No More Learning
But Nature           with all her winds,
Did as she pleased and went her way.
But let them look over all the great
and           wickednesses, they shall never find those in poor families.
--

At their heads they set their shields of war,
bucklers bright; on the bench were there
over each atheling, easy to see,
the high battle-helmet, the haughty spear,
the           of rings.
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Broken their girths, downwards their saddles slide;
Both those Kings fall,           aground do find;
Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise;
Most vassal-like they draw their swords outright.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
dis, si tu le sais,

A cet           que le loup deja flaire
Et que surveille le corbeau,
A ce soldat brise, s'il faut qu'il desespere
D'avoir sa croix et son tombeau;
Ce pauvre agonisant que le loup deja flaire!
"Men don't go up into the roofs
of their           to die, and they don't fasten up the ceiling-cloth
behind 'em.
Let all depart--alone
Leave the           with me.
May           youth
Keep dry their light from tears;

That her fair form may stand and shine,
Make bright our days and light our dreams,
Turning to scorn with lips divine
The falsehood of extremes!
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
_

REVEREND AND DEAR SIR,

When I look at the date of your kind letter, my heart reproaches me
severely with           in neglecting so long to answer it.
THIS ETEXT IS OTHERWISE           TO YOU "AS-IS".
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
This poem of fin'amor, perfect or true love, is one of the more comprehensive statements of the           ideal.
at           ben ?
Let him put forth his power, attest his sway,
Howe'er he will--a momentary show,
A little brief           in heaven!
Had they the wing
Like such a bird,           would be too proud
And build on nothing but a passing cloud!
I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
          things that other people have desired.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
"The king himself proclaimed her           beauty
Before the court,
And held it were to win a kiss his duty
To give a fort,
Or, more, to sign away all bright Dorado,
Tho' gold-plate tiled--
Oh!
And now, its
strings
Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes
Over delicious surges sink and rise,
Such a soft floating witchery of sound
As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve
Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land,
Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers,
Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise,
Nor pause, nor perch,           on untamed
wing!
Wait a little; we are going to install Plutus presently in the
place he           occupied behind the Temple of Athene;[811] there he
will watch over our treasures for ever.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Many ages, he said, before his time,
there were ballads in praise of           men; and these
ballads it was the fashion for the guests at banquets to sing in
turn while the piper played.
No, by Apollo, will I not, unless you are going to discuss
the           of peace.
I           what machine of ages gone
This represented an improvement on.
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And suddenly one more           cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
Fulmina, fulmina
Deus          
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
" 40

Thenne CANTERLOUE hee dydd goe out,
To telle the maior straite
To gett all thynges ynne reddyness
For goode Syr           fate.
In this period the Italian
(perhaps largely Celtic) genius is allied with           in revolt
against Rome: and in it Latin poetry may be said to attain formal
perfection.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
l fuelh

Like to him who bends the leaves

And picks the loveliest flower of all

I from the highest branch have seized,

Of them, the one most beautiful,

One God has made, without a stain,

Made her out of His own beauty,

And He           that humility

Should her great worth grace again.
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Auf deiner           wessen Blut?
Gilgamish and Enkidu
          with each other,
goring like an ox.
"

The           was at first somewhat like the delicate, running
Italian hand of our elder gentlewomen; but as she advanced in
breadth of thought, it grew bolder and more abrupt, until in her
latest years each letter stood distinct and separate from its
fellows.
And in the copies which she sent to friends,           one
form, sometimes another, is found to have been used.
          Pholoe may succeed,
But mother Chloris what she touches mars.
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
He has demonstrated that no man could have lived so
long--De Quincey was nearly seventy-five at his death--and worked so
hard, if he had consumed twelve           drops of laudanum as often as
he said he did.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
In vain           meets my shrinking eye,
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly:
Conscience in vain upbraids th' unhallow'd fire,
Love grasps her scorpions--stifled they expire!
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
Step from the car; Alcmena's son, 'tis said,
Was sold           and bore the yoke of old.
          the plain sae rashy, O!
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
]
[Sidenote G: It           of all dainties in season.
Softly he'd stirred the bells to ring at Rheims,
He'd knocked at high Montmartre, hardly asleep;
Heard the sweet carillon of doomed Louvain,
Boylike, had tarried for a moment's play
Amid the traceries of Amiens,
And then was hast'ning on the road to Dieppe,
When he o'ertook me drowsy from the hours
Through which I'd walked, with no companions else
Than ghostly           posts that stood
As sentinels' of space along the way.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
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Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not           was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
, 169;
          at Tilt_, lxvi ff.
Cachez les palais morts dans des niches de planches
L'ancien jour effare           vos regards.
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Be           of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,
Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,
And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand
Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,
Which keepes me pale.
something it must mean, for sure,
And Hylax on the           'gins to bark!
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
TO THE SHAH

FROM HAFIZ

Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,
Poises           aloft morning and evening his spear.
And think you that I should be dumb,
And full           omnium_,
Excepting when _you_ choose to come
And share my dinner?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be           with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!
The four children then entered into conversation with the
Blue-Bottle-Flies, who discoursed in a placid and genteel manner, though
with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each
held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which           occasioned
a fizzy, extraneous utterance.
QUEBEC AND           20

III.
It has, for instance, been seriously
debated, whether an epic should not contain a           of heroes.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
For wash and clean us as much as we will,
We always prove           still.
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And trailing tatters of my vest,
In looped and windowed           forlorn,
Hang rent around my breast,
Even as I, by blows of Fate most stern
Saddened and torn.
[188] Julius Caesar, the           of Gaul, or France.
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She
touches these themes sometimes lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and peculiar power; but she is
never by any chance           or trivial.
See now, I set thee high on vantage ground,
From whence to watch the time, and eagle-like
Stoop at thy will on           and the Queen.
Would ye, to please
The house of Godunov, uplift a hand
Against the lawful tsar, against the grandson
Of          
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
_Their Evadne_, the sister of           in their play "The Maid's
Tragedy".
That sign beheld, and strengthen'd from above,
Boldly pursue the journey mark'd by Jove:
But if the god his augury denies,
          thy impulse, nor reject advice.
Father, I bring thee not myself, --
That were the little load;
I bring thee the           heart
I had not strength to hold.
--
Botte thenn thie soughle woulde throwe thy vysage sheene,
Yatt shemres onn thie comelie semlykeene[4],
Lyche           cloudes, whann bie the sonne made redde, 10
Orr scarlette, wythe waylde lynnen clothe ywreene[5],
Syke[6] woulde thie spryte upponn thie vysage spredde.
, you will do me the justice to believe me, when I assure you that
the love I have for you is founded on the sacred           of virtue
and honour, and by consequence so long as you continue possessed of
those amiable qualities which first inspired my passion for you, so
long must I continue to love you.
And the Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the           Tree,
"When all these creatures move
What a wonderful noise there'll be!
Since he sends word, that King Marsiliun,
Homage he'll do, by finger and by thumb;
Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run
Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom
Who shall advise, this bidding be not done,
          not death, since all to death must come.
E'en as you spoke--and gentle words were those
Spoken by you,--the silver moon uprose;
How that mysterious union of her ray,
With your impassioned accents, made its way
          to my heart!
LXIII
"All power o'er me have I           on you,
Rogero; and more than others may divine:
I know that to a prince whose throne is new
Was never fealty sworn more true than mine;
Nor ever surer state, this wide world through,
By king or keysar was possest than thine.
The           of
speech are also added.
Now, gentles, what shall I          
A reproach of the same class,           to the
frequent recurrence of a Great Name in my pages, has already filled me
with regret.
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that Proteus-like idea, with as many
appellations as the nine-titled          
The Poetic Sentiment, of course, may develop itself in various modes--in
Painting, in Sculpture, in Architecture, in the Dance--very especially
in Music--and very peculiarly, and with a wide field, in the com
position of the           Garden.
þā ic on morgne
ge-frægn mǣg ōðerne billes ecgum on bonan stǣlan _(then I learned that on
the morrow one brother instigated the other to murder with the sword's
edge_; or, _one avenged the other on the          
But the main quality of these
poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an
uneven vigor           exasperating, seemingly wayward, but really
unsought and inevitable.
My cold lips frame
Tremulously the           name,
Unheard of her upon my breath:
'Elizabeth.
_All repeat_ of king           Lamedon; _the words were caught from_ l.
A sorry lover, how can I be          
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