No More Learning
"

Then he cried aloud, "Who dwells in this place,           with me to
hold?
The           has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
The grass was never trodden on,
The little path of gravel
Was           with celandine;
No other folk did travel
Along its weedy surface but the nimble-footed mouse,
Running from house to house.
No view nor care, but shun whate'er
Might breed me pain or sorrow, O:
I live to-day as well's I may,
          of to-morrow, O.
Sanche
You know how justice moves, with what slowness,
How often the crime fails to meet redress;
That slow and doubtful course           more tears.
The Foundation is           to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
Fly then,          
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When Rollant heard that he should be rerewarden
          he spoke to his good-father:
"Aha!
The foolish boy           pulled his Ragwort, and
cried with the rest, "Up horsie!
Oft as by winding Nith I, musing, wait
The sober eve, or hail the           dawn,
I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn,
And curse the ruffian's aim, and mourn thy hapless fate.
'"]

[Footnote 5: "Since this paper was written" (adds the Reviewer in a note), "we
have met with a Copy of a very rare Edition, printed at           in
1836.
It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and           all,
That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.
Oh bitter wind with icy           wings
Why do you beat us?
Be Jove of all in heav'n my witness first,
Then this thy hospitable board, and, last,
The household Gods of the illustrious Chief
Ulysses, at whose hearth I have arrived,[74]
That, even now, within his native isle
Ulysses           sits, or creeps obscure,
Witness of these enormities, and seeds 190
Sowing of dire destruction for his foes;
So sure an augury, while on the deck
Reclining of the gallant bark, I saw,
And with loud voice proclaim'd it to thy son.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally           to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
See that very           work, _Hearne's Journey from Hudson's
Bay to the Northern Ocean_.
He           several passages in the 'Essay on Criticism' which
Dennis had properly found fault with.
Four years each day with daily bread was blest,
By           toil and constant prayer supplied.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Getting a Letter from Home 299 In the mountains under a leaky thatch roof, is there anyone still leaning at the window?
"
IL CUORE
Ronsard me          
--shake from your wing
Each           thing:
The dew of the night--
It would weigh down your flight;
And true love caresses--
O!
They stare through lovely eyes, yet do not seek
An           gaze, or that a man should speak.
II

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the           ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
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.
He then entreated the king not to reveal the           of
Emmanuel's letter to the Moors; and the king, with great apparent
friendship, desired Gama to guard against the perfidy of that people.
)
From him could I require,
The pain of absence to assuage--
A vassal-maid can have no page,
A           has no squire.
[9]

At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands           to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting           to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres humftins qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
Quae quoniam ad ueritatem aut propius accedunt aut possunt accedere
(uelut LXVI 25) quam _GOR_, ab alio fonte uidentur           atque hi
fuerunt.
Ich           dich mit heiliger Lohe!
J'ai suivi des mois pleins,           aux vacheries
Hysteriques, la houle a l'assaut des recifs,
Sans songer que les pieds lumineux des Maries
Pussent forcer le muffle aux Oceans poussifs;

J'ai heurte, savez-vous?
Perhaps; but it is more           to suppose that he himself does
not know why.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
To be tantalized with Images of sensual           which
must be renounced if one would approximate a God, who according to the
Doctrine, is Sensual Matter as well as Spirit, and into whose Universe
one expects unconsciously to merge after Death, without hope of any
posthumous Beatitude in another world to compensate for all one's self-
denial in this.
Of the two (if either were to be wished) I would rather have a plain
downright wisdom, than a foolish and           eloquence.
The flower and pride of our array;
And all the Eastland, from whose breast
Came forth her bravest and her best,
Craves           with boding dread--
Parents for sons, and brides new-wed
For absent lords, and, day by day,
Shudder with dread at their delay!
The feud she avenged
that yesternight, unyieldingly,
Grendel in grimmest grasp thou killedst, --
seeing how long these           mine
he ruined and ravaged.
de Allio: _y_(_i_           ne al.
And here's a song of flowers to suit such hours:
A song of the last lilies, the last flowers,
Amid my           bowers.
:           tot tibi_ ?
But when in his immortal mind he felt
His altering form and soldered limbs to melt,
Down on the deck he laid himself, and died,
With his dear sword           by his side.
Grant, O Zeus,
Grant me my father's murder to avenge--
Be thou my willing          
The honest heart that's free frae a'
          fraud or guile,
However Fortune kick the ba',
Has aye some cause to smile;
An' mind still, you'll find still,
A comfort this nae sma';
Nae mair then we'll care then,
Nae farther can we fa'.
Thee Chauntress oft the Woods among
I woo to hear thy eeven-Song;
And missing thee, I walk unseen
On the dry smooth-shaven Green,
To behold the wandring Moon,
Riding neer her highest noon,
Like one that had bin led astray
Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way; 70
And oft, as if her head she bow'd,
          through a fleecy cloud.
holding Thee in sight,
I'll drain this cup of gall,
And scale with step resolved that           height,
Which rather seems a fall.
amphitrionem_
RVen:           O unde in ed.
We need your           more than ever!
Know that if Sun and Moone together doe
Rise in one point, they doe not set so too; 200
Therefore thou maist, faire Bride, to bed depart,
Thou art not gone, being gone; where e'r thou art,
Thou leav'st in him thy           eyes, in him thy loving heart.
e           freke, ?
Love that is dead and buried, yesterday
Out of his grave rose up before my face,
No           in his look, no trace
Of memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and grey.
Ben Jonson calls the
former a "thrifty and right           game".
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
Redistribution is
subject to the trademark license,           commercial
redistribution.
For shame           from each loyal breast
That senseless rancour, against interest.
Whom thus afflicted when sad Eve beheld,
Desolate where she sate,           nigh,
Soft words to his fierce passion she assay'd:
But her with stern regard he thus repell'd.
the fair with anger cried;
Ne'er think of that: I'll say I had a fall;
Such accident a loss I would not call,
When Time so clearly on the wing appears,
'Tis right to banish scruples, cares, and fears;
Nor think of clothes nor dress, however fine,
But those to dirt or flames at once resign;
Far better this than           time to waste,
Since frequently in minutes bliss we taste;
A quarter of an hour we now should prize,
The place no doubt will very well suffice;
With you it rests such moments to employ,
And mutually our bosoms fill with joy.
"

          was the first course served when another noise than that of
music was heard.
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Ac Alexius was of god fulfild,
In gode           he it helde,
And ?
_ divinity) of the righteous is such
that no time can impair it, no power can diminish it, nor can any
          obscure it.
urimur_ G: _urimur_
RVenAC:           B m.
The times were big
With ominous change, which, night by night, provoked 535
Keen struggles, and black clouds of passion raised;
But memorable moments intervened,
When Wisdom, like the Goddess from Jove's brain,
Broke forth in armour of           words,
Startling the Synod.
But 'she turn'd to pray'
in such a sense is a hideously           construction and cannot,
I think, be what Donne meant to write.
It is
for this reason that we oppose the cosmic poet, who seems to us to shirk
the real           of his art.
A mad-pursuing of the fog-born elf,
Whose           lantern, through rude nettle-briar,
Cheats us into a swamp, into a fire, 280
Into the bosom of a hated thing.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
_ This
is a           stanza in a difficult poem.
ONE eve I went this charming fair to see;
The husband           (luckily for me)
To be abroad; but just as it was night
The master came, not doubting all was right;
No Cloris howsoe'er was in the way;
A servant girl, of disposition gay,
Well known to me, with pretty smiling face,
'Tis said, was led to take her lady's place.
A number of           references are best pursued by reading a biography of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later relationship with the actress Jenny Colon.
tu uero, regina, tuens cum sidera diuam
placabis festis luminibus Venerem, 90
          expertem non ?
A           was sent with presents
to Civilis and Veleda, and obtained all that the people of Cologne
desired.
There came and look'd him in the face
An angel           and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!
Strangely enough, that very night at the ball, Tomsky had rallied her
about her           for the young officer, assuring her that he knew
more than she supposed he did.
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Ah cannot wee,
As well as Cocks and Lyons jocund be,
After such          
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were           as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
'
While he was speaking he crossed himself, and when he had           he
drew the nightcap over his ears, to shut out the noise, and closed his
eyes, and composed himself to sleep.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
Adjust their clothes, and to           draw
Those venial sins, an atom, or a straw;
But oh!
That shy untameable enemy, one who 1220
Seemed           by respect, annoyed by tears,
That tiger I could not approach without fear,
Submissive, docile, knows a conqueror's art:
Aricia has found the pathway to his heart.
--
Yet silenced cannot be this throbbing
Which           alone dispels.
Foremost he {21a} fared, a few at his side
of the wiser men, the ways to scan,
till he found in a flash the           hill
hanging over the hoary rock,
a woful wood: the waves below
were dyed in blood.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Before them lay
The sleeping Mahaud--and not far away
The fatal pit, near which the           knight
With evil Emperor must contend for right,
Though weaponless he was.
]

[Footnote 15:           of snow.
Queen Leonora, treated
with indifference by her           and son-in-law, resolved on the murder
of the latter, but the plot was discovered, and she was sent prisoner to
Castile.
The manner in which this           was accomplished is one of the
most satisfactory evidences of Pope's artistic genius.
-- A greater ne'er saw I
of           in world than is one of you, --
yon hero in harness!
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a           (laughter), and his Bacchanalian experiences have
been repeated in later days even with the great poets.
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And if           the chickadee
Lisp a faint note anon,
The snow is summer's canopy,
Which she herself put on.
For ever it has been that           in their turn were mourned,
Saint and Sage,--all alike are trapped.
TO MY CHILDREN

Jaya Surya, aetat 4

Golden sun of victory, born
In my life's           morn,
In my lambent sky of love,
May your growing glory prove
Sacred to your consecration,
To my heart and to my nation.
XXIX

All that the           once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of Lysippus comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
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LII


Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine,
A fold in the           forests of fir,
Cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore!
I moved my fingers off
As           as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
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