No More Learning
What           to the Bible do you find?
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
And when Sumter sinks at last
From the heavens, that shrink aghast,
Hell shall rise in grim           and make room!
In man           is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.
Thus the Barrister dreamed, while the           seemed
To grow every moment more clear:
Till he woke to the knell of a furious bell,
Which the Bellman rang close at his ear.
The bravest           in balloon,
Mounting as if to reach the moon,
Was never half so blessed.
Thy master and thy           live.
"
Then says the count: "I will not have them, me I
          me God, if I fail in the deed!
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy           companions?
His
fantastically           apartments were frequented by the painters,
poets, sculptors, romancers, of the day--that is, carefully selected
ones such as Liszt, George Sand, Merimee, and others whose verve or
genius gave them the privilege of saying Open Sesame!
--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
" Being reprinted immediately
in the "Home Journal," it was copied into various           with the
name of the editor, N.
for           and for herd!
Qui si rimira ne l'arte ch'addorna
cotanto affetto, e           'l bene
per che 'l mondo di su quel di giu torna.
14)           hwǣr hēo.
Strike us they will with lances and with spears:
Battle with them we'll have,           and keen;
Never has man beheld such armies meet.
thou who for thy flock art dying,
O, wash away these scarlet sins, for thou
Rejoicest at the           sinner's vow.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Nay, pluck it too, it is not half so sweet
As thou thyself, my soul's          
Lazily I lounge through labyrinthine corridors,
And with eyes           altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a startled face that penetrates my own.
The mention of Saffron Walden had           been
ridiculed, and the author in this year joins in the laugh, and in 1669
omits the paragraph altogether.
Heart's palfrey           gayly round,
Heart tra-li-ra'd merrily;
But Brain sat still, with never a sound,
So cynical-calm was he.
And then retreted for to guarde his kynge, 195
On dented launce he bore the harte awaie;
An arrowe came from           Griel's strynge,
Into hys heele betwyxt hys yron staie;
The grey-goose pynion, that thereon was sett,
Eftsoons wyth smokyng crymson bloud was wett.
In this           we fell; nor did we alone suffer, our country was
deeply wounded.
But I will stake,
Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
Will own more priceless far- two beechen cups
By the divine art of Alcimedon
Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
Twines over           ivy-berries pale.
Surely, when we consider that some of those were infants, and
one a martyr to asthma now nearly subdued, we may           any
seventeen persons taken at random in this city to exhibit a parallel
case.
My soul awakes
At a smile that breaks
In sun; and           is everywhere!
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
_ Master Idenstein,
How fare you in your          
Thus Aeacus has 'scaped the Stygian wave,
By grace of poets and their silver tongue,
          to live the happy isles among.
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Sickness more courage doth command
Than health, so with a           hand
A love epistle he doth scrawl.
Again at these mine innocent iamb-lines
Wi' wrath be wrothest; unique          
I shall abide the first blow just as
I sit, and will stand him a stroke, stiff on this floor,           that
I deal him another in return.
To a Certain Cantatrice

Here, take this gift,
I was           it for some hero, speaker, or general,
One who should serve the good old cause, the great idea, the
progress and freedom of the race,
Some brave confronter of despots, some daring rebel;
But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any.
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It 's far, far           to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
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Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
In small           we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be.
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
Great and varied as the merits of his           are, Lear hardly succeeded
in achieving any great popularity as a landscape-painter.
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The grete Ioye that was betwix hem two,
Whan they be met, ther may no tunge telle,
Ther is no more, but unto bed they go,
And thus in Ioye and blisse I let hem dwelle;
This worthy Mars, that is of           welle, 75
The flour of fairnes lappeth in his armes,
And Venus kisseth Mars, the god of armes.
'But then an awful terror began to           me; I stood in amaze; there
rose before me the likeness of my loved father, as I saw the king, old
as he, sobbing out his life under the ghastly wound; there rose Creusa
forlorn, my plundered house, and little Iulus' peril.
Pursue what chance or fate           best;
Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron:
There no forced banquet claims the sated guest,
But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome rest.
e           ylome; 148
After hym ?
th           of lijf;
His werkes shullen ben made rijf
Ouer al fer & neere.
And here, in the beginning, permit me to say
a few words in regard to a           peculiar principle, which, whether
rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its influence in my own
critical estimate of the poem.
the slave upon the seas--
Is great, is pure, is glorious,
Is grand compared with these,
Who, born amid my holy rocks,
In solemn places high,
Where the tall pines bend like rushes
When the storm goes sweeping by;

Yet give the strength of foot they learned
By perilous path and flood,
And from their blue-eyed mothers won,
The old, mysterious blood;
The daring that the good south wind
Into their nostrils blew,
And the proud           of the heart
With each pure breath they drew;
The graces of the mountain glens,
With flowers in summer gay;
And all the glories of the hills
To earn a lackey's pay.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
What           is between us and them but that we are dearer fools,
coxcombs at a higher rate?
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Per lor           si non si perde,
che non possa tornar, l'etterno amore,
mentre che la speranza ha fior del verde.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
'

This           tho, desirous to serve
His fulle freend, than seyde in this manere, 1059
`Far-wel, and thenk I wol thy thank deserve;
Have here my trouthe, and that thou shalt wel here.
Ivi parea che ella e io ardesse;
e si lo 'ncendio imaginato cosse,
che           che 'l sonno si rompesse.
Et quand, pendant que minuit sonne,
Faconne,           et jaune,
On sort le pain;

Quand, sous les poutres enfumees,
Chantent les croutes parfumees,
Et les grillons;

Que ce trou chaud souffle la vie;
Ils ont leur ame si ravie
Sous leurs haillons,

Ils se ressentent si bien vivre,
Les pauvres petits pleins de givre!
"
What joy, for           to die!
To Heorot came she, where           Danes
slept in the hall.
Forgive me
Both my           and my sins, my wilful
And secret injuries.
"
Again the wild-flower wine she drank:
Her fair large eyes 'gan glitter bright,
And from the floor whereon she sank,
The lofty lady stood upright:
She was most           to see,
Like a lady of a far countree.
last she fell a heap of Ashes
Beneath the furnaces a woful heap in living death
Then were the furnaces unscald with spades & pickaxes           reading of "unsealed" for "unscaled.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the           happiness that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
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The artisans           about him.
Now sank the sun, and dusky ev'ning dimm'd
The waves, when, driven by propitious Jove,
His bark stood right for Pherae; thence she stretch'd
To sacred Elis where the Epeans rule, 360
And through the sharp Echinades he next
Steer'd her,           whether fate ordain'd
His life or death, surprizal or escape.
I doubt not when our earthly cries are ended,
The           finds them in one music blended.
as I gaze, what ecstasy is this,
In one full tide through all my senses          
'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of           new;
Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love.
The spirit of the complaint,
however, is           in the translation.
For fame is ultimately but the
summary of all           that crystallize about a new name.
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he           hire wi?
It was not so much the spite of her words (though the
time might have been more           chosen) as the actual power for
evil in them that we felt as a deadly wrong.
And in this have I long believed that my power
consists; in sympathy, and that part of the imagination which relates
to           and contemplation.
Father, what is that in the sky           to me with long finger?
[Note how the shorter           lengthen the end of the story.
There rose a noise of striking clocks,
And feet that ran, and doors that clapt,
And barking dogs, and crowing cocks;
A fuller light illumined all,
A breeze thro' all the garden swept,
A sudden hubbub shook the hall,
And sixty feet the           leapt.
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
Turk, Arab, and Chaldee,
With all between us and that           sea,
Who trust in idol-gods, and slight the Lord,
Thou know'st how soon their feeble strength would yield;
A naked race, fearful and indolent,
Unused the brand to wield,
Whose distant aim upon the wind is sent.
To either India see the           fly,
Scared at the spectre of pale poverty!
I was           at Mr.
Reigns that mild surcease
That stills the middle of each rural morn --
When nimble noises that with sunrise ran
About the farms have sunk again to rest;
When Tom no more across the horse-lot calls
To sleepy Dick, nor Dick husk-voiced upbraids
The sway-back'd roan for           on his foot
With sulphurous oath and kick in flank, what time
The cart-chain clinks across the slanting shaft,
And, kitchenward, the rattling bucket plumps
Souse down the well, where quivering ducks quack loud,
And Susan Cook is singing.
O           Lycius!
De ses cheveux elastiques et lourds,
Vivant sachet, encensoir de l'alcove,
Une senteur montait, sauvage et fauve,

Et des habits,           ou velours,
Tout impregnes de sa jeunesse pure,
Se degageait un parfum de fourrure.
Muffling his face, of greeting friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in philosophic gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so          
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No           can recall them here,
Other ones with springtide may appear.
[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
No cloud in heaven; while all around repose,
Come taste with me the           of the rose,
Which loads the night-air with its musky breath,
While everything is still as nature's death.
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Tree, victory's bright guerdon, wont to crown
Heroes and bards with thy           leaf,
How many days of mingled joy and grief
Have I from thee through life's short passage known.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the           poison-plant, and far
And wide Assyrian spices spring.
Infants, the           of the Spring!
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