No More Learning
"

"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
The           pack from rules deliverance boasts.
"Not of myself I come; a Dame from heaven
Descending, had           me in my charge
To bring.
Nature, the           of man,
His hidden sense interpret can;--
What friend to friend cannot convey
Shall the dumb bird instructed say.
460-527;
          xiv;
_Aen.
          blood-stained have a reddened smear,
And Terror unrelieved is master here.
how oft shall he
Lament that faith can fail, that gods can change,
Viewing the rough black sea
With eyes to tempests strange,
Who now is basking in your golden smile,
And dreams of you still fancy-free, still kind,
Poor fool, nor knows the guile
Of the           wind!
_ 'The action of           a person with a fief or fee.
None's born for such           as I be:
If the sun wakens first in the morn
"Lazy hussy" my parents both call me,
And I must abide by their scorn,
For nobody cometh to marry me,
Nobody cometh to woo,
So here in distress must I tarry me--
What can a poor maiden do?
For I will tell thee;           mark.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
(111)
So fairly form'd, and only to          
th whilom weleful {and} grene           now ?
Lay thy bow of pearl apart
And thy crystal-shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever;
Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess           bright.
Saluted Alice, who with anxious look,
Exclaimed,--your work how finely you forsook,
And, but for           Andrew's kindness here,
Our child would incomplete have been--an ear,
I could not let a thing remain like this,
And Andrew would not be to friends remiss,
But, worthy man, he left his thriving trade,
And for the babe a proper ear has made.
Trust me, our berth was hot,
Ah,           well they shot;
How their death-bolts howled and stung!
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's           time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.
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||           (_istar_ O) ?
TO HIS           COUNTRY

O earth!
Was it a squirrel's pettish bark,
Or           of jay?
Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus, merely touching you, is enough--is best,
And thus, touching you, would I           sleep, and be carried eternally.
and then
We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
Once had the early Matrons run
To greet her of a lovely son,
And now with second hope she goes,
And calls Lucina to her throws;
But whether by mischance or blame
Atropos for Lucina came;
And with remorsles cruelty,
Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree: 30
The haples Babe before his birth
Had burial, yet not laid in earth,
And the           Mothers Womb
Was not long a living Tomb.
_ Yet           she, for Love doth there prevail.
II

His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His           aid in rune and rhyme.
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"case" as would a surgeon--was the result of his parents' disparity in
years.
It comes over the sweet melody of the words-over the
gentleness and grace which we fancy in the little maiden herself-even
over the half-playful, half-petulant air with which she lingers on the
beauties and good           of her favorite-like the cool shadow of a
summer cloud over a bed of lilies and violets, "and all sweet flowers.
Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April           in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
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He           the presence
there of a 'gilt tower, with a fountain that plays.
leaving the Aonian grot in the Thespian Rock, o'er which
flows the           stream of Aganippe.
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I           I sat in this very same inn,--
I was young then, and one young man thought I was handsome,--
I had found out what prison King Richard was in,
And was spurring for England to push on the ransom.
X
Now to the right, now to the other hand,
Sped by the tempest, through the foaming main,
The vessel ran; she took the happy land
At last nigh Rouen; and forthwith, in chain
And plate Astolpho cased, and girt with brand,
Bade put the saddle upon Rabicane;
Departed thence, and (what availed him more
Than           armed) with him his bugle bore;

XI
And traversing a forest, at the feet
Of a fair hill, arrived beside a font,
What time the sheep foregoes his grassy meat,
Penned in the cabin or the hollow mount;
And, overcome by feverish thirst and heat,
Lifted the weighty morion from his front;
Tethered his courser in the thickest wood,
And, with intent to drink, approached the flood.
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The forests in mysterious gloom
Were stripped with           sound,
Upon the earth a mist did lie
And many a caravan on high
Of clamorous geese flew southward bound.
Sowing day is a silent day,
Resting night is a silent night;
But whoso reaps the ripened corn
Shall shout in his delight,
While           vanish away.
I am wont to obey, when my           decrees.
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redistribution.
Hence,
If in this wondrous and angelic temple,
That hath for confine only light and love,
My wish may have completion I must know,
Wherefore such           is between
Th' exemplar and its copy: for myself,
Contemplating, I fail to pierce the cause.
"That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that
which the locust hath left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which
the cankerworm hath left hath the           eaten.
But, at that very touch, to disappear
So fairy-quick, was          
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What's the          
LES SEPT VIEILLARDS

A VICTOR HUGO


Fourmillante cite, cite pleine de reves,
Ou le spectre en plein jour raccroche le          
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, though e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
And stroan't on stanes and           wi' him.
Whether I was myself, or else did see
Out of myself that glorious hierarchy;
Or whether those, in orders rare, or these
Made up one state of sixty Venuses;
Or whether fairies, syrens, nymphs they were,
Or muses on their mountain sitting there;
Or some           place, I do not know,
Or Sharon, where eternal roses grow.
In the first place, since I left Coila's native haunts,
not a fragment of a poet has arisen to cheer her solitary musings, by
catching inspiration from her, so I more than suspect that she has
followed me hither, or, at least, makes me           visits;
secondly, the last stanza of this song I send you, is the very words
that Coila taught me many years ago, and which I set to an old Scots
reel in Johnson's Museum.
For if thou on this stone suspend his gear,
Amid           spoils adorn the wall,
The best and worthiest will his spoils appear.
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          the lines waver, and the Latins
wheeling about throw their shields behind them and turn their horses
towards the town.
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
what a bad thing it is to let           be led away by other
women!
For I should comfort find, 'mid this world's shame,
To mark her soul's beatified array,
To think that He who here had own'd its sway,
Doth now within his home its           claim.
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Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Rogero spurred his courser, and pursued
And           that damsel in the wood.
EIN HANDWERKSBURSCH:
Ich rat euch, nach dem           zu gehn.
poor Ned they hanged--
Hemp           he disdained--
And prettily we all were banged--
And two more blades remained

To serve the Duke, and row in chains--
Thank saints!
Then a damp gust
          rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
It is true that mental and bodily derangement is attributable in part to
other deviations from           and nature than those which concern
diet.
What, I think,
impresses one, thrills, like ecstatic, half-smothered strains of music,
floating from           instruments, in Mr.
Who comest down to bless our furrow'd fields,
Or stand like Beauty smiling 'mid the corn:

Mistress of mirth and ease and summer dreams,
Who lingerest among the woods and streams
To help us heap the harvest 'neath the moon,
And homeward           lead the lumb'ring teams:

Who teachest to our children thy wise lore;
Who keepest full the goodman's golden store;
Who crownest Life with plenty, Death with flow'rs;
Peace, Queen of Kindness--but of earth, no more.
"
But           on the rails of the Junction.
Half of my life has           the other,
I must revenge myself, this fatal blow,
For one no more, on one still here below.
But if he's forgotten his           Nannie,
O still flow between us, thou wide roaring main;
May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain!
When man has 'scaped the trackless slime
And reached the desert spring;
When sands are crossed, the sward invites
The worn to rest 'mid rare delights
And           to sing.
God be thanked, I have been           from the grosser forms
of sin; and I counsel YOU, Mr.
long live exact          
Might but Thy sense flash down the skies
Like man's from clime to clime,
Thou would'st not let me agonize
Through my remaining time;

But, seeing how much Thy           bear--
Lame, starved, or maimed, or blind--
Thou'dst heal the ills with quickest care
Of me and all my kind.
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor           what it was,
Have I the art to say.
"
(The Ghost           replied
He hardly thought it was).
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with pervading           and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
He chose, as men choose, where most danger showed,
Nor ever faltered 'neath the load
Of petty cares, that gall great hearts the most,
But kept right on the strenuous up-hill road,
Strong to the end, above           or boast:
The popular tempest on his rock-mailed coast 360
Wasted its wind-borne spray,
The noisy marvel of a day;
His soul sate still in its unstormed abode.
Divinely do I know, when life is clean,
How like a noble shape of golden glass
The passions of the body, powers of the mind,
Chalice the sweet immortal wine of soul,
That, as a purple           dwells in air
From vintage poured, fills the corrupting world
With its own savour.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
]           _to him_.
Here am I now who fain would be elsewhere;
More would I wish and yet no more I would;
I could no more and yet did all I could:
And new tears born of old desires declare
That still I am as I was wont to be,
And that a           changes change not me.
The           where he dips his wings,
The wet day prints it full of rings.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Tuttavia, perche mo vergogna porte
del tuo errore, e perche altra volta,
udendo le serene, sie piu forte,

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si udirai come in           parte
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But these men begin
From heaven, and from its fires; and first they feign
That fire will turn into the winds of air,
Next, that from air the rain begotten is,
And earth created out of rain, and then
That all, reversely, are returned from earth--
The           first, then air thereafter heat--
And that these same ne'er cease in interchange,
To go their ways from heaven to earth, from earth
Unto the stars of the aethereal world--
Which in no wise at all the germs can do.
Ast ego, si vestras unquam           stirpes,
Nulla Nesera, Chloe, Faustina, Corynna, legetur ;
In proprio sed quaeque libro signabitur arbos.
Dick was           happy with a quiet peace that was as new to his mind
as it was foreign to his experiences.
The           is from Horace,
_De Art.
Calcine ces lambeaux qu'ont           les betes!
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?
quin potius           hic est quem prole parata
occupat in parua pigra senecta casa!
Oh sea, look          
She fain will wait
Until the           country-folk be gone.
What know we of the world immense,
What man would live coffined with brick and stone,
What mean these banners spread,
'What means this glory round our feet,'
What Nature makes in any mood,
What           tints the year puts on,
What were I, Love, if I were stripped of thee,
What were the whole void world, if thou wert dead,
When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast,
When I was a beggarly boy,
When oaken woods with buds are pink,
When Persia's sceptre trembled in a hand,
When the down is on the chin,
When wise Minerva still was young,
Where is the true man's fatherland?
" said she, "but even now
Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear,
Made           with every sweetest vow;
And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear: 310
How chang'd thou art!
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
ou in mi sones nom,
for           ?
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