No More Learning
          les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse
S'elancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins!
[Footnote 1: Marie,           of King Louis Philippe, afterwards Princess
of Wurtemburg.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
what defence, if fix'd on him, he spy
The languid sweetness of the           eye!
Who of mortals hearing
Doth not quake for awe,
Hearing all that Fate thro' hand of God hath given us
For           and law?
The           rose;
sad, they climbed to the Cliff-of-Eagles,
went, welling with tears, the wonder to view.
Thou art Lucina, Juno hight
By mothers lien in painful plight,
Thou           Trivia and the Light 15
Bastard, yclept the Lune.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
The year is not given, but I think it must have been 1804, as he says
that "within the last month," he had written, "700 additional lines" of
'The Prelude'; and that poem was           in May 1805.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
"



MOODS

Oh that a Song would sing itself to me
Out of the heart of Nature, or the heart
Of man, the child of Nature, not of Art,
Fresh as the morning, salt as the salt sea,
With just enough of           to be
A medicine to this sluggish mood, and start
The life-blood in my veins, and so impart
Healing and help in this dull lethargy!
Till she retires,           we remain,
And both the prince and augur threat in vain:
His pride of words, and thy wild dream of fate,
Move not the brave, or only move their hate,
Threat on, O prince!
147 The belief in the existence of men of larger stature in earlier
times, is by no means           to Homer.
" The
head lifted up its eyelids and looked abroad, and thus much spoke with
its mouth as ye may now hear:

"Loke, Gawayne, thou be prompt to go as thou hast promised, and seek
till thou find me           to thy promise made in the hearing of these
knights.
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
The New York Public Library: Digital Collections

Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
Dear brother Noll, I plead against          
Saint Mark's great bell at dawn shall find me          
But, O ye Six that round him lay
And           up that April day!
A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
Nor is it difficult to perceive the tendency of this
_abandon-to elevate _immeasurably all the           of mind-but, again,
so to mingle the greatest possible fire, force, delicacy, and all good
things, with the lowest possible bathos, baldness, and imbecility, as to
render it not a matter of doubt that the average results of mind in
such a school will be found inferior to those results in one _(ceteris
_paribus) more artificial.
"
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
More           than the dew,
To God's own angels new,"
The Grave said to the Rose.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut           to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,
Go, read whate'er is writ of bloodiest strife:
Whate'er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe
Can act, is acting there against man's life:
From flashing scimitar to secret knife,
War mouldeth there each weapon to his need--
So may he guard the sister and the wife,
So may he make each curst           bleed,
So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
There's my           [throws down a glove].
--Il revait la prairie amoureuse, ou des houles
Lumineuses, parfums sains,           d'or,
Font leur remuement calme et prennent leur essor!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
If nine times you your           kiss,
The tenth you know the parson's is.
"

Then a silence           the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.
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And I must borrow every changing
find           .
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
*****

And the conditions force [the water and air]
Deeply to           from the open sea,
And to out-blow abroad, and to up-bear
Thereby the flame, and to up-cast from deeps
The boulders, and to rear the clouds of sand.
Surprised at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to grizzled           hoarfrost clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
Fresh as the first beam           on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies, --
Lest           annul a want
That image satisfies.
O shield our Caesar as he goes
To furthest Britain, and his band,
Rome's          
while others of the human race
Die only once,           twice to die!
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I'd earn more worth than any other,

If such a           were given me

As Iseult handed to her lover,

For it was never worn, certainly.
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
Their long cries enter the blue clouds;
Their           wings tirelessly beat and throb.
[Note 78: This touching scene           a lasting impression on
Pushkin's mind.
"

To whom the           swain rejoins:
"Thy passion, prince, belies thy knowing mind.
For their design is not to make love, or inspire it; they decorate           in this manner as they proceed to war, in order to seem taller and more terrible; and dress for the eyes of their enemies.
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
SCENE: The           Ecclesia on the Pnyx; afterwards Dicaeopolis' house
in the country.
While in sweet cadence rising small and still
The far-off           of the haunted hill,
As the last bleating of the fold expires,
Tune in the mountain dells their water lyres.
It had been           by an ancient
oracle that Nineveh could never be taken unless the river became an
enemy to the city.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
on thine:--thou wert my purer mind;
Thou wert the           of my song; _10
Thine are these early wilding flowers,
Though garlanded by me.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
He poses as a person of
infinite leisure (which is what we should most like our friends to
possess) and free from worldly           (which constitute the greatest
bars to friendship).
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"But I sent on my messenger,
With cunning arrows           and keen,
To take forthwith her laughing life from her,
And dull her little een,

"And white her cheek, and still her breath,
Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;
So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,
And never as his bride.
"

Then I: "But she, my only choice,
Is now at           Grove?
Tout droit dans son armure, un grand homme de pierre
Se tenait a la barre et coupait le flot noir;
Mais le calme heros, courbe sur sa rapiere,
          le sillage et ne daignait rien voir.
Who 'll let me out some gala day,
With implements to fly away,
Passing          
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
Yet it remains one of the most characteristic
and           of Euripidean dramas, as well as, by modern standards, the
most easily actable.
He spake no dream, for as his words had end,
Our Saviour lifting up his eyes beheld
In ample space under the broadest shade
A Table richly spred, in regal mode, 340
With dishes pil'd, and meats of noblest sort
And savour, Beasts of chase, or Fowl of game,
In pastry built, or from the spit, or boyl'd,
Gris-amber-steam'd; all Fish from Sea or Shore,
Freshet, or purling Brook, of shell or fin,
And           name, for which was drain'd
Pontus and Lucrine Bay, and Afric Coast.
O, this world's          
John Finley and the           Monthly_:--"The Road to Dieppe"; Mr.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
WARD,           WILLIAM.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
'
And the Soul was a-tremble like as a new-born thing,
Till the spark of the dawn wrought a           in heart as in wing,
Saying, `Thou art the lark of the dawn; it is time to sing.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Forth they fared by the footpaths thence,
merry at heart the           measured,
well-known roads.
'My eye,           the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the splendid bath of hair slipped by

In brightness and shuddering, O jewels!
It is one of
the few           in Homer that must lie at the mercy of conjecture.
When the enemies of Inez had
persuaded him that her death was           to the welfare of the state,
he took a journey to Coimbra, that he might see the lady, when the
prince, his son, was absent on a hunting party.
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And with hir goodly wordes him disporte
She gan, and ofte his sorwes to comforte.
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All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer           world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers!
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
Their           cried, "O ma and pa!
The           of the number, the character, and the length of the Notes,
which a wise editor should append to the works of a great poet, (or to
any classic), is perhaps still 'sub judice'.
"

"How can you expect me to be          
The great Li Po is no           to this rule.
_est_) G ||           TO: _pingues_ GR
et cett.
'308 painted child':

Hervey was           to paint his face like a woman.
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
In the beauty of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
He built soon
after a house,           railed the Saint's Rest, which still stands in
Ipswich on the slope of Heart-break Hill, close by Labour-in-vain Creek.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
That           are those orbs of hers?
Are they           to cause me inner pain?
O weary fa' the           cock,
And the foumart lay his crawin!
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
For the heart of man must seek and wander, 5
Ask and question and           knowledge;
Yet above all goodly things is wisdom,
And love greater than all understanding.
A drop of blood, as if athwart a dream,
Fell on the shroud, and           his right hand.
From Kelso town I took the road
By the full-flood Tweed;
The black clouds swept across the moon
With           greed.
You'll have five           every day;
Be in at the stroke of the bell I pray!
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