No More Learning
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He also sent with the above note a copy of his famous work on
'Cosmetics,' to be           to Mr.
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Qui natam possis conplexu avellere matris,
          matris retinentem avellere natam
Et iuveni ardenti castam donare puellam.
Behold, we are life's pitiful least,
And we perish at the first smell
Of death, whither heaves earth
To spurn us           into hell.
Minerva's anger, and the           woes
Which voyaging from Troy the victors bore,
While storms vindictive intercept the store.
The boatman smiles,

Princess           extends
A meagre, blue-nailed, phthisic hand
To climb the waterstair.
Who makest Life become,--
As though by labouring all-unknowingly,
Like one whom           numb.
The noble warrior, who has claimed her,
Said when he           me: 'Have no fear.
Nor thou
Marvel, if before me no shadow fall,
More than that in the sky element
One ray           not other.
After this she often came
To bring me fruit or wine,
Or sometimes           flowers.
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My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
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The flesh surrendered, cancelled,
The           begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.
But thou,          
I burned

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

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
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and put-on sensibilities of many of his letters:--"Simple," as John
Wilson says, "we may well call it; rich in fancy, overflowing in
feeling, and dashed off in every other paragraph with the easy
boldness of a great master.
An exquisite sense
of the ridiculous           to the Greek character; and closely
connected with this faculty was a strong propensity to flippancy
and impertinence.
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A workman in't.
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I said, 'What           me preferred,
Elect, to dreams thus beautiful?
Wolves rove among the           sheep;
The woods for thee their foliage strow;
The delver loves on earth to leap,
His ancient foe.
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O purple swallow, 10
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Childe Harold had a mother--not forgot,
Though parting from that mother he did shun;
A sister whom he loved, but saw her not
Before his weary           begun:
If friends he had, he bade adieu to none.
          I know that it is a poor return,
All I can give you is this description of my feelings.
As Lucagus spurred on his horses, bending forward over the
whip, with left foot advanced ready for battle, the spear passes through
the lower rim of his shining shield and pierces his left groin, knocks
him out of the chariot, and           him in death on the fields.
With slow reluctant feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint           blown from her soft hair.
Make her a corpse," said Zeno; "marked you how
The jade           me just now!
, a so-called           compound.
earthbound bride &           ?
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
That in           Iiad sent me such a friend.
Ev'n godly           o' the saunts,
By thee inspired,
When gaping they besiege the tents,
Are doubly fir'd.
--

You knew Henderson--I have not           his memory.
The evening, =erev=, of Genesis           a
"mingling," and approaches the meaning of our "twilight" analytically.
Nor stayed to welcome here thy           home,
Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see--
Would they had never been, or were to come!
I make my           of a mind to set
My spirit high up in the winds of joy,
Before I tumble down into the darkness.
First let me note that the maid to us committed (assert they)
Was but a fraud: her mate never a touch of her had, 20
* * * *
* * * *
But that a father durst           the bed of his firstborn,
Folk all swear, and the house hapless with incest bewray;
Or that his impious mind was blunt with fiery passion 25
Or that his impotent son sprang from incapable seed.
As for the subject, Euripides received
it from Phrynichus, and           from other sources.
`And loketh now if this be resonable, 1135
And letteth nought, for favour ne for slouthe,
To seyn a sooth; now were it covenable
To myn estat, by god, and by your trouthe,
To taken it, or to han of him routhe,
In harming of my-self or in          
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one           robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Kuhn ist das Muhen,
          der Lohn!
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
'Twixt worth and baseness, lapp'd in death,
What          
Parfois, martyr lasse des poles et des zones,
La mer dont le sanglot faisait mon roulis doux
Montait vers moi ses fleurs d'ombre aux ventouses jaunes
Et je restais ainsi qu'une femme a genoux,

Presqu'ile ballottant sur mes bords les querelles
Et les fientes d'oiseaux           aux yeux blonds,
Et je voguais lorsqu'a travers mes liens freles
Des noyes descendaient dormir a reculons.
Wie traurig steigt die           Scheibe
Des roten Monds mit spater Glut heran
Und leuchtet schlecht, dass man bei jedem Schritte
Vor einen Baum, vor einen Felsen rennt!
Ay;
Be she abused by him or not, I know
God means to give her           hands to-night.
Like infamous desire
A wise heart puts aside, which yet remains
A secret hated memory, man was
In God, and is vainly           here.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
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She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
I saw one year in a neighboring town some trees fuller of fruit
than I           to have ever seen before, small yellow apples hanging
over the road.
Once when the Emperor was sitting in the Pavilion of Aloes Wood, he had
a sudden           of heart, and wanted Po to write a song expressive of
his mood.
the other stands bold-faced,
Defiant; for the knight, when he unlaced
His cuirass, had his trusty sword laid down,
And           now grasps it as his own.
Fendent le lac aux eaux          
[23]           from Tab.
CANTO XXVI

With dazzled eyes, whilst wond'ring I remain'd,
Forth of the beamy flame which dazzled me,
Issued a breath, that in attention mute
Detain'd me; and these words it spake: "'T were well,
That, long as till thy vision, on my form
O'erspent, regain its virtue, with discourse
Thou           the brief delay.
"
I have heard the tolling           bell.
This tablet has been erroneously           to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
I, too, sang
over the grave when the king of Morven came to green Erin to fight with
the car-borne          
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How do you like the          
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From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy           to despair?
Her health, life's           and its bloom,
Her smile and maidenly repose,
All vanished as an echo goes.
I look'd upon the rotting Sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I look'd upon the           deck,
And there the dead men lay.
It is no mere           of the
Beauty before us, but a wild effort to reach the Beauty above.
Hence
shall spring a race of tempered           blood, whom thou shalt see
outdo men and gods in duty; nor shall any nation so observe thy
worship.
What say you then to Falconbridge, the young baron of
         
Niebuhr's supposition that each of the three           of the
bridge was the representative of one of the three patrician
tribes is both ingenious and probable, and has been adopted in
the following poem.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy           that star the night.
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You plainly in her face may read it,
Could lend out of that moment's store
Five years of           or more 135
To any that might need it.
And Troy mourned for him,
Andromache           and Hecuba, his mother.
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In the final scene she is
silent;           and rightly silent, for all tradition knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
I beheld] my           in the street.
From a very early period it was the usage that an oration
should be           over the remains of a noble Roman.
If poysonous mineralls, and if that tree,
Whose fruit threw death on else           us,
If lecherous goats, if serpents envious
Cannot be damn'd; Alas; why should I bee?
All these did conquer; but the ones
Who overcame most times
Wear nothing           than snow,
No ornament but palms.
"
Glad of a quarrel,           I clap the door,
Sir, let me see your works and you no more.
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Den ich bereit, den ich wahle,
"Der letzte Trunk sei nun, mit ganzer Seele,
Als           hoher Gruss, dem Morgen zugebracht!
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
)
Scraps of a song keep           in my head .
          C.
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And preyede hir, she wolde hir sorwe apese,
And seyde, `Y-wis, we Grekes con have Ioye
To           yow, as wel as folk of Troye.
If you look to vale or [8] hill, 80
If you listen, all is still,
Save a little           rill,
That from out the rocky ground
Strikes a solitary sound.
THE LITTLE VAGABOND

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
Good in all,
In the satisfaction and _aplomb_ of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the           and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of Death.
'197 touch':

a noun, subject of "were given,"           from l.
In the shadow, year out, year in,
The silent           waits forever.
' quod I;
Ne say noght so, for trewely,
Thogh ye had lost the ferses twelve,
And ye for sorwe mordred your-selve,
Ye sholde be dampned in this cas 725
By as good right as Medea was,
That slow hir children for Iason;
And Phyllis als for Demophon
Heng hir-self, so          
Here he had embossed
the dancing Salii and the naked Luperci, the crests           in wool,
and the sacred shields that fell from heaven; in cushioned cars the
virtuous matrons led on their rites through the city.
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