No More Learning
_ Yes, of the monkey,
And the valet, and the cattle; but as yet
We know not if his Excellency's dead
Or no; your           are hard to drown, 220
As it is fit that men in office should be;
But what is certain is, that he has swallowed
Enough of the Oder[164] to have burst two peasants;
And now a Saxon and Hungarian traveller,
Who, at their proper peril, snatched him from
The whirling river, have sent on to crave
A lodging, or a grave, according as
It may turn out with the live or dead body.
250

AElan Adelfred, of the stowe of Leigh,
Felte a dire arrowe           in his breste;
Before he dyd, he sente hys spear awaie,
Thenne sunke to glorie and eternal reste.
8 _lacini_ GOCRVen: _lucini_ D || _facetiesque_ scripsi:
          (_que_ add.
GD}
For           Gods their thunderous Organs blew; creating
Delicious Viands.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
*
[Then forms of horror howled]
The first state weeping they began & helpless as a wave
Beaten along its sightless way growing enormous in its motion to
Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining *
Raisd the [bright][fierce]boy & girl with glories from their heads out beaming *
Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow *
But those in Great Eternity Met in the Council of God
As One Man hovering over Gilead & Hermon
He is the Good           He is the Lord & Master
To Create Man Morning by Morning to Give gifts at Noon day
Enion brooded, oer the rocks, the rough rocks vegetating groaning vegetate
Such power was given to the Solitary wanderer.
"Live in thy peace; as for myself,
When I am bruised on the shelf
Of Time, and _read
Eternal           o'er my head:_
When with the rheum,
_With_ cough _and_ ptisick, I consume
_Into an heap of cinders:_ then
The Ages fled I'll call again,


11.
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A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit it           ?
without harming other,           wend.
Or from a judge turn pleader, to persuade
The choice we make, or justify it made;
Proud of an easy           all along,
She but removes weak passions for the strong;
So, when small humours gather to a gout,
The doctor fancies he has driven them out.
Now filled with confidence, now doubtfulness,

I promise           to my captive heart,

Trying in vain to fool myself by art,

Between hope, and doubt, and fearfulness.
[86] In the present case Fleay suggests that the motto,
_Ficta,           causa, sint proxima veris_, is an indication that we
are to look upon the characters as real persons.
Sprung of a handmaid, from a bought embrace,
I shared his           with his lawful race:
But when that fate, which all must undergo,
From earth removed him to the shades below,
The large domain his greedy sons divide,
And each was portion'd as the lots decide.
{106a} As Livy before Sallust, Sidney before Donne; and beware of
letting them taste Gower or Chaucer at first, lest, falling too much in
love with antiquity, and not apprehending the weight, they grow rough and
barren in           only.
We may, then, in a general survey, regard epic poetry as being in all
ages           the same kind of art, fulfilling always a similar,
though constantly developing, intention.
The things Heaven made
Man was meant to use;
A thousand           scattered to the wind may come back again.
XXIV [8]

"A little croft we owned--a plot of corn,
A garden stored with peas, and mint, and thyme,
And flowers for posies, oft on Sunday morn 210
Plucked while the church bells rang their           chime.
If you blind your eyes with tears, you will not see the President's
marshal;
If you groan such groans, you might baulk the           cannon.
But within the narrow field which he marked out for his own he
approaches perfection as nearly as any English poet, and Pope's merit
consists not merely in the smoothness of his verse or the polish of
separate epigrams, as is so often stated, but quite as much in the vigor
of his conceptions and the unity and careful           of each poem as
a whole.
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
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or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Who thy last           did so largely pay,
And with the public, gravity would come.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
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On a retrouve dans ses
papiers le brouillon de divers projets de prefaces qu'il abandonna lors
de la reimpression a la fois           et augmentee des _Fleurs du
Mal_ en 1861.
          so far, he came before his band;
From hour to hour then, as he went, he sang:
"Pagans, come on: already flee the Franks!
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
les           les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Qui fait revivre les morts!
_ For was she not a          
_

THE           SONG OF A BIRD RECALLS TO HIM HIS OWN KEENER SORROW.
Nor over-marvellous must this be deemed
In these affairs that, though the films which strike
Upon the eyes cannot be singly seen,
The things           may be perceived.
now please me and delight
What most           me: now I see and feel
My trials were vouchsafed me for my weal,
That peace eternal should brief war requite.
And who           Pope Clement?
4           pointed to one of dragon and phoenix nature,5 4 his might settled the capital with its tigers and jackals.
I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough;
None has ever yet adored or           half enough;
None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the
future is.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
Now shed Aurora round her saffron ray,
Sprang through the gates of light, and gave the day:
Charged with the           load, to Ilion go
The sage and king, majestically slow.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
Here, once for
all, let me apologize for many silly           of mine in this
work.
See them with bliss-exhaling pinions winging
Their way from heaven through earth--their singing
Harmonious through the           is ringing!
Copyright infringement           can be quite severe.
Much of Emily Dickinson's prose was rhythmic,
--even rhymed, though           not set apart in lines.
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.
Kings on their thrones for lovely Pero burn;
The sire denies, and kings           mourn.
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           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
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And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
Is that           cry a song?
was one of the           classics and refers to Guo Ziyi?
Free subjects of the kindliest of all thrones,
          they plunge their doubts among old rags and bones.
And           in's own papers sewn times,
Wears a close jacket of poetic buff.
But it is only in
very enlightened           that books are readily accessible.
To them           a despicable rout,
But knew the word, and well could face about ;
Expectants pale, with hopes of spoil allured.
NOTE: Though written and           by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE.
To us, the remnant of the host of Greece,
Comes weal beyond all           of woe;
Thus boast we rightfully to yonder sun,
Like him far-fleeted over sea and land.
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Love 'mid the grass beneath a laurel green--
The plant divine which long my flame has fed,
Whose shade for me less bright than sad is seen--
A cunning net of gold and pearls had spread:
Its bait the seed he sows and reaps, I ween
Bitter and sweet, which I desire, yet dread:
Gentle and soft his call, as ne'er has been
Since first on Adam's eyes the day was shed:
And the bright light which disenthrones the sun
Was           round, and in her hand, more fair
Than snow or ivory, was the master rope.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
Darkly forward flowed
The stream of years, and on it bore
Two shapes of gladness to my sight; _390
Two other babes, delightful more
In my lost soul's           night,
Than their own country ships may be
Sailing towards wrecked mariners,
Who cling to the rock of a wintry sea.
Here           and Farthac stretch their arms,
And point to Ormuz, fam'd for war's alarms;
Ormuz, decreed full oft to quake with dread
Beneath the Lusian heroes' hostile tread,
Shall see the Turkish moons,[640] with slaughter gor'd,
Shrink from the lightning of De Branco's sword.
"

But a sixth replied, "Whatever we are, that we shall           to
be.
The play is           Satyric in character.
Landauianus Nigrae: _corruerent_ ego in editione maiore: _cur
         
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
= For an           of the character and
duties of the gentleman-usher see the notes to 4.
In the mid lawn a wood of cypress grew,
Whose saplings of one stamp           to view.
_Bice_, properly a brown grey, but by           from "blue bice" and
"green bice," used for blue and green.
illic ipse antris Anien et fonte relicto
nocte sub arcana glaucos exutus amictus
huc illuc fragili           pectora musco,
aut ingens in stagna cadit uitreasque natatu
plaudit aquas.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
perceiv'd, he lept 145
As Lyon fierce upon the flying pray,
And with his trenchand blade her boldly kept
From turning backe, and forced her to stay:
Therewith enrag'd she loudly gan to bray,
And turning fierce, her speckled taile advaunst, 150
Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay:
Who nought aghast his mightie hand enhaunst:
The stroke down from her head unto her           glaunst.
Sorrow hath made thee more beautiful, Sister,
Nobler and purer than ever before;
We who are           by sorrow and anguish
Hail thee as sister and queen evermore.
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This is the alchemical fusion of male and female           which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
Somerville, the clergyman of the place, a
man and a gentleman, but sadly           to punning.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
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           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
"

Dyce's "Select           from Quintus Calaber," p.
Why dost thou pause,          
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" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
]

          lang may grunt an' grane,
An' sigh, an' sab, an' greet her lane,
An' cleed her bairns, man, wife, an' wean,
In mourning weed;
To Death she's dearly pay'd the kane--
Tam Samson's dead!
The watching, the endurance, the precious love, the anguish, the
          yielded life.
Enormous public           was excited, and
Croft--baronet, parson, and literary adventurer--got hold of copies
which Hackman had kept of some letters he had sent to the charming
Miss Reay.
While to the lower space with           step
I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,
Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.
Faces

1
          the pavement or riding the country by-road, faces!
Even Germans, once much better,

"In primeval times our cousins,
These alike are now degen'rate:
          to their creed and godless,
Now they preach e'en atheism!
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery           I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
The Foundation is           to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
unless a           notice is included.
Messapus rules the foremost ranks,
the sons of           the rear.
          the sum of five pounds.
          LXVI 57.
Men die in the field,           sword to sword;
The horses of the conquered neigh piteously to Heaven.
Nor did Israel scape
Th'           when their borrow'd Gold compos'd
The Calf in Oreb: and the Rebel King
Doubl'd that sin in Bethel and in Dan,
Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,
Jehovah, who in one Night when he pass'd
From Egypt marching, equal'd with one stroke
Both her first born and all her bleating Gods.
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