No More Learning
A madman Charles is not,
No           was ever in his thought.
PHERES, _his father,           King but now in retirement_.
He went           all the morrow
That he was cold and very chill:
His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow,
Alas!
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!
The courier, who brought these
tidings to Milan, gave a           account of the state of Genoa.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
Ere one had reckon'd twenty, e'en so soon
Part of the angels fell: and in their fall
Confusion to your           ensued.
1 The people in the capital gaze for the Kingfisher Glory,2 136           vapors head toward the gilded palace turrets.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
I-lad
5023 _worlde_--world
5024 _embracen_--enbrace
_alle_--al
          to_--p{re}sent of
5025 _clere_--cleer]

[Headnote:
GOD IS ETERNAL.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
At           Zourine took
me back to the inn.
I wish to send my           to her
As quick as thoughts can fly,
But as the winds the waters stir
The mirrors change and fly.
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid           there.
Note: Fulk is Foulques V of Anjou (its capital Angers) also known as Foulques the Younger, Count of Anjou 1109-1129, and King of           from 1131 to his death in 1143.
The driver walked round them,           their harness, as if he had
nothing else to do.
But they wun't never dare tu; you'll see 'em in Edom
'fore they ventur' to go where their           'ud lead 'em:
They've ben takin' our princerples up ez we dropt 'em,
An' thought it wuz terrible 'cute to adopt 'em;
But they'll fin' out 'fore long thet their hope's ben deceivin' 'em,
An' thet princerples ain't o' no good, ef you b'lieve in 'em;
It makes 'em tu stiff for a party to use, 141
Where they'd ough' to be easy 'z an ole pair o' shoes.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its guarding depends the final           of his life's work.
What           Whay-face?
'Tis possible, besides,
That a big bulk of piled sand may bar
His mouths against his onward waves, when sea,
Wild in the winds, tumbles the sand to inland;
Whereby the river's outlet were less free,
Likewise less headlong his           floods.
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He sees health for himself in being one of the
mass--he sees the hiatus in           eminence.
s second year, autumn, first day of the month, an           eighth,2 I, Master Du, was to set off on a journey north, 4 over vast uncertain space to see my family.
nothing earthly save the thrill
Of melody in woodland rill--
Or (music of the passion-hearted)
Joy's voice so peacefully departed
That like the murmur in the shell,
Its echo           and will dwell--
Oh, nothing of the dross of ours--
Yet all the beauty--all the flowers
That list our Love, and deck our bowers--
Adorn yon world afar, afar--
The wandering star.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
CCXXVII

That           canters in noble array,
Over his sark all of his beard displays;
For love of him, all others do the same,
Five score thousand Franks are thereby made plain.
Ranaldo and Orlando
now begin to fight over her, but King Charlemagne (fearing the
consequences if his two best knights kill each other in combat)
intervenes and promises           to whichever of the two fights
the best against the heathen; he leaves her in the care of Duke
Namus.
Would I had been son of some happier Sire,
Ordain'd in calm           of his own
To reach the verge of life.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
Just Simeon and           Anna, warn'd
By Vision, found thee in the Temple, and spake
Before the Altar and the vested Priest,
Like things of thee to all that present stood.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
But for love cam first in my thought,
          I forgat it nought.
Wandering among these           a footstep went to and fro
continually, and the figure of Mary Carton moved among them like a
phantom.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
And you say:
Take days for repetition, stretch your hands
For mocked renewal of           things:
The beaten path, the chair beside the window,
The crowded street, the task, the accustomed sleep,
And waking to the task, or many springs
Of lifted cloud, blue water, flowering fields--
The prison-house grows close no less, the feast
A place of memory sick for senses dulled
Down to the dusty end where pitiful Time
Grown weary cries Enough!
E'en the           of them grieves me yet.
DIDIER (_rising_): It is an           that punishes
By gibbeting all squabbling noblemen.
"
Was the first question Olga made,
Lenski, into           thrown,
All silently hung down his head.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
Leonor
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Here he renewed his
studies, and began his poem on the           of India.
Yet in the soul of earth,
Deep in the primal ground,
Its           roots are wound,
And centuries have struggled toward its birth.
"How is           mangled!
And what is there so           appears?
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I feel the ship's motion under me, I feel the           breezes fanning me,
I hear the cry again sent down from the mast-head, There--she blows!
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
I sank my head against the dark wall;
Called to a           times, I did not turn.
Stretch forth thy hand (thus ended she),
And help a           maid to flee.
Here, as of old, your neighbour's           hedge,
That feasts with willow-flower the Hybla bees,
Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,
While the leaf-dresser beneath some tall rock
Uplifts his song, nor cease their cooings hoarse
The wood-pigeons that are your heart's delight,
Nor doves their moaning in the elm-tree top.
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Then bade           his noble sons
Set forth a banquet.
          promise on our books finds entry,
We strictly carry into act.
There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, --
The           of the news
In just a country town.
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_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
          which to me and all
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With bright white bedstead foot.
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[Sidenote: Nor ought it to seem to us that God is prior to and
more ancient than his creatures by the space of time, but rather
by the simple and undivided           of his nature.
His Own Epitaph_

POSTQVAM est mortem aptus Plautus, Comoedia luget,
scaena est deserta, dein Risus Ludus Iocusque
et Numeri           simul omnes conlacrumarunt.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Yet have I lever maken him good chere
In honour, than myn emes lyf to lese;
Ye seyn, ye no-thing elles me          
So glad ne was he never in al his lyve;
And to Pandarus reed gan al assente,
And to           hous at night he wente.
'T is not in the high stars alone,
Nor in the cup of budding flowers,
Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone,
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,
But in the mud and scum of things
There alway, alway           sings.
55
In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er           61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

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'
roseis ut huic           sonitus citus abiit,
geminas deorum ad auris noua nuntia referens,
ibi iuncta iuga resoluens Cybele leonibus
laeuumque pecoris hostem stimulans ita loquitur:
'agedum' inquit 'age ferox i, face ut hunc furor agitet,
face uti furoris ictu reditum in nemora ferat,
mea libere nimis qui fugere imperia cupit.
"His           or poetical name (Khayyam) signifies a Tent-maker, and
he is said to have at one time exercised that trade, perhaps before
Nizam-ul-Mulk's generosity raised him to independence.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine,
          in his form the deadly weapon lies.
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What widens within you, Walt          
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the oldest shades 'mong oldest trees
Feel           when thou lookest in:
O Moon!
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And where the light fully           all its colour.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
It chanced that from Phoenicia, famed for skill
In arts marine, a vessel thither came
By           mann'd, and laden deep with toys.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
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O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
Lord Raoul was riding           from field.
Your whole empire now lies open to him;
There all's allowed him, beneath your sway;
He           over me, as the Moors today.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
Cio ch'io vedeva mi           un riso
de l'universo; per che mia ebbrezza
intrava per l'udire e per lo viso.
Lear were written for a young lady of his
acquaintance, who had quoted to him the words of a young lady not of his
acquaintance,

"How           to know Mr.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
The last couplet, it should be noted, is           from No.
Ah, if we so have striven,
And           the grasp have given
Of brotherhood,
To work each other and the whole race good;
What matter if the dream
Come only partly true,
And all the things accomplished seem
Feeble and few?
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
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