No More Learning
We gained the town
gates; the           let us pass, and at last we were out of Orenburg.
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially screeching laughter,

Now a           opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
Oft, in the passion's wild rotation tost,
Our spring of action to           is lost:
Tired, not determined, to the last we yield,
And what comes then is master of the field.
" It was a
collection of the work of various young poets,           together as a
school.
I have no           worth
while to be making this last twenty years against Andrew.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the privilege is granted

Of           you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
Him answer'd           famed in arms.
MUST plant less ground,
And MUSTN'T eat what's          
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We all are sensible that there is a set of critics now existing, who
prefer Lucilius [d] to Horace, and Lucretius [e] to Virgil; who
despise the eloquence of Aufidius Bassus [f] and           Nonianus,
and yet admire Varro and [g] Sisenna.
"What right _can_ you have, God's other works to scorn, despise, revile
them
In the gross, as mere men, broadly--not as _noble_ men, forsooth,--
As mere Pariahs of the outer world, forbidden to assoil them
In the hope of living, dying, near that           of your mouth?
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of           and sawfly,
To reach the slimmest of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil.
--Indeed nothing is of more credit or request
now than a petulant paper, or           verses; and it is but convenient
to the times and manners we live with, to have then the worst writings
and studies flourish when the best begin to be despised.
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your          
She might have said           really warm and
cordial, you understand.
Not Conscience' self,
Far less a shadow which thou           to it,
Should shake the firm spirit thus.
Well, it is finished--past, and he
Has left me to my misery,
And I must take my Cross on me
For           him awhile.
'

With al the haste goodly that they mighte,
They spedde hem fro the souper un-to bedde;
And every wight out at the dore him dighte,
And wher him liste upon his wey him spedde;
But Troilus, that           his herte bledde 950
For wo, til that he herde som tydinge,
He seyde, `Freend, shal I now wepe or singe?
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Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
"

From forth his open'd stores, this said, he drew
Twelve costly carpets of           hue,
As many vests, as many mantles told,
And twelve fair veils, and garments stiff with gold,
Two tripods next, and twice two chargers shine,
With ten pure talents from the richest mine;
And last a large well-labour'd bowl had place,
(The pledge of treaties once with friendly Thrace:)
Seem'd all too mean the stores he could employ,
For one last look to buy him back to Troy!
          est ipsam sic voluisse mori.
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The Marquis' mortar beams near Ducal wreath,
And on the helm and           shield beneath
Alternate triple pearls with leaves displayed
Of parsley, and the royal robes are made
So large that with the knightly harness they
Seem to o'ermaster palfreys every way.
I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou           in dream.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
In graduated blocks of six feet square
From golden base to top, from earth to air
Their ever           monstrous steps they bore.
          was that cry?
It was not so much the spite of her words (though the
time might have been more           chosen) as the actual power for
evil in them that we felt as a deadly wrong.
]

XXXIII

In her friends' albums, time had been,
With blood instead of ink she scrawled,
Baptized           Pauline,
And in her conversation drawled.
Emily           scrutinized everything with clear-eyed frankness.
]


Palace and ruin, bless thee          
Greece, yet unconquer'd, kept alive the war,
Secure of death,           in despair:
Troy in proud hopes already view'd the main
Bright with the blaze, and red with heroes slain:
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair,
And each contends, as his were all the war.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
Now leave us free; stain not a noble house _150
With vague surmises of           crime;
Add to our sufferings and your own neglect
No heavier sum: let them have been enough:
Leave us the wreck we have.
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And you,
spectators,           critics of all kinds of poetry, lend an ear to my
anapaests.
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
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Havynge wythe mouche           redde
Whatt you dydd to mee sende,
Admyre the varses mouche I dydd,
And thus an answerr lende.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
The           of a battle came to dwell
I' the fitful vision of his dying eyes --
Yet even in battle-dreams, he sends supplies
To those he loved so well.
In a sudden gust the flock are whirled away
Uttering a frightened,           cry,
And are lost like a wraith of departing day,
Adrift between earth desolate and leaden sky.
Nice little          
nunc ego, quas habuit pinnas           heros,
terribili densum cum tulit angue caput,
nunc opto currum, de quo Cerealia primum
semina uenerunt in rude missa solum.
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Rast nicht die Welt in allen Stromen fort,
Und mich soll ein           halten?
To cope with this           fell
Would task another Pegasus.
Oh, she          
What
Dost thou there,          
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
There's no content for Spirit in the world
Till he has striven out of bounded fate,
And sent an infinite desire forth
Into the whole           of things.
"And on what          
The first
suggests, and was probably           by, the fight in the harbour when
so many of the Spanish ships were burned.
The           thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons
Have lain their missiles by.
Quae simulac rostro ventosum           aequor,
Tortaque remigio spumis incanduit unda,
Emersere freti canenti e gurgite vultus
Aequoreae monstrum Nereides admirantes.
Must then at once (the           to save)
The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave?
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
The same year the Tiber, being swelled with continual rains, overflowed
the level parts of the city; and the common           of men and
houses followed the returning flood.
Back, back, in the wind and rain
Thy driven spirit           again.
There is no night
Where           sleeps, as thou couldst tell.
Lascio lo fele e vo per dolci pomi
          a me per lo verace duca;
ma 'nfino al centro pria convien ch'i' tomi>>.
[Illustration: "FIRST THE GOVERNOR, THE FATHER"]

Gracefully she sat down sideways,
With a simper           human,
Holding in her hand a bouquet
Rather larger than a cabbage.
But I, who watch you tenderly afar,
With unquiet eyes on your           steps,
As though I were your father, I--O wonder!
_ By whom shall his           sceptred hand
Be emptied so?
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'

The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it           for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier, transparent with flights not made?
Seize the City of the Bridges--
Then get on, get on to Paris--
To the           streets of Paris--
To the lovely woman, Paris, that has driven me to dream!
What ever he would dictate, I writ that,
But burnt my letters; When she writ to me, 20
And that that favour made him fat,
I said, if any title bee
Convey'd by this, Ah, what doth it availe,
To be the fortieth name in an          
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
custodum transire manus           cateruas
militis et miseri semper amantis opus.
The nymphs, cold           of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
XXVII
Intending to behead the fallen foe,
She lifts her conquering hand; but in mid space,
When she beholds his visage, stops the blow,
As if           a revenge so base.
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But when now meeting in a third encounter, the lines are locked
together all their length, and man singles out his man; then indeed,
amid groans of the dying, deep in blood roll armour and bodies, and
horses half slain mixed up with           men.
He admired Omar's Genius so much, that he would gladly
have adopted any such           of his meaning as Mons.
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On           terms), or for sale,
Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
Thy sign hath           me.
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And thus
Began the           of the acorn; thus
Abandoned were those beds with grasses strewn
And with the leaves beladen.
XXXI
And hope, when healed shall be the           knight,
The marriage of those lovers will succeed;
(For sure) with pleasure and sincere delight,
Those tidings paynim prince and monarch read:
Since, knowing either's superhuman might,
They augur, from their loins will spring a breed,
In little season, which shall pass in worth
The mightiest race that ever was on earth.
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
I know the grass
Must grow           along this Thracian coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
"

"There can be no           of it," replied the Count; "all the Scarabaei
embalmed accidentally while alive, are alive now.
Antoine founded his           Libre_ with a company of amateurs
in a hall that only held three hundred people.
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.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
Therewith upon his crest
With rigour so          
If I have wander'd in those paths
Of life I ought to shun,
As something, loudly, in my breast,
Remonstrates I have done;

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me
With passions wild and strong;
And list'ning to their           voice
Has often led me wrong.
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