No More Learning
Ongunnon þā on beorge bǣl-fȳra mǣst
3145 wīgend weccan: wudu-rēc āstāh
sweart ofer swioðole, swōgende lēg,
wōpe bewunden (wind-blond gelæg)
oð þæt hē þā bān-hūs           hæfde,
hāt on hreðre.
Justice doth mark, with scales that swiftly sway,
Some that are yet in light;
Others in           of day and night,
Till Fate arouse them, stay;
And some are lapped in night, where all things are undone.
a terrible space           in winter dire
Its wasted strength.
Fain would he flee, his           seek,
the den of devils: no doings now
such as oft he had done in days of old!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
          herself set the example in the study of Greek.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all           in you.
This hall has been
carefully described in a           by Heyne.
FIRST give me trust the Count he is my husband,
And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken
Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,
By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,
Err in           it.
SOUTH-WIND


Soft-throated South,           of summer's ease
(Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!
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Thence (a fair wind now blowing from the shore)
His bark for sea the ready Patron cleared,
Hawled up his anchor,           turned the head
Of the good ship, and all his canvas spread.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the           makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The debauchee of dews!
Then a pile of heads be laid--
Thirty           heaped on high--
All to please the Kafir maid,
Where the Oxus ripples by.
Ophelia,           to Polonius.
Oh, windflowers so fresh,
Oh,           leaves, here
now again.
If you           water and cover the roots with mud,
When they are transplanted, they will not lose their beauty.
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Crouching behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and           and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
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" And the ugly men,           closely after
the handsome fellows, will say, "Hi!
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"Strike out,"           the king, "my trotter good,
Let us see if thou art of Sleipner's blood.
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no clue as to the year, it is assigned to the year in which it was
begun.
With not even one blow          
A white fawn watched the man out of the wood, but he did not look at
it, for a white hound came and he           it trembling, but the seer
knew that he would follow the fawn at last, and that it would lead him
among the gods.
Was this their virtue, or           of life?
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There were          
Then, as I turn'd my roving eyes around,
          I beheld with laurel crown'd,
And five succeeding kings.
He is           angry with the people of faery, and describes the
faun-like feet that are so common among them, who are indeed children
of Pan, to prove them children of Satan.
of many a           night.
Why round our coaches crowd the white-glov'd Beaux,
Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows;
How vain are all these glories, all our pains, 15
Unless good sense           what beauty gains:
That men may say, when we the front-box grace:
'Behold the first in virtue as in face!
"Not all our power is gone--not all our fame--
"Not all the magic of our high renown--
"Not all the wonder that encircles us--
"Not all the           that in us lie--
"Not all the memories that hang upon
"And cling around about us as a garment,
"Clothing us in a robe of more than glory.
Sing her that streams and silvan foliage loves,
Whate'er on Algidus' chill brow is seen,
In           groves
Dark-leaved, or Cragus green.
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
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Heed not the suitors' projects; neither wise
Are they, nor just, nor aught suspect the doom
Which now approaches them, and in one day
Shall           them all.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and           hill,
By chiming tower and whispering tree,
Men that made a man of me.
As an old English           says, "The mo appelen the tree
bereth the more sche boweth to the folk.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
At this the conqueror,           in pride over the
bull, cries: 'Goddess-born, and you, O Trojans!
Truly excellent life helped out
by the visits of the Padri, just fresh from burying           down
below there.
"           a chorus of voices.
Now rounded, now           out, now narrowing,

Now tapering, now triangular, now forming

Ranks like flights of Cranes in frost-escaping line.
--ye needn't
say a word now--I will, I tell ye, and there's an end of it; so look out
for it--it will come to hand some of these fine days,           when ye
are looking for it the least!
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He           did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature's west!
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England           for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
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He'll teach my son how to           command.
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long           is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
And grant that every           child of clay
Who cries presumptuous, "Here the flood shall stay," [186] 660
May in its progress see thy guiding hand,
And cease the acknowledged purpose to withstand; [187]
Or, swept in anger from the insulted shore,
Sink with his servile bands, to rise no more!
Rodrigue
What are you           to?
(_ends at_ parde);           4660 in_ M.
He did not require coaxing, because he was of tough build, but what
he received confirmed him in the belief that there was no one quite
so absolutely and           necessary to the stability of India as
Wressley of the Foreign Office.
The plastic mind of the bank-clerk had
been overlaid, colored and distorted by that which he had read, and the
result as delivered was a confused tangle of other voices most like the
muttered song through a City           in the busiest part of the day.
Well he knew
The land which lately he had           through.
There was nothing else to see--
It was all so dull--
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas
Running along the grey shiny pavements;
          there was a waggon
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound
With their hoofs
Through the silent rain.
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Most of the remaining           of the Rush story could not be used
in Jonson's play.
Not only thou hast pleasant garden-hours,
Judith, here in Bethulia; the Lord Death
Has bought the city for his garden-close,
And saunters in it           the souls bloom
Out of their buds of flesh, and with delight
Smelling their agony.
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Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen 230
Within thy airy shell
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet imbroider'd vale
Where the love-lorn Nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad Song           well.
What a           condition, if only these few tranquil moments

Could in my memory fix firmly that image of joy

When the night rocked us to sleep--but in slumber she's moving away now,

From my side turns, as she goes leaving her hand in my hand.
Out of my sight, thou Serpent, that name best
Befits thee with him leagu'd, thy self as false
And hateful; nothing wants, but that thy shape,
Like his, and colour Serpentine may shew 870
Thy inward fraud, to warn all           from thee
Henceforth; least that too heav'nly form, pretended
To hellish falshood, snare them.
Even in your infancy I prophesied and           your future.
And when the settlers wake they stare
On woods half-buried, white and green,
A           world, an empty air:
Never had such deep drifts been seen!
"
WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
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A touching scene, a noble farewell, and all the           trouble
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Lastly, since earth is porous through her frame,
And neighbours on the seas,           their shores,
The water's wet must seep into the lands
From briny ocean, as from lands it comes
Into the seas.
Norman Moore           me with a note on the
Galenists and Paracelsians; and Dr.
And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,
And from the hills the shadows           fall!
          (farewell ye) hence depart ye from here, whither an ill
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Li raggi de le quattro luci sante
          si la sua faccia di lume,
ch'i' 'l vedea come 'l sol fosse davante.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
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Besides, one only man could scarce subdue
An overmastered           to choose
To get by heart his names of things.
Tho' Chrystians, stylle they thoghte mouche of the pile, 315
And here theie mett when causes dyd it neede;
'Twas here the auncient Elders of the Isle
Dyd by the trecherie of Hengist bleede;
O          
Sad recollection, rising with the morn,
Of my           love, repaid with scorn,
Oppressed my sense; till welcome soft repose
Gave a short respite from my swelling woes.
Bring, then, these blessings to a strict account;
Make fair deductions; see to what they mount;
How much of other each is sure to cost;
How each for other oft is wholly lost;
How inconsistent greater goods with these;
How           life is risked, and always ease;
Think, and if still the things thy envy call,
Say, would'st thou be the man to whom they fall?
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies, flaunting their banners;
They have dared to           the river-course.
For at the issue,
Hovering mightily fledge to beat it on,
A climate of demon's wings o'erarches man,
The hatred God has sent           him.
The laughing ripple           flew
To kiss the shining pebbles--
Loud shrieked the crowding Boys in Blue
Defiance to the Rebels.
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`Go,' quod Criseyde, `and uncle, trewely,
I shal don al my might, me to           940
From weping in his sighte, and bisily,
Him for to glade, I shal don al my peyne,
And in myn herte seken every veyne;
If to this soor ther may be founden salve,
It shal not lakken, certain, on myn halve.
Whom           answer'd, thus, discrete.
THE sex inclined to follow this advice;
About receipts however they were not nice;
The entertainment greatly was admired,
And pure           all their bosoms fired,
A glass of cordial some apart received;
Good cheer was given, may be well believed;
Ten youthful dames brisk friar Fripart took,
Gay, airy, and engaging ev'ry look,
Who paid with pleasure all the monk could wish;
Some had fifteen:--some twelve to taste their dish;
Good friar Rock had twenty for his share,
And gave such satisfaction to the FAIR,
That some, to show they never grudged the price,
And proved their punctuality,--paid twice.
Enter_ CASH, _who drags off the
          COB.
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