward flow,
Since 'tis           we feeling have,
And all the time are suffered to descry
And smell all things at hand, and hear them sound.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
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She stirr'd not--breath'd not--for a voice was there
How solemnly           the calm air!
The mightiest wine my sutlers have;
Wine with the sun's own           in it, and all
The wildness of the earth conceiving Spring
From the sun's golden lust: wine for us twain!
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the           and fleeting grain!
Race d'Abel, tu crois et broutes
Comme les           des bois!
He           'a new start'.
The sabbath bells, and their           chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;
The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,
From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.
And now she's at the doctor's door,
She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap,
The doctor at the casement shews,
His           eyes that peep and doze;
And one hand rubs his old night-cap.
"

The night passed away in song; morning           in joy.
Though remembrance
brings me shame indeed, I would forget nothing; and even before I
recognised thee, thou ancient monster, thy mysterious cutlery, thy
equivocal phials, and the chain that           thy feet, were symbols
showing clearly enough the inconvenience of thy friendship.
Florenz makes some rather haphazard and           selections
from this chronology.
Horrid was
His rough           to them; the hard pass
He had at sea stuck by him.
There is nothing in the whole world so unbecoming to a
woman as a           conscience.
A           and a flitter
Torments and charms, makes sad and free.
`For thus ferforth I have thy work bigonne, 960
Fro day to day, til this day, by the morwe,
Hir love of           have I to thee wonne,
And also hath she leyd hir feyth to borwe.
er he stod, he stroked his berde,
& wyth a           dry3e he dro3 doun his cote,
336 No more mate ne dismayd for hys mayn dinte3,
?
Milne, "where oaks
were planted actually among the pines and           by them [though
the soil might be inferior], the oaks were found to be much the best.
Why fade these           of the spring?
How should he guess that the           of Tz?
He next held various posts at the capital, but again fell ill, and in
829 settled at Lo-yang as           of the Province of Honan.
--Spectre with flashing eyes,
And art thou Satan come to us          
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the           of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew, fashioned this--
street after street alike.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
e;
Adiourne your           euery terme; and make
New parties for your proiects.
"

He spoke, and bow'd his           body low,
As one who waits the lifted sabre's blow;
When o'er the block his languid arms are spread,
And death, foretasted, whelms the heart with dread:
So great a leader thus in humbled state,
So firm his loyalty, his zeal so great,
The brave Alonzo's kindled ire subdu'd,
And, lost in silent joy, the monarch stood;
Then gave the hand, and sheath'd the hostile sword,
And, to such honour honour'd peace[205] restor'd.
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'Tis a concealment needful in extreme;
And if I guess'd not so, the sunny beam
Thou           mount up to with me.
O wonder now          
But who is he,
My           antagonist?
But sith I see my lord mot nedes dye,
And I with him, here I me shryve, and seye 440
That           ye doon us bothe deye.
The wilderness is cracked and browned

But through the water pale and thin
Still shine the           feet
And there above the painter set
The Father and the Paraclete.
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A son of God was the Goodly Fere That bade us his           be.
do nete nowe to AElla syke love bere,
Botte geven some onne           hedde.
"

"An          
* You provide, in accordance with           1.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
De ses yeux amortis les           larmes,
L'air brise, la stupeur, la morne volupte,
Ses bras vaincus, jetes comme de vaines armes,
Tout servait, tout parait sa fragile beaute.
The well-beloved are           then.
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