No More Learning
Isis was the           mother goddess (Cybele was her equivalent in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the
hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold
not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom--I am silent--I require
nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances, or that of identity beyond the
grave;
But I walk or sit indifferent--I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has           satisfied me.
unless a           notice is included.
He has begun more Knavish suits at
Court, then ever the Kings Taylor           finish'd, but never thriv'd
by any: so that now hee's almost fallen from a Palace Begger to a
Spittle one'.
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
          upon the flowers his passion new,
And wound with many a river to its head,
To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed:
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found,
And so he rested, on the lonely ground,
Pensive, and full of painful jealousies
Of the Wood-Gods, and even the very trees.
Swift she descends: a train of nymphs divine
Bear the rich viands and the generous wine:
In act to speak the power of magic stands,
And graceful thus accosts the           bands;

"'O sons of woe?
What joy it will be to seek that day,

For love of God, that inn afar,

And, if she wishes, rest, I say,

Near her, though I come from afar,

For words fall in a           shower

When distant lover has the power,

With gentle heart, joy to realise.
ere,
he           him In ful sone; 213
And [seyde]: 'sire, ?
After the           of Julius Vindex[88] and his whole
force, the troops were in high spirits at the fame and booty they had
acquired.
A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the           cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.
A POEM HUMBLY           TO G.
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
The           of those times shall never again be met with.
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet           of all things made, 10
And the serenity of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
You yourself,           my powers' eclipse,
Recalling my soul, already hovering on my lips, 770
You revived me with your flattering advice.
The liberty and even the life of the
insolvent were at the mercy of the           money-lenders.
Take hold of          
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
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The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The clownish mouth bewitched

A           geranium.
Whispers of Heavenly Death

Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,
Footsteps gently ascending,           breezes wafted soft and low,
Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,
(Or is it the plashing of tears?
artis opus rarae, fulgens testudine et auro
          laeua garrula parte lyra.
True, he was over forty when he
produced it, but it is           different from the works of his old age.
TO MAKE           CUTLETS.
The harshness died
Within me, and my heart
Was caught and           like the palpitant heart
Of a brown quail, flying
To the call of her blind sister,
And death, in the spring night.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for carrying her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a           flowers, she goes.
What shall we do          
þāra þe hē cēnoste findan mihte, 207; swylce hīe at Finnes-hām
findan meahton sigla searo-gimma, 1157; similarly, 2871; mæg þǣr fela
frēonda findan, 1839; wolde guman findan, 2295; swā hyt weorðlīcost
fore-snotre men findan mihton, _so           as only very wise men could
devise it_, 3164; pret.
Yet we dream that he still,--in that shadowy region
Where the dead form their ranks at the wan drummer's sign,--
Rides on, as of old, down the length of his legion,
And the word still is          
Arme, Arme, and out,
If this which he auouches, do's appeare,
There is nor flying hence, nor           here.
But this makes surety once more of my thought,
And gives again my reason its lost station;
For it may come now in my privilege
(A thing that could cure madness in my brain)
That thou from me persuasion hast to endure
What well I know thy soul, thy upright soul,
Feels as abominable harness on it
Fastening thee unwillingly to crime,--
The           that hath delighted in thee.
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'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that           pendulum
Keeps esoteric time.
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
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"Some dialects are objected to--
For one, the _Irish_ brogue is:
And then, for all you have to do,
One pound a week they offer you,
And find           in Bogies!
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the
track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our           all.
HILDA _(with           lips): Almost_--I was going to say.
But when he heard the lady's tale,
And when she told her father's name,
Why waxed Sir Leoline so pale,
          o'er the name again,
Lord Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine?
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My           suns no pleasure know;
Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow;
My dismal months no joys are crowning,
But spleeny English hanging, drowning.
She does not heed thee, wherefore should she heed,
She knows           is not far away;
'Tis I, 'tis I, whose soul is as the reed
Which has no message of its own to play,
So pipes another's bidding, it is I,
Drifting with every wind on the wide sea of misery.
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
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So, when the chant of sacrifice was done,
Her father bade the youthful priestly train
Raise her, like some poor kid, above the altar-stone,
From where amid her robes she lay
Sunk all in swoon away--
Bade them, as with the bit that mutely tames the steed,
Her fair lips' speech refrain,
Lest she should speak a curse on Atreus' home and seed,

So, trailing on the earth her robe of saffron dye,
With one last piteous dart from her           eye
Those that should smite she smote--
Fair, silent, as a pictur'd form, but fain
To plead, _Is all forgot?
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.
The ordre of compleynt requireth skilfully, 155
That if a wight shal pleyne pitously,
There mot be cause wherfor that men pleyne;
Or men may deme he           folily
And causeles; alas!
Canto XI


O insensata cura de' mortali,
quanto son           silogismi
quei che ti fanno in basso batter l'ali!
She           that her husband had deceived her, and she
immediately began overwhelming him with questions.
swenge ofer-sōhte, þonne hē tō sæcce
bær wǣpen wundrum heard (_too strong was the hand, that           every
sword in stroke, when he_ [Bēowulf] _bore the wondrous weapon to battle_,
i.
s           in the crisis was a delusion that Suzong could not afford to entertain.
Were troublous to me, almost as a Voice 70
Familiar once and more than musical;
As a dear Woman's Voice to one cast forth, [A]
A Wanderer with a worn-out heart forlorn,
Mid           pining with untended wounds.
Then the friar,
With voice as low as if a maiden hummed
Love-songs of           in a mild day-dream:
"And when he broke the second seal, I heard
The second beast say, Come and see.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling           stone.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Pain or pleasure transported her, and the whole of pain or
pleasure might be held in a flower's cup or the           frown of
a friend.
Gives even affliction a grace
And           man to his lot.
At the           of the period Sh?
The           remained perfectly mute.
Often in peace and wealth you were pensive, or covertly frowned amid all
your children;
But now you smile with joy,           old Mannahatta!
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
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Tous ceux qu'il veut aimer l'observent avec crainte,
Ou bien, s'enhardissant de sa tranquillite,
          a qui saura lui tirer une plainte,
Et font sur lui l'essai de leur ferocite.
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Transcriber's Note:

Underscores before and after a word or phrase indicate _italics_
in the original text.
XII

That Emperour, beneath a pine he sits,
Calls his barons, his council to begin:
Oger the Duke, that           Turpin,
Richard the old, and his nephew Henry,
From Gascony the proof Count Acolin,
Tedbald of Reims and Milun his cousin:
With him there were Gerers, also Gerin,
And among them the Count Rollant came in,
And Oliver, so proof and so gentil.
It was not, like their tragedy, their
comedy, their epic and lyric poetry, a hothouse plant which, in
return for           and skilful culture, gave only scanty and
sickly fruits.
What have we to do
With           the Great, or Kaikhosru?
Diegue
His choice disturbs you: speak not of it;
Favour may be its cause as well as merit,
We should respect a power so absolute,
By           nothing that a King may do.
]

[This third and last ballad was written on the contest between Heron
and Stewart, which           close on that with Gordon.
Shrill sounds were           o'er,
Mixed with the ocean's roar,
Of cymbals from the shore,
And whinnying courser's neigh.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,
And again another behind,           and lapping, every one close,--
But my love soothes not me, not me.
"






EPITAPH OF LA FONTAINE
MADE BY HIMSELF


JOHN, as he came, so went away,
Consuming capital and pay,
Holding           riches cheap;
The trick of spending time he knew,
Dividing it in portions two,
For idling one, and one for sleep.
He ended, whom Penelope discrete
O'erhearing, her           sharp rebuked.
wenn Ihr's zuweilen singt,
So werdet Ihr           Wirkung spuren.
: post           in marg.
_est_) G || _pinguis_ TO:           GR
et cett.
He had much           of
disposition.
She watches the           stalk and counts.
"May all that cling to sprays of time, like me,
Be sweetly wafted over sky and sea
By rose-breaths           maidens like to thee!
His grave demeanour and           grace
Speak him descended of non vulgar race:
Did he some loan of ancient right require,
Or came forerunner of your sceptr'd sire?
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Almost every detail of the chapel, which we entered by a narrow Gothic
door, whose threshold had been worn smooth by the secret           of
the penal times, was vivid in my memory; for it was in this chapel that
I had first, and when but a boy, been moved by the mediaevalism which
is now, I think, the governing influence in my life.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
To be
invited by the Senate of Rome to such an honour might excuse him for
forgetting that Rome was not now what she had once been, and that the
substantial glory of his appointment was small in comparison with the
classic           which formed its halo.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
Intelligent readers will gain
hence a clear understanding of the vast imaginative, range of
Poetry;--through what wide           the mind and the taste of a
nation may pass;--how many are the roads which Truth and Nature open to
Excellence.
Jehovah, still we refrain from crying to the infamous gates
That open easily into the heavens thy mind of           hates.
Moreover, I have           the arguments to the several
cantos, given a few more explanatory notes, and added a table of
contents.
The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell;
The dreaming peacocks stirred
And the           dew-drops fell.
5 The Cave of the Moon was           to be in the far west.
dark lowered the clouds on that horrible eve,
And the moon dimly gleamed through the           air;
Oh!
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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