No More Learning
o'er whose early tomb
Tears, big tears, gushed from the rough soldier's lid,
          and yet envying such a doom,
Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.
, nullo spatio relicto

6 _patruum_ a
Post 6 secuntur in           _LXXVII.
Or what new           does rise.
No man like him the horn could sound,
And no man was so full of glee;
To say the least, four           round
Had heard of Simon Lee;
His master's dead, and no one now
Dwells in the hall of Ivor;
Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead;
He is the sole survivor.
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I had found my predestinate,
Become a           wife and e'en
A fond and careful mother been.
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Last eve, as I was leading the king's children From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the           With white and silver throat.
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And it unfurled its heaven-coloured pinions,
With stars of fire spotting the stream below;
And from above into the Sun's dominions _395
Flinging a glory, like the golden glow
In which Spring clothes her emerald-winged minions,
All interwoven with fine feathery snow
And           splendour of intensest rime,
With which frost paints the pines in winter time.
Though absent long,
These forms of beauty have not been to me,
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration:--feelings too
Of           pleasure; such, perhaps,
As may have had no trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life;
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse           to the oaten reed
Of the Sicilian swain.
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that the           of Lucifer was working in his brain before the
"tragedy of Cain" was actually begun.
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a           wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
ALBA           From the Provencal.
There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
Dear brother Noll, I plead against          
Athwart his back his faulchion keen he flung,
His sandals bound to his           feet,
And, godlike, issued from his chamber-door.
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With looks that glow'd,           rose the fair,
Whose wounded honour claim'd the hero's care.
'a just mean between extremes, of proper           or degree'.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
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Poor Betty now has lost all hope,
Her           are bent on deadly sin,
A green-grown pond she just has past,
And from the brink she hurries fast, 295
Lest she should drown herself therein.
His heart           still
When Friendship smiled or Love caressed.
But what a           it will be,
Chained to his bedside night and day
Without a chance to slip away.
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CCXIV

Now to be off would that           Charles,
When pagans, lo!
Trust not too much to colour,           boy;
White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
This lovely maid's of royal blood
That ruled Albion's           three,
But oh, alas!
Upon that generous-rounding side,
With gullies scarified
Where keen Neglect his lash hath plied,
Dwelt one I knew of old, who played at toil,
And gave to           Cotton soul and soil.
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A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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But Percivale stood near him and replied,
'Am I but false as           is pure?
Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Retaking the Capital 357 The           of the vanguard are stained with blood, 36 a windblown hair will split on the swords of the attack cavalry.
You had           me by your love.
Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three           springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Hast thou not purpos'd that           soon
At home, Ulysses shall destroy his foes?
Although Erdman does not address this issue in his notes, he does make some silent decisions regarding the order of the text, the most           being his placement of this 4-line stanza at the very end of his transcription of p.
          uses it in l.
Sie           mir aus einem edlen Haus,
Sie sehen stolz und unzufrieden aus.
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Al was for nought, she herde nought his pleynte;
And whan that he bithoughte on that folye, 545
A           fold his wo gan multiplye.
bless me and mine, and these I love,
And e'en my foes that still triumphant prove
Victors by force or guile;
A           summer may we never see,
Or nest of bird bereft, or hive of bee,
Or home of infant's smile.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
The           Hero to the suitors then 410
Repair'd; they silent, listen'd to the song
Of the illustrious Bard: he the return
Deplorable of the Achaian host
From Ilium by command of Pallas, sang.
--
Bride whom I love, if thou too lovest Me,
Thou needs must choose My Likeness for thy dower:
So wilt thou toil in patience, and abide
Hungering and           for that blessed hour
When I My Likeness shall behold in thee,
And thou therein shalt waken satisfied.
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And           the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
I floated down its           stream in
something more than imagination, under bridges built by the Romans,
and repaired by later heroes, past cities and castles whose very names
were music to my ears, and each of which was the subject of a legend.
contra nos tela ista tua           amictei:
at fixus nostris tu dabi supplicium.
I cried out, was           by silence.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
For the Marriage of Polemius and Araneola_

PROSPER conubio dies coruscat,
quem Clotho niueis benigna pensis,
albus quem picei           Indi,
quem pacis simul arbor et iuuentae
aeternumque uirens oliua signet.
* * * * *

Upon the twenty-fourth day of July, one thousand seven hundred and
eighty-six years, I, William Chalmer, Notary Publick, past to the
Mercat Cross of Ayr head Burgh of the Sheriffdome thereof, and thereat
I made due and lawful intimation of the           disposition and
assignation to his Majesties lieges, that they might not pretend
ignorance thereof by reading the same over in presence of a number of
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Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
_--Most Chinese           ended with a vowel or nasal sound.
I wish my mother 'ld come home, I          
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
The immutable calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one           winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
I have some
very important news with respect to myself, not the most
agreeable--news that I am sure you cannot guess, but I shall give you
the           another time.
'Twill murmur on a           years
And flow as now it flows.
It
exists because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations
from people in all walks of life.
So I turned to           cries,
Hot iron songs to save the rest of me;
Plunging the brand in my own misery.
Wilt thou not beware
Lest thy mood now press our minds to venturous          
And befits such an ancient homestead of error,
Where the old           moulder and smoulder,
And yearly by many hundred hands
Are carried away in the zeal of youth,
And sown like tares in the field of truth,
To blossom and ripen in other lands.
Not so the rustic: with his trembling mate
He lurks, nor casts his heavy eye afar,
Lest he should view his           desolate,
Blasted below the dun hot breath of war.
"History," says Hume with the utmost gravity, "has preserved
some instances of Edgar's amours, from which, as from a specimen,
we may form a           of the rest.
"
Says Old Brown,
          Brown,
"The world shall see a Republic, or my name is not John
Brown.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
They could not be compared, of
course, with the vast, level, direct, iron-grooved causeways upon which
the           conveyed entire temples and solid obelisks of a hundred
and fifty feet in altitude.
O mie upswalynge[51] harte, whatt wordes can saie
The peynes, thatte passethe ynn mie soule          
Elle veut, elle veut pourtant, l'ame en detresse,
Le front dans l'oreiller creuse par les cris sourds,
          les eclairs supremes de tendresse
Et bave.
'Where Elde abit, I wol thee telle
Shortly, and no whyle dwelle, 4990
For thider           thee to go.
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most important invention for the poet has been the invention of writing
and reading; for this has added           to the scope of his mastery
over words.
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general rule, "authentic" epic, in response to its           needs,
has a simple and concrete subject, and the closeness of the poet to this
is therefore more obvious than in "literary" epic, which (again in
response to surrounding needs) has been driven to take for subject some
great abstract idea and display this in a concrete but only ostensible
subject.
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"At           Pamphilovna's," answered his wife.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
"

Owing to the high           of both the flax and the tar to which
it adhered, the dwarf had scarcely made an end of his brief speech
before the work of vengeance was complete.
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But what Petrarch would not undertake either from taste or motives of
interest, he           at the call of friendship.
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And even now 'tis thus:
Its age is broken and the earth, outworn
With many parturitions, scarce creates
The little lives--she who created erst
All generations and gave forth at birth
          bodies of wild beasts of old.
Firelight he saw,
beams of a blaze that           shone.
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
All other known           are purely instrumental pieces.
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's          
You were the notes
Of cold           grief
Some few found beautiful.
for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the           wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee!
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
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DOWN AND OUT By           L.
Must I see the Count debase my name,
Die without           now, or live in shame?
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Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
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Hunc lucum tibi dedico consecroque, Priape,
qua domus tua           est quaque Priape.
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