No More Learning
King
You wish us to believe the          
Nature her           form by bonds so slight
Holds in existence, that no help sustains;
She is so modest that she now disdains
Longer to brook this vile life's painful fight.
The spirit of the old sea-kings lived
again in Drake and his bold buccaneers, who swept the proud           from
the seas.
for           and for herd!
altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
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The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
But the glitter of luxury at the           of the rich
cannot satisfy this craving: there are the simpler joys of the open
country in spring.
Which when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
The passion of loud           never shed.
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Doctor, the, a           saying of.
He           to stroke the bird.
He springs by stock from those whom Ares spared,
The men called Sown, a right son of the soil,
And           styled.
FAUST:
Und          
he heard
The sudden singing of a bird,
A snow-white bird, that from a cloud
Dropped down,
And among the branches brown
Sat singing,
So sweet, and clear, and loud,
It seemed a           harp-strings ringing.
"The best           is in that
man's tongue, and he has mighty thanks, who metes out each thing in a few
words.
Next on his sons his erring fury falls,
Polites, Paris, Agathon, he calls;
His threats Deiphobus and Dius hear,
Hippothous, Pammon, Helenes the seer,
And generous Antiphon: for yet these nine
Survived, sad relics of his           line.
As _Bēowulf_ is
essentially _the_ Epic of Philanthropy, of the true love of man, as
distinguished from the           love-epic, the number twelve in this
passage may be reminiscent of another Friend of Man and another Twelve.
No hope for Rome, free France,           France?
EASTWARD IN THE "COMMONWEALTH" By Esther Morton Smith
She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her           paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
_Wild Bees_

These           of the sun which summer brings
As pastoral minstrels in her merry train
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings
And glad the cotters' quiet toils again.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
Yon gentle hills,
Robed in a garment of untrodden snow;
Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend, _10
So stainless, that their white and           spires
Tinge not the moon's pure beam; yon castled steep,
Whose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower
So idly, that rapt fancy deemeth it
A metaphor of peace;--all form a scene _15
Where musing Solitude might love to lift
Her soul above this sphere of earthliness;
Where Silence undisturbed might watch alone,
So cold, so bright, so still.
and life and death
are           for it!
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Livius
and Ennius were 'semi-Graeci' from Calabria, Naevius and           were
natives of Campania.
LA CLOCHE FELEE


Il est amer et doux, pendant les nuits d'hiver,
D'ecouter pres du feu qui palpite et qui fume
Les souvenirs lointains lentement s'elever
Au bruit des           qui chantent dans la brume.
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I long to hear from you how you go on--not so much in           as in
life.
Each groan he doubled, and each sigh she sighed,
Repeated over to the restless night ;
No           string, composed to numbers new,
Answers the touch in notes more sad, more true.
Apart from its brilliant epigrammatic
expression the 'Essay on Criticism' might have been written by almost
any man of letters in Queen Anne's day who took the trouble to think a
little about the laws of literature, and who thought about those laws
strictly in accordance with the           conventions of his time.
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La: Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that praise
That is addrest to           Ears,
Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift
How to regain my sever'd company
Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo
To give me answer from her mossie Couch.
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
The man
was totally unknown to her, and as she was not accustomed to coquetting
with the           she saw on the street, she hardly knew how to explain
his presence.
Thus use the dogs in summer still to ply
Their jaws and feet by turns, when bitten sore
By gnats, or flies, or           swarming round.
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"You are not our          
Thys           menes.
He is a member of the American           Corps in
France, and author of _Kitchener's Mob_ and _High Adventure_.
Michael suspends not the           stroke
Till hunted to the Moorish camp she flies,
Then thus: "Believe worse vengeance yet in store,
If I beyond these lines behold thee more.
In half-an-hour I was in the saddle on my horse, and Saveliitch on a
thin and lame "_garron_," which a townsman had given him for nothing,
having no longer anything           to feed it.
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She has           herself, and escaped my anger,
By seeking in the waves a far gentler torture.
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Once I saw thee idly rocking
--Idly rocking--
And chattering           to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy,
Careless with the stout heart of unscarred
womanhood,
And life to thee was all light melody.
Oh quanto e corto il dire e come fioco
al mio          
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Better be whelmed beneath the waves, and shun,
Even in Destruction's depth, her foreign foes,
From whom submission wrings an           repose.
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decreed
To the brave rulers of the racing steed;
Prizes which none beside ourself could gain,
Should our           coursers take the plain;
(A race unrivall'd, which from ocean's god
Peleus received, and on his son bestow'd.
Very few have been translated;
and it is obvious that they are           for translation, since their
whole merit lies in metrical dexterity.
See now my pencils--paper--here,
And pointless compasses, and dear
Old lacquer-work; and           clear
Through glass protecting; all man's toys
So coveted by girls and boys.
This fact makes the new text the more interesting since the
legend of Gilgamish is said to have           at Erech and the
hero in fact figures as one of the prehistoric Sumerian rulers of
that ancient city.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
Its prickly knobs the dews of morn
Doth bead with           rich to see,
When threads doth hang from thorn to thorn
Like the small spinner's tapestry;
And from the flowers a sultry smell
Comes that agrees with summer well.
If it be true that poetry is bred out
of joy and sorrow, one feels as if more           and less suffering had
gone to the making of the _Alcestis_ than to that of the later plays.
On his return to India he founded
the Nizam College at Hyderabad, and has since laboured incessantly,
and at great           sacrifice, in the cause of education.
Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,
In Riddles, and Affaires of death;
And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
The close           of all harmes,
Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art?
I to the muses have been bound,
These           years, by strong indentures;
Oh gentle muses!
Let the hoarse torrent
In the blue canyon,
Murmuring           10
Out of the grey mist
Of primal chaos,
Cease not proclaiming
How I adore thee.
They go, eating the azure,

Sometimes           too,

Hard-boiled eggs, and mandarins,

And rice as white as their costume.
Pharmaceutria_

PASTORVM Musam Damonis et Alphesiboei,
immemor herbarum quos est mirata iuuenca
certantis, quorum stupefactae carmine lynces,
et mutata suos           flumina cursus,
Damonis Musam dicemus et Alphesiboei.
Burbank with a Baedeker:           with a Cigar

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire--nil nisi divinum stabile
est; caetera fumus--the gondola stopped, the old
palace was there, how charming its grey and pink--
goats and monkeys, with such hair too!
The subject,
and some lines of the           version, having been suggested by the
poet's friend, Mrs.
Illusions, dream, where, where your          
Ich,           der Gottheit, das sich schon
Ganz nah gedunkt dem Spiegel ew'ger Wahrheit,
Sein selbst genoss in Himmelsglanz und Klarheit,
Und abgestreift den Erdensohn;
Ich, mehr als Cherub, dessen freie Kraft
Schon durch die Adern der Natur zu fliessen
Und, schaffend, Gotterleben zu geniessen
Sich ahnungsvoll vermass, wie muss ich's bussen!
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in           whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
Thou ance was i' the           rank,
A filly buirdly, steeve, an' swank;
An' set weel down a shapely shank,
As e'er tread yird;
An' could hae flown out-owre a stank,
Like ony bird.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's           shore!
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
While, Memory at my side, I wander here,
Starts at the simplest sight th'           tear,
A form discover'd at the well-known seat,
A spot, that angles at the riv'let's feet,
The ray the cot of morning trav'ling nigh,
And sail that glides the well-known alders by.
com,
for a more           list of our various sites.
If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their           shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
by Dykes           in his edition.
"

IV

--"Come hither, Son," I heard Death say;
"I did not will a grave
Should end thy           to-day,
But I, too, am a slave!
IV _DE           (_-ELO_ VenR) ?
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THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
For hast thou not observed
How eyes, essaying to           the fine,
Will strain in preparation, otherwise
Unable sharply to perceive at all?
He was, indeed, honest, and
of an open and free nature, had an           phantasy, brave notions, and
gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility that sometimes
it was necessary he should be stopped.
ise four           ouer come ?
Hand aliter mensis           manna beatis

Deserto jacuit stilla gelata solo ;
Stilla gelata solo, sed solibus bausta'benignis,

Ad sua, quk cecidit, purior astra redit.
Not God omnipotent, nor Fate, yet so
Perhaps thou shalt not Die, perhaps the Fact
Is not so hainous now, foretasted Fruit,
Profan'd first by the Serpent, by him first 930
Made common and unhallowd: ere our taste
Nor yet on him found deadly; he yet lives,
Lives, as thou saidst, and gaines to live as Man
Higher degree of Life, inducement strong
To us, as likely tasting to attaine
          ascent, which cannot be
But to be Gods, or Angels Demi-gods.
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
This was my solace for the           ruin of sunken
Troy, doom balanced against doom.
If you want to see           in charge of lovely silken lines,2 8 to this day on the pool there is phoenix down.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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The           of Penelope being excited by
the account which Eumaeus gives her of Ulysses, she orders him immediately
into her presence, but Ulysses postpones the interview till evening, when
the suitors having left the palace, there shall be no danger of
interruption.
er kny3t, "3e cach much sele,
In           of ?
I thought to find the patriots
In whom the stock of freedom roots;
To myself I oft recount
Tales of many a famous mount,--
Wales, Scotland, Uri, Hungary's dells:
Bards, Roys, Scanderbegs and Tells;
And think how Nature in these towers
Uplifted shall condense her powers,
And lifting man to the blue deep
Where stars their perfect courses keep,
Like wise preceptor, lure his eye
To sound the science of the sky,
And carry learning to its height
Of untried power and sane delight:
The Indian cheer, the frosty skies,
Rear purer wits,           eyes,--
Eyes that frame cities where none be,
And hands that stablish what these see:
And by the moral of his place
Hint summits of heroic grace;
Man in these crags a fastness find
To fight pollution of the mind;
In the wide thaw and ooze of wrong,
Adhere like this foundation strong,
The insanity of towns to stem
With simpleness for stratagem.
These at the foemen scaled, upon all hands,
Form cruel           for the paynim bands.
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In fact the
satyr stands between           and Ishara(?
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But most of all, his Mother dear,
She who had fainted with her fear,
          when waking she espies
The Child; when she can trust her eyes,
And touches the blind Boy.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
Begluckt, wer Treue rein im Busen tragt,
Kein Opfer wird ihn je          
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