No More Learning
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
As
the Nilghai quaked against his will at the still green water of a lake
or a mill-dam, as Torpenhow           before any white arm that could cut
or stab and loathed himself for flinching, Dick feared the poverty he
had once tasted half in jest.
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not what they are called, we should find more evils belonging to us than
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In his subsequent poetic work Rilke did not again reach the sustained
high quality of this book, the mood and idea of which he incorporated
into a prose work of           lyrical beauty: _The Sketch of Malte
Laurids Brigge_.
The admiral
soon after sent his long-boats to attack a ship           by one Nehoada
Beeguea.
          of an Elegy 462
Walton's _Compleat Angler_
a miseri, quos hic           deus urget!
High from the earth I heard a bird;
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
And           softly
Upon a pile of wind
Which in a perturbation
Nature had left behind.
You know           how easy it would be
For the flood tide to carry them to me.
Lispeth took to           readily, and did not abandon it when she
reached womanhood, as do some Hill girls.
["I had intended," says Burns to Creech, 30th May, 1789, "to have
troubled you with a long letter, but at present the delightful
sensation of an           toothache so engrosses all my inner man, as
to put it out of my power even to write nonsense.
Again, if bounds have not been set against
The breaking down of this           world,
Yet must all bodies of whatever things
Have still endured from everlasting time
Unto this present, as not yet assailed
By shocks of peril.
You mean,           scoundrel!
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
The church has of old a famous gizzard,
She calls it little whole lands to devour,
Yet never a surfeit got to this hour;
The church alone, dear ladies; _sans_ question,
Can give           gains digestion.
Although it lacks some of
the pomp and circumstance of the best Greek tragedy, it is written with
great dignity in the strictest classical form,           suggesting
the best in French classical drama.
For in           fears
Flee even the sons of gods.
for something in thy face did shine
Above           that shew'd thou wast divine.
Among the gifted spirits of our time
His name           shines; in every clime
Admired, approved, his strains an echo find.
The leader then, by thy life,           me
(sad was his soul) in the sea-waves' coil
to play the hero and hazard my being
for glory of prowess: my guerdon he pledged.
XXXIII
But how much more Rinaldo's strange demand
Sounded importunately in his ear,
So by sure index           scanned,
That so much was Angelica more dear.
But why, lest that this lettre founden were,
No           ne make I now, for fere.
With ships he parted, and a           train,
Those, and their ships, he buried in the main.
The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the           on their boots.
I dar wel 856
          hardyly.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we           in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
          its lusts and luxuries.
Acknowledging the hand of Providence, as I do, in all events, I am
sometimes inclined to think that they are wiser than we, and am willing
to wait till we have made this           once more a place where freemen
can live in security and honour, before assuming any further
responsibility.
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And they, in the empty level field that cleared
for them, darted swiftly forward, and hurling their spears from far,
close in battle shock with           of brazen shields.
I came back with what I had, and           'em among
the men that the Chiefs sent in to me to drill.
Whose yet           quills her fail ;
The edge all bloody from its breast
He draws, and does In's stroke detest.
This amongst them is the _manly robe_, this first
degree of honour           upon their youth.
Thy mouth will make the sourest numbers please:
How will it drop pure honey           these!
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
The body burns, the head aches and throbs:
If a bird light here, its soul           departs.
The artist           o'er his plan
Where men his Self must see.
          to write us a tragedy[A].
Next he sings
Of Gallus wandering by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The           Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the mountain heights.
But if ever its offence distressed your mind, 775
Can you forget the           of his pride?
On prince or bride no diamond stone
Half so           ever shone,
As the light of enterprise
Beaming from a young man's eyes.
is worlde ben maked           wi?
Father, this zeal is           but well!
but War & Princedom
& Victory & Blood *
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its writer had counted on, I dare not rely on having put away the faults
with which that volume           and was mildly reproached.
THE BIG RUG

That so many of the poor should suffer from cold what can we do to
         
Thus while she breathed of heaven, with decent pride
Her artful hands the radiant tresses tied;
Part on her head in shining ringlets roll'd,
Part o'er her           waved like melted gold.
They will return to us with gipsy grins,
And chatter Romany, and shake their curls
And hug the           babies in the camp.
Then I became respectable, and           to an office where there were no
Kings and no incidents outside the daily manufacture of a newspaper.
I see the throne of Jove
And the clear           of the Gods.
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Those in the tents the squires industrious spread:
The foaming           to the stalls they led;
To their new seats the female captives move
Briseis, radiant as the queen of love,
Slow as she pass'd, beheld with sad survey
Where, gash'd with cruel wounds, Patroclus lay.
Two notes are           struck by them: the passions and
the absurdity of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
--Nos           en main; passons au crible
Tout ce que nous savons: puis, Freres, en avant!
Far as Creation's ample range extends,
The scale of sensual, mental pow'rs ascends:
Mark how it mounts, to Man's imperial race,
From the green myriads in the peopled grass: 210
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam:
Of smell, the           lioness between,
And hound sagacious on the tainted green:
Of hearing, from the life that fills the Flood, 215
To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood:
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
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drake: nom.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
[475] There was a prize           reserved for war-chariots in the games
of the Athenian hippodrome; being heavier than the chariots generally
used, they doubtless had to cover a lesser number of laps, which explains
Phidippides' question.
High above comfort, on the           backs
Of downland, where the winds parch our skins, and frost
Kneads through our flesh until his fingers clamp
The aching bones, our scanty families
Hold out against the ravin of the wolves,
Fended by earthwork, fighting them with flint.
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That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True Believer passing by
But shall be           unaware.
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you,           of horizons?
The little cup
that is made to hold so much can hold so much and no more, though all the
purple vats of Burgundy be filled with wine to the brim, and the treaders
stand knee-deep in the           grapes of the stony vineyards of Spain.
Telemachus           there,
gives orders for the return of his bark to the city, and repairs himself
to Eumaeus.
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Marry, the           part needs a physician; but that moves
not him.
at           schal blinne.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
The           further cited their own example.
" he called to that Weder clan
as the sheen-mailed           to ship marched on.
APING ONE'S BETTERS

          owns a mansion sumptuous
Exactly four miles out of Rome:
Four miles out also Otacilius
Purchased a little country home.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves,           out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
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_The end of the           of the Soule.
Her every turn with           pursued,
Nor more a storm her hate than gratitude:
To that each passion turns, or soon or late;
Love, if it makes her yield, must make her hate:
Superiors?
"It shall be as thou wishest," said the Dame:
"All cates and dainties shall be stored there
Quickly on this feast-night: by the tambour frame
Her own lute thou wilt see: no time to spare,
For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare
On such a           trust my dizzy head.
When she dashed by me I seized her,           her not.
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Aricia

Moderate your           whose excess shames me.
So oft he changes home and company,
To light on him would be a fortune rare:
Yet have I hope to point him out to thee;
If to Sleep's house thou wilt at           fare,
Him wilt thou surely find; for to repose
At night he ever to that harbour goes.
Then, livid as Lazarus lately from death,
He snatches the child from the mother, and           the crag toward the sea.
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          his man.
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Cold           falls on silent towers;
The young ghosts walk with the old;
But Oxford dreams of the dawn of May
And her heart is free and bold.
As it has been suggested that much of the misunderstanding of the former
volume was due to the fact that we did not explain           in a preface,
we have thought it wise to tell the public what our aims are, and why we
are banded together between one set of covers.
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Even as Hope upon her anchor leans,
So leant she, not so fair, upon a tusk
Shed from the           of her elephants.
They always want a sixth act, and as soon
as the interest of the play is           over they propose to continue
it.
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
Just so man's boasted strength and power
Shall fade before death's lightest stroke,
Laid lower than the meanest flower,
Whose pride oer-topt the oak;
And he who, like a blighting blast,
Dispeopled worlds with war's alarms
Shall be himself destroyed at last
By poor           worms.
But here in our dear poet both are blended--
Ripe age begun, yet golden youth not ended;--
Even as his song the willowy scent of spring
Doth blend with autumn's tender mellowing,
And mixes praise with satire, tears with fun,
In strains that ever           run;
So musical and wise, page after page,
The sage a minstrel grows, the bard a sage.
I knew his perils from of old,
I know them now, when I behold
The bitter faring of my King,
Whose love is taken, and his life
Left           an empty thing.
Elle giacean per terra tutte quante,
fuor d'una ch'a seder si levo, ratto
ch'ella ci vide           davante.
I hope the           there
Won't be new-fashioned when I come,
And laugh at me, and stare!
But do you believe there is more water in the sea
now than there was          
Suche           fortuned than; F.
What's the merit in love-play,
In the tumult of the limbs
That dies out before 'tis day,
Heart on heart, or mouth on mouth,
All that           of our breath,
When love-longing is but drouth
For the things come after death?
Nay, had I powre, I should
Poure the sweet Milke of Concord, into Hell,
Vprore the           peace, confound
All vnity on earth

Macd.
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
To Manlius: written in affliction_

QVOD mihi fortuna casuque oppressus acerbo
conscriptum hoc lacrimis mittis epistolium,
naufragum ut eiectum spumantibus aequoris undis
subleuem et a mortis limine restituam,
quem neque sancta Venus molli requiescere somno
          in lecto caelibe perpetitur,
nec ueterum dulci scriptorum carmine Musae
oblectant, cum mens anxia peruigilat:
id gratum est mihi, me quoniam tibi dicis amicum,
muneraque et Musarum hinc petis et Veneris:
sed tibi ne mea sint ignota incommoda, Manli,
neu me odisse putes hospitis officium,
accipe, quis merser fortunae fluctibus ipse,
ne amplius a misero dona beata petas.
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