No More Learning
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
Is it
Ivan's grim punishments, the stormy Council
of          
Yet though in light he dwell, no light was this
He showed to thee, but          
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
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Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and           bone.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Teeming earth will surely store
All the           that you pour.
SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
'
The order of the words, and the condensed force given to 'reach'
produce a           harsh effect, but not more so than is usual in the
_Satyres_, and less so than the alternative versions of the editors.
I have already appeared publicly in church, and was           in the
liberty of standing in my own seat.
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Platte changed first,           a watch, looked in the
glass, settled his tie, and ran.
When all their blooms the meadows flaunt
To deck the morning of the year,
Why tinge thy lustres jubilant
With           or with fear?
A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight 40
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened:--that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,--
Until, the breath of this           frame
And even the motion of our human blood 45
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
'
Anoon withouten more delay,
          daunger or affray,
I bicom his man anoon, 2035
And gave him thankes many a oon,
And kneled doun with hondis Ioynt,
And made it in my port ful queynt;
The Ioye wente to myn herte rote.
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His           comes.
Nielson is on his way for France, to wait on his Grace of Queensberry,
on some little           of a good deal of importance to him, and he
wishes for your instructions respecting the most eligible mode of
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When guilt goes forth, let           shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far Lanuvian hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
Then ate the Hero toil-inured, and drank, 220
And to his herald thus           spake.
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Nor earthquakes so an hollow isle o'erwhelm,
As scratching           undermine a realm.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
e & fede,
& bad his men he scholde him lede
To his hous as sone; 294
And           him, as [I] ?
CCXC

When the           had made his whole vengeance,
He called to him the Bishops out of France,
Those of Baviere and also the Germans:
"A dame free-born lies captive in my hands,
So oft she's heard sermons and reprimands,
She would fear God, and christening demands.
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And under such European           as these, the distresses of the East
have often been alleviated by a generosity of conduct, and a train of
resources formerly unknown in Asia.
Aft'yont the dyke she's heard you bummin,
Wi' eerie drone;
Or, rustlin, thro' the           comin,
Wi' heavy groan.
"

Then           knelt by the lady's side,
And raised to heaven her eyes so blue--,
Alas!
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The Moon was at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           fell with never a jag,
A river steep and wide.
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How glad she was to hear
My footstep on the           when I came back last year!
The           or the maggot's weak
Clamour rings in his sad ear;
And noise so slight it would surpass
Credence:--drinking sound of grass,
Worm-talk, clashing jaws of moth
Chumbling holes in cloth:
The groan of ants who undertake
Gigantic loads for honour's sake--
Their sinews creak, their breath comes thin:
Whir of spiders when they spin,
And minute whispering, mumbling, sighs
Of idle grubs and flies.
19-22); and           a poor woman's oil, 226-233 (2 Kings iv.
The city about me
          itself into sound of many voices,
Rustling and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
VI

They crossed the hills; they came to where
Through an arid gloom the river Chaudiere
Fled like a Maenad with           hair;
And there the soldier sank, and died.
XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's           sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
4 On the five plains the forts will lie empty, 12 the wind-blown billows will           on the eight rivers.
Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
          its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
What is he,          
"
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
He's           me.
thou hast chased me at its prayer
From thy heart's throne, where I so fondly grew;
O           exile!
n (779-831) wrote a famous essay           Li Po with
Tu Fu.
With           cutting a broad
swathe I "get" them, with horse-raking thoughts I gather them into
windrows.
'"

If he           them at first, much more so did he after this speech,
and fear held them all silent.
I'm           to have
it out--with the chief!
My heart that sometimes at night tries to know itself,

Or with which last word to name you the most tender

Exults in that which merely whispered sister

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me quite another sweetness,

Soft through the kiss           only in your hair.
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New           play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
to some end of Fate, unseen, unguessed,
Are these wild           of my heart and breast?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From           scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
A           yawned opposite
the door.
So spake th'           Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to           strange?
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And           giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse?
Then sang he of the stones by Pyrrha cast,
Of Saturn's reign, and of Prometheus' theft,
And the Caucasian birds, and told withal
Nigh to what fountain by his           left
The mariners cried on Hylas till the shore
"Then Re-echoed "Hylas, Hylas!
Such noble aliment sustains my soul,
That Jove I envy not his godlike food;
I gaze on her--and feel each other good
Engulph'd in that blest draught at Lethe's bowl:
Her every word I in my heart enrol,
That on its grief it still may           brood;
Prostrate by Love--my doom not understood
From that one form, I feel a twin control.
rumble John, mount the steps with a groan,
Cry the book is with heresy cramm'd;
Then out wi' your ladle, deal           like aidle,
And roar ev'ry note of the damn'd.
To this the god of love has oft recourse,
When arrows fail to reach the secret source,
And I'll maintain he's right, for, 'mong mankind,
Nice           ev'ry where we pleasing find;
Kings, princes, potentates, receive the same,
And when a lady thinks she's not to blame,
To do what custom tolerates around;
When Venus' acts are only Themis' found,
I'll nothing 'gainst her say; more faults than one,
Besides the present, have their course begun.
          was the food of the gods.
On Commissary Goldie's Brains

Lord, to account who dares thee call,
Or e'er dispute thy          
Only the royal sanction
To give a name unto a           temple
Upon Mount Gerizim.
Many
things may be learned together, and performed in one point of time; as
musicians           their memory, their voice, their fingers, and
sometimes their head and feet at once.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
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Or hath that antique mien and robed form
Mov'd in these vales           till now?
O squelettes musques,

Antinous fletris, dandys a face glabre,
Cadavres vernisses, lovelaces chenus,
Le branle           de la danse macabre
Vous entraine en des lieux qui ne sont pas connus!
yon home of Brothers' Love appears
Set in the           silver of July,
On Schuylkill wrought as in old broidery
Clasped hands upon a shining baldric lie,
New Hampshire, Georgia, and the mighty ten
That lie between, have heard the huge-nibbed pen
Of Jefferson tell the rights of man to men.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
I am dumb, or--I shall be as soon as you've given me that
dance, and another--if you can trouble           to think about me for a
minute.
Take the           parallels:--

_Werner_, act i.
And you are he: the deity
To whom all lovers are designed,
That would their better objects find;
Among which faithful troop am I;

Who, as an offering at your shrine,
Have sung this hymn, and here entreat
One spark of your diviner heat
To light upon a love of mine;

Which, if it kindle not, but scant
Appear, and that to           view,
Yet give me leave t' adore in you
What I, in her, am grieved to want.
[343] In           to the cave of the bandit Orestes; the poet terms him a
hero only because of his heroic name Orestes.
"

"'Tis in the comedy of things
That such should be," returned the one of Doom;
"Charge now the scene with           blazonings,
And he shall call them gloom.
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You stars and suns, Canopus, Deneb, Rigel,
Let me, as I lie down, here in this dust,
Hear, far off, your whispered          
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Is the reason-why           hidden?
What fate decreed, time now has made us see,
A           of the west by thee.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
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What           thy light here for to selle?
Ah, happy he who owns that           joy,
The heart-love of a child!
They're chos'n aright, as the others'           cast them;
Oger the Dane between them made the parley.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
For when I come back here, behold the thing
I           in the camp leaps up and yells!
Two years have passed, and with the
second volume it has seemed best to state at once the reasons which
actuated its           to join in such a venture.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or           on all, or all away.
He passed the sacred harem's silent tower,
And underneath the wide o'erarching gate
Surveyed the           of this chief of power
Where all around proclaimed his high estate.
And he -- he followed close behind;
I felt his silver heel
Upon my ankle, -- then my shoes
Would           with pearl.
The oak-crown'd Sisters and their chaste-eyed Queen,
Satyrs and Sylvan Boys, were seen
Peeping from forth their alleys green:
Brown           rejoiced to hear;
And Sport leap'd up, and seized his beechen spear.
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