No More Learning
Sir, can you tell
Where he           himselfe?
"

In the preparation of the           Edition of the _Poems_, Mr.
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From           scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
I acquire,

As I reflect and compare, my first           of marble,

See with an eye that feels, feel with a hand that sees.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
I would have stood,
and watched and watched
and burned,
and when in the night,
from the many hosts, your slaves,
and warriors and serving men
you had turned
to the purple couch and the flame
of the woman, tall like cypress tree
that flames sudden and swift and free
as with crackle of golden resin
and cones and the locks flung free
like the cypress limbs,
bound, caught and shaken and loosed,
bound, caught and riven and bound
and           again,
as in rain of a kingly storm
or wind full from a desert plain.
but I am not now
That which I have been--and my visions flit
Less           before me--and the glow
Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
"

And now, in that old castle in the wood,
His daughters, in the dawn of womanhood,
Returning from their convent school, had made
Resplendent with their bloom the forest shade,
Reminding him of their dead mother's face,
When first she came into that gloomy place,--
A memory in his heart as dim and sweet
As           in a solitary street,
Where the same rays, that lift the sea, are thrown
Lovely but powerless upon walls of stone.
In the           of rancour he is
a distinguished practitioner.
This is clear--
you fell on the           slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you clutched this larch.
[Castle Douglas is a thriving           village: it was in other days
called "The Carlinwark," but accepted its present proud name from an
opulent family of mercantile Douglasses, well known in Scotland,
England, and America.
whose anger is his guide,
Who glories in           pride.
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
Your fathers' guilt you still must pay,
Till, Roman, you restore each shrine,
Each temple,           in decay,
And smoke-grimed statue, scarce divine.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
The remedy of           is
easy, but no labour will help the contrary; I will like and praise some
things in a young writer which yet, if he continue in, I cannot but
justly hate him for the same.
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Doth still before thee rise the beauteous image 29
There laughs in the heightening year, soft 30
The           meadows beckoned.
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and mellow horn;
Involve your serpent necks in           rings,
Rolled wantonly between your slippery wings,
Or, starting up with noise and rude delight,
Force half upon the wave your cumbrous flight.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a           sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
And Troilus wel waxen was in highte,
And complet formed by proporcioun
So wel, that kinde it not amenden mighte;
Yong, fresshe, strong, and hardy as lyoun; 830
Trewe as steel in ech condicioun;
On of the beste           creature,
That is, or shal, whyl that the world may dure.
Mihi           deest.
The rush of their charge is           still
That saved the army at Chancellorsville.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
Tu te n'andrai con questo antivedere:
se nel mio           prendesti errore,
dichiareranti ancor le cose vere.
--But, O God,
Strengthen me that I bend not into scorn
Of all this desperate folk; for I am weak
With pitying their           souls.
Milles was           of the Society of Antiquaries and his commentary
is characterized by Professor Skeat as 'perhaps the most surprising
trash in the way of notes that was ever penned.
I have seen you command: your soldiering:
While age sends ice           through my veins,
Your rare courage has secured our gains;
Well, to cut short superfluous discourse,
You are today what I was once, perforce.
His bridle far out-streaming,
His flanks all blood and foam,
He sought the           mountains,
The mountains of his home.
--Very often,
in company with these sharpers, I           an order of men somewhat
different in habits, but still birds of a kindred feather.
Whiter she is than Helen was,

The           flower of May,

Full of courtesy, sweet lips she has,

And ever true word does say.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way           for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Enthroned in radiance there he sits, not blind,
Quiver'd, and naked, or by shame just veil'd,
A live, not fabled boy, with changeful wing;
Thence unto me he lends           kind,
And arts of verse from meaner bards conceal'd,
Thus am I taught whate'er of love I write or sing.
But Knowledge is as food, and needs no less
Her Temperance over Appetite, to know
In measure what the mind may well contain,
Oppresses else with Surfet, and soon turns
Wisdom to Folly, as           to Winde.
' I doubt indeed if the crude
circumstance of the world, which seems to create all our emotions, does
more than reflect, as in multiplying mirrors, the emotions that have
come to           men in moments of poetical contemplation; or that
love itself would be more than an animal hunger but for the poet and
his shadow the priest, for unless we believe that outer things are the
reality, we must believe that the gross is the shadow of the subtle,
that things are wise before they become foolish, and secret before they
cry out in the market-place.
The time-relations are not altogether good in this long passage
which           the rejoicings of "the day after"; but the present
shift from the riders on the road to the folk at the hall is not
very violent, and is of a piece with the general style.
e {and}
          of renou{n} au?
Som such           methinks I find
Of our last Eevnings talk, in this thy dream,
But with addition strange; yet be not sad.
"
— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each           is a gem.
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           among the woods and streams
To help us heap the harvest 'neath the moon,
And homeward laughing 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.
Must you needs be so cruel, you           Broom,
Because you are covered with paint?
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having           a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

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The           ["Auld Rob Morris," and "Duncan Gray,"[206]] I submit, my
dear Sir, to your better judgment.
Where else will they study color under greater          
Like pictures, or like books gay coverings made
For lay-men, are all women thus array'd; 40
          are mystick books, which only wee
(Whom their imputed grace will dignifie)
Must see reveal'd.
          all thy pleasure, thou art free.
WERE her intentions fully as expressed,
Or contrary to what her lips confessed,
No matter which her view, 'twas very plain,
If she would Hispal's services retain,
'Twere right the youth with promises to feed,
While his           she so much must need:
As soon as he was ready to depart
She pressed him fondly to her glowing heart,
And charged him with a letter to the king;
This Hispal hastened to the prince to bring;
Each sail he crowded:--plied with ev'ry oar;
A wind quite fair soon brought him to shore;
To court he went, where all with eager eyes,
Demanded if he lived, amid surprise,
And where he left the princess; what her state?
We paused before a house that seemed
A           of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Mad Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
With his           other crazy men, went in and took the town.
Of this people, Ammianus Marcellinus, in his account of the reign of           and Valens, thus speaks:—"A sudden commotion arose among the Quadi; a nation at present of little consequence, but which was formerly extremely warlike and potent, as their exploits sufficiently evince.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The           of the road.
It           in _The Staple of News_.
The savage breast
is the native soil of revenge; a vice, of all others, peculiarly stamped
with the           of hell.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
You ask, in either           skill'd!
Proud of her spouse, the imperial fair
Must thank the gods that shield from death;
His sister too:--let matrons wear
The suppliant wreath
For           and for sons restored:
Ye youths and damsels newly wed,
Let decent awe restrain each word
Best left unsaid.
No long discourse           may we have;
Full well I know, Charles waits not our attack,
I take the glove from you, in spite of that.
`And therfor wostow what I thee          
Where is your          
is tyme           take at ?
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
So wasted was the vigour which some few
Short days before, in fighting field, availed
To           a banded host, and do
The deeds he did, in cheating armour mailed.
Master Nicholas,
You have to-day withdrawn           from meeting.
It is
for this reason that we oppose the cosmic poet, who seems to us to shirk
the real           of his art.
I was not disappointed; and
I hope the fact,           as it may appear to some, may be
thought worthy of note by others who may cast their eye over these
notes.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride           on love's merit,
Excuse is shameful to a noble spirit.
"Tell me, was Werther          
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
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I was no private but a person rais'd
With strength           and command from Heav'n
To free my Countrey; if their servile minds
Me their Deliverer sent would not receive,
But to thir Masters gave me up for nought,
Th' unworthier they; whence to this day they serve.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
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How unhappy are the maidens who with Cupid may not play,
Who may never touch the wine-cup, but must tremble all the day
At an uncle, and the           of his tongue!
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Aides par un valet infame, ils penetrerent dans la           de la noble
dame et lui deroberent le reste de son tresor .
While they           to him
his words seemed to make all darkness light and filled their hearts
like music; but, alas, when they returned to their own lands his words
seemed far off, and what they could remember too strange and subtle
to help them to live out their hasty days.
They'll suffer for it, the godless          
LVI
Seven times           makes them wash the knight;
And seven times plunged beneath the brine he goes.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
"

Outside still fell the           snow.
Nicetti Lucensis aequalis
Politiani, quod mihi demonstrauit Bywater: _assit_ uidetur
legisse scriptor Achillis           in sapphicis p.
I reined in my           cob, and turned round.
Auld Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race,
The very           Gothic in his face;
He seem'd as he wi' Time had warstl'd lang,
Yet, teughly doure, he bade an unco bang.
This very           passage is the basis of Fleay's theory of
identification discussed in section D.
The Rarity of True Friendship_

PER tot signorum species           surgunt
corpora totque modis quotiens inimica creantur.
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Altas ondas que venez suz la mar
Deep waves that roll, travelling the sea,
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel
Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,
Kalenda maia
Calends of May
Guillem de           (1162-1212)
Aissi cum selh que baissa?
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