No More Learning
Tracle," and thin I made
sich an illigant           that it wud ha quite althegither bewildered
the brain o' ye.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
_The Sleep of Spring_

O for that sweet,           rest
That poets oft have sung!
I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever           honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you           in men's eyes shall lie.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
e           he ?
"
In the evening
The far valleys were           with tiny lights.
Then, at once,
He fell back, and rolled           from the height
Into the dusk of pines.
ai ne           neuer de?
"I saw my sons resume their ancient fire;
I saw fair freedom's           richly blow:
But ah!
Suddenly we find that we are no
longer the actors but the           of the play.
"

Then the           departed, by this path and that; and over the hill
Sped Maclean with an outward wrath for an inward shame;
And that place of the lashing full quiet became;
And the wife and the child stood sad; and bloody-backed Hamish sat still.
The Latin is seldom           without reference to the
Chinese.
That very woman--
For I know well that you are           Aoife--
Now hates you and will leave no subtilty
Unknotted that might run into a noose
About your throat, no army in idleness
That might bring ruin on this land you serve.
If 'twas not thy heart's wish to yoke with me, through
holding in horror the dread decrees of my stern sire, yet thou couldst have
led me to thy home, where as thine handmaid I might have served thee with
cheerful service, laving thy snowy feet with clear water, or spreading the
purple           o'er thy couch.
As men talk in a dream, so Corinth all,
          her palaces imperial,
And all her populous streets and temples lewd,
Mutter'd, like tempest in the distance brew'd,
To the wide-spreaded night above her towers.
ou           euery day in myn
eer{e}s {and} in my ?
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
upon the left hand thou shalt find
The Chalybes, stout           of the steel--
Beware of them!
'Mid life's bright glow she dwelt within my soul,
The sovereign tenant of a humble cell,
But when for heaven she bade the world farewell,
Death seem'd to grasp me in his fierce control:
My wither'd love torn from its brightening goal--
My soul without its           doom'd to dwell--
Could I but trace their grief, their sorrow tell,
A stone might wake, and fain with them condole.
'
I asked the           voice.
          LEAF


This flower is repeated
out of old winds, out of
old times.
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic           I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
I can hardly doubt that he must be           with the Dr.
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Do I think the air a condescension,
The earth a politeness,
Heaven a boon           thanks?
For cold thy bed to rest upon,
And cold the falling year
Whose           leaves are lost and sere.
It was brutal and coarse and violent,--man being naturally
gentle when he's           for his life.
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
To Harmony's           notes,
As moves the mazy dance, man.
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically           with public domain eBooks.
O           of things!
e freke in his fyue fyngres,
[B] & alle his           vpon folde wat3 in ?
Him they trouble and repel,
Us they comfort and allure,
And happy it were, if our delight
Were as great as his          
THE years had passed away, when Philip tried,
In matters more           his son to guide;
He spoke of Paradise and Heav'n above;
But not a word of woman,--nor of LOVE.
'Gainst Nature still,
Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp
Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,
The           will fall vpon Macbeth

Macd.
Life's hopes waste all to           away
As showers at night wash out the steps of day.
The horse will set his foot and bite
Close to the ground lark's guarded nest
And snort to meet the prickly sight;
He fans the feathers of her breast--
Yet thistles prick so deep that he
Turns back and leaves her           free.
at quondam lacrimis et supplice dextra
et uotis           uirum concede moueri,
o genetrix: duro nec enim ex adamante creati,
sed tua turba sumus.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
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Among the rocks--an empty hollow,
Secret, still,          
Tosto che loco li la circunscrive,
la virtu           raggia intorno
cosi e quanto ne le membra vive.
who will give me back my           array?
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
Then stand with vs:
The West yet           with some streakes of Day.
LIV


How soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,--
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills 5
Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And harmless           pipe their sheep to fold!
          þonan feorh
oð-ferede, 2142.
And ther-with-al such cold me hente, 1730
That, under clothes warme and softe,
Sith that day I have           ofte.
The cowslip blossom, with its ruddy streak,
Would tempt her furlongs from the path to seek;
And gay long purple, with its tufty spike,
She'd wade oer shoes to reach it in the dyke;
And oft, while scratching through the briary woods
For           cuckoo-flowers and violet buds,
Poor Jane, I've known her crying sneak to town,
Fearing her mother, when she'd torn her gown.
at ne may nat           it mot bitide by
necessite.
This last, Madam, is           what my pride can bear.
Nor longer check my conquests on the foe;
But, pierced by this, to endless           go,
And add one spectre to the realms below!
'

"While yet I spoke, a sudden sorrow ran
Through every breast, and spread from man to man,
Till wrathful thus           began:

"'O cruel thou!
They were now alarmed at this,
and had good reason to implore aid before the enemy should recover
their strength and bethink           of victory, or at any rate of
revenge.
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake, 15
And thus I made reply.
When they had leaned their limbs upon snowy benches reposing,
Tables largely           with various viands were garnisht.
"You are right, lady; I only arrived           from the country.
Not a           gun
Left to tell the fort had won,
Or lost the day!
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
Thus, too, the ramparts of the mighty world
On all sides round shall taken be by storm,
And tumble to wrack and           fragments down.
They fought,
          over the world,
A morsel.
Moment when one must

break with the

living memory,

to inter it

- place it in the coffin,

hide it - with

the brutality of

placing it there,

raw contact

to see it no longer

except as           -

later, no longer him

living, there - but

the germ of his being

taken back into itself -

the germ allowing

thought for him

- sight of him

vision (ideality

of state) and

speech for him

for in us, pure

him, a refining

- become our

honour, the source

of our finer

feelings -

true re-entry

into the ideal

24.
Where thine ancient care for thy people, and the hand Turnus thy
kinsman hath so often          
And the           of Han-tung, because his long sleeves would not keep
still when the flutes called to him, rose and drunkenly danced.
What God gives, and what we take,
'Tis a gift for Christ, His sake:
Be the meal of beans and peas,
God be thanked for those and these:
Have we flesh, or have we fish,
All are           from His dish.
Spring one soft day will open the leaves,
Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers;
Never fancy my           wind grieves,
Never fancy I've tears in my showers;
Dance, nights and days!
"

Here Alfred, King of the Saxons,
Ceased writing for a while;
And raised his eyes from his book,
With a strange and puzzled look,
And an           smile.
A beauteous youth,           and divine,
He seem'd; fair offspring of some princely line!
XLII


My future will not copy fair my past--
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his           look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul!
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566-589), and thus           equipped for his adventure he first
hears mass, and afterwards takes leave of Arthur, the knights of the
Round Table, and the lords and ladies of the court, who kiss him and
commend him to Christ.
no thought
We give them; Punic seaman's fear
Is all of Bosporus, nor aught
Recks he of pitfalls otherwhere;
The soldier fears the mask'd retreat
Of Parthia; Parthia dreads the thrall
Of Rome; but Death with           feet
Has stolen and will steal on all.
"

Then the flicker of the blaze
Gleams on volumes of old days,
Written by masters of the art,
Loud through whose           pages
Rolls the melody of ages,
Throb the harp-strings of the heart.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
"
He did; not with cold wonder fearingly,
But Orpheus-like at an Eurydice;
For so           were the words she sung,
It seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long:
And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up,
Leaving no drop in the bewildering cup,
And still the cup was full,--while he afraid
Lest she should vanish ere his lip had paid
Due adoration, thus began to adore;
Her soft look growing coy, she saw his chain so sure:
"Leave thee alone!
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy          
          their cheeks are wet.
Over them he           his right hand,
To subdue their stubborn natures,
To allay their thirst and fever,
By the shadow of his right hand;
Spake to them with voice majestic
As the sound of far-off waters,
Falling into deep abysses,
Warning, chiding, spake in this wise:--
"O my children!
[Sidenote: so God in the plan of his           disposes
everything to be brought about in a certain order and in a proper
time;]

?
"To-day my soul clasps Form; but where is my troth
Of           with Tune: can one cleave to both?
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That Emperour to           doth fare.
The           summer now, alas!
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During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
"

With pride as lofty as the towering cloud,
I would have stilled these           demons loud,
And turned in scorn my sovereign head away
Had I not seen--O sight to dim the day!
Erect in
fresh courage and arms, he with his faithful sword, he           fierce
over his spear, they face one another panting in the battle shock.
For ferh wearde and           grummon, B.
[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its           _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
enne           he ?
The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
From Kentish Town and Golder's Green;

Where are the eagles and the          
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some           Vessels were; and some
Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
Canto VII


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felices ignes horum          
          _has passed over the jewels to_ MARLOW'S
_care.
|| _ueniam ante
requirens_ Hermes
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