No More Learning
Grown weary of           servitude,
I pondered 'neath the cowl my bold design,
Made ready for the world a miracle--
And from my cell at last fled to the Cossacks,
To their wild hovels; there I learned to handle
Both steeds and swords; I showed myself to you.
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We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit           upon the gravel.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
no word of           scorn--
True, fallen; but God knows how deep her sorrow.
You, so familiar, once were strange: we tried
To live as of your           unaware.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
Thus from high hills the torrents swift and strong
Deluge whole fields, and sweep the trees along,
Through ruin'd moles the rushing wave resounds,
O'erwhelm's the bridge, and bursts the lofty bounds;
The yellow           of the ripen'd year,
And flatted vineyards, one sad waste appear!
How else could men whom God hath called to sway
Earth's rudder, and to steer the bark of Truth,
Beating against the tempest tow'rd her port,
Bear all the mean and buzzing grievances,
The petty martyrdoms,           Sin strives
To weary out the tethered hope of Faith?
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the           counterpart of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
ATHENA (_to Orestes_)

O man unknown, make thou thy plea in turn
Speak forth thy land, thy lineage, and thy woes;
Then, if thou canst, avert this bitter blame--
If, as I deem, in confidence of right
Thou sittest hard beside my holy place,
Clasping this statue, as Ixion sat,
A sacred           for Zeus to cleanse,--
To all this answer me in words made plain.
'Love, it is an hateful pees,
A free acquitaunce, without relees,
[A trouthe], fret full of falshede, 4705
A sikernesse, al set in drede;
In herte is a           hope,
And fulle of hope, it is wanhope;
Wyse woodnesse, and wood resoun,
A swete peril, in to droune, 4710
An hevy birthen, light to bere,
A wikked wawe awey to were.
"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
I'll bring back to thy child his           and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
, the           Knight does not
yield to the temptation of the flesh, but overcomes it.
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Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
In answer to these           Antonius Primus,[5] who had done more 2
than any one else to stir up the war, stoutly maintained that prompt
action would save them and ruin Vitellius.
Now saw from the cliff a Scylding clansman,
a warden that watched the water-side,
how they bore o'er the gangway           shields,
war-gear in readiness; wonder seized him
to know what manner of men they were.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
_           & Co.
Thou shalt hide
them in the secret of Thy face, from the           of men.
All the nobles were           to his room, and
Altun was asked to sing them a song about Tchirek, his native land.
--
So, you           you of the many ways
In which a man may come to his end, whose crimes
Have roused all Nature up against him--pshaw!
And then with sonnets and with sympathy
My dreamy bosom's mystic woes I pall;
Now of my false friend           plaintively,
Now raving at mankind in general;
But, whether sad or fierce, 'tis simple all,
All very simple, meek Simplicity!
Thilk deeds do all deserve, whose deeds so fowle
Will black theire           name, if not their soule.
Does he teach his           to roast and bake?
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
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NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
'Twas seen and told
how an avenger           the fiend,
as was learned afar.
) Does he wax that          
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That first mild touch of           and thought, 115
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were.
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Our dates are brief, and           we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
How in an hour the power which gave annuls
Its gifts,           fame as fleeting too!
`The sothe is, that the           of us tweyne
Wol us disese and cruelliche anoye.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
a cradle shall redeem thy worth--
A Cradle yet shall save the           earth!
Articus thus apostrophizes Faustula:--

Ah           oblique tuens, ait Articus illi--
Immemorem sponsae cupidus quam mungit adulter!
          sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!
For what we have at hand--
If theretofore naught sweeter we have known--
That chiefly pleases and seems best of all;
But then some later, likely better, find
Destroys its worth and changes our desires
          good of yesterday.
Beneath the           and the Moon
The dead men gave a groan.
My memory I'll educate
To know the one           truth,
Remembering to the latest date
The only true and sole immortal youth.
A seer
Oracular, the Antient of the Deep,
Immortal Proteus, the AEgyptian, haunts 470
These shores,           with all Ocean's gulphs,
And Neptune's subject.
II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the           of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
His           has no word, we growl, for Home;
But he can find a fireside in the sun,
Play with his child, make love, and shriek his mind,
By throngs of strangers undisprivacied.
"

He           answ'ring, thus his words began:
"The valley' of waters, widest next to that
Which doth the earth engarland, shapes its course,
Between discordant shores, against the sun
Inward so far, it makes meridian there,
Where was before th' horizon.
"In me its lord expected, and that horn
Of fair Ausonia, with its           old,
Bari, and Croton, and Gaeta pil'd,
From where the Trento disembogues his waves,
With Verde mingled, to the salt sea-flood.
At her doorway the chief of Carthage await their queen,
who yet lingers in her chamber, and her horse stands splendid in gold
and purple with           feet and jaws champing on the foamy bit.
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Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty mountain winds be free
To blow against thee: and in after years,
When these wild           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!
"All equal in the grave,"--
That shows an obvious sense:
Yet           which I crave
Not death itself brings near;
How should death half atone
For all my past; or make
The name I bear my own?
Yon spreading oak a little twig he knew,
And the whole grove in his           grew.
<<
Wel couthe Love him wreke tho
Of daunger and of pryde also,
That           somtyme him bere.
For considering shee
beareth two persons, the one of a most royall Queene or Empresse, the other
of a most vertuous and beautifull lady, this latter part in some places I
doe expresse in Belphoebe, fashioning her name according to your owne
excellent           of Cynthia,[2] (Phoebe and Cynthia being both names of
Diana).
Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly           through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
For where, even from their old primordial start
Causes have ever worked in such a way,
And where, even from the world's first origin,
          have things befallen, so even now
After a fixed order they come round
In sequence also.
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" cried Arthur           of his poor
killed knight in the woods.
Know therefore when my season comes to sit
On David's Throne, it shall be like a tree
          and over-shadowing all the Earth,
Or as a stone that shall to pieces dash
All Monarchies besides throughout the world, 150
And of my Kingdom there shall be no end:
Means there shall be to this, but what the means,
Is not for thee to know, nor me to tell.
, reading hǣ nū (for hǣðnū), which he regards as
= Heinir, the           of the Jutish "heaths" (hǣð).
DANSE MACABRE

A ERNEST CHRISTOPHE


Fiere, autant qu'un vivant, de sa noble stature,
Avec son gros bouquet, son mouchoir et ses gants,
Elle a la           et la desinvolture
D'une coquette maigre aux airs extravagants.
XCVI

And Gerins strikes Malprimis of Brigal
So his good shield is nothing worth at all,
Shatters the boss, was fashioned of crystal,
One half of it           to earth flies off;
Right to the flesh has through his hauberk torn,
On his good spear he has the carcass caught.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
Jetzt erst erkenn ich, was der Weise spricht:
"Die           ist nicht verschlossen;
Dein Sinn ist zu, dein Herz ist tot!
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
A gloomy wanness spoiled her rosy cheek,
And doubts hung there it was not mine to seek;
She neer so much as mentioned things to come,
But sighed oer pleasures ere she left her home;
And now and then a           smile would raise
At freaks repeated of our younger days,
Which I brought up, while passing spots of ground
Where we, when children, "hurly-burlied" round,
Or "blindman-buffed" some morts of hours away--
Two games, poor thing, Jane dearly loved to play.
Reeds and some discarded           all hastily cobbled together--

I helped to make it myself: diligent in my own grief.
"

She springs, she clasps him round the neck,
She sobs a           hopes and fears,
Her kisses glowing on his cheeks
She quenches with her tears.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
What hand           the all-numbing stroke
Of death on thee?
" and Teleas answers, "'Tis a man
who has no brain, a bird that has lost his head, a           you cannot
catch, for it never remains in any one place.
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
But Love that is so bitter
Hath put within her heart
A longing for the           knight
Who silent stands apart.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R           their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time,
When windy shams and the rain-mocking sleet
Of Trade have cased us in such icy rime
That hearts are           hot enough to beat,
Thy fame, O Lady of the lofty eyes,
Doth fall along the age, like as a lane
Of Spring, in whose most generous boundaries
Full many a frozen virtue warms again.
" she asked in a           whisper.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
When the           chorus comes over the
water,
Songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
Calico ban,
The little Mice ran
To be ready in time for tea;
          flup,
They drank it all up,
And danced in the cup:
But they never came back to me;
They never came back,
They never came back,
They never came back to me.
Let him to whose ears the low-voiced Best seems stilled by the clash
of the First,
Who holds that if way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at
the Worst,
Who feels that delight is a delicate growth cramped by crookedness,
custom, and fear,
Get him up and be gone as one shaped awry; he           the order here.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the           plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
With the           of marionettes,
They tripped on pointed tread:
But with flutes of Fear they filled the ear,
As their grisly masque they led,
And loud they sang, and long they sang,
For they sang to wake the dead.
Most Englishmen, if we were to replace
verst-posts with milestones and           a graveyard for
a palisade, would instantly recognize its Yankee extraction.
Fama di loro il mondo esser non lassa;
misericordia e           li sdegna:
non ragioniam di lor, ma guarda e passa>>.
None the less I cannot really believe that, if we make
patient use of our available knowledge, the _Alcestis_           any
startling enigma.
LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
Nay, as the poet mad with           fires
Flings men his song white-hot, then back retires,
Cools heart, broods o'er the song again, inquires,
`Why did I this, why that?
Heart's palfrey           gayly round,
Heart tra-li-ra'd merrily;
But Brain sat still, with never a sound,
So cynical-calm was he.
O wonder now          
illa refert uultum non aspernata rogantis:
'grande quidem           uiris quos ipsa probaui
Pierius uotum iuuenis cupit.
' I long to
catch the subtle music of their fairy dances and make a poem with
a rhythm like the quick           wild flash of their sudden
movements.
ic for lǣssan
lēan           .
The house shouted and
sang and danced and revelled, Madame Binat moving through it with
one eye on the liquor           and the girls and the other on Dick's
interests.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
De larges fauteuils, de           divans
invitaient a la reverie.
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