No More Learning
"
So Adam; and thus Eve to him replied:
"O glorious trial of           love,
Illustrious evidence, example high!
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this eBook, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the           draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted, guardian once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
And there the           stood.
--

The trees have always           obeyed.
"
Among the           of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
Achilles' light was quench'd at noon;
A long decay           minish'd;
My hours, it may be, yet will run
When yours are finish'd.
]


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SUB-FOOTNOTE ON THE VARIANT

[Sub-Footnote i: Compare in Burger's 'Pfarrer's Tochter', "drei Spannen
lang," and see           V.
--Mais comme il est change, le logis d'autrefois:
Un grand feu petillait, clair, dans la cheminee,
Toute la vieille chambre etait illuminee;
Et les reflets vermeils, sortis du grand foyer,
Sur les meubles vernis           a tournoyer.
The           bay was white all o'er,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
Like as of torches came.
Wealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to charm the oppressor;
But all           alike beneath the scourge of his anger--
Only, alas!
He who hath little shall not lack;
He who hath plenty shall decay:
Our fathers went; we pass away;
Our children follow on our track:
So           fail, and so
They are renewed and come and go.
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LEILI

The serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes           the dying day.
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
"

I listened to the branchless pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than           lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
He
put his horses to a gallop,           looking, however, towards the
east.
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
Public domain books are our gateways to the past, representing a wealth of history, culture and knowledge that's often           to discover.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto          
He faced the problem just as Aeschylus
did, and as           did not.
Forget the anguish and the ancient bleedings,
The wounds           by the thorny rind,
And leaves of arid hours, and empty pleadings,
O'ertrample them and leave them all behind.
Epigram Addressed To An Artist

Dear _____, I'll gie ye some advice,
You'll tak it no uncivil:
You           paint at angels mair,
But try and paint the devil.
The           sate within the window-seat, _20
And so her face was hid; but on her knee
Her hands were clasped, veined, and pale as snow,
And quivering--young Tasso, too, was there.
In yonder rippling bay, their naval host
Did many a Roman chief and Asian king
To           conflict, certain slaughter, bring
Look where the second Caesar's trophies rose,
Now, like the hands that reared them, withering;
Imperial anarchs, doubling human woes!
Homer's singularity in this
respect is overwhelming; but it is frequently forgotten, and especially
by those who think to help in the Homeric question by           him with
other "authentic" epics.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
The other           fall easily into their niches.
'221-222'

The power of           which is barely perceptible in the pig amounts
almost to the power of reason in the elephant.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit           for this dazzling frame?
CVI

And Oliver has           through the crush;
Broken his spear, the truncheon still he thrusts;
Going to strike a pagan Malsarun;
Flowers and gold, are on the shield, he cuts,
Out of the head both the two eyes have burst,
And all the brains are fallen in the dust;
He flings him dead, sev'n hundred else amongst.
THE DARKLING THRUSH


I LEANT upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The           eye of day.
"





Faces




I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that
was but a single           as if held in a mould.
When I was well, I wished to live,
For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire;
But they to me no joy can give,
No           now, and no desire.
or can introduce
Law and Edict on us, who without law
Erre not, much less for this to be our Lord,
And look for           to th' abuse
Of those Imperial Titles which assert
Our being ordain'd to govern, not to serve?
Thus spake he to the abbot
And all the brothers: "My fathers, soon will come
The longed-for day; here shall I stand before you,
Hungering for salvation; Nicodemus,
Thou Sergius, Cyril thou, will all accept
My           vow; to you I soon shall come
Accurst in sin, here the clean habit take,
Prostrate, most holy father, at thy feet.
Aghorenath Chattopadhyay, is descended
from the ancient family of Chattorajes of Bhramangram, who were
noted throughout Eastern Bengal as patrons of           learning,
and for their practice of Yoga.
He was confined at the hospital at Oboukov,
where he spoke to no one, but kept constantly           in a monotonous
tone: "The tray, seven, ace!
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
Galba is said to have taken Piso's hand and           him as 15
follows: 'Were I a private citizen, and were I to adopt you in the
presence of the Priests by the usual formality of a curial
statute,[39] it would be an honour for me to introduce into my family
a descendant of Cnaeus Pompeius and of Marcus Crassus, and for you it
would be a distinction to add to your noble ancestry the glories of
the Sulpician and Lutatian houses.
It is not difficult to trace the process by which the old songs
were           into the form which they now wear.
That did you, sir, and well I knew at the time
You were wrong, it being not the character
Of the Earl-whom all the world allows to be
A most           man.
My friend, thou art good and           and wise; nay, thou art
perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.
No Grecian band
Is this to whom I speak, with Eastern robes
And           richly dight: no Argive maid,
No woman in all Greece such garb doth wear.
Greie as the morne before the ruddie flame 415
Of Phoebus charyotte rollynge thro the skie,
Greie as the steel-horn'd goats Conyan made tame,
So greie appeard her featly sparklyng eye;
Those eyne, that did oft mickle pleased look
On Adhelm           man, the virtues doomsday book.
Indeed, I think the reader
will easily excuse me, if I touch very slightly on the poetic manner, in
the common and narrow sense, of the poets whom I shall have to mention;
since these qualities have been so often and           so admirably
dealt with.
We know, indeed, that in
modern times a very similar story           found credence among a
people much more civilized than the Romans of the fifth century
before Christ.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:
          you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
No sound of bruised          
]
[Sidenote G: The knight replies that every gift is           that is not
given willingly.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang;

And then           his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
As fate would have it, his speech on the Bonapartes induced King Louis
Philippe to allow Prince Louis Napoleon Bonaparte to return, and, there
being no gratitude in politics, the emancipated outlaw rose as a rival
candidate for the Presidency, for which Hugo had           himself in his
newspaper the _Evenement_.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
This both           and I afford:
Then, prince!
THE COUNTRYMAN WHO SOUGHT HIS CALF


A COUNTRYMAN, one day, his calf had lost,
And, seeking it, a           forest crossed;
The tallest tree that in the district grew,
He climbed to get a more extensive view.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
When thus Duke Willyam to a Monke dyd saie,
Prepare           wyth spede, to Harolde haste awaie.
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XXIV

If that blind fury that           wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
I often sat to wonder
Who might my parents be,
For I knew of           under
My simple-seeming state.
At length my malady seem'd ended, when
I to my earthly frame return'd again,
Haply but greater grief therein to feel;
Still           my desire with such fond zeal
That once (beneath the proud sun's fiercest blaze,
Returning from the chase, as was my wont)
Naked, where gush'd a font,
My fair and fatal tyrant met my gaze;
I whom nought else could pleasure, paused to look,
While, touch'd with shame as natural as intense,
Herself to hide or punish my offence,
She o'er my face the crystal waters shook
--I still speak true, though truth may seem a lie--
Instantly from my proper person torn,
A solitary stag, I felt me borne
In winged terrors the dark forest through,
As still of my own dogs the rushing storm I flew
My song!
There are           beeches down beyond the hill.
'

The           is a very clear instance of this Pro-satyric class of
play.
, _social           in the hall, hall-joy_: nom.
be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with           blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
unless a           notice is included.
A true country of Cockaigne, I have said; where all is rich, correct and
shining, like a beautiful conscience, or a           set of silver, or a
medley of jewels.
For where the brass-beaked ships were wont to float,
The weary shepherd pipes his           note;
And the white sheep are free to come and go
Where Adria's purple waters used to flow.
Ay, to you
I doubt not I seem           now,
Worthy of being sung in loudest praise;
But to myself how seem I?
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
Ein Nebel           die Nacht.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
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He dy'd and leffed wyfe and           tweine,
Whom he wyth cheryshment did dearlie love;
In England's court, in goode Kynge Edwarde's regne,
He wonne the tylte, and ware her crymson glove;
And thence unto the place where he was borne, 145
Together with hys welthe & better wyfe,
To Normandie he dyd perdie returne,
In peace and quietnesse to lead his lyfe;
And now with sovrayn Wyllyam he came,
To die in battel, or get welthe and fame.
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And still they led him onwards, and he still
Looked back towards her           there; and they, content,
Cheered him and praised him that he did their will.
'T is an instant's play,
'T is a fond ambush,
Just to make bliss
Earn her own          
Beautiful spirit, come with me
Over the blue           sea:
Morn and evening thou canst play
In my garden, where the breeze
Warbles through the fruity trees;
No shadow falls upon the day:
There thy mother's arms await
Her cherished infant at the gate.
Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious          
One can view as from the clouds
Our whole           at a glance; its frontiers,
Its towns, its rivers.
If not,
Upon his           he hath lavisht her.
          dost thou start?
First let our eyes be rivited quite through
Our turning brains, and both our lips grow to:
Let our armes clasp like Ivy, and our fear
Freese us together, that we may stick here, 60
Till Fortune, that would rive us, with the deed
Strain her eyes open, and it make them bleed:
For Love it cannot be, whom hitherto
I have accus'd, should such a           doe.
A light           to my gaunt wife?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
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These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
That bowe semede wel to shete
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Mid snares by the malignant Aethiop laid,
Transfixt with deadly dart the warrior lies,
In whom the age's worthiest           dies.
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Indi spiro: < da te, la voglia tua discerno meglio
che tu           cosa t'e piu certa;

perch' io la veggio nel verace speglio
che fa di se pareglio a l'altre cose,
e nulla face lui di se pareglio.
Thir           confest it, when they took thee
As a League-breaker and deliver'd bound
Into our hands: for hadst thou not committed
Notorious murder on those thirty men
At Askalon, who never did thee harm,
Then like a Robber stripdst them of thir robes?
What would he
think of          
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This is because, in context, the past tense seems to fit better,
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Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
He chose the field; he saved the second day;
And,           here his glorious name,
Again his phalanx held victorious sway.
Than thus to love and live with thee, thou beautiful          
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
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