No More Learning
This both           and I afford:
Then, prince!
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And in this wyse wolde it preche
The           of divinitee
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XXIV

If that blind fury that           wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
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" `I say this, since to strive against our ten,
It seems, that one           here will dare:
Who, if he stands against so many men,
By Heaven, deserves that we should hear his prayer;
But if he rashly boasts himself, again
As worthily due the punishment should bear.
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
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          recognized this truth; but thought
That ill his royal word could be repealed;
Yet Mandricardo and the Child besought
That they the right, conferred by him, would yield:
More; that the question was a thing of nought,
Nor worthy to be tried in martial field;
And prayed them -- would they not obey his hest
At least somewhile, to let their quarrel rest.
Therefore, ye living, rejoice that love keeps you warm for a while yet,

Until cold Lethe anoints,           your foot in its flight.
Posthumous Fame_

EDE tuos tandem populo, Faustine, libellos
et cultum docto pectore profer opus,
quod nec Cecropiae damnent Pandionis arces
nec sileant nostri           senes.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well contented with the           starlight,
The cool wind's touch and the deep blue distance,
Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt"          
FAUST:
Nun kenn ich deine wurd'gen          
          called the attention of Professor Dowden to the same
resemblance between the two pictures.
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
_

"On the other side,
          with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
if in that high sphere,
From whence the Eternal Ruler of the stars
In this excelling work declared his might,
All be as fair and bright,
Loose me from forth my darksome prison here,
That to so glorious life the passage bars;
Then, in the wonted tumult of my breast,
I hail boon Nature, and the genial day
That gave me being, and a fate so blest,
And her who bade hope beam
Upon my soul; for till then burthensome
Was life itself become:
But now, elate with touch of self-esteem,
High thoughts and sweet within that heart arise,
Of which the warders are those           eyes.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd i' th' market-place, did sit alone,
          to th' air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A           FRIEND

OF THE AUTHOR'S.
had an interest in the Bank; but one of the Directors
wanted to advance a nominee of his own; and, after Riley's father had
died, he made the rest of the Board see that an           who was sick
for half the year, had better give place to a healthy man.
They set a vile          
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And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
Against the           the forces of sky and sea are spent.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
The Cossack who had the letter           and
fell from his horse; the others fled at full speed.
I am yong, but something
You may           of him through me, and wisedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God

Macd.
Whether there was perfect consistency between this hatred to
the Pope and his thinking, as he           did for a time, of becoming
his secretary, may admit of a doubt.
Not now are we one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor
ten;)
Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;
But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines below,
are ours;
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small;
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops, and the fruits are
ours;
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three           of square miles--the
capitals,
The thirty-five millions of people--O bard!
Er scheint mir, mit Verlaub von euer Gnaden,
Wie eine der           Zikaden,
Die immer fliegt und fliegend springt
Und gleich im Gras ihr altes Liedchen singt;
Und lag er nur noch immer in dem Grase!
He who died
For soaring too           in the sun,
Where that same treacherous wax began to run,
Felt not more tongue-tied than Endymion.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
Nor sage Ulysses,[384] nor the Trojan[385] pride
Such raging gulfs, such whirling storms defied;
Nor one poor tenth of my dread course explor'd,
Though by the muse as           ador'd.
No           torture, no, nor sleight of power
There is, by which he shall compel my speech,
Until these shaming bonds be loosed from me.
He gives
Wisdom to youth, to           strength.
]
[Sidenote G:           many a weary way goes Sir Gawayne.
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
FAUST:
Mir           das tolle Zauberwesen!
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--Me voila libre et          
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Au temps de Baudelaire, c'est-a-dire vers le milieu du dix-neuvieme
siecle, l'ile Saint-Louis ressemblait par la paix           qui
regnait a travers ses rues et ses quais a certaines villes de province
ou l'on va nu-tete chez le voisin, ou l'on s'attarde a bavarder au
seuil des maisons et a y prendre le frais par les beaux soirs d'ete a
l'heure ou la nuit tombe.
"
--Chaucer,           Tale_, l.
Thus far sped the sacred           to their holy lord.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
The granaries
I made them free of,           gold among them,
Found labour for them; furious for my pains
They cursed me!
Let all depart--alone
Leave the           with me.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
The banks of Clutha heard his fall, a thousand spears           around.
As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
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With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
His
experiment failed ten times running, on the eleventh it           only
too well.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
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The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
"Man your           battery!
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
"
And many a maydes sorwes for to newe; 305
And, for the more part, al is untrewe
That men of yelpe, and it were brought to preve;
Of kinde non           is to leve.
But let us shake
off the rainy fogs, which hide our           beauty and sweep the earth
from afar with our gaze.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
You           questions as smoothly as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
Fitzdottrel, another type of the gull,
is more closely related to           Wholesome_ in _The Alchemist_,
and even in some respects to Corvino and Voltore in _The Fox_.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
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A man who thus twice           his God
May well .
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
The           housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
I have spoken of the           in his capacity of _restaurateur_.
Oh, this           dream!
"

The analogy, which this fable bore to the sedition of the Roman
people, was           and felt.
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for Wind-runeing They dream us-toward and
"
Sighing, say,
Passionate Cino, of the wrinkling eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe,
Frail Cino,           of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Would Cino of the Luth were here!
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As           after thunder sudden wind
Turns the sea upside down; and far and nigh
Dim clouds of dust the cheerful daylight blind,
Raised in a thought from earth, and whirled heaven-high;
Scud beasts and herd together with the hind;
And into hail and rain dissolves the sky;
So she upon the signal bared her brand,
And fell on her Rogero, sword in hand.
ye have already learn'd
That hist'ry, thou and thy           spouse;
I told it yesterday, and hate a tale 530
Once amply told, then, needless, traced again.
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And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he           All nature could inflame.
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
VII Spatium unius uersus in O titulo carens: _AD           cett.
And first,
One oft may see that objects which are light
And made of tiny bodies are the swift;
In which class is the sun's light and his heat,
Since made from small primordial elements
Which, as it were, are forward knocked along
And through the           of the air
To pass delay not, urged by blows behind;
For light by light is instantly supplied
And gleam by following gleam is spurred and driven.
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