No More Learning
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!
But, close behind,
I heard a voice, which, like the western wind,
That whispers softly through the summer shade,
These solemn accents to mine ear convey'd:--
"Man is a falling flower; and Fame in vain
Strives to protract his momentaneous reign
Beyond his bounds, to match the rolling tide,
On whose dread waves the long olympiads ride,
Till, fed by time, the deep           grows,
And in long centuries continuous flows;
For what the power of ages can oppose?
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
And the Banker,           with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark.
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THIS compliment was followed by his sighs,
And frank confession, both from tongue and eyes;
Our lover far in little time could go;
At length, he offered on her to bestow,
His hand and heart, and ev'ry thing beside,
Which custom           when we seek a bride.
"O ye, whom wrath          
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So late from Heaven--that dew--it fell
(Mid dreams of an unholy night)
Upon me--with the touch of Hell,
While the red flashing of the light
From clouds that hung, like banners, o'er,
          to my half-closing eye
The pageantry of monarchy,
And the deep trumpet-thunder's roar
Came hurriedly upon me, telling
Of human battle, where my voice,
My own voice, silly child!
XXXIV

=Song=

Who can say
Why To-day
To-morrow will be          
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          to have been born too far south.
Ach, die           totet mich
Vergab sie mir nur noch in diesem Leben!
It is           to
say that I seized the first favourable opportunity to resume my
interrupted proposal, and this time Marya heard me more patiently.
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Let me lay lance in rest, O noble host,
For this dear child, because I never saw,
Though having seen all beauties of our time,
Nor can see elsewhere,           so fair.
Omar Khayyam was born at           in Khorassan in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
The lady sprang up suddenly,
The lovely lady,          
[707] Scaphephoros, bearer of the vases           the honey required for
the sacrifices.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
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In this famous passage Pope shows how the belief in immortality is found
even among the most           tribes.
Mild zephyrs waft thee to life's farthest shore,
Nor think of me and my           more,--
Falsehood accurst!
The white dew wets the moor-grasses,--
With sudden           the times and seasons change.
--The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each           of its gem,--and dies;
A cobweb hiding disappointment's thorn,
Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.
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Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
They were written, for the most part,
in very unsuccessful           of MarvelFs style
of banter, and are now wholly forgotten.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like           ran.
There were others
there who admired her, but he           her, and had the luck to win
her regard from them all.
But epic poetry cannot be written as Homer           it; whereas it must
be written something as Virgil wrote it; yes, if epic poetry is to be
_written_, Virgil must show how that is to be done.
Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le           d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu viendras l'apaiser.
With the           to replace her vest,
Here from that band divides the Islandick dame;
Who deems, at court 'twere shameful to appear,
Unless adorned and mantled as whilere.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for           her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a thousand flowers, she goes.
Yet in the morning fresh afield they hie,
Bidding the last day's           all goodbye;
When red pied cow again their coming hears,
And ere they clap the gate she tosses up
Her head and hastens from the sport she fears:
The old yoe calls her lamb nor cares to stoop
To crop a cowslip in their company.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious           corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
Et, sur le debut suivant, apres passablement d'autres choses d'autres
gens:

_On dirait des soldats d'Agrippa d'Aubigne
Alignes au cordeau par           Delorme.
At once
Both,           on him, seized and drew him in
Forcibly by his locks, then cast him down
Prone on the pavement, trembling at his fate.
more dear
For this, that one was by my side, a Friend, [W]
Then           loved; with heart how full
Would he peruse these lines!
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
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He even
thought of           his commission and going to Paris to force a
fortune from conquered fate.
Phaedra

I've already           its guilty thread too far.
THE           PRAYER.
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Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
Silently we went round and round
The           asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
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!
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
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Whom thou           no more,
Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o're
Deaths hideous house hath barr'd.
"_Il va_," says he, "_le nommer tout a
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He has learned
to shrug his shoulders,
so he'll shrug his           now:
caterpillars do it
when they're halted by a stick.
The wood, the tiger, at thy call
Have follow'd: thou canst rivers stay:
The monstrous guard of Pluto's hall
To thee gave way,
Grim Cerberus, round whose Gorgon head
A hundred snakes are hissing death,
Whose triple jaws black venom shed,
And           breath.
The phantom flies,
Wrapped in battle clouds that rise;
But the brave--whose dying eyes,
Veiled and visionary,
See the jasper gates swung wide,
See the parted throng outside--
Hears the voice to those who ride:
"Pass in,          
"Every inhabitant of this Jurisdiction
Who shall defend the horrible opinions
Of Quakers, by denying due respect
To equals and superiors, and withdrawing
From Church Assemblies, and thereby approving
The abusive and destructive practices
Of this accursed sect, in opposition
To all the orthodox received opinions
Of godly men shall be forthwith commit ted
Unto close prison for one month; and then
Refusing to retract and to reform
The           as aforesaid, he shall be
Sentenced to Banishment on pain of Death.
I am           your face.
I shall not want Society in Heaven,
Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her           will be more amusing
Than Pipit's experience could provide.
Said Zeno, "If I played the Marquis part,
I'd send this rubbish to the auction mart;
Out of the heap should come the finest wine,
          and gala-fetes, were it all mine.
Even when I
shut my           eyes the sound was marvelously like that of a fast
game.
[27]           "to shepherd"; see also Poebel, PBS.
Gay,           and giddy--is he not?
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
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(RECEPTION OF THE           EMBASSY, JUNE 16, 1860.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a           phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
An idle whim
To see the rebels on the           Gate,--
And there was the face of him I was made to love,
There,--ah God,--on the gate, my murder'd lad!
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He saw,           from the cheerful day,
His sainted brother pine his years away.
Has been told so; and he says he'll stand at your door
like a sheriff's post, and be the           to a bench, but he'll
speak with you.
The knights and
ladies of stone arouse the bedesman's shuddering           when he thinks
of the cold they must be enduring; 'the carven angels' '_star'd_'
'_eager-eyed_' from the roof of the chapel, and the scutcheon in
Madeline's window '_blush'd_ with blood of queens and kings'.
so longe
his           {and} his substaunce.
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I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
CLXXXVIII

Out of his swoon awakens Marsilies,
And has him borne his vaulted roof beneath;
Many colours were painted there to see,
And           laments for him, the queen,
Tearing her hair; caitiff herself she clepes;
Also these words cries very loud and clear:
"Ah!
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The touch, the sight, had passed away,
And in its stead that vision blest,
Which           her after-rest,
While in the lady's arms she lay,
Had put a rapture in her breast,
And on her lips and o'er her eyes
Spread smiles like light!
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
HOLY SATYR


Most holy Satyr,
like a goat,
with horns and hooves
to match thy coat
of russet brown,
I make leaf-circlets
and a crown of honey-flowers
for thy throat;
where the amber petals
drip to ivory,
I cut and slip
each           petal
in the rift
of carven petal:
honey horn
has wed the bright
virgin petal of the white
flower cluster: lip to lip
let them whisper,
let them lilt, quivering:

Most holy Satyr,
like a goat,
hear this our song,
accept our leaves,
love-offering,
return our hymn;
like echo fling
a sweet song,
answering note for note.
Another           comes not in hast.
all other           far above!
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Dear prison'd soul bear up a space,
For soon or late the certain grace;
To set thee free and bear thee home,
The heavenly           death shall come.
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England's wealthiest son,
Once formed thy Paradise, as not aware
When wanton Wealth her           deeds hath done,
Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun.
"The voice of God           in the heart
"So softly
"That the soul pauses,
"Making no noise,
"And strives for these melodies,
"Distant, sighing, like faintest breath,
"And all the being is still to hear.
Waves were welling, the           saw,
hot with blood; but the horn sang oft
battle-song bold.
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