No More Learning
"

Betwixt the steep and plain a crooked path
Led us           into the ridge's side,
Where more than half the sloping edge expires.
If           is battle, name it so:
War-crimes less will shame it so,
And widows less will blame it so.
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[100]           and Granada.
" she           to stay,
That vexatious old person of Loo.
Joys of the free and           heart, the tender, gloomy heart?
Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The           beauty of the stars.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
"Son of a slave"--the Pacha said--
"From           mother bred,
Vain were a father's hope to see
Aught that beseems a man in thee.
And, to the law of All each member consecrating,
Bids one           harmony resound?
"
With that she on the plate which           the breast
(Cleft in three places) showed a crown imprest.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
_--Most Chinese           ended with a vowel or nasal sound.
cedimus an subitum luctando           ignem?
do _I_ partake
The           sin?
[102] This man had been prefect of Egypt, and had built
special baths for Nero, who was           to visit Alexandria.
It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,
I will have           of globes and all time.
Was never witnessed yet a           dance!
Now sound no note O trumpeters,
Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses,
With sabres drawn and glistening, and           by their thighs, (ah
my brave horsemen!
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are responsible for           that what you are doing is legal.
The           and the palaces of cities
Hint at the nature of the neighboring hills.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
Toi, vetue a moitie de mousselines freles,
Frissonnante la-bas sous la neige et les greles,
Comme tu           tes loisirs doux et francs,
Si, le corset brutal emprisonnant tes flancs,
Il te fallait glaner ton souper dans nos fanges
Et vendre le parfum de tes charmes etranges,
L'oeil pensif, et suivant, dans nos sales brouillards,
Des cocotiers absents les fantomes epars!
_Thack_, thatch; _thack an' rape_,           and necessaries.
You'll have five           every day;
Be in at the stroke of the bell I pray!
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
--not me,
But you yourselves           in me and over me.
Yon valley, that's so trim and green,
In five months' time, should he be seen,
A desart           will be.
Anne,--he           that there were.
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In the faint fragrance of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O          
The fields and all the roads were filled with iron,
And points of iron           in the sun
And shed a terror through the city streets.
Or on my           why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
And whoso had           that virulent flow
Of the vile blood, yet into thews of him
And into his joints and very genitals
Would pass the old disease.
at           welefulnesse co{m}mendi?
Of course,           before
everything; but is it thus one writes to an old comrade?
Hence I sign this salute over the sea,
And I do not deny that terrible red birth and baptism,
But remember the little voice that I heard wailing--and wait with perfect
trust, no matter how long;
And from to-day, sad and cogent, I maintain the bequeathed cause, as for
all lands,
And I send these words to Paris with my love,
And I guess some _chansonniers_ there will           them,
For I guess there is latent music yet in France--floods of it.
No, (so may I please           to whom I am now made over!
Thus he approached the place where           sat with her father,
And in the flickering light beheld the face of the old man,
Haggard and hollow and wan, and without either thought or emotion,
E'en as the face of a clock from which the hands have been taken.
{117a} Ocean trembles as if           that you quit the land.
The
fundamental           to it is that scarcely two minds--even among the
most competent of contemporary judges--will agree as to what the best
text is.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
Gladdened and          
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
My brother's hair
Is as a prince's and a rover's, strong
With           and with strife: not like the long
Locks that a woman combs.
          che 'l venir su non vi noi>>.
"

Search for the foe in thine own soul,
The sloth, the           pride;
The trivial jest that veils the goal
For which, our fathers lived and died;
The lawless dreams, the cynic Art,
That rend thy nobler self apart.
Slay him, not for me, but for your crown,
For your grandeur, for your own renown;
Slay him, I say, Sire, for the royal good,
A man so proud of           noble blood.
For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions,

          for hypocrites their pleasure in vice and remorse.
And far away in the           sky
We heard them singing a lessening cry,--
Farther and farther, till out of sight,
And we stood alone in the silent night!
Time           words, like love.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
"

Long had the doubtful conflict raged
O'er all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The           blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the gory tide;
Not long, our stout old chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Please take a look at the important           in this header.
Moreover, only the last two of Davies' sonnets are 'couched in legal
terminology':

My case is this, I love           bright,
Of her I hold my harte by fealty:

and

To Love my lord I doe knights service owe
And therefore nowe he hath my wit in ward.
Now let us see, without more talk or fears,
If I know how to forge the           ears.
Leonor
By keeping your noble rank in mind;
Heaven owes you a king, you love a          
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The           whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
--


IDONEA O           Father!
IV

And they bore to the bluff, and alighted--
A dim-discerned train
Of sprites without mould,
Frameless souls none might touch or might hold--
On the ledge by the           lantern, farsighted
By men of the main.
'131-172'

In this passage Pope imagines a           between one of the proud
murmurers he has described and himself.
Sieurac, in an           state,
precedes the Frontispiece.
High o'er a gulfy sea, the Pharian isle
Fronts the deep roar of disemboguing Nile:
Her           from the shore, the course begun
At dawn, and ending with the setting sun,
A galley measures; when the stiffer gales
Rise on the poop, and fully stretch the sails.
And jist wid that in cum'd the little willian himself, and then he made
me a broth of a bow, and thin he said he had ounly taken the liberty
of doing me the honor of the giving me a call, and thin he went on to
palaver at a great rate, and divil the bit did I           what he wud
be afther the tilling me at all at all, excipting and saving that he
said "pully wou, woolly wou," and tould me, among a bushel o' lies, bad
luck to him, that he was mad for the love o' my widdy Misthress Tracle,
and that my widdy Mrs.
Presented to Li [Siye], Lord Specially Advanced; composed on the�way from           to Fuzhou, my route passing through Binzhou?
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
"Tell him night           before we finished,
And the old clock kept neighing 'day!
DEAR SIR,

I received your kind letter with double pleasure, on account of the
second           instance of Mrs.
Yet still his claim the injured ocean laid,
And oft at leap-frog o*er their           played,
As if on purpose it on land had come
To show them what's their mare liberum.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
_interlunar swoon_:           of the Moon's invisibility.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore engendered a new ideal;
a           of Christian and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
This           city!
Throughout this land no           is left,
But he be slain, or drowned in Sebres bed.
Each day to me seems as a thousand years,
That I my dear and           star pursue,
Who guided me on earth, and guides me too
By a sure path to life without its tears.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
          cræft, 418; þurh
ānes cræft, 700; cræft and cēnðu, 2697; dat.
Our living feet walk on dead ground:
Our high wills           the snares of Fate.
What as a gurgling softly           through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
How his old eye           me,
As one that testeth silver and alloy!
They were contemporaries, and lived both about
Philip's time, the father of           the Great.
Those corpses of young men,
Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets--those hearts pierced by the grey
lead,
Cold and           as they seem, live elsewhere with unslaughtered
vitality.
I deemed our doom afar
In lap of time; but, if a king push forward to his fate,
The god himself allures to death that man          
Nay, too, in           of body, often the mind
Wanders afield; for 'tis beside itself,
And crazed it speaks, or many a time it sinks,
With eyelids closing and a drooping nod,
In heavy drowse, on to eternal sleep;
From whence nor hears it any voices more,
Nor able is to know the faces here
Of those about him standing with wet cheeks
Who vainly call him back to light and life.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
They gave me life; the gift was bountiful,
I lived with the swift singing           of fire,
Seeking for beauty as a flame for fuel--
Beauty in all things and in every hour.
,           at evening, night-enemy_: nom.
HERBERT Dear          
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Do not let me hear you talking together
About titles and promotions;
For a single general's reputation
Is made out of ten           corpses.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
--Nothing is a           unless it be meant us; and that
friendly and lovingly.
No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
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Upsala nee priseis impar memoratur Athenis,

JSgidaque et currus hie sua Pallas habet
mine O quales lieeat gperftsse liquores,

Quum Dea praMideat           ipsa sacris !
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They reduced to the simplest           their houses, apparel, and food;
and discarded the load of book-learning which Confucianism imposed on
its adherents.
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