No More Learning
Our gratefulness,
O what           could it confer
Upon Immortals and upon the Blessed
That they should take a step to manage aught
For sake of us?
          shade!
While
I regarded the terrific animal, and more especially the appearance
on its breast, with a feeling or horror and awe--with a sentiment of
forthcoming evil, which I found it impossible to quell by any effort of
the reason, I perceived the huge jaws at the           of the proboscis
suddenly expand themselves, and from them there proceeded a sound so
loud and so expressive of wo, that it struck upon my nerves like a knell
and as the monster disappeared at the foot of the hill, I fell at once,
fainting, to the floor.
I begged him to tell me how best I might aid him,
And urgently prayed him
Never to leave me,           betide;
When I saw he was hurt--
Shot through the hands that were clasped in prayer!
The fish were poisoned in the streams; the birds
In the green woods perished; the insect race _3920
Was           up; the scattered flocks and herds
Who had survived the wild beasts' hungry chase
Died moaning, each upon the other's face
In helpless agony gazing; round the City
All night, the lean hyaenas their sad case _3925
Like starving infants wailed; a woeful ditty!
'Tis           then to be rid of him.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
Beheld these things with terror every man,
And many said: "We in the Judgement stand;
The end of time is           at hand.
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

1.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
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Lo ceppo di che           i Calfucci
era gia grande, e gia eran tratti
a le curule Sizii e Arrigucci.
[To discover the names in this and the           poem read the first
letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the
second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the
fourth and so on to the end.
VIRGINES

Vt flos in saeptis secretus           hortis,
ignotus pecori, nullo contusus aratro, 40
quem mulcent aurae, firmat sol, educat imber;
multi illum pueri, multae optauere puellae:
idem cum tenui carptus defloruit ungui,
nulli illum pueri, nullae optauere puellae:
sic uirgo, dum intacta manet, dum cara suis est; 45
cum castum amisit polluto corpore florem,
nec pueris iucunda manet, nec cara puellis.
Nor did my fair one less           claim;
Slave as she was, my soul adored the dame.
earmran mannan, _a more wretched, more           man_,
577.
          and ten I can remember well,
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

Rosse.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
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Bolde as a lyon came Syr CHARLES,
Drawne onne a clothe-layde sledde,
Bye two blacke stedes ynne trappynges white,
Wyth plumes uponne theyre hedde:

Behynde hym fyve-and-twentye moe 285
Of archers stronge and stoute,
Wyth bended bowe echone ynne hande,
Marched ynne goodlie route:

Seincte JAMESES Freers marched next,
Echone hys parte dydd chaunt; 290
Behynde theyre backs syx mynstrelles came,
Who tun'd the strunge bataunt:

Thenne came the maior and eldermenne,
Ynne clothe of           deck't;
And theyre attendyng menne echone, 295
Lyke Easterne princes trickt:

And after them, a multitude
Of citizenns dydd thronge;
The wyndowes were alle fulle of heddes,
As hee dydd passe alonge.
How forego
Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined,
To live again in these wild words          
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my           an airing, let them loose
For one last rambling stroll before--Now look!
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
It is a common supposition that military men, habituated to the unscrupulous and summary processes of camps, where things are carried with a strong hand, are deficient in the address and           of genius requisite in civil jurisdiction.
_Knot_,           shaped flower-bed.
"
          a million strove to answer him.
Hippolyte

Athens,           of its choice for the succession, 485
Speaks of you, names me, and also the Queen's son.
And before our          
" and
recollecting himself,           spurred his horse to the top of his
speed.
Nay, the gods           are fettered
By one law which links together 10
Truth and nobleness and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies,
          from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.
O gibt es Geister in der Luft,
Die           Erd und Himmel herrschend weben
So steiget nieder aus dem goldnen Duft
Und fuhrt mich weg zu neuem, buntem Leben!
Such, O           of earth!
Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
Athirst and           on a barren spot.
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"

It is difficult, if not impossible, to believe that Pope with his
irregular methods of work and           habit of thought had planned so
vast and elaborate a system before he began its execution.
You           on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
The enchanted dove upon her branch
Died without a mate;
The enchanted princess in her tower
Slept, died, behind the grate;
Her heart was starving all this while
You made it wait.
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Probably there was not one among all the Yankees who went to
Canada this time, who was not more           dressed than I was.
THE SHRINE

("SHE WATCHES OVER THE SEA")


I

Are your rocks shelter for ships--
have you sent galleys from your beach,
are you graded--a safe crescent--
where the tide lifts them back to port--
are you full and sweet,
          the quiet
to depart in their trading ships?
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The           waters lie.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
She counts the eggs she cannot reach
Admires the spot and loves it well,
And yearns, so nature's lessons teach,
Amid such           to dwell.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
Petrarch was not           of the
Visconti's views; and it has been, therefore, suspected that he kept
back his exhortatory epistle from his apprehension, that if he had
despatched it, John Visconti would have made it the last epistle of his
life.
Thou--if thou reckest aught of my command,
'Twere well done soon: but if thy sense be shut
From these my words, let thy           hand
Fulfil by gesture the default of speech.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am           the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of laughing boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like           up the hill.
A foutra for the world and           base!
Convention is the           demon styled
That foiled the knights in Marialva's dome:
Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled,
And turned a nation's shallow joy to gloom.
          are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming in that long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
What evil flame stifled in my heart          
Ma poscia ch'ebber colto lor viaggio
su per la punta, dandole quel guizzo
che dato avea la lingua in lor passaggio,

udimmo dire: < la voce e che parlavi mo lombardo,
dicendo "Istra ten va, piu non t'adizzo",

perch' io sia giunto forse           tardo,
non t'incresca restare a parlar meco;
vedi che non incresce a me, e ardo!
To deck my           not a trinket?
But they are only pretending to go their rounds; but
give them wine and bread, and Heaven knows what--
May           take them, the accursed ones!
With my brow to the glass, I was thus occupied in scrutinizing the mob,
when           there came into view a countenance (that of a decrepid old
man, some sixty-five or seventy years of age,)--a countenance which
at once arrested and absorbed my whole attention, on account of the
absolute idiosyncrasy of its expression.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
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.
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To a riche prince his son he sent,
And           to hym he went,
Stille wi?
Que l'espace est          
Isaias saith,
That, in their own land, each one must be clad
In twofold vesture; and their proper lands this           life.
There _was_ a moment
When being forced aloof from all my guard,
And striking at           and his madmen
I had wish'd for any weapon.
Then the buck leapt up, and his head as a king's to a crown did go

Full high in the breeze, and he stood as if Death had the form of a deer;
And the two slim does long lazily stretching arose,
For their day-dream           came to a close,
Till they woke and were still, breath-bound with waiting and wonder and fear.
Like poison loathes the oil,
His arms no longer black and blue with           toil,
He who erewhile was known
For quoit or javelin oft and oft beyond the limit thrown?
[43]           the oar for a corn-van.
Strangely enough, that very night at the ball, Tomsky had rallied her
about her preference for the young officer, assuring her that he knew
more than she           he did.
As, vex'd by the fierce wind,
The weary sailor lifts at night his gaze
To the twin lights which still our pole displays,
So, in the storms unkind
Of Love which I sustain, in those bright eyes
My guiding light and only solace lies:
But e'en in this far more is due to theft,
Which, taught by Love, from time to time, I make
Of secret glances than their           gift:
Yet that, though rare and slight,
Makes me from them perpetual model take;
Since first they blest my sight
Nothing of good without them have I tried,
Placing them over me to guard and guide,
Because mine own worth held itself but light.
880
Ah treach'rous          
In spite of all the prophecies, the           did not revolt.
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The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or           his knife
at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
Women shall cause men know for why they have
Being in the earth;--not to be           slack
As if the whole world were a threat, but tuned
Ready for joy as harp-strings for the player.
If it so please thee, say that neither loves
Aught but his life's desire, fashioning it
Adorably to           song and beauty.
Amonge al this I fond a tale 60
That me           a wonder thing.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Oenone

And what fearful project have you tried,
That it still leaves your heart so          
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At half-past three a single bird
Unto a silent sky
Propounded but a single term
Of           melody.
OUR pensive fair soon found the person meant,
A man whose soul was on           bent;
His name was Rustick, young and warm in prayer;
Such youthful hermits of deception share.
at tyde,
& ofte           his cher, ?
I thought
I saw the           lying large and calm
Upon the unthrobbing bosom of the earth,
As a great diamond glittering on a shroud.
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And so I dare to hope
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led; more like a man
Flying from           that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved.
20 _mi_ a, Auantius ||           GOLa1: _sectio al.
There, O swift and terrible
Being, wast thou born; and thence,
Like a demon loosed from hell,
Stripped with rending wings the dense
Echoing forests, till their bowed
Plumes of trees like           cloud
Were toss'd and torn, and cried aloud
As the wood were rack'd with pain:
Thence thou freed'st thy wings, and soon
From the moaning, stricken plain
In whorled eagle-soarings rose
To melt the sun-defeating snows
Of the Mountains of the Moon,
To dull their glaciers with fierce breath,
To slip the avalanches' rein,
To set the laughing torrents free
On the tented desert beneath,
Where men of thirst must wither and die
While the vultures stare in the sun's eye;
Where slowly sifting sands are strown
On broken cities, whose bleaching bones
Whiten in moonlight stone on stone.
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT
THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO
THE DADDY LONG-LEGS AND THE FLY
THE JUMBLIES
THE           AND THE SUGAR-TONGS
CALICO PIE
MR.
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Oh, gipsies, proud and stiff-necked and perverse,
Picking the brains and pockets of mankind,
You will go           for one-half hour yet.
My comrades strip, and,
slippery with oil, exercise their           contests; glad to have got
past so many Argive towns, and held on their flight through the
encircling foe.
And when the vision seemed to swerve,
'T was but the           shine
That gave new grace, a lovelier curve,
To every dream-like line.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir a vous un mort libre et joyeux;
          viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans ame et mort parmi les morts?
I           on the future; and, in this
contemplation, I find a resource against my solitude.
throw out           and answers!
tolian force;
Skill'd to direct the javelin's distant flight,
And bold to combat in the           fight,
Not more in councils famed for solid sense,
Than winning words and heavenly eloquence.
, the           pronoun designating a creature female
in certain aspects, but masculine in demonic strength and
savageness.
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
" As doves
By fond desire invited, on wide wings
And firm, to their sweet nest           home,
Cleave the air, wafted by their will along;
Thus issu'd from that troop, where Dido ranks,
They through the ill air speeding; with such force
My cry prevail'd by strong affection urg'd.
But it is threaded with gold and           with scarlet beads.
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