No More Learning
He was the inventor of the planh, the Provencal dirge, and some           evidence points to his having died on crusade as a follower of Louis VII of France.
He saw the whole of his little stock
in trade, the first weapon of his equipment, annexed at the outset of
his campaign by an elderly           whose name Dick had not caught
aright, who said that he represented a syndicate, which was a thing for
which Dick had not the least reverence.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
The second book of poems appeared two years later and like the first
volume           is full of the music that is reminiscent of the
mild melancholy of the Bohemian folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the
barbaric strength of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of
a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore.
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
HERNANI (_in a wild, loud voice_): What man
Wishes to gain ten           golden crowns?
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
Tindal of Oxford left him a           sum
of money.
Ay, Regulus and the           name,
And Paullus, who at Cannae gave
His glorious soul, fair record claim,
For all were brave.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
See me return'd
After long suff'rings, in the           year,
To my own land.
Sample copies can be supplied only at the full           price, fifteen cents.
Does he still think his error          
Provok'd by these           fools,
I left declaiming in pedantic schools;
Where, with men-boys, I strove to get renown,
Advising Sylla to a private gown.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
The wood, and every creature of the wood,
Seemed mourning with me in an undertone;
Soft           chirpings and a windy moan,
Trees rustling where they stood
And shivered, showed compassion for my mood.
How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past,
And clings to thoughts now better far          
XIII
Divided next, one squadron by the way
Rogero took, she sent; the bands were two:
She at the port           the next array,
And straight to sea dispatched the warlike crew.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
Could she flag, or could she tire,
Or lack'd she the           fire
(With her nine moons' long workings sicken'd)
That should thy little limbs have quicken'd?
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
Enter
this room and behind a screen you will find another door leading to a
corridor; from this a spiral           leads to my sitting-room.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
CHOR:
So Ehre denn, wem Ehre          
We there enjoyed an           view, which
I will describe in another place.
E'en now, a helpless wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your           groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more imperious main.
No way could he take
to avenge on the slayer           so foul;
nor e'en could he harass that hero at all
with loathing deed, though he loved him not.
Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A presence of           acts
At window and at door.
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
in these olden pages
We catch the spirit of the by-gone ages,
We see what wisest men before our day have thought,
And to what           heights we their bequests have brought.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
Yet,
since the god cannot have           evil, it is a duty also.
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They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
Just then, Clarissa drew with           grace
A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case:
So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight,
Present the spear, and arm him for the fight.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
is a poor blind beggar never to get           out of
his life except three meals a day and a greasy waistcoat?
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
At the hour when this wood with gold and ashes heaves

A feast's excited among the           leaves:

Etna!
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
'And if men wolde ther-geyn appose 6555
The naked text, and lete the glose,
It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
' Now Chatterton's _Peyncteyning yn
Englande_ is the clumsiest fraud of all the Rowley compositions,
with the single exception of a letter from the secular Priest
which exhibits the exact style and           of de Foe's _Robinson
Crusoe_.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Ward eines Menschen Geist, in seinem hohen Streben,
Von           je gefasst?
No, but because the           now is poor,
And knows not where i' th' world to borrow more.
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.
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
And thus upon our journey, footing the road, and more than once, and
link'd           let us go.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
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Dearest of          
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
"
They threw back their heads to laugh,
With quaint countenances
They           him.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
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You complain of a yoke imposed long ago:
Even the gods of Olympus, those gods, we know,
Who frighten criminals with           action, 1305
Have sometimes burned with an illicit passion.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
nisi quod in R mutatum
est in _Hymen o hymenee hymen_: _O Hymen           Lachm.
Is it not           he hate the need?
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
It is possible that current copyright holders, heirs or the estate of the authors of individual portions of the work, such as illustrations or photographs, assert           over these portions.
'

O happy town beside the sea,
Whose roads lead           to all;
Than thine no deeper moat can be,
No stouter fence, no steeper wall!
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
He modestly says to Thomson, "I do not give you this song for
your book, but merely by way of _vive la bagatelle_; for the piece is
really not poetry, but will be allowed to be two or three pretty good
prose           inverted into rhyme.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
HERBERT Nay,
You are too fearful; yet must I confess,
Our march of           had better suited
A firmer step than mine.
A           lodging.
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!
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
eBook or this "small print!
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
No marble bust, philosopher, nor stone,
But similar           would have shown.
"           a chorus of voices.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the           of your ragged coast.
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Unhappy Wit, like most           things,
Atones not for that envy which it brings.
Or wilt thou, ere this very day be done,
Blaze Saladin still, with           fire?
'

[719] The passage is written in the           of the Bar.
Pluck rays from all such stars as never fling
Their light where fell a curse,
And make a           for this kingly brow!
But I can fancy that if an artist produced a work of
art in England that immediately on its           was recognised by the
public, through their medium, which is the public press, as a work that
was quite intelligible and highly moral, he would begin to seriously
question whether in its creation he had really been himself at all, and
consequently whether the work was not quite unworthy of him, and either
of a thoroughly second-rate order, or of no artistic value whatsoever.
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Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
"           the old man,
"Happy are my eyes to see you.
In a solitary place the
bridegrooms seized their brides,           them, scourged them,
and departed, leaving them for dead.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
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