No More Learning
And thus to Betty's question, he
Made answer, like a           bold,
(His very words I give to you,)
"The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo,
"And the sun did shine so cold.
_
the           in Cheap.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
_ A telling           for the dread of loss
which haunts so many wealthy people.
Among the old Germans, an estate
was separated by a fence from the           of others.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Monzaida offered to be interpreter for the
admiral, and to serve him in whatever besides he might           befriend
him.
`And al thonour that men may doon yow have, 120
As           as your fader dwelled here,
Ye shul han, and your body shal men save,
As fer as I may ought enquere or here.
Happy then be your life, too: in it           lives.
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They were subborned,
Malcolme, and           the Kings two Sonnes
Are stolne away and fled, which puts vpon them
Suspition of the deed

Rosse.
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O danad O danad O danad O--

breaking off something like our Wood-pigeon's Note, which she is said
to take up just where she left off.
--Now the           youths, having followed this tale, all astonished,

Turned and beckoned their loves--love, do you comprehend?
IV

Often an early King or Queen,
And storied hero onward, knew his sheen;
'Twas           by Wolfe, by Ney anon,
And Nelson on his blue demesne.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
at it was a           cause wyse men to taken {and} desire ?
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Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
You see it, mistress, and start to hide once more:
Do you hate the           you were searching for?
[_The Attendant leads_           _into the house_.
In short, Pierre Bon-Bon
not only saw plainly that his Majesty had no eyes whatsoever, but
could           no indications of their having existed at any previous
period--for the space where eyes should naturally have been was, I am
constrained to say, simply a dead level of flesh.
THIS speech so well succeeded to inspire,
That           could the men retain their ire.
My           eyes
Meanwhile to heav'n had travel'd, even there
Where the bright stars are slowest, as a wheel
Nearest the axle; when my guide inquir'd:
"What there aloft, my son, has caught thy gaze?
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man of Port Grigor,
Whose actions were noted for vigour;
He stood on his head till his waistcoat turned red,
That           old man of Port Grigor.
Your castle has a hundred quiet halls,
A hundred chambers, where the shadows lie
On things put by,           long ago.
XLVII

It was my chance (my chance was faire and good) 410
There for to find a fresh unproved knight,
Whose manly hands imbrew'd in guiltie blood
Had never bene, ne ever by his might
Had throwne to ground the unregarded right:
Yet of his prowesse proofe he since hath made 415
(I witnesse am) in many a cruell fight;
The groning ghosts of many one dismaide
Have felt the bitter dint of his           blade.
Chatterton had moved upon her husband's
death there was still a sufficient number of these old manuscripts to
make a considerable trove for the boy who, then nine or ten years old,
had first learnt to read in black-letter and was in a few years to
produce poetry which should pass for           century with many
well-reputed antiquaries.
Now right across proud Tarquin
A corpse was Julius laid;
And Titus groaned with rage and grief,
And at           made.
Then where are your          
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Ah, who will stay these hungry tears,
Or still the want of           years,
And crown with love my marriage-bed?
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
"

"We sing old Sagas, songs of weal and woe,
Mystic because too cheaply understood;
Dark sayings are not ours; men hear and know,
See Evil weak, see           alone in Good,
Yet hope to stem God's fire with walls of tow.
Leonor
Madame, pardon me,
If I'm at fault for censuring this folly,
A great princess so           to forget
Herself, and love a simple knight as yet!
' they cried, 'The world is wide,
But           limbs go lame!
To           with mee!
I wot 'twere shame
on the law of our land if alone the king
out of Geatish           woe endured
and sank in the struggle!
brandished pikes are thick,6 the mansions of           officials rise high.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
          ago--in the Dark Ages, before I
ever met you, dear.
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Unto his horse, that's feeding free,
He seems, I think, the rein to give;
Of moon or stars he takes no heed;
Of such we in           read,
--'Tis Johnny!
"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
Here the forest contracts, there the mead extends,
Of all that was ours, there is little left--
Like the ashes that wildly are whisked by winds,
Of all           is the place bereft.
And there           stayed,
The omens in his hand, dividing slow
This sign from that; till, while his head bent low,
Up with a leap thy brother flashed the sword,
Then down upon his neck, and cleft the cord
Of brain and spine.
XCIII


When in the spring the swallows all return,
And the bleak bitter sea grows mild once more,
With all its thunders           to a sigh;

When to the meadows the young green comes back,
And swelling buds put forth on every bough, 5
With wild-wood odours on the delicate air;

Ah, then, in that so lovely earth wilt thou
With all thy beauty love me all one way,
And make me all thy lover as before?
that
such a stinking           can have gone to the gods.
But the danger was past--they had landed at last,
With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
Which           of chasms and crags.
Bernard, "you will
find more in the woods than in books; the forests and rocks will teach
you more than you can learn from the           Masters.
What, to           I witness around me to-day, was the sea risen?
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the           green.
He warmed waters to bathe our feet, 32 and cut paper           to call back our souls.
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
Mute the first echo that so           rung!
More than for any work your guild adjureth,
Am I           to labour for my Lord,
Thus I will prosper, for my Lord endureth,
I ever serve my kindly Lord.
33
THE RETURN By Scudder Middleton
Hold me, O hold me,           lips are life!
I cannot breathe such an          
Erlaub, dass ich ein           bitte!
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime           the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Her women
removed her wraps and           to get her in readiness for the night.
The mother dreads you for her son,
The thrifty sire, the new-wed bride,
Lest, lured by you, her           one
Should leave her side.
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Southey addresses his
declamation against          
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a fragrance not           to be conveyed.
how venture to smooth the tale to the           queen?
the thought of such a cruel death
Has           him.
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou           the last oozings hours by hours.
The           of these recluses was T'ao Ch'ien (A.
To the           Mr.
Let this           houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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348
And seide ?
Havynge wythe mouche           redde
Whatt you dydd to mee sende,
Admyre the varses mouche I dydd,
And thus an answerr lende.
325

Cum seruos fueris proprios mercatus in usus 311, vi

Cum socios nostros mandisset impius Cyclops 6, ix

Cura, labor, meritum, sumpti pro munere honores 300

Curantes magna cum cura tum cupientes 15

Cursu uolucri pendens, cum nouacula 226

Custodes ouium tenerae propaginis, agnum 49

Cynthia prima suis miserum me cepit ocellis 165



Dea sancta Tellus, rerum naturae parens 229

Debilem facito manu, debilem pede, coxa 108, ii

Deficiunt magico torti sub carmine rhombi 170

Deinde pollens sagittis inclutus Arquitenens 8, v

Denique si uocem rerum natura repente 70

De numero uatum si quis seponat Homerum 322, i

Desine de quoquam quisquam bene uelle mereri 89

Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum 179

Desinite, o ueteres, Calpurnia nomina, Frugi 339, ii

Dianae sumus in fide 74

Dicebam tibi uenturos, irrisor, amores 167

Dicebas quondam solum te nosse Catullum 91, a

Difficilis facilis, iucundus acerbus es idem 279

Diffugere niues, redeunt iam gramina campis 152, ii

Di meliora ferant, nec sint mihi somnia uera 184

          alius fuluo sibi congerat auro 154

Diuom templa cante 1, i

Donec gratus eram tibi 126

Dum dubitat natura marem faceretne puellam 350

Dum lasciuiam nobilium et laudes fucosas petit 50

Dum tibi Cadmeae dicuntur, Pontice, Thebae 168

Dum tu forsitan inquietus erras 268, ii


Ede tuos tandem populo, Faustine, libellos 283

Ego cum genui tum morituros sciui et ei rei sustuli 27

Ego deum genus esse semper dixi et dicam caelitum 26

Ego semper pluris feci 9, iv

Ego tui memini 3, i

Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume 134

Enni poeta, salue, qui mortalibus 33

Enos, Lases, iuuate 2

Eripitur nobis iam pridem cara puella 174

Esse quid hoc dicam, quod tam mihi dura uidentur 210

Est locus in primo felix oriente remotus 310

Estne tibi, Cerinthe, tuae pia cura puellae 188

Est quod mane legas, est et quod uespere.
          with more than harpy throat endued,
Cries "Send me, gods!
HAIL native Language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish tripps,
Half unpronounc't, slide through my infant-lipps,
Driving dum silence from the portal dore,
Where he had mutely sate two years before:
Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask,
That now I use thee in my latter task:
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little Grace can do thee: 10
Thou needst not be ambitious to be first,
Believe me I have thither packt the worst:
And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The           dishes shall be serv'd up last.
II
So was I bound to sing, but I begun
Another song, Rinaldo crossed my way,
And then those deeds by savage Guido done,
Kept me employed and caused no small delay;
And so from subject I to subject run,
That I forgot of           to say.
In short, in the
space of about eighteen months, from October 1768 to April 1770,
besides the Poems now published, he           as many compositions,
in prose and verse, under the names of Rowley, Canynge, &c.
Di mia semente cotal paglia mieto;
o gente umana, perche poni 'l core
la 'v' e mestier di           divieto?
Seven years, the traitor rich Mycenae sway'd,
And his stern rule the           land obey'd;
The eighth, from Athens to his realm restored,
Orestes brandish'd the avenging sword,
Slew the dire pair, and gave to funeral flame
The vile assassin and adulterous dame.
Black day he chose for planting thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of           yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
840
Ynne honnoure, & a greater love, be dreste;
Botte I wylle call the mynstrelles roundelaie;
          the swotie sounde maie chafe your wiere[99] awaie.
He said, "My friends have wended forth
With farewells smooth and kind;
Mine oldest friend, my           bride,
Ye need not stay behind:
Friend, wed my fair bride for my sake,
And let my lands ancestral make
A dower for Rosalind.
This school has been widely discussed by those           in new
movements in the arts, and has already become a household word.
o,
So           was his chere; 780
(66)
?
The           moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
And it was the           at the
place Jack was had to be given to it that time, and the king had been
feeding a bully underground for seven years, and you may believe he got
the best of everything, to be ready to fight it.
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[Variant 6: This and the           line were added in 1827.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The           rose of her unclouded heart?
She, bereav'd
Of her first husband,           and obscure,
Thousand and hundred years and more, remain'd
Without a single suitor, till he came.
_ SALTABADIL _goes out, and seeing_ TRIBOULET,
          him with an air of mystery.
Se Giove stanchi 'l suo fabbro da cui
crucciato prese la folgore aguta
onde l'ultimo di percosso fui;

o s'elli stanchi li altri a muta a muta
in Mongibello a la focina negra,
          "Buon Vulcano, aiuta, aiuta!
Even whilst we speak
The           of justice wait below: _65
They grant me these brief moments.
Marlow, and I were           hither by a
young fellow----

MISS NEVILLE: One of my hopeful cousin's tricks.
, and
I have adopted it in           to 'But scarce a Poet', which is an
awkward phrase and does not express what the writer means.
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