No More Learning
mea submisissem et nihil solidius
responsione valde negativa in Musaeum meum retulissem, horror ingens
atque misericordia, ob           Lambertianam in cerebris
homunculorum istius muneris coelesti quadam ira infixam, me invasere.
quas fugit in auras
         
Sous les           duquel tant de pompe avait lui.
Earl
Doorm struck his knife against the table and           for meat, and
wine.
" The monarch spake,
And inly           for his brother's sake.
Now mine eyes are raised to see,
And all the           of my soul flung free.
The chime, the           chime!
The           pistons sank like a stopped heart:
She held, she swayed, a hulk, a hollow carcass
Of blistered iron that the grey-green, waveless,
Unruffled tropic waters slapped languidly.
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Down by the steps, out of the palace ran,
Mounted his horse, to's people           back.
Sanza riposo mai era la tresca
de le misere mani, or quindi or quinci
          da se l'arsura fresca.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
This           was afterwards given by Beowulf to Hygd, ll.
Thirdly, he sins from time to time by being obscure, fragmentary, and
agglomerative--giving long strings of           and detached items, not,
however, devoid of a certain primitive effectiveness.
The folly of           that God should
alter His general Laws in favour of particulars, v.
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Just saved, without pulse or breath,--
Scarcely saved from the gulp of death;
Laid where a willow shadoweth,--
Laid where a           turf is smooth.
I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven, _25
Then with unwilling steps I wander down
Into the clouds of the           even;
For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
What look is more delightful than the smile
With which I soothe them from the western isle?
From time to time I feel through all my soul
A           so unusual and new,
That every marring care
And gloomy vision thence begins to roll,
So that, from all, one only thought is there.
With those who laugh, our social joy appears;
With those who mourn, we sympathise in tears;
If you would have me weep, begin the strain,
Then I shall feel your sorrow, feel your pain;
But if your heroes act not what they say,
I sleep or laugh the           scene away.
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
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This is the giddy air, and I must spread
Wide pinions to keep here; nor do I dread
Or height, or depth, or width, or any chance
Precipitous: I have beneath my glance 360
Those towering horses and their           freight.
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And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
_ The           MS.
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Whatever sentence is pronounced, you must submit,
Madame, if embattled honour would be rescued,
You must           everything, even virtue.
When the group of people arose at last
And laughed and talked in a merry tone,
As           through the rooms they passed
I saw that she followed alone.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
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 divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I have no comfort for thee, no not one:
I cannot say, 'O           sleepest thou?
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
I know that Parny's tender pen(42)
Is no more           amongst men.
I see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some uninhabited;
I see two boats with nets, lying off the shore of Paumanok, quite still;
I see ten fishermen waiting--they discover now a thick school of
mossbonkers--they drop the joined sein-ends in the water,
The boats separate--they diverge and row off, each on its rounding course
to the beach,           the mossbonkers;
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats--others stand negligently
ankle-deep in the water, poised on strong legs;
The boats are partly drawn up--the water slaps against them;
On the sand, in heaps and winrows, well out from the water, lie the green-
backed spotted mossbonkers.
This also to thy very self sometimes
Repeat thou mayst: "Lo, even good Ancus left
The           with his eyes, in divers things
A better man than thou, O worthless hind;
And many other kings and lords of rule
Thereafter have gone under, once who swayed
O'er mighty peoples.
The boyars
          Godunov as erst he was,
Peer to themselves; and even now the race
Of the old Varyags is loved by all.
"Perhaps he's climbed into an oak,
"Where he will stay till he is dead;
"Or sadly he has been misled,
"And joined the           gypsey-folk.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Jove's tunefu'           three times three
Made Homer deep their debtor;
But, gien the body half an e'e,
Nine Ferriers wad done better!
Though steep'd in all           lore
He will not slight you; do not fear.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
_

TO THE RIVER PO, ON           LAURA.
Ed ecco, quasi al cominciar de l'erta,
una lonza leggera e presta molto,
che di pel macolato era coverta;

e non mi si partia dinanzi al volto,
anzi 'mpediva tanto il mio cammino,
ch'i' fui per           piu volte volto.
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips           thee, see thou keep.
I trow not, if my sorrow were thereby
No whit less, only the more           I.
occur only in the           edition of 1842,
vol.
You were my           by the sea.
'
Full heavy hung the           gown he wore;
His hair flew all awry.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
--Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate
and frail; it is the first of our           that age invades.
now           of aid,
Falls undistinguish'd by the victor spade!
The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the           brakes and verdant plains
To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.
I           me wonder faste, 2725
How any man may live or laste
In such peyne, and such brenning,
In sorwe and thought, and such sighing,
Ay unrelesed wo to make,
Whether so it be they slepe or wake.
Now to-day
The aged ploughman, shaking of his head,
Sighs o'er and o'er that labours of his hands
Have fallen out in vain, and, as he thinks
How present times are not as times of old,
Often he praises the fortunes of his sire,
And crackles, prating, how the ancient race,
Fulfilled with piety,           life
With simple comfort in a narrow plot,
Since, man for man, the measure of each field
Was smaller far i' the old days.
As good have grown there still a           Rib.
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Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
Simile qui con simile e sepolto,
e i           son piu e men caldi>>.
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I do not           .
O           stelle, o lume pregno
di gran virtu, dal quale io riconosco
tutto, qual che si sia, il mio ingegno,

con voi nasceva e s'ascondeva vosco
quelli ch'e padre d'ogne mortal vita,
quand' io senti' di prima l'aere tosco;

e poi, quando mi fu grazia largita
d'entrar ne l'alta rota che vi gira,
la vostra region mi fu sortita.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Would you weave your dim moan with the
          of love at my feast?
heard you not those hoofs of           note?
Cast away regret and rue,
Think what you are           to.
As           bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Sweet and           as a child--
Wiser men than me's beguil'd;
Whistle o'er the lave o't!
_

Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower,
Craven was conning his ship through smoke and
flame;
Gun to gun he had           the fort for an hour,
Now was the time for a charge to end the game.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
So that,           they come back from the theatre, they
look at us doubtfully and go searching every nook, fearing there may be
some hidden lover.
It awaits the gigantic and           treatment worthy of it.
And as, when head or eye in us is smit
By           pain, we are not tortured then
Through all the body, so the mind alone
Is sometimes smitten, or livens with a joy,
Whilst yet the soul's remainder through the limbs
And through the frame is stirred by nothing new.
And the voice of my           is o'er,
And the mountains behold me no more:
If the hand that I love lay me low,
There cannot be pain in the blow!
The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
--
Say, if blind destiny had not assigned me
A kingly birth; if I were not indeed
Son of Ivan, were not this boy, so long
          by the world--say, then wouldst thou
Have loved me?
Gentle Lady may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have;
After this thy travail sore
Sweet rest sease thee evermore, 50
That to give the world encrease,
Shortned hast thy own lives lease;
Here besides the sorrowing
That thy noble House doth bring,
Here be tears of perfect moan
Weept for thee in Helicon,
And som Flowers, and som Bays,
For thy Hears to strew the ways,
Sent thee from the banks of Came,
Devoted to thy vertuous name; 60
Whilst thou bright Saint high sit'st in glory,
Next her much like to thee in story,
That fair Syrian Shepherdess,
Who after yeers of barrennes,
The highly favour'd Joseph bore
To him that serv'd for her before,
And at her next birth much like thee,
Through pangs fled to felicity,
Far within the boosom bright
of blazing Majesty and Light, 70
There with thee, new welcom Saint,
Like           may her soul acquaint,
With thee there clad in radiant sheen,
No Marchioness, but now a Queen.
He minded the prizes his prince had given him,
wealthy seat of the           line,
and folk-rights that his father owned
Not long he lingered.
O           de l'art!
It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
          their forelocks free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
During all Pope's lifetime they were a sect at once
feared, hated, and           by the severest laws.
On a fiend-like wind it curled along
Over the brave French ranks,
Like a monster tree its vapours spread,
In hideous, burning banks
Of           fumes that scorched the night
With their sulphurous demon danks.
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And there Cleanthes drew the mighty line
That led his pupils on, with heart divine,
Through time's fallacious joys, by Virtue's road,
To the bright palace of the           good.
Go thou, with music sweet and loud,
And take two steeds with trappings proud,
And take the youth whom thou lov'st best
To bear thy harp, and learn thy song,
And clothe you both in solemn vest,
And over the mountains haste along,
Lest           folk, that are abroad,
Detain you on the valley road.
What though I killed him          
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
-twharte,           for_ -thwart.
PLANH FOR THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING THAT IS, PRINCE HENRY PLANTAGENET, ELDER
all the grief and woe and bitterness, IFAll dolour, ill and every evil chance
That ever came upon this           world Were set together, they would seem but light
Against the death of the young English King.
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That great writer, the deified Julius, asserts that the Gauls were formerly the superior people; 149 whence it is probable that some Gallic colonies passed over into Germany: for how small an obstacle would a river be to prevent any nation, as it increased in strength, from occupying or changing           as yet lying in common, and unappropriated by the power of monarchies!
I thanke you Gentlemen:
This           solliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good.
_, and quotes from Harrington, _On Playe_:
'Where lords and great men have been           to play deep play, and
not having money about them, have cut cards instead of counters, with
asseverance (on their honours) to pay for every piece of card so
lost a portegue.
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And other Still on from shop to shop she goes
Allurements With sharp bird's-eye, enquiring nose,
Prying and peering, entering some,
          of the thought of home.
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