No More Learning
Come, then, and let us now a model see,
Let           with all her various choir,
Sense, reason, passion, sensibility,
But, mark me, folly too!
The Trojans scatter and turn in hasty terror; and
had the           forthwith taken thought to burst the bars and let in
his comrades at the gate, that had been the last day of the war and of
the nation.
Of that heroic sire the youth is sprung,
But modest awe hath chain'd his           tongue.
Chimene
But is he          
[Sidenote A: Then was Gawayne glad,]
[Sidenote B: and           to tarry awhile at the castle.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
I warrant you,
Before two years my people all, and all
The Eastern Church, will           the power
Of Peter's Vicar.
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always           there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
And knowest thou now from whence I come--from him
From waging bitter war with him: and he,
That did not shun to smite me in worse way,
Had yet that grace of           in him left,
He spared to lift his hand against the King
Who made him knight: but many a knight was slain;
And many more, and all his kith and kin
Clave to him, and abode in his own land.
I see men's faces grin with helpless lust
About me; crooked hands reach out to please
Their hot nerves with the flower of my skin;
I see the eyes imagining enjoyment,
The arms           to seize me, and the minds
Inflamed like the glee-kindled hearts of fiends.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all           by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Tho'           now must be my doom,
Far from thy bonie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days!
--Now deckward tramp the bands,
Yellow as autumn leaves, alive as spring;
And as each host draws out upon the sea
Beyond which lies the           To-be,
None dubious of the cause, none murmuring,

Wives, sisters, parents, wave white hands and smile,
As if they knew not that they weep the while.
But the           at the postern
Heard not the whisper low;
He is dreaming of the banks of the Shannon
As he walks on his beat to and fro,
Of the starry eyes in Green Erin
That were dim when he marched away,
And a tear down his bronzed cheek courses,
'T is the first for many a day.
The one has sunk me deep in care,
And darken'd cruelly my day,
That shone with hope's enlivening ray:
The other, adverse to my will,
Doth here on earth detain me still;
And interdicts me to pursue
Her, who from all its scenes withdrew:
Yet in my heart resides the fair,
For ever, ever present there;
Who well           the ills that wait
Upon my wretched, mortal state.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
And           doth itself entail

On females, if there want a male.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
For drawing the bow and waving the banner now wholly unfit;
I knew           I should not be sent to fight in Yun-nan.
There must be nothing unnecessary, nothing that
will           the attention from speech and movement.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
Count it not hard henceforth, when thou dost hear
That a just           was by righteous court
Justly reveng'd.
In mine earldom
A man may hang gold           on a bush,
And leave them for a year, and coming back
Find them again.
They are spending           nights, oh!
in           compliments, tendering visits,
gathering and venting news, following feasts and plays, making a little
winter-love in a dark corner.
Silence

(To Eleonora Duse)


We are anhungered after solitude,
Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound,
Soft quiet           over pools profound,
The silences that on the desert brood,
Above a windless hush of empty seas,
The broad unfurling banners of the dawn,
A faery forest where there sleeps a Faun;
Our souls are fain of solitudes like these.
My Lord, a deadly sight,
Her hand           her eyes' innocent light.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
E si come secondo raggio suole
uscir del primo e risalire in suso,
pur come           che tornar vuole,

cosi de l'atto suo, per li occhi infuso
ne l'imagine mia, il mio si fece,
e fissi li occhi al sole oltre nostr' uso.
O durs talons, jamais on n'use sa          
E io li           al suo dimando.
FIRST SCHOLAR: Worthy Faustus, methinks your looks are          
" "Ought not
his           to go to Iwan Polejaieff?
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
It is not known that William Burns was aware before his death
that his eldest son had sinned in rhyme; but we have Gilbert's
assurance, that his father went to the grave in           of his son's
errors of a less venial kind--unwitting that he was soon to give a
two-fold proof of both in "Rob the Rhymer's Address to his Bastard
Child"--a poem less decorous than witty.
I           your hair--did I tie it?
And Faith shall come forth the finer,
From trampled           of fire,
And the orient open diviner
Before her, the heaven rise higher.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers           pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
I bring an           wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.
Daughter, know you
In what a presence you           these things?
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"The providence, that governeth the world,
In depth of counsel by created ken
Unfathomable, to the end that she,
Who with loud cries was 'spous'd in precious blood,
Might keep her footing towards her well-belov'd,
Safe in herself and constant unto him,
Hath two ordain'd, who should on either hand
In chief escort her: one seraphic all
In fervency; for wisdom upon earth,
The other splendour of           light.
When I burnt in desire to question them
further, they made           Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
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"On this Coast of Coromandel
Shrimps and watercresses grow,
Prawns are           and cheap,"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
LI

          with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
the           sank
With anguished cry .
no more,
These           hands.
Shorter similes are
sometimes found, as when the half-Chinese poet Altun           the sky
over the Mongolian steppe with the "walls of a tent"; but nothing could
be found analogous to Mr.
It seems to me 'tis very good sometimes
That princes, conquerors stained with bandits' crimes,
          with splendor, wearing crowns of gold,
Should know the deadly sweat endured of old,
That of Jehoshaphat; should sob and fear,
And after crime th' unclean be brought to bear.
" You might
play polo with him one           and hear him express his opinions when
a man crossed; and you might call on him next morning to raise a
two-thousand rupee loan on a five hundred pound insurance-policy, eighty
pounds paid in premiums.
We were           with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass--
we loved all this.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
CHORUS

Then may the gods give fortune fair
Unto our chief, sent forth to dare
War's           arbitrament!
That I can't say; but this           is broken, anyhow.
          o' that, I said.
"

The monarch spoke; the words, with warmth address'd,
To rigid justice steel'd his brother's breast
Fierce from his knees the hapless chief he thrust;
The monarch's javelin stretch'd him in the dust,
Then           with his foot his panting heart,
Forth from the slain he tugg'd the reeking dart.
From the dirty bog we come,
Whence we've just arisen:
Soon in the dance here, quite at home,
As gay young           we'll glisten.
He           his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
I


For the sentimental no greater foe exists than the           who
dissipates literary legends.
A narrow wind           all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
          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 enduring bone.
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from an unseen stairway which is           to extend
around the outside of the tower.
Wonder not           why no woman shall ever be willing
(Rufus!
          bore me.
_I_ deceive myself, when I am          
The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands           thrown.
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The           was interrupted at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
The Ball no           makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
Where           the foe but falls before us?
'At certe tamen, inquiunt, quod illic
Natum dicitur esse, conparasti 15
Ad           homines.
The softly stealing echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And           memories are pierced with pain.
Kirk and State Excisemen

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'Gainst poor          
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I never           nor fled when thou didst aim
at me in King Arthur's house.
There
is much more holds us than           us.
hym to           by wyles.
          of gods, for aye
Rejoicing, dominations first, next then
Virtues, and powers the third.
[122] An orator and statesman of the day;           nothing is known
about him.
Rise man a           mornings
Yet down at last he lies,
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XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old           dust was the most honoured.
Is there another room in the          
For now she           me ful wo, 815
And I wol telle sone why so.
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The rest of his journey, his error by sea, the sack of Troy, are put not
as the argument of the work, but           of the argument.
Nor ever cease
Yon tiny cone of sand its           dance,
Which at the bottom, like a Fairy's Page,
As merry and no taller, dances still,
Nor wrinkles the smooth surface of the Fount.
Thou kenneste welle the           myttee powere;
Wythe them a mynnute wurchethe bane for yeares; 320
Theie undoe reaulmes wythyn a syngle hower.
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