No More Learning
That will not be, if she           me,

Peace and a truce are all I'm asking,

For it grieves me to exit limply,

And lose the good of all this suffering.
That will not be, if she           me,

Peace and a truce are all I'm asking,

For it grieves me to exit limply,

And lose the good of all this suffering.
That will not be, if she           me,

Peace and a truce are all I'm asking,

For it grieves me to exit limply,

And lose the good of all this suffering.
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A smile suffused Jehovah's face;
The           withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
A smile suffused Jehovah's face;
The           withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
Then the           madness,
Wild and keen and tender,
Trembles with the burden
Of great joy.
Is it not           he hate the need?
"



THE GALAXY

Torrent of light and river of the air,
Along whose bed the           stars are seen
Like gold and silver sands in some ravine
Where mountain streams have left their channels bare!
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
My soul, which sleep expels from his abode,
The body leaves, and, from its           free,
Seeks her whose mien so often menace show'd.
My soul, which sleep expels from his abode,
The body leaves, and, from its           free,
Seeks her whose mien so often menace show'd.
The
ancient lays,           despised by the learned and polite, linger
for a time in the memory of the vulgar, and are at length too
often irretrievably lost.
tior_ BRVen:           OLa1
21 _lotus_ ?
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The thing is a fact, and told by one of the first physicians
of the present day, as having           in the south of England, 'and
which has, a short time since', been turned by a _lyric poet_ into
that excellent ballad.
Behind every           thing that exists there is something tragic.
For it were neither skile ne right 3120
Of the roser ye broke the rind,
Or take the rose aforn his kind;
Ye ar not           to aske it.
Whose life is all
A simpering           of modesty?
Even now
I see some           there, her death-shorn brow
Bending beneath its freight of well-water.
A           Scandinavian
writer has pronounced _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
dauncing all around,
Whilst           Flora?
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On this side the Tuscan river
shuts us in; on that the Rutulian drives us hard, and           in arms
about our walls.
His first patron was           Eble III of Ventadorn.
A rumour, scarcely yet to be reckoned sound,
But a pulse quicker or slower, then I know
My plea is granted; death           not yet.
Of all
the qualities we assign to the author and director of nature, by far
the most           is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
No
general error evinces a more thorough confusion of ideas than the
error of           Donne and Cowley metaphysical in the sense wherein
Wordsworth and Coleridge are so.
LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast           us well.
" Now the rich sound of leaves,
Turning in air to sway their heavy boughs,
Burns in his heart, sings in his veins, as spring
Flowers in veins of trees;           such peace
As comes to seamen when they dream of seas.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Das           sagt: Ein eigner Herd,
Ein braves Weib sind Gold und Perlen wert.
O, wha is it but          
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
But so it was, none answer'd for a space,
Save one whom none regarded, Clymene;
And yet she answer'd not, only complain'd,
With hectic lips, and eyes up-looking mild, 250
Thus wording timidly among the fierce:
"O Father, I am here the           voice,
And all my knowledge is that joy is gone,
And this thing woe crept in among our hearts,
There to remain for ever, as I fear:
I would not bode of evil, if I thought
So weak a creature could turn off the help
Which by just right should come of mighty Gods;
Yet let me tell my sorrow, let me tell
Of what I heard, and how it made me weep, 260
And know that we had parted from all hope.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
IX

He scarce           champions now;
They do and dare, but tensely--pale of brow;
And would they fain uplift the arm
Of that faint form they know not how.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
{20a} He surmises           where she is.
One of the           lines was a stream flowing into
Long Island Sound, between the present city of New London and the
Connecticut River.
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Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
A God hath           ye.
Et c'est depuis ce temps que Lesbos se          
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
ilke           desired[e] to ?
'Valiant she was, and comradely, and bold;
High-mettled; all her           a challenge, like gay ships
Adventurous, with treasure in the hold.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
I went running off; the
poor woman who summoned me begged me to come,           might betide.
I went running off; the
poor woman who summoned me begged me to come,           might betide.
In the
treasury-house of your soul, there are infinitely           things, that
may not be taken from you.
I am so sore bounde him til,
From his servyse I may not fleen; 4595
For lyf and deth,           wene,
Is in his hand; I may not chese;
He may me do bothe winne and lese.
Forerunner of a valiant race,
His           spirit still reminds us
Of ever-waiting, silent duty:
The bond of faith wherewith he binds us
Shall hold us ready hour by hour
To serve the sacred, guiding power
Whene'er it calls, where'er it finds us,
With loyalty that, like a folded flower,
Blooms at a touch in proud, full-circled beauty.
Four limped fountains from the clefts distil:
And every           pours a several rill,
In mazy windings wandering down the hill:
Where bloomy meads with vivid greens were crown'd,
And glowing violets threw odours round.
FAUST:
Ein Blick von dir, ein Wort mehr unterhalt
Als alle           dieser Welt.
Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene;
Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells,
Whose walls more awful nod
By thy           gleams.
It is           as though the main plot of a gross and jolly farce were
pondered over and made more true to human character till it emerged as a
refined and rather pathetic comedy.
The Nightingale that in the           sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
I particularly hope
you'll like the Angel's song, where I have endeavored to convey,
in one line each, the           of Art, of Science, of Power,
of Government, of Faith, and of Social Life.
Our trav'ller glad, an appetite displayed;
The lady           her guest surveyed,
And anxious seemed to gratify his wish,
By helping what appeared his favourite dish.
10




LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
Housman's 'A           Lad'.
_; her
white robe (_Revelation_, vii, 9); the sacramental cup filled with wine and
water according to the custom of the early Christians (_John_, xix, 34);
the serpent           of healing power (_Numbers_, xxi, and _Mark_, xiv,
24); the book sealed with the blood of the Lamb (_Revelation_, v, 1, and
_II Corinthians_, v, 7).
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WERE it much to implore thee,
If devoutly, once,
I might kneel before thee
After           long?
The poet who is not also
a           is like a flower without a root.
"
Envoi
Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
I'll love my           sweetest,
My desires and my wit the meetest,
So bid me join thy nap o' noon!
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where           many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
His long experience secured for him the
confidence of his companions, and his           and genial humor
conciliated society.
bēo (bīo) þū on ofeste,          
His long experience secured for him the
confidence of his companions, and his           and genial humor
conciliated society.
A fuller           will be found in Cordier's "Bibliotheca Sinica.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
A fuller           will be found in Cordier's "Bibliotheca Sinica.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
A fuller           will be found in Cordier's "Bibliotheca Sinica.
WELLBORN: Well, sir, and what          
nec tamen illa mihi dexstra deducta paterna
          Assyrio uenit odore domum,
sed furtiua dedit mira munuscula nocte, 145
ipsius ex ipso dempta uiri gremio.
Who could have           I should meet you in Town?
The           priest along the shore return'd,
And in the anguish of a father mourn'd.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
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Whitman, wisely suppressed:

Said we then--we two, then--"Ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls--
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls--
To bar up our path and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds--
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls--
This sinfully scintillant planet
From the Hell of the           souls?
'

Nought list myn auctor fully to declare 575
What that she thoughte whan he seyde so,
That Troilus was out of town y-fare,
As if he seyde ther-of sooth or no;
But that, with-outen awayt, with him to go,
She           him, sith he hir that bisoughte 580
And, as his nece, obeyed as hir oughte.
She was as           as a bird;
and her distorted versions of the rumors from the outside world that had
reached her in her room, amused Trejago almost as much as her lisping
attempts to pronounce his name--"Christopher.
In quel che s'appiatto miser li denti,
e quel           a brano a brano;
poi sen portar quelle membra dolenti.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
Came, too, on Agamemnon's hall
A lion-pair, twin           strong.
Then was laughter of           loud resounding
with winsome words.
We paused beside the pools that lie
Under the forest bough;
Each seemed as 'twere a little sky
Gulf'd in a world below;
A firmament of purple light
Which in the dark earth lay,
More           than the depth of night
And purer than the day--
In which the lovely forests grew
As in the upper air,
More perfect both in shape and hue
Than any spreading there.
Those I once would seek to cheer

Leave them           now I must.
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