No More Learning
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
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Of learning, languages, of eloquence,
And Poesie, (past rauishing of sense,)
He had a magazine, wherein such store
Was laid up, as might           serve of poore.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
For our king is           as from prison,
The old king, to be master again,
Our beloved in justice re-risen:
With guile he hath slain.
Joulai, ask him in your           who sent him to our
fort.
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In a dry nook where fern the floor bestrows
He lays his stiffened limbs,--his eyes begin to close;


XIX

When hearing a deep sigh, that seemed to come
From one who mourned in sleep, he raised his head,
And saw a woman in the naked room 165
Outstretched, and turning on a           bed:
The moon a wan dead light around her shed.
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your           'neath the broiling sun.
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
This is why still           the dark king
Out in the night, and never having power
To bring his robe back to its first pure state,
But feeling at each step a blood-drop fall,
Wanders eternally 'neath the vast black heaven.
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They tell me he is not true:
They tell me he dashed my box to the ground,
Dashed it to the ground and burnt it
And           its ashes to the wind.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
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1130, where Hengist and Finn
are again brought into juxtaposition and the           ealles (?
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
Mich drangt's, den Grundtext aufzuschlagen,
Mit redlichem Gefuhl einmal
Das heilige Original
In mein           Deutsch zu ubertragen,
(Er schlagt ein Volum auf und schickt sich an.
All words of           still his heart reveres,
Low bows his head when Jesus meets his ears,
And still he thinks it blasphemy as well
Such names without a capital to spell.
_

Then silence fell; and all the           said
That Walt had married, faithless, or was dead:
Unmoved in constancy, her tryst she kept,
Each night beneath the tree, ere sorrow slept.
[84]           savages.
It is much to be deplored that a           so beautiful should
be so unhealthy as it is.
Farewell my shackles, though of pearl they be;
Such precious           ne'er shall fetter me.
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          pointed a teaspoon straight at her hostess.
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
And           roar, glad warfare waging,
From sea to land, from land to sea,
And bind round all, amidst their raging,
A chain of giant energy.
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When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And           of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
What have I still of wreathing for the head
Stored in my          
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HE RETURNS THE GLOVE,           THE EFFECT OF HER BEAUTY.
The           mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single; _5
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
In the _Satyres_ Donne is always, though he does not state his
position too clearly, one with links           him to the persecuted
Catholic minority.
Fast it sinketh, as a thing
Which its own nature does precipitate,
While thine doth close above it, mediating
Betwixt the stars and the           fate.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
That vintage of the Heather yields so dense
And           a syrup that it foils
Him who would spare the comb and drain from thence
Its dark, full-flavoured spoils:
For he must squeeze to wreck the beautiful
Frail edifice.
Renown'd          
Yet I do not exactly intend
Among the           to plant thee.
Do you see          
Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
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And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons, together with all those
          rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with centuries of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
Now, in the glass
The right part of our members is observed
Upon the left, because, when comes the image
Hitting against the level of the glass,
'Tis not returned unshifted; but forced off
          in line direct and not oblique,--
Exactly as whoso his plaster-mask
Should dash, before 'twere dry, on post or beam,
And it should straightway keep, at clinging there,
Its shape, reversed, facing him who threw,
And so remould the features it gives back:
It comes that now the right eye is the left,
The left the right.
(The couch           now a length of years;
The couch for ever water'd with my tears;)
Say, wilt thou not (ere yet the suitor crew
Return, and riot shakes our walls anew),
Say, wilt thou not the least account afford?
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In the dread scale
Which princes weighted with their horrid tale
Of craft and violence, and blood and ill,
And fire and           deeds, his sword was still
God's counterpoise displayed.
the wind gets high,
But never mind; this ivy, for an hour,
Rain as it may, will keep us dryly here:
That little wren knows well his           bower,
Nor leaves his dry house though we come so near.
And much in these affairs demands inquiry,
And much, illumination--if we crave
With           to exhibit facts.
Like leviathans afloat
Lay their           on the brine;
While the sign of battle flew
On the lofty British line:
It was ten of April morn by the chime:
As they drifted on their path
There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
I loved you dearly, Stone Fish Lake,
With your rock-island shaped like a           fish!
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His cornel javelin poised with regal port,
To the sage Greeks           in Themis' court,
Forth-issuing from the dome the prince repair'd;
Two dogs of chase, a lion-hearted guard,
Behind him sourly stalked.
to seek           what is before them!
I have tried to           what seems to me to
have been the path of enlightenment which opened the way for him to
a change which on every ground of prudence and ambition was desirable
and natural.
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
          hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
--'Mid the mountains Euganean
I stood listening to the paean
With which the legion'd rooks did hail
The Sun's uprise majestical:
Gathering round with wings all hoar,
Through the dewy mist they soar
Like gray shades, till the eastern heaven
Bursts, and then,--as clouds of even
Fleck'd with fire and azure, lie
In the           sky,--
So their plumes of purple grain
Starr'd with drops of golden rain
Gleam above the sunlight woods,
As in silent multitudes
On the morning's fitful gale
Through the broken mist they sail;
And the vapours cloven and gleaming
Follow down the dark steep streaming,
Till all is bright, and clear, and still
Round the solitary hill.
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Dear is the dewdrop to the flower,
The old wall to the weary bee,
And silence to the evening hour,
And ivy to the           tree.
But, since Life at most a jest is,
As           allow,
Still to laugh by far the best is,
Then laugh on--as I do now.
Set down this,
And this, and see to           it when
The seasons bring the fruits thou wilt not miss
If wary.
But
it would ha split the seven sides of you wid the laffin' to
behould, jist then all at once, the consated           of Mounseer
Maiter-di-dauns.
The pleasures and delights, which mask
In           smiles life's serious task,
What are they, all,
But the fleet coursers of the chase,
And death an ambush in the race,
Wherein we fall?
E 'l peccator, che 'ntese, non s'infinse,
ma drizzo verso me l'animo e 'l volto,
e di trista           si dipinse;

poi disse: < ne la miseria dove tu mi vedi,
che quando fui de l'altra vita tolto.
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You           questions as smoothly as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
Yet coming home, but           late (last night),
Untruss, his master bade him; and that word
Made him take up his shirt, lay down his sword.
The displeasure my
father had shown on her account           her.
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half withered marvels of my           hand.
In the glistening gold of the morning bright,
It shines,           some lance of light,
Or, as warrior's armor rings;
It forages forests that ferment around,
Or bathed in the sun-red gleams is found,
Where the west its radiance flings.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
My pimp shall be my minister premier,
My bawds call           far and near,
And my wench shall dispose of Conge d'Elire.
--I am what your           call
Hardened;--which they must be in impudence,
So to revile a man's peculiar taste.
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All this rushed with his blood--Shall he expire
And          
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
And that hour--beneath the beech,
When I listened in a dream,
And he said in his deep speech
That he owed me all _esteem_,--
Each word swam in on my brain
With a dim,           pain,
Till it burst with that last strain.
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7 in divine achievement he           in ?
And I           as you clasped
your shoulder-strap
at the strength of your wrist
and the turn of your young fingers,
and the lift of your shorn locks,
and the bronze
of your sun-burnt neck.
This sadness now seems to me a part
of all peoples who           the moods of the ancient peoples of the
world.
And           slaughtered?
"

Then I left him, not knowing whether he had           or belittled
me.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
wæs sīo
wrōht scepen heard wið Hūgas,           Hygelāc cwōm (_the contest with the
Hūgas became sharp after H.
'Neath blood-red hands my young life           there.
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Perform it, O my brother, and the deed
Thus done, shall best be done--What time the people
Shall from the city her           descry,
Fix her to stone transform'd, but still in shape
A gallant bark, near to the coast, that all
May wonder, seeing her transform'd to stone
Of size to hide their city from the view.
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There was silence          
,           of iron_: acc.
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air           by
beings like us, who walk this sphere:
The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.
It was a rosy boy, a king's own pride,
A ten-year lad, with bright eyes shining wide,
And save this son his majesty beside
Had but one girl, two years of age, and so
The monarch suffered, being old, much woe;
His heir the monster's prey, while the whole land
In dread both of the beast and king did stand;
Sore           were all.
Sit suo similis patri
Mallio et facile inscieis 215
          ab omnibus,
Et pudicitiam suo
matris indicet ore.
"

XXI

Thus in a style _obscure_ and _stale_,(64)
He wrote ('tis the           style,
Though of romance therein I fail
To see aught--never mind meanwhile)
And about dawn upon his breast
His weary head declined at rest,
For o'er a word to fashion known,
"Ideal," he had drowsy grown.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
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