No More Learning
Who vagrant transitory Comets sees, 5
Wonders, because they'are rare; But a new starre
Whose motion with the firmament agrees,
Is miracle; for, there no new things are;

In woman so           milde innocence
A seldome comet is, but active good 10
A miracle, which reason scapes, and sense;
For, Art and Nature this in them withstood.
What heavenly particle           the clay?
Knowest thou the shore
Where no           roar,
Where the storm is o'er?
"Princes protecting           and Art
I've often seen in copper-plate and print;
I never saw them elsewhere, for my part,
And therefore I conclude there's nothing in't:
But every body knows the Regent's heart;
I trust he won't reject a well-meant hint;
Each Board to have twelve members, with a seat
To bring them in per ann.
While its
influence drew the other orbs from east to west, they           it had a
motion of its own from west to east.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
_Tumult_ is one of the           of this word.
Wee lose what all friends lov'd, him; he gaines now
But life by death, which worst foes would allow,
If hee could have foes, in whose practise grew
All vertues, whose names subtile           knew.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Through the calm and frosty [2] air
Of this morning bright and fair,
Eddying round and round they sink
Softly, slowly: one might think, 10
From the motions that are made,
Every little leaf conveyed
Sylph or Faery hither tending,--
To this lower world descending,
Each invisible and mute, 15
In his           parachute.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With           words and courteous mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
          the clue to life can give;
Then wherefore hesitate to live?
' The pores
were           unknown.
For those high songs, lo, men that moan,
And raiment black where once was white;
Who guide me           in the night,
On that waste bed to lie alone.
These lands, they say, of old broke asunder, torn and
upheaved by vast force, when either country was one and undivided; the
ocean burst in between, cutting off with its waves the           from
the Sicilian coast, and with narrow tide washes tilth and town along the
severance of shore.
Then a damp gust
Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
          far distant, over Himavant.
That this might happen at Rome can scarcely be doubted; for
something very like this has           in several countries, and,
among others, in our own.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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is finally a symphony of           on the two great symbolic themes in
the work of Rilke.
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Full upon the crown it struck him,
And he reeled and           forward.
Aricia

And you think Hippolytus, kinder than his father,
Being more humane, will make my chains          
Now they begin to roar their terror: now
They wave and beckon wordless           things
One to another.
_
Up against the arches of the crystal ceiling,
From the horse's nostrils shall steam the           breath:
Up between the angels pale with silent feeling
Will the Tamer calmly lead the horse of Death.
When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs,
That the weight can no longer be borne,
If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims,
The wretch on his pallet should turn,

While the jail-mastiff howls at the dull clanking chain,
From the roots of his hair there shall start
A thousand sharp           of cold-sweating pain,
And terror shall leap at his heart.
"



IV

Yes, I have a           tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
I myself had no
knowledge of casting an           upon one so far away.
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In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
First shall the Sire, with thunder and the flame
Of lightning, rend the crags of this ravine,
And in the           mass o'erwhelm thy form,
Immured and morticed in a clasping rock.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, --

The           up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
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The hostess doth interrogate:
"He hath           us of late.
_lucent fans_,           wings.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and maintain an art
out of himself universal enough
to carry her daily vigil
to           immortality?
But let my sin fall not on me, but thee,
Boris, the          
That           to a country, in a bribed House of

Commons,
Should give away millions at every summons.
Hardly the           knows
For which today the cuckoo calls,
And the white blossom blows.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
And look--a thousand           with the Day
Woke--and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
This tablet has been erroneously           to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his literary life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et           aliis.
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory;
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so           his story,
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so clear,
And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
Making his style admired every where.
Who ever writes of Thee, and in a stile
          such a Theme, does but revile
Thy precious Dust, and wake a learned Spirit 25
Which may revenge his Rapes upon thy Merit.
So when I see this robin now,
Like a red apple on the bough,
And question why he sings so strong,
For love, or for the love of song;
Or sings, maybe, for that sweet rill
Whose silver tongue is never still--

Ah, now there comes this thought unkind,
Born of the           in my mind:
He sings in triumph that last night
He killed his father in a fight;
And now he'll take his mother's blood--
The last strong rival for his food.
Are we so made
Of death and darkness, that even thou,
O golden God of the joys of love,
Thy mind to us canst only prove,
The glorious devices of thy mind,
By so revealing how thy           here
Through this mortality, doth closely bind
Thy brightness to the shadow of dreadful Fear?
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
)
The King of France in a loud voice has called:
"Barons and Franks, good vassals are ye all,
Ye in the field have fought so great combats;
See the pagans; they're felons and cowards,
No           is there in all their laws.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement           the
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interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Mariana, the classical           of Spain, tells the story of the
ill-starred marriage which the King Don Alonso brought about
between the heirs of Carrion and the two daughters of the Cid.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
Car je comptai sept fois, de minute en minute,
Ce sinistre           qui se multipliait!
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which           gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
arms for him          
If she'll grant her love in measure,

My           I'll then declare,

And conceal it and flatter there,

Speak and act all for her pleasure;

Carefully I'll prize my treasure,

And sing her praises everywhere.
Horace says, _Ambiguam tellure novâ           futuram_.
Suavely down the sea-troughs settle,
Gravely breathe perfumes of prayer
'Twixt the           sea and air,
Bravely up the sea-hills rise --
Sea-hills slant thee toward the skies.
My master, sir, my Master Slender, sent to her,
seeing her go           the streets, to know, sir, whether one
Nym, sir, that beguil'd him of a chain, had the chain or no.
Sed postquam tellus scelerest imbuta nefando,
Iustitiamque omnes cupida de mente fugarunt,
Perfudere manus fraterno sanguine fratres,
          extinctos natus lugere parentes, 400
Optavit genitor primaevi funera nati,
Liber ut innuptae poteretur flore novercae,
Ignaro mater substernens se inpia nato
Inpia non veritast divos scelerare penates:
Omnia fanda nefanda malo permixta furore 405
Iustificam nobis mentem avertere deorum.
" said
The Doctor, looking           grim,
"What, Woman!
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
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gain,
          abides eternal must indeed
Either repel all strokes, because 'tis made
Of solid body, and permit no entrance
Of aught with power to sunder from within
The parts compact--as are those seeds of stuff
Whose nature we've exhibited before;
Or else be able to endure through time
For this: because they are from blows exempt,
As is the void, the which abides untouched,
Unsmit by any stroke; or else because
There is no room around, whereto things can,
As 'twere, depart in dissolution all,--
Even as the sum of sums eternal is,
Without or place beyond whereto things may
Asunder fly, or bodies which can smite,
And thus dissolve them by the blows of might.
When they have ridden merrily
round all the           of their gazing friends, Epytides shouts from
afar the signal they await, and sounds his whip.
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The dear           Duke did?
Gentle night, do thou           me;
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
--Ha, the radiant lid
Of Dawn's eye          
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
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I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
Thus with the Year 40
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet           of Ev'n or Morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledg fair
Presented with a Universal blanc
Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd,
And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.
yet, faithless to your kind,
Rather like noxious insects you are used
To           life's fair fruit, beneath the rind
Laying your creed-eggs, whence in time there spring
Consumers new to eat and buzz and sting.
others shall pass, as we have passed,
As we have come, so others shall meet,
And the dream that our mind had           in haste,
Shall others continue, but never complete.
When arriv'd,
Where underneath the gaping arch lets pass
The           souls: "Pause here," the teacher said,
"And let these others miserable, now
Strike on thy ken, faces not yet beheld,
For that together they with us have walk'd.
He was an early friend
and           adviser of Pope himself, who showed him much of his early
work, including the first draft of this very poem.
" The folly is           less to
write about them, and much did the poet and his friend write about
their own private affairs as well as those of others.
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Rang the refrain along the hall, the prison,
Rose to the roof, the vaults of heaven above,
Pouring in floods of melody in tones so pensive sweet and strong the
like whereof was never heard,
          the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing,
Making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and awe.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you           in men's eyes shall lie.
Until the marriage,           is still my love.
Pass'd on, and sate by faithful Mentor's side;
With Antiphus, and           sage
(His father's counsellors, revered for age).
" and I knew them
For souls of the felled
On the earth's nether bord
Under Capricorn, whither they'd warred,
And I neared in my awe, and gave           to them
With breathings inheld.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
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Pope may have been thinking of Lee, a           of
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