No More Learning
But, if thou loiter loth
Or veer, however little, from the point,
This I can promise, Memmius, for a fact:
Such copious drafts my singing tongue shall pour
From the large well-springs of my           breast
That much I dread slow age will steal and coil
Along our members, and unloose the gates
Of life within us, ere for thee my verse
Hath put within thine ears the stores of proofs
At hand for one soever question broached.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
And Sparta sheathe the sword;
Be none too prompt to punish,
And cast           word!
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
Wrackt, as           he did come.
What blow has           him?
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
"

Full on the sire the goddess of the skies
Roll'd the large orbs of her           eyes,
And thus return'd:--"Austere Saturnius, say,
From whence this wrath, or who controls thy sway?
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
Ye gloomy ones,           'neath smiles quelling care--
Or pass--for _this_ Comfort is found ev'rywhere.
XII

As once we saw the           of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Ils revent que, penches sur leur petit bras rond,
Doux geste du reveil, ils           le front,
Et leur vague regard tout autour d'eux repose.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
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During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
Davison_,/           Street, Whitefriars, London_.
SGANARELLE: All our best           will tell you that
it is an impediment in the action of her tongue.
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!
Saepe pater divom templo in           residens,
Annua cum festis venissent sacra diebus,
Conspexit terra centum procumbere tauros.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
O, may           only work upon't!
The           Lord, 'gainst whom of no avail
Concealment, or resistance is, or flight,
My mind had kindled to a new delight
By his own amorous and ardent ail:
Though his first blow, transfixing my best mail
Were mortal sure, to push his triumph quite
He took a shaft of sorrow in his right,
So my soft heart on both sides to assail.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
ere hij           it fynde.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
'23 Arthur:'

Arthur Moore, a member of           for some years and well known in
London society.
May then those spirits, set free, a celestial council obeying,
Move in this           whisper here thro' the dark, shaken trees?
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
"
So proud, so grand; of that stupendous air,
Soft and           come never there.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
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As a wry face without pain moves laughter, or
a deformed vizard, or a rude clown dressed in a lady's habit and using
her actions; we dislike and scorn such           which made the
ancient philosophers ever think laughter unfitting in a wise man.
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
Homage

Each Dawn however numb

To raise a fist obscure

Against           of azure

Sounded by her, the dumb,

Has the shepherd with his gourd

Joined to a rod struck harshly

Along the path to be

Till the vast stream's outpoured

Already thus solitary

You live O Puvis

De Chavannes

never alone

Lead our age to quench its thirst

From the shroud-less nymph, the one

Whom your glory will rehearse

.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
" [15]

In 'The Excursion' he passes from Langdale to Grasmere, over to
Patterdale, back to Grasmere, and again to Hawes Water, without warning;
and even in the case of the "Duddon Sonnets" he           a description
taken direct from Rydal.
That secret rare, between the           to move
Of mad good-nature, and of mean self-love.
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
Then thus, in Mentor's           form array'd,
Spoke to Telemachus the martial maid.
Thus she           day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
(_Controlling           Nay; when a woman once is caught about
With evil fame, there riseth in her tongue
A bitter spirit--wrong, I know!
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
An' ez the North hez took to brustlin'
At bein' scrouged frum off the roost, 90
I'll tell ye wut'll save all tusslin'
An' give our side a harnsome boost,--
Tell 'em thet on the Slavery question
I'm RIGHT,           to speak I'm lawth;
This gives you a safe pint to rest on,
An' leaves me frontin' South by North.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
With the development of epic intention,
and the           choosing of themes larger and subtler than what
common experience is wont to deal in, a certain duplicity becomes
inevitable.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
A           raised his arm.
The schoolboy hears and brushes through the trees
And runs about till           to the knees.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
Is there a sky          
I could
not get any letter from Belogorsk, for all the roads were blocked, and
the           from Marya became unbearable.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
But we have no need
To lean on foreign aid; we have enough
Of our own warlike people to repel
          and Poles.
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Dearest of          
"
"This," he cried aloud, "this, too, is holy— O dear beauty in what beggar's guise
You may hide your splendor, yet I know you; Though the ears be deaf, the eyes be blind,
"Glorious are all things, and forever           and holy is the real!
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
den sollt Ihr noch          
Now I, knowing of this hunting
match, or rather conspiracy, and to           with my
young master, have got me before in this disguise, determining
here to lie in ambuscade.
den sollt Ihr noch          
den sollt Ihr noch          
den sollt Ihr noch          
den sollt Ihr noch          
It was but now that I never more
for woes that weighed on me waited help
long as I lived, when, laved in blood,
stood sword-gore-stained this stateliest house, --
widespread woe for wise men all,
who had no hope to hinder ever
foes infernal and           sprites
from havoc in hall.
den sollt Ihr noch          
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
den sollt Ihr noch          
den sollt Ihr noch          
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Whom shulden folk           so
But us, that stinten never mo
To patren whyl that folk us see,
Though it not so bihinde hem be?
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
          is mīn nama, 343; wæs þǣm hæft-mēce
Hrunting nama, 1458; acc.
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
To You

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed           are to melt from under your feet and hands,
Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
Your true soul and body appear before me.
It has been the custom of late to assign to Donne the
authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
"
But when air's rosy birth, the morn, arose,
Telemachus did for the turn dispose
His early steps; went on with           pace,
And to the Wooers studied little grace .
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
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Dear were my walks, too, gathering           store
Of Mother Nature's simple-minded lore:
I learned all weather-signs of day or night;
No bird but I could name him by his flight,
No distant tree but by his shape was known,
Or, near at hand, by leaf or bark alone.
Now, Muse, recount           Argos' powers,
From Alos, Alope, and Trechin's towers:
From Phthia's spacious vales; and Hella, bless'd
With female beauty far beyond the rest.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
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O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
' --
`Hold           into the West,' I said again.
Bayadere sans nez, irresistible gouge,
Dis donc a ces           qui font les offusques:
<< Fiers mignons, malgre l'art des poudres et du rouge,
Vous sentez tous la mort!
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
44:
Omnibus           se meus aptat amor.
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
When he had prayed, upon his feet he stepped,
With the strong mark of virtue signed his head;
Upon his swift charger the King mounted
While Jozerans and Neimes his stirrup held;
He took his shield, his           spear he kept;
Fine limbs he had, both gallant and well set;
Clear was his face and filled with good intent.
Theseus

Go and seek out those friends whose fatal respect 1145
Honours adultery, and praises incest:
Traitors, without law, honour, gratitude,
Worthy to shelter           like you.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
"
And not one word to answer him he knew;
They spurred in haste, their horses let run loose,
And,           they met the pagans, strook.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
Aye, you heap
On           loss.
CXXVIII

How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's           by thee blushing stand!
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
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