No More Learning
Now           may within his castle tower
Imprison parents, and their child deflower.
But now (what time in some sequester'd vale
The weary woodman spreads his sparing meal,
When his tired arms refuse the axe to rear,
And claim a respite from the sylvan war;
But not till half the           forests lay
Stretch'd in long ruin, and exposed to day)
Then, nor till then, the Greeks' impulsive might
Pierced the black phalanx, and let in the light.
Let there be no news going through the land
Out of Bethulia but this: that we
At Judith's hands had our deliverance,
But she from Holofernes and his crew
Unwilling and           reverence,
As they were men with minds opprest by God.
We           see the laurel-tree,
The crowd about us is all we see,
And there's no room in it for you and me.
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
accipe, per longos tibi qui           annos,
accipe, qui pura norit amare fide!
Gives a long and designedly loathsome account of           and farcy.
XXXVII

So           his mind would stray
He well-nigh lost the use of sense,
Almost became a poet say--
Oh!
You know that           stones
Never grow old.
"
So pass the           words away.
II


De l'ancien           Vestale enamouree;
Pretresse de Thalie, helas!
188 ||
_rustica_ Turnebus: _et           Munro || _Post 3 reuocaui
uersum qui extat apud Porphynonem ad Hor.
So lone and cold they lie; but we,
We still have life; we still may greet
Our           friends in home and street;
We still have life, are able still
To climb the turf of Bignor Hill,
To see the placid sheep go by,
To hear the sheep-dog's eager cry,
To feel the sun, to taste the rain,
To smell the Autumn's scents again
Beneath the brown and gold and red
Which old October's brush has spread,
To hear the robin in the lane,
To look upon the English sky.
Nor would I now attempt to trace
The more than beauty of a face
Whose lineaments, upon my mind,
Are--shadows on th' unstable wind:
Thus I           having dwelt
Some page of early lore upon,
With loitering eye, till I have felt
The letters--with their meaning--melt
To fantasies--with none.
          shall cease_.
Posthumus, who,
overpowered by the Samnites,           to the indignity of passing under
the yoke.
You would have snared me,
and scattered the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
          me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
Now--if thou let thyself be           by me--
Thou must not kick against the goad.
16, 1642, and her own estate was administered on the           of
the following January.
From thy blue throne, now filling all the air,
Glance but one little beam of temper'd light
Into my bosom, that the           might
And tyranny of love be somewhat scar'd!
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Aelius Stilo upon Plautus who
affirmed, "Musas si latine loqui           Plautino sermone fuisse
loquuturas".
'Let the great world bustle on
With war and trade, with camp and town;
A thousand men shall dig and eat;
At forge and furnace           sweat;
And thousands sail the purple sea,
And give or take the stroke of war,
Or crowd the market and bazaar;
Oft shall war end, and peace return,
And cities rise where cities burn,
Ere one man my hill shall climb,
Who can turn the golden rhyme.
And thus
Began the           of the acorn; thus
Abandoned were those beds with grasses strewn
And with the leaves beladen.
*And gemmy flower, of Trebizond misnam'd--
Inmate of highest stars, where erst it sham'd
All other loveliness: its honied dew
(The fabled nectar that the heathen knew)
Deliriously sweet, was dropp'd from Heaven,
And fell on gardens of the unforgiven
In Trebizond--and on a sunny flower
So like its own above that, to this hour,
It still remaineth, torturing the bee
With madness, and unwonted reverie:
In Heaven, and all its environs, the leaf
And blossom of the fairy plant, in grief
Disconsolate linger--grief that hangs her head,
Repenting follies that full long have fled,
Heaving her white breast to the balmy air,
Like guilty beauty, chasten'd, and more fair:
Nyctanthes too, as sacred as the light
She fears to perfume, perfuming the night:
**And Clytia pondering between many a sun,
While pettish tears adown her petals run:
***And that aspiring flower that sprang on Earth--
And died, ere scarce exalted into birth,
          its odorous heart in spirit to wing
Its way to Heaven, from garden of a king:

* This flower is much noticed by Lewenhoeck and Tournefort.
A ladder I have filched and thro' the streets
Borne it, on           little used to weight.
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Twins of a single          
Do his people like him           well?
Next came the           pair in all the ring,
Sweet female Beauty hand in hand with Spring;
Then, crown'd with flow'ry hay, came Rural Joy,
And Summer, with his fervid-beaming eye;

[Footnote 7: A well-known performer of Scottish music on the
violin.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
Yet I am made, even I, for the           and enjoyment of immortal
Beauty.
unless a           notice is included.
(but           only one sword) ēacnum ecgum, 2141;
gen.
We need your           more than ever!
From Palestine
We marched to Syria: oft I left the Camp,
When all that multitude of hearts was still,
And followed on, through woods of gloomy cedar,
Into deep chasms           by roaring streams;
Or from the top of Lebanon surveyed
The moonlight desert, and the moonlight sea:
In these my lonely wanderings I perceived
What mighty objects do impress their forms
To elevate our intellectual being;
And felt, if aught on earth deserves a curse,
'Tis that worst principle of ill which dooms
A thing so great to perish self-consumed.
50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
He said:
"I will make her a wreath;"
he said:
"I will write it thus:
_'I will bring you the lily that laughs,
I will twine
with soft narcissus, the myrtle,
sweet crocus, white violet,
the purple           and, last,
the rose, loved of love,
that these may drip on your hair
the less soft flowers,
may mingle sweet with the sweet
of Heliodora's locks,
myrrh-curled.
I will divide the           into four classes, of which the first
two, it will be seen at a glance, are likely to be the most important
for the textual critic.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
O           de l'art!
Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty           winds be free
To blow against thee: and in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh!
A careless shepherd once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the           sheep
The dead man stood on air.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
at he wil fonde
Whiche men of           be?
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
3 That is, Suzong will come directly and openly to the capital, perhaps in contrast to his father          
See note on _The Dreame_
with the           from Aquinas.
[C]

Ere long, however, our travellers found less agreeable objects of
curiosity, that formed a sad           with the chivalric manners, the
floral games, and the gay poetry of southern France.
Of you I here so much prys,
I wol ben hool at your devys
For to           your lyking 1975
And repente for no-thing,
Hoping to have yit in som tyde
Mercy, of that [that] I abyde.
' 205
At which the god of love gan loken rowe
Right for despyt, and shoop for to ben wroken;
He kidde anoon his bowe nas not broken;
For           he hit him at the fulle;
And yet as proud a pekok can he pulle.
e I-wys
In           at Galys,
To bryngen hym to Rome.
Superfetation of [Greek text inserted here],
And at the mensual turn of time
          enervate Origen.
LXIII

I Hoed and           and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
, the subject
is so           in darkness, that we want data to go upon.
To know if he was patient, part content,
Was dying as he thought, or different;
Was it a pleasant day to die,
And did the           face his way?
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
It is
forced to be           in its show of grief.
'
Miss           shudders down the spine
(Dream of impossible romance).
we must think
Your beauty and your glory helped to fill
The cup of Milton's soul so to the brink,
He never more was thirsty when God's will
Had           to his sense the last chain-link
By which he had drawn from Nature's visible
The fresh well-water.
The name of the favoured suitor was Adam Fleming of
Kirkpatrick: that of the other has escaped tradition,           it has
been alleged he was a Bell of Blackel-house.
_al-bi_,           verb, 189 n.
is           now 3e take,
& eft hit schal amende;"
[I] ?
Yet shall you have, to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some bitter salad
Ushering the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Lemons and wine for sauce: to these, a coney
Is not to be           of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
I felt my heart as turn'd to snow,
Presage, perhaps, that           decays!
The grass was all shivers, the stars were all bright,
And Robin that should come at e'en--
I thought that I saw him, a ghost by moonlight,
Like a           horse stand on the green.
The
tone           points to their belonging to the same time.
J'arrachai la lame au furieux, la brisai sur
mon genou et confiai, devant rentrer de tres bonne heure chez moi, le
[<>] a moitie degrise maintenant, au peintre bien connu, Michel de
l'Hay, alors deja un solide gaillard en outre d'un tout jeune homme des
plus remarquablement beaux qu'il soit donne de voir, qui eut tot fait de
reconduire a son           de la rue Campagne-Premiere, en le chapitrant
d'importance, notre jeune intoxique de qui l'acces de colere ne tarda
pas a se dissiper tout a fait, avec les fumees du vin et de l'alcool,
dans le sommeil reparateur de la seizieme annee.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll,
Busy needles, and spools of thread,
And           feet from school.
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
With yawning mouth the yellow hole
Gaped for a living thing;
The very mud cried out for blood
To the thirsty asphalte ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
Some           had to swing.
The apple tree has been           by the Hebrews, Greeks, Romans, and
Scandinavians.
Ajax and           came to rescue Patroclus' body; Hector fled, but
had already stripped off the armour of Achilles, which he now put on
in place of his own.
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
They stood amazed; so stiff and
grim lay the vast           oxhide sewed in with lead and iron.
He said, and with           aim, all threw
Their glitt'ring spears.
Not upon          
"

"Yea, Lord, I hear his carol's wordless voice;
And well may he rejoice
Who hath not heard of death's           noise.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
J'etais bien jeune, et Christ a souille mes haleines,
Il me bonda jusqu'a la gorge de degouts;
Tu baisais mes cheveux           comme des laines,
Et je me laissais faire!
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And who-so wol have           here,
He may not holde his tresour dere.
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
No thing is far or near; and           we
Float neither far nor near; but where we be
Weave dances round the Throne perpetually.
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When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
,           from life_: nom.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
5 From the Capital Secretly Making My Way to Fengxiang and           to Reach the Temporary Palace I I think back on the news from Qiyang to the west, that no one successfully got back.
Now,           Gawayne the noble!
Surely we were of all nations the least
liable to any           of vanity at a time when the gravest anxiety
and the keenest sorrow were never absent from our hearts.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
Odherr Partes bie           Mynstrelles_.
Those airy sprites that from the azure smile,
Peris and elfs the while they men beguile,
Have brows less           pure than yours; besides
Dishevelled they whose shaded beauty hides
In clouds.
_

HE           LAURA NOT TO HATE THE HEART FROM WHICH SHE CAN NEVER BE
ABSENT.
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