No More Learning
It whirred like the water at a mill, and rushed and re-echoed,
          to hear.
why melt your voice
In           strains, because the perjured fair
Has made a younger choice?
THE SUMMONS

A sterner errand to the silken troop
Has quenched the uneasy blush that warmed my cheek;
I am commissioned in my day of joy
To leave my woods and streams and the sweet sloth
Of prayer and song that were my dear delight,
To leave the rudeness of my           life,
Sweet twilight walks and midnight solitude
And kind acquaintance with the morning stars
And the glad hey-day of my household hours,
The innocent mirth which sweetens daily bread,
Railing in love to those who rail again,
By mind's industry sharpening the love of life--
Books, Muses, Study, fireside, friends and love,
I loved ye with true love, so fare ye well!
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
And when he raised it           once and tried
The creepy edge of it with wary touch,
And viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,
Only disinterestedly to decide
It needed a turn more, I could have cried
Wasn't there danger of a turn too much?
enne such a           glam of gedered rachche3
Ros, ?
Non fur piu tosto dentro a me venute
queste parole brievi, ch'io compresi
me           di sopr' a mia virtute;

e di novella vista mi raccesi
tale, che nulla luce e tanto mera,
che li occhi miei non si fosser difesi;

e vidi lume in forma di rivera
fulvido di fulgore, intra due rive
dipinte di mirabil primavera.
340

For, Norcie, could thie myghte and skilfulle lore
          thee from the doom of Alfwold's speere;
Couldste thou not kenne, most skyll'd Astrelagoure.
Soon as returning life regains its seat,
And his breath lengthens, and his pulses beat:
"Yes, I believe (he cries)           Jove!
XII

All of those greats: Alexander, Caesar and Henry and Fredrick,

Gladly would share with me half of their hard fought renown,

Could I but grant them my bed for one single night, and its comfort,

But the poor           are held stark in cold Orkian grip.
for whensoe'er the sire
Breathed forth           fire--
What time his household overflowed the measure
Of bliss and health and treasure--
His children's children read the reckoning plain,
At last, in tears and pain.
enne gedere3 he to           with ?
John's Vale and the Vale of Keswick seen
by day-break--'Skiddaw touched with rosy light,' and the prospect from
Nathdale Fell 'hoar with the frost-like dews of dawn:' thus giving a
beautiful and well-contrasted Panorama, produced by the most delicate
and           strokes of the pencil.
"
Thus with emotion he asked, and together           the children,
"Yes!
HEROLD:
Dass die           golden sei,
Solln funfzig Jahr sein voruber;
Aber ist der Streit vorbei,
Das golden ist mir lieber.
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plague of all          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Each bristl'd hair stood like a stake,
When wi' an eldritch, stoor quaick--quaick--
Amang the springs,
Awa ye squatter'd, like a drake,
On           wings.
          in hollow shells.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
No portion where the maidens throng to praise
Castor--my Castor, whom in ancient days,
Ere he passed from us and men worshipped him,
They named my          
The chain of iron, the           sword,
It yields and shivers at thy word;
Thy heart is as the rock, and knows
No ruth, nor turning.
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Pleases the bevy unwed with feigned           to accuse thee.
Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
Too sullied for the hell
To which the law           him.
10
Why are Selene's white horses
So long          
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
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Thou hast her: may no god           your joy.
Another placed
The silver stands, with golden           graced:
With dulcet beverage this the beaker crown'd,
Fair in the midst, with gilded cups around:
That in the tripod o'er the kindled pile
The water pours; the bubbling waters boil;
An ample vase receives the smoking wave;
And, in the bath prepared, my limbs I lave:
Reviving sweets repair the mind's decay,
And take the painful sense of toil away.
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
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Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
A fever burns me, Phaon; 5
My knees quake on the threshold,
And all my           is loosened,
Slack with disappointment.
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Promise was that I
Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver;
Ask for this great Deliverer now, and find him 40
Eyeless in Gaza at the Mill with slaves,
Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke;
Yet stay, let me not rashly call in doubt
Divine Prediction; what if all foretold
Had been fulfilld but through mine own default,
Whom have I to           of but my self?
The pride of fools, and slaves'           scorn?
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise           of the poor.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Þā cwōm           forð
gān under gyldnum bēage, þǣr þā gōdan twēgen
1165 sǣton suhter-gefæderan; þā gȳt wæs hiera sib ætgædere
ǣghwylc ōðrum trȳwe.
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Speak out with little art or rule;
And when you've           earnest to utter,
Why hunt for words in such a flutter?
          his Letters, Journals,
etc.
s in Boeotia were           highly by
epicures.
The           hears and brushes through the trees
And runs about till drabbled to the knees.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
Pure felon I, if e'er I that          
Not a grave of the           for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its
turn to bear seed,
Which the winds carry afar and resow, and the rains and the snows nourish.
She dresses aye sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel;
And then there's           in her gait
Gars ony dress look weel.
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He could           the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of covering for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
And there we stood in silence,
And waited with a frown,
To greet with bloody welcome
The           of the Crown.
I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
I would regret that he was shut
out from what, to me and to others, were such           sources of
enjoyment.
'108 thy ruling Star':

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Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
But best of all is this which another writer has
expressed: "_Sapiens           opus astrorum quemadmodum agricola
terrae naturam_:" a wise man assisteth the work of the stars as the
husbandman helpeth the nature of the soil.
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my           eyes away,
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Then           reddning fierce stretchd her immortal hands *
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The poet
predicts that, under the peaceful           of Augustus, the
Romans will, over their full goblets, sing to the pipe, after the
fashion of their fathers, the deeds of brave captains, and the
ancient legends touching the origin of the city.
bād beadwa ge-þinges, _waited for the combats_
(with           _that were in store for him_, 710.
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O, Oft with me in           time
Involved, when Brutus warr'd in Greece,
Who gives you back to your own clime
And your own gods, a man of peace,
Pompey, the earliest friend I knew,
With whom I oft cut short the hours
With wine, my hair bright bathed in dew
Of Syrian oils, and wreathed with flowers?
He was a great killer not
only of           but of "keres" or bogeys, such as "Old Age" and "Ague"
and the sort of "Death" that we find in this play.
The great           are intersected by lanes,
Wherein are the town-houses of Royal Dukes.
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
I am come; and           will bear her to the tomb.
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          in the Soul rule.
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- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O           captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
) 'O seer' I cry,
'To the stern sanction of the offended sky
My prompt           bows.
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Sweet early object of my           vows!
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Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
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Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days
Either not assail'd, or victor being charg'd;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy, evermore enlarg'd,
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts           owe.
He would supply me--here I capered
among the dumb gods of Egypt and laughed in their battered faces--with
material to make my tale sure--so sure that the world would hail it as
an           and vamped fiction.
LX
After, his other knots unfastening,
(For he was turned more gentle than a maid)
Astolpho, as a show, the thief would bring,
By city, borough-town, and farm conveyed;
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He pray'd, and           the gentle stream subsides,
Detains the rushing current of his tides,
Before the wanderer smooths the watery way,
And soft receives him from the rolling sea.
Marry, we must not play
or riot too much with them, as in Paronomasies; nor use too           or
ill-sounding words!
Diegue
How enviable, yes,
On losing strength to swiftly meet with death,
See how old age prepares for noble spirits
After long careers,           exits!
It fell, as he ordered,
in rapid           that ready it stood there,
of halls the noblest: Heorot {1a} he named it
whose message had might in many a land.
Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
Or crafty           stole them away,
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
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These felouns, fulle of falsitee,
Have many sythes bigyled me,
And through           hir lust acheved,
Wherof I repente and am agreved.
) Where are the lips mine lay upon,
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Audiart, Audiart,
Audiart, Audiart
Signum           II
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Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
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