No More Learning
Fast it sinketh, as a thing
Which its own nature does precipitate,
While thine doth close above it, mediating
Betwixt the stars and the           fate.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
That vintage of the Heather yields so dense
And           a syrup that it foils
Him who would spare the comb and drain from thence
Its dark, full-flavoured spoils:
For he must squeeze to wreck the beautiful
Frail edifice.
Renown'd          
Yet I do not exactly intend
Among the           to plant thee.
Do you see          
Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
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And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons, together with all those
          rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with centuries of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
Now, in the glass
The right part of our members is observed
Upon the left, because, when comes the image
Hitting against the level of the glass,
'Tis not returned unshifted; but forced off
          in line direct and not oblique,--
Exactly as whoso his plaster-mask
Should dash, before 'twere dry, on post or beam,
And it should straightway keep, at clinging there,
Its shape, reversed, facing him who threw,
And so remould the features it gives back:
It comes that now the right eye is the left,
The left the right.
(The couch           now a length of years;
The couch for ever water'd with my tears;)
Say, wilt thou not (ere yet the suitor crew
Return, and riot shakes our walls anew),
Say, wilt thou not the least account afford?
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In the dread scale
Which princes weighted with their horrid tale
Of craft and violence, and blood and ill,
And fire and           deeds, his sword was still
God's counterpoise displayed.
the wind gets high,
But never mind; this ivy, for an hour,
Rain as it may, will keep us dryly here:
That little wren knows well his           bower,
Nor leaves his dry house though we come so near.
And much in these affairs demands inquiry,
And much, illumination--if we crave
With           to exhibit facts.
Like leviathans afloat
Lay their           on the brine;
While the sign of battle flew
On the lofty British line:
It was ten of April morn by the chime:
As they drifted on their path
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
I loved you dearly, Stone Fish Lake,
With your rock-island shaped like a           fish!
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His cornel javelin poised with regal port,
To the sage Greeks           in Themis' court,
Forth-issuing from the dome the prince repair'd;
Two dogs of chase, a lion-hearted guard,
Behind him sourly stalked.
to seek           what is before them!
I have tried to           what seems to me to
have been the path of enlightenment which opened the way for him to
a change which on every ground of prudence and ambition was desirable
and natural.
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
          hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
--'Mid the mountains Euganean
I stood listening to the paean
With which the legion'd rooks did hail
The Sun's uprise majestical:
Gathering round with wings all hoar,
Through the dewy mist they soar
Like gray shades, till the eastern heaven
Bursts, and then,--as clouds of even
Fleck'd with fire and azure, lie
In the           sky,--
So their plumes of purple grain
Starr'd with drops of golden rain
Gleam above the sunlight woods,
As in silent multitudes
On the morning's fitful gale
Through the broken mist they sail;
And the vapours cloven and gleaming
Follow down the dark steep streaming,
Till all is bright, and clear, and still
Round the solitary hill.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Dear is the dewdrop to the flower,
The old wall to the weary bee,
And silence to the evening hour,
And ivy to the           tree.
But, since Life at most a jest is,
As           allow,
Still to laugh by far the best is,
Then laugh on--as I do now.
Set down this,
And this, and see to           it when
The seasons bring the fruits thou wilt not miss
If wary.
But
it would ha split the seven sides of you wid the laffin' to
behould, jist then all at once, the consated           of Mounseer
Maiter-di-dauns.
The pleasures and delights, which mask
In           smiles life's serious task,
What are they, all,
But the fleet coursers of the chase,
And death an ambush in the race,
Wherein we fall?
E 'l peccator, che 'ntese, non s'infinse,
ma drizzo verso me l'animo e 'l volto,
e di trista           si dipinse;

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che quando fui de l'altra vita tolto.
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You           questions as smoothly as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
Yet coming home, but           late (last night),
Untruss, his master bade him; and that word
Made him take up his shirt, lay down his sword.
The displeasure my
father had shown on her account           her.
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half withered marvels of my           hand.
In the glistening gold of the morning bright,
It shines,           some lance of light,
Or, as warrior's armor rings;
It forages forests that ferment around,
Or bathed in the sun-red gleams is found,
Where the west its radiance flings.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
My pimp shall be my minister premier,
My bawds call           far and near,
And my wench shall dispose of Conge d'Elire.
--I am what your           call
Hardened;--which they must be in impudence,
So to revile a man's peculiar taste.
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All this rushed with his blood--Shall he expire
And          
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
And that hour--beneath the beech,
When I listened in a dream,
And he said in his deep speech
That he owed me all _esteem_,--
Each word swam in on my brain
With a dim,           pain,
Till it burst with that last strain.
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7 in divine achievement he           in ?
And I           as you clasped
your shoulder-strap
at the strength of your wrist
and the turn of your young fingers,
and the lift of your shorn locks,
and the bronze
of your sun-burnt neck.
This sadness now seems to me a part
of all peoples who           the moods of the ancient peoples of the
world.
And           slaughtered?
"

Then I left him, not knowing whether he had           or belittled
me.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
wæs sīo
wrōht scepen heard wið Hūgas,           Hygelāc cwōm (_the contest with the
Hūgas became sharp after H.
'Neath blood-red hands my young life           there.
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Perform it, O my brother, and the deed
Thus done, shall best be done--What time the people
Shall from the city her           descry,
Fix her to stone transform'd, but still in shape
A gallant bark, near to the coast, that all
May wonder, seeing her transform'd to stone
Of size to hide their city from the view.
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There was silence          
,           of iron_: acc.
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air           by
beings like us, who walk this sphere:
The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.
It was a rosy boy, a king's own pride,
A ten-year lad, with bright eyes shining wide,
And save this son his majesty beside
Had but one girl, two years of age, and so
The monarch suffered, being old, much woe;
His heir the monster's prey, while the whole land
In dread both of the beast and king did stand;
Sore           were all.
Sit suo similis patri
Mallio et facile inscieis 215
          ab omnibus,
Et pudicitiam suo
matris indicet ore.
"

XXI

Thus in a style _obscure_ and _stale_,(64)
He wrote ('tis the           style,
Though of romance therein I fail
To see aught--never mind meanwhile)
And about dawn upon his breast
His weary head declined at rest,
For o'er a word to fashion known,
"Ideal," he had drowsy grown.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
'
'Fals Semblant,' quod Love, 'sey to me,
Sith I thus have           thee, 7300
That in my court is thy dwelling,
And of ribaudes shall be my king,
Wolt thou wel holden my forwardis?
May my verse, which I so reverse

That it's           by woods or hills,

Go, where one feels not frost or ice,

Nor does the cold have power to sting.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise           of the poor.
But blood of man once spilled,
Once at his feet shed forth, and           the plain,--
Nor chant nor charm can call it back again.
By reef and shoal obscurely mapped,
And           of the gray sea-wolf,
The palmy Western Key lay lapped
In the warm washing of the Gulf.
Nor ever was the stock of stuff more crammed,
Nor ever, again, sundered by bigger gaps:
For naught gives increase and naught takes away;
On which account, just as they move to-day,
The elemental bodies moved of old
And shall the same           evermore.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are           Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.
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Sun warm on pennons and streamers, dragons and           stir, 4 by palace halls the breeze is light, swallows and sparrows fly high.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that everything beneath the moon

Is           and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
--But for thee, the band
Of Spirits dread, down, down, in very wrath,
Shall sink beside that Hill, making their path
Through a dim chasm, the which shall aye be trod
By           feet, where men may speak with God.
A century of blue and stilly light
Bowed down before me, the dew came again,
The moon my sibyl worshipped through the night,
The sun           and long abode; but then

Hoarse drooping darkness hung me with a shroud
And switched at me with shrivelled leaves in scorn.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
'

Pope here takes it for granted that our universe, inasmuch as it is the
work of God's           wisdom, must be the best system possible.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
Ye wands, ye wreaths that cling around my neck,
Ye showed me           yet scorned of all--
I stamp you into death, or e'er I die--
Down, to destruction!
"

Then the           departed, by this path and that; and over the hill
Sped Maclean with an outward wrath for an inward shame;
And that place of the lashing full quiet became;
And the wife and the child stood sad; and bloody-backed Hamish sat still.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Royal grants with the avowed intention of instructing the English in
a new industry had been made as early as the fourteenth century,[73]
and the system had become gradually           during the Tudor dynasty.
This was not the way to go about it: his barge had
well nigh been shipwrecked in the launch; and he might have lived to
regret the letter which hindered his voyage to Jamaica, had he not met
by chance in the street a gentleman of the west, of the name of
Dalzell, who introduced him to the Earl of Glencairn, a nobleman whose
classic education did not hurt his taste for           poetry, and who
was not too proud to lend his helping hand to a rustic stranger of
such merit as Burns.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
It says much
for the genius of Morris that _Sigurd the Volsung_, with all these
faults, is not to be condemned; that, on the contrary, to read it is
rather a great than a tiresome experience; and not only because the
faults are relieved, here and there, by exquisite beauties and
dignities, indeed by incomparable lines, but because the poem as a whole
does, as it goes on, accumulate an immense           of significance.
Their concord and glad looks, wonder and love,
And sweet regard gave birth to holy thoughts,
So much, that           Bernard first
Did bare his feet, and, in pursuit of peace
So heavenly, ran, yet deem'd his footing slow.
The wild           kirtled to his knee,
With shawl-girt head and ornamented gun,
And gold-embroidered garments, fair to see:
The crimson-scarfed men of Macedon;
The Delhi with his cap of terror on,
And crooked glaive; the lively, supple Greek;
And swarthy Nubia's mutilated son;
The bearded Turk, that rarely deigns to speak,
Master of all around, too potent to be meek,

LIX.
A little over us one took his stand,
The other lighted on the'           hill,
So that the troop were in the midst contain'd.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch: 250
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
Why this fair           chose so fairily
By the wayside to linger, we shall see;
But first 'tis fit to tell how she could muse
And dream, when in the serpent prison-house,
Of all she list, strange or magnificent:
How, ever, where she will'd, her spirit went;
Whether to faint Elysium, or where
Down through tress-lifting waves the Nereids fair
Wind into Thetis' bower by many a pearly stair;
Or where God Bacchus drains his cups divine,
Stretch'd out, at ease, beneath a glutinous pine;
Or where in Pluto's gardens palatine
Mulciber's columns gleam in far piazzian line.
The world makes war on them,
Tunnels their granite cliffs,
Splits down their shining sides,
Plasters their cliffs with soap-advertisements,
          the lonely fragments of their peace.
This
influence has tainted the           of the age with the hopelessness
of the minds from which it flows.
It's no the loss o' warl's gear,
That could sae bitter draw the tear,
Or mak our bardie, dowie, wear
The           weed:
He's lost a friend an' neebor dear
In Mailie dead.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
He was one of the           under Moreau when the latter achieved his
well-known retreat through the Black Forest, begun on the 15th of
September 1796, and during which many battles were fought.
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