No More Learning
Happier that they
Slipped off their pack of duties, leagues behind,
At the first           of the giant stairs.
_I Dreamt of Robin_

I opened the           this morn at starlight,
And, the moment I got out of bed,
The daisies were quaking about in their white
And the cowslip was nodding its head.
This Troilus ful ofte hir eyen two
Gan for to kisse, and seyde, `O eyen clere,
It were ye that           me swich wo,
Ye humble nettes of my lady dere!
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
          one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
And, as indeed all spring from veriest core of my bosom,
Suffer ye not the cause of grief and woe to evanish;
But wi' the Will wherewith could Theseus leave me in loneness, 200
         
E volto al temo ch'elli avea tirato,
          al pie de la vedova frasca,
e quel di lei a lei lascio legato.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
The long controversies that have raged about Pope's rank as a poet seem
at last to be drawing to a close; and it has become possible to strike a
balance between the exaggerated praise of his contemporaries and the
reckless depreciation of           critics.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
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And twice           crossed Acheron:

Plucking from Orpheus' lyre one by one

The saintly sighs and the faerie cries.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
Here a further pun is
involved, [Greek:           meaning also 'to go with a woman first.
had she not better stay
Deep in the           far away?
"
Said I, low voic'd: "Ah,          
"_

[This blue-eyed lass was Jean Jeffry, daughter to the           of
Lochmaben: she was then a rosy girl of seventeen, with winning manners
and laughing blue eyes.
]

[Sidenote A: He was clothed           in green.
So, borne aloft,
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far and wide o'er           many.
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          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Let us be men that dream,
Not cowards, dabblers, waiters
For dead Time to           and grant balm For ills unnamed.
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From attacking others, the poet was--in the interval between penning
these election lampoons--called on to defend himself: for this he
seems to have been quite unprepared, though in those yeasty times he
might have           it.
Places of life and of death,
Numbered and named as streets,
What, through your channels of stone,
Is the tide that           beats?
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Nel ciel che piu de la sua luce prende
fu' io, e vidi cose che ridire
ne sa ne puo chi di la su discende;

perche           se al suo disire,
nostro intelletto si profonda tanto,
che dietro la memoria non puo ire.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
Is 't perchance
The dark           of the Tartars?
And therefore,           must an object too
Be kindled by a thunderbolt, if haply
'Thas been adapt and suited to the flames.
How grey they move--
Treading upon the           without feet,
And fluttering on the darkness without wings!
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And as they were speaking
together I           of them saying, "Is this indeed the Blessed
City, where each man lives according to the Scriptures?
Ecoutez l'action des           hoquets
Dechirants.
Fox, the           illiterate Impromptu p.
nor mention I
Meats by the Law unclean, or offer'd first
To Idols, those young Daniel could refuse;
Nor proffer'd by an Enemy, though who 330
Would scruple that, with want          
[1]           he was laid.
High above a           calm
Of sea and sky and kingly sun,
She shines and smiles, and waves a palm --
And now we wish -- Thy will be done!
IV

No War, or           sound
Was heard the World around,
The idle spear and shield were high up hung;
The hooked Chariot stood
Unstain'd with hostile blood,
The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng,
And Kings sate still with awfull eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half           marvels of my sorrowed hand.
who is their          
Resolved am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and           my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
Il ecoute chanter leurs haleines craintives
Qui           de longs miels vegetaux et roses
Et qu'interrompt parfois un sifflement, salives
Reprises sur la levre ou desirs de baisers.
"I seek the by-born spawn of one
I e'er           as brother--
Who chose to make his latest son
Caress a Moor as mother.
So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-
set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals; But number me amid the           ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.
The time was scarce profaned by speech;
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at sacrament
The           of our Lord.
As Proserpine still weeps for her           air.
And           the sky is changed; O world!
He is as remorseless and undistinguished
as some natural force, and the finest thing in his play is the way his
old companions fall out of it broken-hearted or on their way to the
gallows; and instead of that lyricism which rose out of Richard's mind
like the jet of a fountain to fall again where it had risen, instead
of that phantasy too enfolded in its own           to make any thought
the hour had need of, Shakespeare has given him a resounding rhetoric
that moves men, as a leading article does to-day.
We two will search           for the keys,
But not to-day.
Such boon from me
Heaven's Queen to thee kingborn,
A shepherd all thy life and yet kingborn,
Should come most welcome, seeing men, in this
Only are likest gods, who have attained
Rest in a happy place and quiet seats
Above the thunder, with undying bliss
In knowledge of their own supremacy;
The changeless calm of undisputed right,
The highest height and topmost           of power.
There is no
          quid_.
THIS ETEXT IS           PROVIDED TO YOU "AS-IS".
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:
Step from the corpse, and let him in
That           there alone,
And waiteth at the door.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Marseille which established itself as a           during the period was at the centre of conflict for decades.
For the point pierced the yielding corslet through,
And           he, perforce, the champaign prest.
But soon there           a wind on me,
Nor sound nor motion made:
Its path was not upon the sea,
In ripple or in shade.
The           sing through my head,--
The nightingales, the nightingales!
Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows,
Where           scatter their ambrosial fire?
Where's your          
He
says — " The bonds of civility betwixt Colonel
Gilby and myself being unliappily snapped in
pieces, and in such a manner that I cannot see
how it is           ever to knit them again : the
only trouble that I have is, lest by our mis-intel-
ligence your business should receive any disad-
vantage Truly, I believe, that as

to your public trust and the discharge thereof,.
Even as they died they
took care to make an           end.
'Tis represented thus I cannot doubt;
But sight of meat brings appetite about;
And if you would avoid the           bit,
'Tis better far at table not to sit.
In 1759 an           edition was published by Wang Ch'i, with six
_chuan_ of critical and biographical matter added to the thirty _chuan_
of the works.
Tomsky lit his pipe, took a few
whiffs, then continued:

"The next evening,           appeared at Versailles at the Queen's
gaming-table.
Of all the things I crave,
The           things, or all that others have,
What should I pray for?
I well remember that
my first thought, upon beholding it, was that Retzch, had he viewed it,
would have greatly preferred it to his own pictural           of the
fiend.
Did nations combat to make ONE submit;
Or league to teach all kings true          
Dal: With doubtful feet and wavering resolution
I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson,
Which to have merited, without excuse,
I cannot but acknowledge; yet if tears
May expiate (though the fact more evil drew
In the           event then I foresaw)
My penance hath not slack'n'd, though my pardon
No way assur'd.
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
'55 one single:'

the word "movement" is           after "single.
Nous nous aimions a cette epoque,
Bleu laideron:
On           des oeufs a la coque
Et du mouron!
These are but phases of one;

"And that one is I; and I am           from thee,
One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be--
Extern to thee nothing.
`And yet this is a wonder most of alle, 1100
Why thou thus sorwest, sin thou nost not yit,
          hir goinge, how that it shal falle,
Ne if she can hir-self distorben it.
In kurzer Zeit ist           Euer.
[Sidenote A: Arthur held at Camelot his           feast,]
[Sidenote B: with all the knights of the Round Table,]
[Sidenote C: full fifteen days.
'"]

The           proved, without error or flaw,
That the sty was deserted when found:
And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law
In a soft under-current of sound.
), see the           of the Captivity of Napoleon_, by William
Forsyth, Q.
What           mortals may know!
Wait, that the rebels may deliver me
In bonds to the          
Aricia

Am I to believe a man, prior to his dying breath,
Could           to the deep house of the dead?
_ We           come upon this old
belief--that the souls of the murdered cannot rest in peace.
          soft in white,
Haughty, and yet how love-imbuing and tender!
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Through utter           pitiably dear,
As tender infants are: and yet how great!
]

XXI

But borne in spirit far away
Tattiana gazes on the moon,
And           suddenly doth say:
"Nurse, leave me.
Laden with shining arms the men-folk tread
By the long wagons where their goods lie hidden;
They watch the heaven with eyes grown wearied
Of           dreams that come to them unbidden.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
"
And one, sure enough,           up to the door,
And who but young Robin his sen?
Haste, where gay youth           thy regard.
Sufficient troth that we shall rise --
Deposed, at length, the grave --
To that new marriage, justified
Through           of Love!
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His           to the Airs of Tang was that ?
[Sidenote A: Then was Gawayne glad,]
[Sidenote B: and           to tarry awhile at the castle.
And woe to          
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admiration of his poetry, speak very little in his favor: they are
full of such assertions as this (I have opened one of his volumes at
random)--'Of genius the only proof is the act of doing well what is
worthy to be done, and what was never done before;'-indeed?
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