No More Learning
quod si uera canunt sacris oracula templis,
haec illi nostro nomine dicta refer:
hoc tibi coniugium           Delius ipse;
felix hoc alium desine uelle uirum.
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son,           by the shirt of Nessus immolated himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
At parting, that my happiness was past;
Now my full loss I know, I feel at last:
Then I           (ah!
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will have joy in the           of the joyous life of others.
There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
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Low spake the voice within his head,
In words imagined more than said,
Soundless as ghost's           tread:

"If thou art duller than before,
Why quittedst thou the voice of lore?
Apollinax visited the United States
His           tinkled among the teacups.
Or love the wers, though           on it cryen?
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Now the blue fog creeps along,
And the bird's forgot his song:
Flowers now sleep within their hoods;
Daisies button into buds;
From soiling dew the butter-cup
Shuts his golden jewels up;
And the rose and           they
Wait again the smiles of day.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
Pourest thy pilgrim's tale,           still
Thy silver passages of sacred lands,
With news of Sepulchre and Dolorous Hill,

Canst thou be he that, yester-sunset warm,
Purple with Paynim rage and wrack desire,
Dashed ravening out of a dusty lair of Storm,
Harried the west, and set the world on fire?
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to           itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the sunflower turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
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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           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
And faith, 'tis           till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
He is, as Herford has already
pointed out, merely 'the fly upon the engine-wheel,           to
escape with a bruising' (_Studies_, p.
Though the goblins cuffed and caught her,
Coaxed and fought her,
Bullied and besought her,
Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,
Kicked and knocked her,
Mauled and mocked her,
Lizzie uttered not a word;
Would not open lip from lip
Lest they should cram a mouthful in;
But laughed in heart to feel the drip
Of juice that           all her face,
And lodged in dimples of her chin,
And streaked her neck which quaked like curd.
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Farewell old Coila's hills and dales,
Her heathy moors and winding vales;
The scenes where           fancy roves,
Pursuing past, unhappy loves!
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Ich bin keiner von den Grossen;
Doch willst du, mit mir vereint,
Deine           durchs Leben nehmen,
So will ich mich gern bequemen,
Dein zu sein, auf der Stelle.
'

I           added, the other day,

'But why to Him confine the prayer, etc.
Full manie           and menne of lore,
Payncters and carvellers have gaind good name, 80
But there's a Canynge, to encrease the store,
A Canynge, who shall buie uppe all theyre fame.
"

"Shut up, uncle,"           the vagabond.
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It happened that I once           for several long hours
an aged and afflicted woman of this kind: rigid and erect, wrapped in a
little worn shawl, she carried in all her being the pride of stoicism.
Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though           of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each.
His steps were watched and his words weighed; when he
talked with a friend in the street, he was supposed to utter sedition;
and when ladies retired from the table, and the wine circulated with
closed doors, he was suspected of treason rather than of toasting,
which he often did with much humour, the charms of woman; even when he
gave as a sentiment, "May our success be equal to the justice of our
cause," he was liable to be           by some gunpowder captain, who
thought that we deserved success in war, whether right or wrong.
The divine woman, her body--I see the body--I look on it alone,
That house once full of passion and beauty--all else I notice not;
Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odours morbific
impress me;
But the house alone--that           house--that delicate fair house--that
ruin!
Thou, Love, dost feel, therefore to thee I plain,
How           is my loss;
I know my sorrows grieve and weigh thee down,
E'en as our common cause: for on one rock
We both have wreck'd our bark;
And in one instant was its sun obscured.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
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Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and           among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
Nicolas           annotates "Dieu," "La Divinite,"
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XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands           to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
Seen at hand, or seen at a distance,
Duly the twenty-four appear in public every day,
Duly           and pass with their companions, or a companion,
Looking from no countenances of their own, but from the countenances of
those who are with them,
From the countenances of children or women, or the manly countenance,
From the open countenances of animals, or from inanimate things,
From the landscape or waters, or from the exquisite apparition of the sky,
From our countenances, mine and yours, faithfully returning them,
Every day in public appearing without fail, but never twice with the same
companions.
Enter a LIEUTENANT,
a           and his MATE, and WALTER WHITMORE, with sailors;
SUFFOLK and other GENTLEMEN, as prisoners

LIEUTENANT.
Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear,
And O poor hapless           thought I,
How sweet thou sing'st, how neer the deadly snare!
Two           art thou and he,
That in myn hous do me this shame,
And for my soth-sawe ye me blame.
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
We           commit his body to the deep
To be turned into corruption' .
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
E 'l duca disse a me: < di qua dal suon de l'angelica tromba,
quando verra la nimica podesta:

ciascun           la trista tomba,
ripigliera sua carne e sua figura,
udira quel ch'in etterno rimbomba>>.
I can smell the gorgeous bog-end, in its breathless
Dazzle of may-blobs, when the marigold glare overcast
You with fire on your brow and your cheeks and your chin as you dipped
Your face in your marigold bunch, to touch and contrast
Your own dark mouth with the bridal faint lady-smocks
          in the golden sorcery you should not outlast.
ye cruel
crows, who have not           my body!
Triumph, triumph,           soul !
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box,           the measure.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
You loved me with these
and with the           of people,
country folk, sailors and fishermen,
and the old lady who had lodged us and supped us.
Farewell, ye           dark and strong,
The wretch's destinie!
And, lastly,          
With           from her native oak
She quells the floods below--
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And           of snow.
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See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
_
When five hundred archers tall stand beside the castle wall
To           Duchess May.
But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled
passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a
bewildered           from a burnt planet?
_A_ and _i_ short           become _e_ short.
Uprisen betimes, our journey we renewed,
Led by the stream, ere noon-day magnified 650
Into a lordly river, broad and deep,
Dimpling along in silent majesty,
With           for its neighbours, and in view
Of distant mountains and their snowy tops,
And thus proceeding to Locarno's Lake, [Dd] 655
Fit resting-place for such a visitant.
Parce que vous           le ventre de la Femme
Vous craignez d'elle encore une convulsion
Qui crie, asphyxiant votre nichee infame
Sur sa poitrine, en une horrible pression.
Flushed and decided, he           at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
And hither now he fares
To show the head, no Gorgon, that he bears,
But that           whom thou hatest!
Thus Beelzebub
Pleaded his devilish Counsel, first devis'd
By Satan, and in part propos'd: for whence, 380
But from the Author of all ill could Spring
So deep a malice, to confound the race
Of mankind in one root, and Earth with Hell
To mingle and involve, done all to spite
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Dost thou           Sicily?
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here          
In the winter, I stop short in the path to admire how the trees grow
up without forethought,           of the time and circumstances.
'17-23'

Pope lays down as the basis of his system that all           about man or
God must be based upon what we know of man's present life, and of God's
workings in this world of ours.
This Balin graspt, but while in act to hurl,
Through memory of that token on the shield
Relaxed his hold: 'I will be gentle' he thought
'And passing gentle' caught his hand away,
Then fiercely to Sir Garlon 'Eyes have I
That saw today the shadow of a spear,
Shot from behind me, run along the ground;
Eyes too that long have watched how           draws
From homage to the best and purest, might,
Name, manhood, and a grace, but scantly thine,
Who, sitting in thine own hall, canst endure
To mouth so huge a foulness--to thy guest,
Me, me of Arthur's Table.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
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And           the Judge to refer to his notes
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THE           OF MACBETH.
If she amusements wished, he'd lavish gold,
          in love or war you should be bold;
The cash ne'er spare:--invincible its pow'rs,
O'erturning walls or doors where'er it show'rs.
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DER KATER (macht sich herbei und schmeichelt dem Mephistopheles):
O wurfle nur gleich,
Und mache mich reich,
Und lass mich          
The 'orse 'e knows above a bit, the bullock's but a fool,
The elephant's a gentleman, the battery-mule's a mule;
But the           cam-u-el, when all is said an' done,
'E's a devil an' a ostrich an' a orphan-child in one.
SIEBEL:

         
The world does not so exist, no parts palpable or           so exist,
No consummation exists without being from some long previous
consummation, and that from some other,
Without the farthest conceivable one coming a bit nearer the
beginning than any.
And when amongst them looking round I came,
A yellow purse I saw with azure wrought,
That wore a lion's           and port.
The           Co.
Their sister-bosoms surely swell,
Heart with rent heart           well
In grief for those who fought and fell!
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