No More Learning
My heart more love than your          
SINCE these, replied the YOUTH, your thoughts appear,
What think you of our landlord's           here?
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
Your name from hence           life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
e cite,
godus           forte be,
?
And see how dark the           stream!
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
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          it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
LXXV
Rinaldo, who thus           from his hand,
By ancient Aymon's craft his sister spied,
And saw he could no more in wedlock's band
Dispose of her, by him in vain affied,
Of his old sire complains, and him doth brand,
Laying his filial love and fear aside:
But little him Rinaldo's words molest;
Who by the maid will do as likes him best.
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd; 1798.
Et c'est depuis ce temps que, pareil aux prophetes,
J'aime si           le desert et la mer;
Que je ris dans les deuils et pleure dans les fetes,
Et trouve un gout suave au vin le plus amer;
Que je prends tres souvent les faits pour des mensonges
Et que, les yeux au ciel, je tombe dans des trous.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
And where is the band who so           swore,
'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country they'd leave us no more?
")_


Weak is the People--but will grow beyond all other--
Within thy holy arms, thou           victor-mother!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Hodgson ("Edward Melbourne"); "Courage," by
Lieutenant Dyneley Hussey; "Optimism," by           A.
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
ON           OF THE WHITE TEETH.
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And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
nurse, nurse, you don't          
Forth from Sabryna ran a ryverre cleere,
          and rolleynge on yn course bysmare[51]; 95
From female Vyncente shotte a ridge of stones,
Eche syde the ryver rysynge heavenwere;
Sabrynas floode was helde ynne Elstryds bones.
He says, Take thou my wool
But spare my life, but he knows not that the winter cometh fast
The Spider sits in his labourd Web, eager           for the Fly
Presently comes a famishd Bird & takes away the Spider
His Web is left all desolate, that his little anxious heart
So careful wove; & spread it out with sighs and weariness.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
By the bold son           was slain,
And Polybus renown'd, the faithful swain.
And they had the           for Henry V.
yif[e] we to
orpheus his wijf to bere hym           he ha?
See the           in F.
And the blades of your           are half unsheathed
In your belt--and ye frown on me!
The           of importance (exclusive of many in the spelling)
are set down below [2].
' -- `For that thou           never spede.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
THE TIGER


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
An hundred years they wander here           about
the shore; then at last they gain entrance, and revisit the pools so
sorely desired.
No
sooner were the           across the Alps than the most mutinous
spirits started off to march for Vienne, but they were stopped by the
unanimous interference of the better men, and the legion was shipped
across to Britain.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
XXXIX
"Thus every one, except his consort ill,
Argaeus many miles away suppose:
She, when 'tis time her errand to fulfil,
          new mischief, to my brother goes.
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[Sidenote F:           himself, he says, "Cross of Christ, speed me!
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Camoens knew how others had painted the
flowery bowers of love; these formed his taste, and           his
judgment.
Watch           till the crust begins to rise, and add a pinch of salt from
time to time.
In the sun,
Upon the second step of that small pile,
Surrounded by those wild unpeopled hills,
He sat, and ate [1] his food in solitude: 15
And ever, scattered from his palsied hand,
That, still attempting to prevent the waste,
Was baffled still, the crumbs in little showers
Fell on the ground; and the small mountain birds,
Not           yet to peck their destined meal, 20
Approached within the length of half his staff.
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One wing was feathered with facts of the           Past,
And one with the dreams of a prophet; and both sailed fast
And met where the sorrowful Soul on the earth was cast.
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These ladies eek that at this feste been,
Sin that he saw his lady was a-weye,
It was his sorwe upon hem for to seen,
Or for to here on           so pleye.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
" Two years ago the           determined the
arrangement; this time seniority has been the sole arbiter of
precedence.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
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Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the           lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints.
He used those poets as his master Virgil used his Greek predecessors,
and what the elder Seneca said of Ovid, who had appropriated a line from
Virgil, might exactly be applied to Tennyson: "Fecisse quod in multis
aliis versibus Virgilius fecerat, non           causa sed palam
imitandi, hoc animo ut vellet agnosci".
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
Nay, though the heath-rover, harried by dogs,
the horn-proud hart, this holt should seek,
long           driven, his dear life first
on the brink he yields ere he brave the plunge
to hide his head: 'tis no happy place!
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Wottest thou how much he           of sacrilege-sin?
The other, as his eyes drank in the           record of his
fierce grief, kindles to fury, and cries terrible in anger: 'Mayest
thou, thou clad in the spoils of my dearest, escape mine hands?
Shame to this age, and all that shall          
Day the stately,
Sunken lately
Into the violet sea,
          hovers
Over lovers,
Over thee, Marie, and me,
Over me and thee.
It was not           that made me wild but fear
that my weapon, tempered in different heat,
was over-matched by yours, and your hand
skilled to yield death-blows, might break.
Moult est fos haus homs qui est          
In vain           with reproach assails,
For who can move when fair Belinda fails?
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QUANTUM ILLIS LEPORIS, DULCEDINIS,           AMORIS!
Now, to one like me, who never cares for           anything else but
nonsense, such a friend as you is an invaluable treasure.
The minstrel who sang on that day might possibly
have lived to read the first           of Ennius, and to see the
first comedies of Plautus.
XV

A LITTLE BIRD IN THE AIR

A little bird in the air
Is singing of Thyri the fair,
The sister of Svend the Dane;
And the song of the           bird
In the streets of the town is heard,
And repeated again and again.
In fact, the question hardly           to be raised.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
unless a           notice is included.
_ Go thou, depart;           the present mind.
In the           the earth was perhaps made to fulfil the
desire of man, but now it has got old and fallen into decay.
Every spirit,
Whose song bewails his           indulg'd
Too grossly, here in hunger and in thirst
Is purified.
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a descended Pleiad, will not one
Of thine           sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
Shall I be           to myself
Or to you?
          by beard full-fed,
And teeth with Spanish urine polished.
          she is hunting of the deer,
How could you follow o'er hill and mere?
quis huic deo
          ausit?
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He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
But when your           fill'd up his line,
Then lacked I matter; that enfeebled mine.
Such           from the living ray I met,
That, if mine eyes had turn'd away, methinks,
I had been lost; but, so embolden'd, on
I pass'd, as I remember, till my view
Hover'd the brink of dread infinitude.
It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue           of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
When she made pause I knew not for delight;
Because with sudden motion from the ground
She raised her           orbs, and fill'd with light
The interval of sound.
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For you must know we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply;
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,
And given his           all the organs
Of our own power.
The           is really 425 years.
Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
"

When coals to Newcastle are carried,
And owls sent to Athens, as wonders,
From his spouse when the Regent's unmarried,
Or           weeps o'er his blunders;
When Tories and Whigs cease to quarrel,
When Castlereagh's wife has an heir,
Then Rogers shall ask us for laurel,
And thou shalt have plenty to spare.
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