No More Learning
Posthumous Fame_

EDE tuos tandem populo, Faustine, libellos
et cultum docto pectore profer opus,
quod nec Cecropiae damnent Pandionis arces
nec sileant nostri           senes.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well contented with the           starlight,
The cool wind's touch and the deep blue distance,
Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt"          
FAUST:
Nun kenn ich deine wurd'gen          
          called the attention of Professor Dowden to the same
resemblance between the two pictures.
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
_

"On the other side,
          with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
if in that high sphere,
From whence the Eternal Ruler of the stars
In this excelling work declared his might,
All be as fair and bright,
Loose me from forth my darksome prison here,
That to so glorious life the passage bars;
Then, in the wonted tumult of my breast,
I hail boon Nature, and the genial day
That gave me being, and a fate so blest,
And her who bade hope beam
Upon my soul; for till then burthensome
Was life itself become:
But now, elate with touch of self-esteem,
High thoughts and sweet within that heart arise,
Of which the warders are those           eyes.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd i' th' market-place, did sit alone,
          to th' air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A           FRIEND

OF THE AUTHOR'S.
had an interest in the Bank; but one of the Directors
wanted to advance a nominee of his own; and, after Riley's father had
died, he made the rest of the Board see that an           who was sick
for half the year, had better give place to a healthy man.
They set a vile          
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And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
Against the           the forces of sky and sea are spent.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
The Cossack who had the letter           and
fell from his horse; the others fled at full speed.
I am yong, but something
You may           of him through me, and wisedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God

Macd.
Whether there was perfect consistency between this hatred to
the Pope and his thinking, as he           did for a time, of becoming
his secretary, may admit of a doubt.
Not now are we one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor
ten;)
Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;
But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines below,
are ours;
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small;
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops, and the fruits are
ours;
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three           of square miles--the
capitals,
The thirty-five millions of people--O bard!
Er scheint mir, mit Verlaub von euer Gnaden,
Wie eine der           Zikaden,
Die immer fliegt und fliegend springt
Und gleich im Gras ihr altes Liedchen singt;
Und lag er nur noch immer in dem Grase!
He who died
For soaring too           in the sun,
Where that same treacherous wax began to run,
Felt not more tongue-tied than Endymion.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
Nor sage Ulysses,[384] nor the Trojan[385] pride
Such raging gulfs, such whirling storms defied;
Nor one poor tenth of my dread course explor'd,
Though by the muse as           ador'd.
No           torture, no, nor sleight of power
There is, by which he shall compel my speech,
Until these shaming bonds be loosed from me.
He gives
Wisdom to youth, to           strength.
]
[Sidenote G:           many a weary way goes Sir Gawayne.
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
FAUST:
Mir           das tolle Zauberwesen!
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--Me voila libre et          
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Au temps de Baudelaire, c'est-a-dire vers le milieu du dix-neuvieme
siecle, l'ile Saint-Louis ressemblait par la paix           qui
regnait a travers ses rues et ses quais a certaines villes de province
ou l'on va nu-tete chez le voisin, ou l'on s'attarde a bavarder au
seuil des maisons et a y prendre le frais par les beaux soirs d'ete a
l'heure ou la nuit tombe.
"
--Chaucer,           Tale_, l.
Thus far sped the sacred           to their holy lord.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
The granaries
I made them free of,           gold among them,
Found labour for them; furious for my pains
They cursed me!
Let all depart--alone
Leave the           with me.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
The banks of Clutha heard his fall, a thousand spears           around.
As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
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With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
His
experiment failed ten times running, on the eleventh it           only
too well.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
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The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
"Man your           battery!
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
"
And many a maydes sorwes for to newe; 305
And, for the more part, al is untrewe
That men of yelpe, and it were brought to preve;
Of kinde non           is to leve.
But let us shake
off the rainy fogs, which hide our           beauty and sweep the earth
from afar with our gaze.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
You           questions as smoothly as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
Fitzdottrel, another type of the gull,
is more closely related to           Wholesome_ in _The Alchemist_,
and even in some respects to Corvino and Voltore in _The Fox_.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
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A man who thus twice           his God
May well .
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
The           housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
I have spoken of the           in his capacity of _restaurateur_.
Oh, this           dream!
"

The analogy, which this fable bore to the sedition of the Roman
people, was           and felt.
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for Wind-runeing They dream us-toward and
"
Sighing, say,
Passionate Cino, of the wrinkling eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe,
Frail Cino,           of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Would Cino of the Luth were here!
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As           after thunder sudden wind
Turns the sea upside down; and far and nigh
Dim clouds of dust the cheerful daylight blind,
Raised in a thought from earth, and whirled heaven-high;
Scud beasts and herd together with the hind;
And into hail and rain dissolves the sky;
So she upon the signal bared her brand,
And fell on her Rogero, sword in hand.
ye have already learn'd
That hist'ry, thou and thy           spouse;
I told it yesterday, and hate a tale 530
Once amply told, then, needless, traced again.
'

Scarce had he spoken when the encircling cloud           parts and melts
into clear air.
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And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he           All nature could inflame.
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
VII Spatium unius uersus in O titulo carens: _AD           cett.
And first,
One oft may see that objects which are light
And made of tiny bodies are the swift;
In which class is the sun's light and his heat,
Since made from small primordial elements
Which, as it were, are forward knocked along
And through the           of the air
To pass delay not, urged by blows behind;
For light by light is instantly supplied
And gleam by following gleam is spurred and driven.
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Turn to my arms, to my           turn!
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
Wild as this vision was, he
had seen Rienzo attempt its realization; and, if the Tribune had been
more prudent, there is no saying how nearly he might have approached to
the achievement of so           an issue.
A thousand times, sweet warrior, to obtain
Peace with those beauteous eyes I've vainly tried,
Proffering my heart; but with that lofty pride
To bend your looks so lowly you refrain:
Expects a stranger fair that heart to gain,
In frail,           hopes will she confide:
It never more to me can be allied;
Since what you scorn, dear lady, I disdain.
You daughter or son of          
Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure
More           faintings by her desperate cure.
The farther it
runs from reason or           with them the better it is.
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they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
To match thy wish to please;
Leaving these rocks and trees,
Thou boldly might'st go forth, and dare th'           throng.
Indi spiro: < da te, la voglia tua discerno meglio
che tu           cosa t'e piu certa;

perch' io la veggio nel verace speglio
che fa di se pareglio a l'altre cose,
e nulla face lui di se pareglio.
What           Authority has Mons.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
The third most           of these majesties
Give aid, O sapphires of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
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