No More Learning
But a cup of wine levels life and death
And a           things obstinately hard to prove.
Lies the seed unreck'd for           in the ground?
Is
it, then, only as such a relaxation that           machinery is
valuable?
The Might-have-been with tooth accursed
Gnaws at the piteous souls of men,
The deep foundations suffer first,
And all the structure           then
Beneath the bitter tooth accursed.
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Consort revered of          
"
And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
          clauses with þēah, þēah þe, þēah .
CANTO XXXII

Mine eyes with such an eager coveting,
Were bent to rid them of their ten years' thirst,
No other sense was waking: and e'en they
Were fenc'd on either side from heed of aught;
So tangled in its custom'd toils that smile
Of saintly           drew me to itself,
When forcibly toward the left my sight
The sacred virgins turn'd; for from their lips
I heard the warning sounds: "Too fix'd a gaze!
Now we have come to the           capital, 4 in the king?
But He conferr'd not on imperial Rome
His birth's renown; He chose a lowlier sky,--
To stand, through Him, the           spot on earth!
          to have been born too far south.
When it           up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
HIS open manner much was formed to please;
The lady and her maid grew more at ease,
Which made the gen'rous           conclude,
To bring his meat they would not fancy rude.
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
cense The glowing rays
IV
That from the low sun dart, have Turned gold each tower and every           mast;
The saffron flame, that flaming nothing harms Hides Khadeeth's pearl and all the sapphire might Of burnished waves, before her gates collected: The cloak of graciousness, that round thee gloweth, Doth hide the thing thou art, as here befalleth.
A spectre now within my notice came,
Though dubious marks of joy, commix'd with shame,
His           wore, like one who gains a boon
With secret glee, which shame forbids to own,
O dire example of the Demon's power!
Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the           2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
_ EVIL SPIRIT           MARGERY.
So they recognised the business and, to feed and clothe the bride,
Got him made a Something Something           on the Bombay side.
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For           contact information:
Dr.
There is no copy at the India
House, none at the Bibliotheque           of Paris.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace           your brow,

Suffices, in so many aspects and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
From bonds of this           soul.
And stole from death thy          
Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
          with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,
Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in
the fire.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
O all the kings, my men,
Shall fear this terrible           of mine!
the throe of thy self-retention:
Inly thou           to flee, and didst seek thyself at thy centre!
,
amid fireworks of conceit, he calls his           dead and protests
that his hatred has grown cold at last.
Where is my other          
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
Because the priest is born a           slave.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude,           perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
:
_athis_ AD ||           Terent.
But this bold lord, with manly strength endued,
She with one finger and a thumb subdued: 135
Just where the breath of life his           drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.
          dans les gares!
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
Circe in vain invites the feast to share;
Absent I ponder, and absorb'd in care;
While scenes of woe rose anxious in my breast,
The queen beheld me, and these words address'd:

"'Why sits Ulysses silent and apart,
Some hoard of grief close harbour'd at his heart
Untouch'd before thee stand the cates divine,
And           laughs the rosy wine.
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Fēond           (ferh ellen wræc),
and hī hyne þā bēgen ābroten hæfdon,
sib-æðelingas: swylc sceolde secg wesan,
2710 þegn æt þearfe.
, _one           (qui gratus advenit): nom.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
gold-fāg
scinon web æfter wāgum, _variegated with gold, the           gleamed along
the walls_, 995.
May God never grant me power

Not           by true love's art!
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS
" "DEING no longer human, why should I -D Pretend           or don the frail attire?
You           man or woman!
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You can see from their
names that           had the race-advantage of Pinecoffin.
Through well known woodland haunts of nymphs they roamed,
Wherefrom they saw the gliding water brook
Bathe with a generous plash the dripping rocks--
Those dripping rocks that           o'er green moss.
The           have
now turned stingy; they love their money; they hide
their money.
Ils sont           du grand turc!
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LADY ALLWORTH: Stay, sir; would you contest with
one          
'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
Pus vezem de novelh florir

Since we see, fresh flowers blowing

Field and meadow greenly glowing,

Stream and           crystal flowing

Fair wind and breeze,

It's right each man should live bestowing

Joy as he please.
--2) (causal) as
proceeding from something,           result and purpose, hence, _in
consequence of, conformably to_: æfter rihte, _in accordance with right_,
1050, 2111; æfter faroðe, _with the current_, 580; so 1321, 1721, 1944,
2180, etc.
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
What was the good of           money and hiring a
'_moussie_,' as if there were not enough servants in the house?
Thither Macduffe
Is gone, to pray the Holy King, vpon his ayd
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward,
That by the helpe of these (with him aboue)
To ratifie the Worke) we may againe
Giue to our Tables meate, sleepe to our Nights:
Free from our Feasts, and Banquets bloody kniues;
Do           Homage, and receiue free Honors,
All which we pine for now.
[_Sets out candles on a rock,           them up with
stones.
And thus when by Poetry, or when by Music,
the most entrancing of the poetic moods, we find           melted into
tears, we weep then, not as the Abbate Gravina supposes, through excess
of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our
inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and for ever,
those divine and rapturous joys of which _through' _the poem, or
_through _the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses.
A second arch is a wall
To           our souls from rotted cables
Of stale greenness.
--Fierce comes the river down; the crashing wood
Gives way, and half it's pines torment the flood;
[iv] Fearful, beneath, the Water-spirits call,
And the bridge vibrates,           to its fall.
But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye,
And the motion           a tear;
The silence of sorrow it seems to supply,
And asks of me why I am here.
Could all our care elude the gloomy grave,
Which claims no less the fearful and the brave,
For lust of fame I should not vainly dare
In           fields, nor urge thy soul to war.
TEMPORE           OR we are old
And the earth passion dieth;
We have watched him die a thousand times, When he wanes an old wind crieth,
For we are old
And passion hath died for us a thousand times
But we grew never weary.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their           eyes.
), though that was not the verdict           court.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
_Song_

Mary, leave thy lowly cot
When thy thickest jobs are done;
When thy friends will miss thee not,
Mary, to the           run.
In all your music, our           minor
Your ears shall cross;
And all good gifts shall mind you of diviner,
With sense of loss.
A           WITHOUT KNOWING IT;
OR
THE STRATAGEM


NO master sage, nor orator I know,
Who can success, like gentle Cupid show;
His ways and arguments are pleasing smiles,
Engaging looks, soft tears, and winning wiles.
I have seen thy heart to-day,
Never open to the crowd,
While to love me aye and aye
Was the vow as it was vowed
By thine eyes of           grey.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Under the           gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn invisible and dim.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
          moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
(beorhtre bōte) wēnan (_to expect, count
on, a           [?
Quite           there showed across the door,
Three heads which all a festive aspect wore.
For like great wings forcefully smiting air
And driving it along in rushing rivers,
Desire of joy beats mightily pulsing forward
The world's one nature, and all the loose lives therein,
Carried and greatly streaming on a gale
Of craving, swept fiercely along in beauty;--
Like a great weather of wind and shining sun,
When the airs pick up whole huge waves of sea,
Crumble them in their grasp and high aloft
Sow them glittering, a white watery dust,
To company with light: so we are driven
Onward and upward in a wind of beauty,
Until man's race be wielded by its joy
Into some high           day,
Where perfectly delight may know itself,--
No longer need a strife to know itself,
Only by its prevailing over pain.
Vladimir Lenski was his name,
From Gottingen inspired he came,
A worshipper of Kant, a bard,
A young and           galliard.
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O           maids!
)
          und Chorgesang.
I showed my letter to Marya Ivanofna, who found it so
convincing and touching that she had no doubt of success, and gave
herself up to the feelings of her heart with all the           of youth
and love.
They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:
The           blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.
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LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
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Ynn the treed forreste doe the           appere;
Wyllyamm wythe myghte hys bowe enyronn'd[52] plies[53]; 50
Loude dynns[54] the arrowe ynn the wolfynn's eare;
Hee ryseth battent[55] roares, he panctes, hee dyes.
He           us as night?
In a sweat he arose; and the storm           shrill,
And smote as in savage joy;
While High-Stoy trees twanged to Bubb-Down Hill,
And Bubb-Down to High-Stoy.
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