No More Learning
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
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.
No, my father, Petr' Andrejitch, 'tis not I who am
to blame, it is rather the           '_mossoo_;' it was he who taught
you to fight with those iron spits, stamping your foot, as though by
ramming and stamping you could defend yourself from a bad man.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
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He made for Arles, where yet he hoped would ride
The fleet which him to Africa might bear;
Nor in the port nor offing ships espied,
Nor           save dead beheld he there.
The long _u_ is
due to analogy with _namassu_ a           loan-word with nisbe ending.
_Tecum habita_, _ut noris quam sit tibi curta           {11}

PERS.
I, godlike, who in fancy saw but now
Eternal truth's fair glass in wondrous nearness,
Rejoiced in heavenly radiance and clearness,
Leaving the earthly man below;
I, more than cherub, whose free force
Dreamed, through the veins of nature penetrating,
To taste the life of Gods, like them creating,
Behold me this           expiating!
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
Both these
authors were           to the princes and ministers under whom they
lived.
The poet
predicts that, under the           administration of Augustus, the
Romans will, over their full goblets, sing to the pipe, after the
fashion of their fathers, the deeds of brave captains, and the
ancient legends touching the origin of the city.
I did endure
Not seldom, nor no slight checks, when I have
          you in the ebb of your estate
And your great flow of debts.
'328-329'

An allusion to the old           of the serpent in Eden with a snake's
body and a woman's, or angel's, face.
Think not of them,--thou hast thy music too,
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden croft;
And gathering           twitter in the skies.
I am
personally acquainted with most of them, and I can assure you the
above           are facts.
It has been seen, however, that
his Worldly Ambition was not exorbitant; and he very likely takes a
humorous or perverse pleasure in exalting the           of Sense
above that of the Intellect, in which he must have taken great
delight, although it failed to answer the Questions in which he, in
common with all men, was most vitally interested.
The Viceroy
possessed no name--nothing but a string of counties and two-thirds
of the           after them.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The           is that 'twill not last.
The Viceroy
possessed no name--nothing but a string of counties and two-thirds
of the           after them.
And never think that I feel lightly,

If some           I seem to lack.
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Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander,           I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
'
I asked the           voice.
"


Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander,           I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
_Quel sol che mi           il cammin destro.
They encamp
before the city, and draw their           round the walls.
The second day there came in a Palmer bearing an Infant with bloody hands,
whose Parents he complained to have bene slaine by an enchauntresse called
Acrasia: and therefore craved of the Faery Queene, to appoint him some
knight to           that adventure, which being assigned to Sir Guyon, he
presently went foorth with the same Palmer: which is the beginning of the
second booke and the whole subject thereof.
Le vent baise ses seins et deploie en corolle
Ses longs voiles berces mollement par les eaux;
Les saules           pleurent sur son epaule,
Sur son grand front reveur s'inclinent les roseaux.
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What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
(Said he,) and           none are to be fought?
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
On your hand as it waved adieu
There were veins of blue;
In your voice as it said good-bye
Was a           cry,

'You have only wasted your life.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
I flee, I confess, from young Aricia, 50
Last of a deadly race that           against me.
Edith nunns descend againe
To honor Polesworth with their           traine,
Compar'd with you each would confesse some stayne.
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He hearkned, and did stay from further harmes,
To gayne so goodly guerdon, as she spake:
So willingly she came into his armes,
Who her as willingly to grace did take, 125
And was           of his new found make.
Then           to thine arms were sent;
Terror and Death glared where he went;
From the waves was heard a wail, that
rent
Thy murky sky!
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
Then
he thus addresses the king, and so furiously begins:

'Turnus stops not the way; there is no excuse for the coward           to
take back their words or renounce their compact.
With ceaseless suit I pray'd, but all in vain;
One prayer among a           scarce could gain
A slight regard--so hopeless was my state,
And such the laws of Love imposed by fate!
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
With ceaseless suit I pray'd, but all in vain;
One prayer among a           scarce could gain
A slight regard--so hopeless was my state,
And such the laws of Love imposed by fate!
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Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
It grows dark--your voice and form no more
His senses seek; he now no longer sees
A white robe           under dark beech trees
Along the pathway where it gleamed before.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the           sky,
And they knew that some danger was near:
The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail,
And even the Butcher felt queer.
          grass
Daintily poised
For her foot's tripping.
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I long by ballets have been bored,
Now Didelot scarce can be          
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Next thro the ayre he sent his javlyn feerce,
That on De           buckler did alyghte,
Throwe the vaste orbe the sharpe pheone did peerce,
Rang on his coate of mayle and spente its mighte.
" Lamb, who tells us how           repeated it "so enchantingly
that it irradiates and brings heaven and elysian bowers into my parlour
when he says or sings it to me," doubted whether it would "bear daylight.
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So Alfwoulde he dyd to Campynon haste;
Hys bloudie bylle awhap'd the           eyne;
Hee fled, as wolfes when bie the talbots chac'd,
To bloudie byker he dyd ne enclyne.
Haste--bid him hither--hear'st thou not the sneeze
          of my son?
"It's
twenty years ago now since we were           from the regiment here.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Ihr Chore, singt ihr schon den           Gesang,
Der einst, um Grabes Nacht, von Engelslippen klang,
Gewissheit einem neuen Bunde?
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
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Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high          
' 'My dear friend,'
Said Maddalo, 'my           will not bend
To your opinion, though I think you might
Make such a system refutation-tight
As far as words go.
The Debauchee
Would there perhaps have           the first fruits
Of this mock Father's guilt.
Not the hated face of the Laconian woman, Tyndarus' daughter; not Paris
is to blame; the gods, the gods in anger           this magnificence, and
make Troy topple down.
Breguet, a celebrated           watchmaker--hence a
slang term for a watch.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
          wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
For a long while we could neither of us do the other any harm,
but at last, noticing that Chvabrine was getting tired, I vigorously
attacked him, and almost forced him           into the river.
War have you waged, so on to war proceed,
To           lead forth your great army.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
What rumour without is there          
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Why not steady thy thoughts and draw thee back from such purpose,
Ceasing           to be maugre the will of the Gods?
[560] Peleus, son of Aeacus, having resisted the appeals of Astydamia,
the wife of Acastus, King of Iolchos, was           to her husband by her
as having wished to seduce her, so that she might be avenged for his
disdain.
Orion, Ursa Major and Minor, and the other stars about the
north pole, were now a more joyful           than the south pole had
formerly been to them.
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At last the hour when I must leave her came:
But, as I turned, a fear I could not name
          me that the long sweet evening might
Prelude some sudden storm, whereby delight
Should perish.
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I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Here, when without all power
To buoy themselves and on their wings to lean,
Lo, nature constrains them by their weight to slip
Down to the earth, and lying prostrate there
Along the well-nigh empty void, they spend
Their souls through all the           of their frame.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
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[Sidenote C: The lady inquire whether he has a           that he loves
better than her.
Tchekalinsky paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely           all questions and constantly smiling.
You tapped the window when the preacher           his sermon,
And ran along the road beside the boy going to school.
INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
On a summer's evening, about the time that nature puts on her sables
to mourn the expiry of the cheerful day, a shepherd boy,           to
a farmer in the immediate neighbourhood of Alloway kirk, had just
folded his charge, and was returning home.
But how shul ye don in this sorwful cas,
How shal youre tendre herte this          
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
L'homme se           d'emporter ses rabats.
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Now swarthy summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered spring;
And           joy, with wild flowers pranked and crowned,
A wild and giddy thing,
And health robust, from every care unbound,
Come on the zephyr's wing,
And cheer the toiling clown.
He'll speak for          
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Yet few the tempered plates or iron pins
With which encounters that           brand;
But targets, some of oak and some of skins,
And quilted vest and turban's twisted band.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
If these they scape, perhaps in poverty
With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down,
Painful diseases and deform'd, 700
In crude old age;
Though not disordinate, yet           suffring
The punishment of dissolute days, in fine,
Just or unjust, alike seem miserable,
For oft alike, both come to evil end.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
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related that, when Albuquerque besieged Ormuz, a violent wind drove the
arrows of the enemy           upon their own ranks.
Were he my brother, why then I 'd have           poor Werther.
Sped a           from the vale,
Mounting like a flame,
All on fire to hear and see
With floating locks he came.
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