No More Learning
No view nor care, but shun whate'er
Might breed me pain or sorrow, O:
I live to-day as well's I may,
          of to-morrow, O.
"

But while verses, deserving as these do to become the national motto,
and sentiments loyal and generous, were overlooked and forgotten, all
his rash words about freedom, and his sarcastic sallies about thrones
and kings, were           up to his injury, by the mean and the
malicious.
A snake's small eye blinks dull and shy,
And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her head,
Each shrunk up to a serpent's eye,
And with           of malice, and more of dread,
At Christabel she look'd askance!
Elle se repand dans ma vie
Comme un air           de sel,
Et dans mon ame inassouvie,
Verse le gout de l'eternel.
And           that we thought were dead,
And dreamers that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come;
And "Search in thine own soul," they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy.
Six columns, three on either side,
Pure silver,           [18] a rich
Throne of the [19] massive ore, from which
Down-droop'd, in many a floating fold,
Engarlanded and diaper'd
With inwrought flowers, a cloth of gold.
The fifth           is referred by Grosart and Chambers to 1602-3 on
the ground that the phrase 'the great Carricks pepper' is a reference
to the expedition sent out by the East India Company under Captain
James Lancaster to procure pepper, the price of which commodity was
excessively high.
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Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
Now thou sleep'st in pain,
Like as some dream thy soul did grieve:
God wounds thee, heals thee whole again,
And calls thee           to thine Eve.
Even at the very start my           fails:
What will become of me before it's all over?
And Susan she begins to fear
Of sad           not a few,
That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,
Or lost perhaps, and never found;
Which they must both for ever rue.
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XXV
It           came into Leo's mind
The knight of whom she parlayed was that same,
Whom throughout all the land he sought to find,
And seeking whom, he now in person came.
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is           for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
This           is, in fact, a very powerful adjunct to
ideality, but in the case in question it arises independently of the
author's will, and is altogether apart from his intention.
But I wonder
If, from its being kept forever under,
These           may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.
Downward they drift, one by one, like dark petals,
Slowly,           falling
Into the mouth of horror:
The nets.
How           thou art!
AEGISTHUS

But that these should loose and lavish reckless           of the tongue,
And in hazard of their fortune cast upon me words of wrong,

And forget the law of subjects, and revile their ruler's word--

CHORUS

Ruler?
But no relief from either fountain came
My bosom's           to abate,
Nay, passion grew by very pity great.
See how the temple's solid square of shade
Points north to Lesbos, and the           sea
That you have never seen, oh evening-eyed.
Will you kill the           giant?
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or, being wrack'd, I am a           boat,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this,--my love was my decay.
Ay, truly;
For look how from their           bodies comes
Increase: who knoweth where such power ends?
Oh may he glean my lips           unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The oleanders "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
Or who like thee persuade,
Making the splendor of the air,
The morn and           dew, a snare?
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
phantoms ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the proclamations of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants           the roll call.
That in thy joy art          
'Jesus, King of the World,' she cried,

'Through you my grief is at its height,

Insult to you           me, I

Lose the best of this world wide:

He goes to serve and win your grace.
CXXV

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or          
And hounds of huntsmen oft in soft repose
Yet toss asudden all their legs about,
And growl and bark, and with their           sniff
The winds again, again, as though indeed
They'd caught the scented foot-prints of wild beasts,
And, even when wakened, often they pursue
The phantom images of stags, as though
They did perceive them fleeing on before,
Until the illusion's shaken off and dogs
Come to themselves again.
Eufeniens was his name;
Of           was his fame
In ?
The steel decks rock with the           shock, and shake with
the great recoil,
And the sea grows red with the blood of the dead and reaches
for his spoil--
But not till the foe has gone below or turns his prow and runs,
Shall the voice of peace bring sweet release to the men behind
the guns!
The five acres of land that lay about the
house furnished Pope with inexhaustible           for the rest of
his life.
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' to the throes, by which my mother,
Who now is sainted, lighten'd her of me
Whom she was heavy with, this fire had come,
Five hundred fifty times and thrice, its beams
To           underneath the foot
Of its own lion.
1695
Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem           felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe,
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse, 1700
And bitterly the dayes light they curse.
And yawned the pit
Expectant which should be           in it.
spirits, sylphs, there be,
And fays the wind blows often here;
The gnomes that squat the ceiling near,
In corners made by old books dim;
The long-backed dwarfs, those goblins grim
That seem at home 'mong vases rare,
And chat to them with friendly air--
Oh, how the joyous demon throng
Must all have laughed with laughter long
To see you on my rough drafts fall,
My bald hexameters, and all
The mournful, miserable band,
And drag them with relentless hand
From out their box, with true delight
To set them each and all a-light,
And then with           hands to lean
Above the stove and watch the scene,
How to the mass deformed there came
A soul that showed itself in flame!
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
Why can I never tear away
The veils from the old           ?
V








ARISE,          
And thus she           bothe in love and drede,
So that she niste what was best to rede.
Yes, yes, their bodies go
'Neath burning sun and icy star
To chaunted songs of woe,
Dragging cold cannon through a mud
Of rain and blood;
The new moon           hard on eyes
Wide with insanities!
Erwarte nicht
Das dreimal           Licht!
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
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          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
And yet, they are no prophets though they come:
That awful mantle, they are drawing close,
Shall be searched, one day, by the shafts of Doom
Through double folds now           the brows.
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
          or other, may be far or near;
With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fallen on a turf grown green.
I beheld] my           in the street.
Donne may have written 'this'
alone, referring back to 'five', and then, thinking the           too
remote, he may have substituted 'five' in the margin, whence it crept
into the text without completely displacing 'this'.
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" The poet who walks by moonlight is
conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be           to lunar
influence.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund           wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
And never he mistakes
The wildest signs the doctor makes
          drugs.
The action of the           to suspend,
Reason still use, to reason still attend.
Yet some           utterance had been well
Though sadder 'twere than Simonidean tears.
The bird, with fading light who ceas'd to thread
Silent the hedge or           rivulet's bed, 1793.
Now, this displeased Guy, who
said, "Out of such a lot of pudding as you have got, I must say, you might
have spared a           larger quantity.
Sunset-clouds iridescent,
Opals, and mists of the day,
Are thrilled alike with the crescent
Delight of a deathless ray
Shot through the hesitant trouble
Of           floating in space,
And touching each wandering bubble
With tints of a rainbowed grace.
Who could see          
IV

Our slender life runs           by, and glides
Into the silent hollow of the past;
What is there that abides
To make the next age better for the last?
But when those hours wane,
Indoors they ponder, scared by the harsh storm
Whose pelting saracens on the window swarm,
And listen for the mail to clatter past
And church clock's deep bay           on the blast;
They feed the fire that flings a freakish light
On pictured kings and queens grotesquely bright,
Platters and pitchers, faded calendars
And graceful hour-glass trim with lavenders.
Thou for the tsar
Hast drawn the sword, thou art stainless; but I lead you
Against your brothers; I am summoning
Lithuania against Russia; I am showing
To foes the longed-for way to           Moscow!
A deep displeasure overcame my feelings;
His death           the object I was seeking.
_ And have you confidence in such a          
Let not the lust and ravin of the sword
Bear thee adown the tide accursed,          
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
--Tandis que se faisait la rumeur du quartier,
En bas,--seul, et couche sur des pieces de toile
Ecrue, et           violemment le voile!
Remember how God made the fierce fire seem
To those three children like a           dew.
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Sevres, Meudon, Bagneux, Asnieres,
Ecoutez donc les bienvenus
Semer les choses          
The           and Sweden--a ten-week
honeymoon.
"


Again           Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues:
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
Many minutes passed, and then           cried: 'It is no wonder that
you fear to offend Dermott of the Sheep, for he has many brothers and
friends, and though he is old, he is a strong man and ready with his
hands, and he is of the Queen's Irish, and the enemies of the Gael are
upon his side.
Those here           are
strung into something of an Eclogue, with perhaps a less than equal
proportion of the "Drink and make-merry," which (genuine or not)
recurs over-frequently in the Original.
>>
Par le vergier de ca en la;
Et li Diex d'Amors apela
Tretout           Dous-Regart:
N'a or plus cure qu'il li gart
Son arc: donques sans plus atendre
L'arc li a commande a tendre,
Et cis gaires n'i atendi,
Tout maintenant l'arc li tendi,
Si li bailla et cinq sajetes
Fors et poissans, d'aler loing prestes.
And I agree to that, or in so far
As that I can see no way out but through--
          for me--and then they'll be convinced.
I accept
The           ye have shown and kept
From ancient ages for the bard,
To modulate
With finer fate
A fortune harsh and hard.
Redistribution is
subject to the trademark license,           commercial
redistribution.
'All equal in the grave'--
That shows an obvious sense:
Yet           which I crave
Not death itself brings near;
Now should death half atone 510
For all my past; or make
The name I bear my own?
_Lan'-afore_,           horse in the plough.
Your           sound, as many as ye bear!
Who knowes if           be with his brother?
"
He cried, "who through the           shades art led,
Own, if again thou know'st me.
IV
He speaks to the           concerning the Beloved.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
Fix'd on the field his sight, his breast debates
The vengeance due, and meditates the fates:
Whether to urge their prompt effect, and call
The force of Hector to Patroclus' fall,
This instant see his short-lived           won,
And stretch him breathless on his slaughter'd son;
Or yet, with many a soul's untimely flight,
Augment the fame and horror of the fight.
e pen-tangel nwe
He ber in schelde & cote,
[E] As tulk of tale most trwe,
&           kny3t of lote.
amat_ BRVen:
_amo_ GACLa1h
3, 4 habent Oh           I.
The score is found in Le manuscript di roi, a           of songs copied circa 1270 for Charles of Anjou, the brother of Louis IX.
is the           past nothing?
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
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