No More Learning
Etienne Carjat, le photographe poete de qui le           etait l'ami
litteraire et artistique, s'interposa trop vite et trop vivement a mon
gre, traitant l'interrupteur de gamin.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity           no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
er           mylde & meke,
& bad hem vp arise, & seke
A godes man of rome, 363
'?
Another vain           covets fame in eloquence.
The world of art is an ideal world,--
The world I love, and that I fain would live in;
So speak to me of artists and of art,
Of all the painters, sculptors, and musicians
That now           Rome.
The
images are portrayed with the           intensity of impressionistic
technique.
'Twas once & _only_ once & the wild hour
From my rememberance shall not pass--some power
Or spell had bound me--'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night & left behind
Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my           in her lofty noon
Too coldly--or the stars--howe'er it was
That dream was as that night wind--let it pass.
Quare hinc, o pueri, malas           rapinas.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
Tell me where
Was          
You           your orders at the foot of Taibai, you will gallop your horse to beside Chou Pool.
And their friends, the           heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
Or ache with tremendous          
And besides, to the           Tree
Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
And all of them said, "We humbly beg
We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
Mr.
For,
by that assiduity, Arrius raised himself from a low           to
wealth and honours, and was even ranked in the number of orators,
though void of learning, and without genius, or abilities.
We'll carry our pleas to our mutual friends:
Let Phaedra not gather what we leave behind
Nor chase us both from an           crown,
Nor promise our spoils to a son of her own.
And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird mysteries And give you           terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
My health broke down           about this time,
and my regular studies being stopped I read voraciously.
"Tell him night           before we finished,
And the old clock kept neighing 'day!
In sooth, 'twere sad to thwart their noble aim
Who strike, blest          
But when loud-thund'ring Jove that voyage dire
Ordain'd, which loos'd the knees of many a Greek,
Then, to           and me they gave
The charge of all their fleet, which how to avoid
We found not, so importunate the cry 290
Of the whole host impell'd us to the task.
Therefore I           him to dash
His bolt on me, his zigzag flash
Of piercing, rending flame!
Then, what word
Of answer from your wreck when I demand
Account of          
They may have some edging or           of a
scholar, a welt or so; but it is no more.
She feared--she felt that           ill
Lay on her soul, so deep and chill;
That there was sin and shame she knew, 370
That some one was to die--but who?
--The next thing to the stature, is the figure and feature in
language--that is, whether it be round and straight, which consists of
short and succinct periods,           and polished; or square and firm,
which is to have equal and strong parts everywhere answerable, and
weighed.
MATTHEW: True, captain, I           you.
Sorrow is like a fruit: God doth not           weigh
Earthward the branch strong yet but for the blossoming.
_

For, as against a           sea one steers,
He battled vainly with the surging years;
While ever Jessamine must watch and pine,
Her vision bounded by the bleak sea-line.
The route which
we took to the Chaudiere did not afford us those views of Quebec which
we had expected, and the country and inhabitants appeared less
interesting to a           than those we had seen.
They lasted
three days; the second being the Feast of Cups, a           of which is
to be found at the end of this comedy, the third the Feast of Pans.
If weak the pleasure that from these can spring,
The fear to want them is as weak a thing:
Whether we dread, or whether we desire,
In either case, believe me, we admire;
Whether we joy or grieve, the same the curse,
Surprised at better, or           at worse.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
Not proven, who swept the dust of ruined Rome
From off the           of the realm, and crushed
The Idolaters, and made the people free?
Shal           be your governeresse?
"

"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
"Only a           kissing the cook," said Maisie.
That copy           about twenty stanzas at the end of
Duan First, which he cancelled when he came to print the price in
his Kilmarnock volume.
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that           dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
Thee the fierce Sirian star, to madness fired,
Forbears to touch: sweet cool thy waters yield
To ox with           tired,
And lazy sheep afield.
          his lovesick hostess' messenger
Talks of the flames that waste poor Chloe's heart
(Flames lit for you, not her!
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and though the stars be dim,
Yet let us think upon the vernal showers
That gladden the green earth, and we shall find
A           in the dimness of the stars.
"Within the pearl, that now           us,
Shines Romeo's light, whose goodly deed and fair
Met ill acceptance.
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Let them sing it loud and long,
We lift our hearts in a loftier song:
We lift our hearts to Heaven above,
Singing the glory of her we love,--
         
For each           instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
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Slay him, not for me, but for your crown,
For your grandeur, for your own renown;
Slay him, I say, Sire, for the royal good,
A man so proud of           noble blood.
Is that           cry a song?
"These warlike chiefs, the sons of thy renown,
And thousands more, O VASCO, doom'd to crown
Thy           toils, shall through these seas unfold
Their victor-standards blaz'd with Indian gold;
And in the bosom of our flow'ry isle,
Embath'd in joy shall o'er their labours smile.
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I have           all day for a grain of some sort, and
there is none to be found.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
Church, "to be a
veiled           of moral philosophy.
But,           of Ulysses, thou hast pass'd
All credence; I at least can give thee none.
"

The goddess spoke: the rolling waves unclose;
Then down the steep she plunged from whence she rose,
And left him sorrowing on the lonely coast,
In wild           for the fair he lost.
But for this           Arnold might have
triumphed in his assault on Quebec.
No--no--yet pause--thou must not yet go forth;
Thy mind and body are alike unfit
To trust each other, for some hours, at least;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide--
But          
'

In vain we roared; in vain we tried
To rouse her into laughter:
Her pensive glances wandered wide
From           to rafter--
"_Tier upon tier!
"
Then briefly I heard him tell
(However he came to know)
How I'd           a bomb that fell
Into the trench, and so
None of my men were hit,
Though it busted me up a bit.
Pain or pleasure transported her, and the whole of pain or
pleasure might be held in a flower's cup or the           frown of
a friend.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
But over it all a pleasure went
Of carven delicate ornament,
Wreathing up like ravishment,
Mentioning in sculptures twined
The           Love hath in his mind;
And like delighted senses were
The windows, and the columns there
Made the following sight to ache
As the heart that did them make.
A demon constellation shook the Pole Star, the aura of killing lay level over the           tombs.
The people _will           the nobles, and the result is a thorough
diffusion of the proper feeling.
If I           myself,
I have written neither for profit nor for fame.
We are not many--we who pressed
Beside the brave who fell that day;
But who of us has not confessed
He'd rather share their warrior rest
Than not have been at          
          between the two peoples
have been strained before.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
th:
In           he wil gon,
To bien awreke of oure fon.
Lo, I that pour these           for men now dead,
Call on my father, who yet holds in ruth
Me and mine own Orestes, _Father, speak--
How shall thy children rule thine halls again?
For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's           known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe--provided he minds his nose.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
"[92]

[92]           said that it was not till _sixty_ that "his ears obeyed
him.
Mon ame dans tes mains n'est pas un vain jouet,
Et ta           est infinie.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
_Fleech_, to           in a flattering manner.
CXXII

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain,
Beyond all date; even to eternity:
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to raz'd           yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
Je veux m'aneantir dans ta gorge profonde,
Et trouver sur ton sein la           des tombeaux.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
[35] Probably           variant of _edir_.
This power of
rapidly           a dry fact into flesh and blood and the vivid
conception of Joe as a human thermometer strike me as showing a poetic
sense that may be refined into faculty.
,           of the four seasons and rules to
know the weather, and during the latter half of the century an
astrological prediction and "scheme" of the ensuing year.
Prom thousand           came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
And he that           it gladly, 7515
He is no good man, sikerly.
Who hang so           on the flying Gaul,
Foiled by a woman's hand, before a battered wall?
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The man who spoke
When we were at the           Gate that day.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his           soul,
But hurriedly they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
Yet the admission is made with a smile,
and more than one           is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
Nor Courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dar'd an Oath, nor           a Lie.
Now
tell me, if I have           a means of ending the war, will you all
second me?
XXXIII

Ere long they come, where that same wicked wight
His dwelling has, low in an hollow cave, 290
Farre underneath a craggie clift ypight,
Darke, dolefull, drearie, like a greedy grave,
That still for carrion           doth crave:
On top whereof aye dwelt the ghastly Owle,?
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