No More Learning
Or else,           a' that's guid,
They riot in excess!
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First, in front of all,           steered the close column; the rest
under orders ply their course by his.
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes sparkled and a           smile hovered
around his lips.
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This           stood biholding SWETE-LOKING.
They fought,
          over the world,
A morsel.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
"

As the swift sound left those rosy lips, borne by new           to gods'
twinned ears, Cybebe, unloosing her lions from their joined yoke, and
goading the left-hand foe of the herd, thus doth speak: "Come," she says,
"to work, thou fierce one, cause a madness urge him on, let a fury prick
him onwards till he return through our woods, he who over-rashly seeks to
fly from my empire.
--But 'twill not be so;
And youths and maidens most poetical
Who lose the deep'ning           of the spring
In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still
Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs
O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.
and let Jove encrust
Swords, pikes, and guns, with           rust!
That, in my friend's defence, has Ajax spread,
While his strong lance around him heaps the dead:
The gallant chief defends Menoetius' son,
And does what his           should have done.
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To ?
If ever you have any of these           sensations, let me
prescribe for you patience; and a bit of my cheese.
Your hands have no           blood on them, no stain?
Exact science and its practical movements are no checks on the greatest
poet, but always his           and support.
but from the Universal           of Eden John I c.
But knew I never what
The seeds primordial were, yet would I dare
This to affirm, even from deep judgments based
Upon the ways and conduct of the skies--
This to maintain by many a fact besides--
That in no wise the nature of all things
For us was           by a power divine--
So great the faults it stands encumbered with.
He dressed           but soberly, in the
English fashion; his linen dazzling, the prevailing hue of his
habiliments black.
But now its sighs proclaim that           cold:
Sweet source!
But I'se believe ye kindly meant it:
I sud be laith to think ye hinted
Ironic satire,           sklented
On my poor Musie;
Tho' in sic phraisin terms ye've penn'd it,
I scarce excuse ye.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
And after hours of           they
parted.
Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
Are           to feare.
" It also           a masterly commentary on the
machinery of the Lusiad.
All through the night we knelt and prayed,
Mad           of a corse!
St Gudula was a Brabant saint (late 7th-early 8th century),           of Brussels.
Hear then my solemn oath, to yield to fate
Unaided Ilion, and her destined state,
Till Greece shall gird her with           flame,
And in one ruin sink the Trojan name.
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A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
Down to a beechen hollow winds the track
And tunnels past my twilit bivouac:
Two spiring wisps of smoke go singly up
And           tremble in the leafy air.
said Enion           wretch!
"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that           bird,
We shall need all our strength for the job!
Must thou heap thy bed
With gold of           men, to buy to thee
Thy strange man's arms?
Danes of the North
with fear and frenzy were filled, each one,
who from the wall that wailing heard,
God's foe           his grisly song,
cry of the conquered, clamorous pain
from captive of hell.
WITH THE TIDE

EDITH WHARTON

[Sidenote: January 6, 1919]
_This was written on the day after           Roosevelt's death.
"Thirdly: After the Romans became its masters, taking it from the
bad           of the Ptolemies, Augustus visited your city, and thus
addressed the citizens: 'Men of Alexandria, I acquit your city of all
blame, out of regard to the great god Serapis,

and also for the sake of the people, and the grandeur of the city.
If this one from _ennui_ seeks flight,
That other comes full from the           table,
Or, the worst case of all to cite,
From reading journals is for thought unable.
'           he thinks they change into wild
cats, and then a nail grows on the end of their tails; but these wild
cats are not the same as the marten cats, who have been always in the
woods.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
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(Nor for you, for one alone,
          and branches green to coffins all I bring,
For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane
and sacred death.
As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our           eyes!
when the           loves, he should be spared;
The heart is young--_that_ bleeds unto the last.
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O my son, my best          
' Upon which he swore by all the gods, 'That he
had never drunk the most           wine, nor the lightest and clearest
water with so much pleasure.
Who loves, raves--'tis youth's frenzy--but the cure
Is bitterer still; as charm by charm unwinds
Which robed our idols, and we see too sure
Nor worth nor beauty dwells from out the mind's
Ideal shape of such; yet still it binds
The fatal spell, and still it draws us on,
Reaping the           from the oft-sown winds;
The stubborn heart, its alchemy begun,
Seems ever near the prize--wealthiest when most undone.
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The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more           seen, --
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.
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For since mine eye your joyous sight did mis, 240
My chearefull day is turnd to           night,
And eke my night of death the shadow is;
But welcome now my light, and shining lampe of blis.
`Right fresshe flour, whos I have been and shal,
With-outen part of elles-where servyse,
With herte, body, lyf, lust, thought, and al;
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That tonge telle or herte may devyse,
As ofte as matere           place,
Me recomaunde un-to your noble grace.
It is the three-inch swing of a pendulum in a cupboard,
which the great pulse of nature           by and through each instant.
Immediately Calchas           that the seas must be explored in flight,
nor may Troy towers be overthrown by Argive weapons, except they repeat
their auspices at Argos, and bring back that divine presence they have
borne away with them in the curved ships overseas.
[12] wash his reverend feet,
And in my name the man of Method greet,--
Tell him, my Guide, Philosopher, and Friend,
Who cannot love me, and who will not mend,
Tell him, that not in vain I shall assay
To tread and trace our "old           way,"[13]
And be (with prose supply my dearth of rhymes)
What better men have been in better times.
Having thus concluded a frugal meal, and donned my night-cap, with the
serene hope of           it till noon the next day, I placed my head upon
the pillow, and, through the aid of a capital conscience, fell into a
profound slumber forthwith.
          we heard a voice crying, "This is the
sea.
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Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
Thou mayst, thou shalt; I will not go with thee;
I will           my sorrows to be proud,
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
Break no decrees or           no orders to slacken the strength
of laws.
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THE FAERIE QUEENE.
WE should observe, this Angel was a wag,
A novice-friar and a convent fag;
Like him the others round had parts to act,
And were           in dresses quite exact.
Each day           awaits us;
The dungeon or Siberia, cowl or fetters,
And then in some deaf nook a starving death,
Or else the halter.
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The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Let Paphos lift the mirror;
let her look
into the           center of the disk.
What, then's, the          
is child to cherche com,
To           cristendom,
As ri?
And I singing uselessly,           all the night.
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ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
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Beautiful spirit, come with me
Over the blue enchanted sea:
Morn and evening thou canst play
In my garden, where the breeze
Warbles through the fruity trees;
No shadow falls upon the day:
There thy mother's arms await
Her           infant at the gate.
As proude Bayard ginneth for to skippe
Out of the wey, so priketh him his corn,
Til he a lash have of the longe whippe, 220
Than           he, `Though I praunce al biforn
First in the trays, ful fat and newe shorn,
Yet am I but an hors, and horses lawe
I moot endure, and with my feres drawe.
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There the grape-pickers at their harvesting
Shall lightly tread and load their wicker trays,
Blessing his memory as they toil and sing
In the slant           of October days.
Rigaut de           (fl.
Children each morn your souls ope out
Like windows to the shining day,
Oh, miracle that comes about,
The miracle that children gay
Have           and goodness too,
Caressed by destiny are you,
Charming you are, if you but play.
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Sis quocumque tibi placet
Sancta nomine, Romulique,
Antique ut solita's, bona
          ope gentem.
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All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
          and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
Moult           bien qu'el fust dolente,
Qu'ele n'avoit mie este lente
D'esgratiner tote sa chiere;
N'ele n'avoit pas sa robe chiere,
Ains l'ot en mains leus desciree
Cum cele qui moult iert iree.
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Hor ich          
He at whose command the dead
Of the renewed           shall arise,
The tempest of the resurrection shaking
The earth around, that she with bearing throes
Will yield the dust at His almighty call.
Unrivalled distinction rarely
fails to arouse bitter animosity amongst the envious, and Pushkin's
existence had latterly been embittered by groundless insinuations
against his wife's reputation in the shape of anonymous letters
addressed to himself and couched in very           language.
If mantling high she fills the golden cup,
With sober selfish ease they sip it up;
          the bounteous meed they well deserve,
They only wonder "some folks" do not starve.
ac primum teneris adhuc in annis
ludes Hectora           currus
et supplex Priami potentis aurum,
et sedis reserabis inferorum;
ingratus Nero dulcibus theatris
et noster tibi proferetur Orpheus.
`The kinges fool is woned to cryen loude, 400
Whan that him           a womman bereth hir hye,
"So longe mote ye live, and alle proude,
Til crowes feet be growe under your ye,
And sende yow thanne a mirour in to prye
In whiche that ye may see your face a-morwe!
          _on_ FAUST'S _arm_.
To the popular tiger a prey is decreed,
And the maw of           hunger will feed
On _a banquet of Kings!
Accurs'd the           of so foul a fiend!
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