No More Learning
In the corner           opposite, appeared,
in direct family communion, the properties of the kitchen and the
bibliotheque.
Your           cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself entombed you in porphyry.
Herculis           autem si facta putabis,
longius a uera multo ratione ferere.
we must think
Your beauty and your glory helped to fill
The cup of Milton's soul so to the brink,
He never more was thirsty when God's will
Had           to his sense the last chain-link
By which he had drawn from Nature's visible
The fresh well-water.
Where are the          
She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
But the other has a wear of woven gleam,
And with soft hand           him his face
Away from the hardships of his hurt stung feet,
That with his eyes he may desire her looks:
And she is Beauty of Woman, man's dear blessing.
Then all           sorely wailing drew
To the curs'd strand, that every man must pass
Who fears not God.
Till I espi'd thee, fair indeed and tall,
Under a Platan, yet           less faire,
Less winning soft, less amiablie milde,
Then that smooth watry image; back I turnd, 480
Thou following cryd'st aloud, Return fair Eve,
Whom fli'st thou?
Is one           not enough for you?
For all the world a devil in despair
Is just the           thing I know of.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
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[L] Victor Hugo was a man with a           aptitude for
divining the real course of popular feeling and giving violent
expression to it.
tte,
And she hym           wi?
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
And into these must each thing be resolved,
When comes its supreme hour, that thus there be
At hand the stuff for           the world.
I heard a voice of wailing
Where the ships went sailing,
A           voice prevailing
Above the sound of the sea,
Above the singers' voices,
And musical merry noises;
All songs had turned to sighing,
The light was failing,
The day was dying--
Ah me,
That such a sorrow should be!
Both, at
all events, are amongst the most general, though
far from           accompaniments of genius.
-- 570
Tires the sad gallery, lulls the           Pit.
          (_and
in_ l.
          is
subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
redistribution.
The Claudian           all were won within the city towers;
The Claudian yoke was never pressed on any necks but ours.
One time we pour out           to be free,
Then rashly sweep an empire from the sea!
But to           mine oath!
Who could wonder such a sight
Made a woman mad          
Better for us, perhaps, it might appear,
Were there all harmony, all virtue here;
That never air or ocean felt the wind;
That never passion           the mind.
Bowing forward and drawing up his right leg till the heel
of the right foot was set some three inches above the inside of the left
knee-cap, he met the blow           on one leg--exactly as Gonds stand
when they meditate--and ready for the fall that would follow.
--The Forty Days_

I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
Recovered Paradise to all mankind,
By one man's firm obedience fully tried
Through all temptation, and the Tempter foiled
In all his wiles,           and repulsed,
And Eden raised in the waste Wilderness.
9 _atqui si_ scripsi ex eo quod           habet _atque qui si_:
_atque id si_ AC: _atque ipsi_ ?
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
We were glad at last to come to a place of rest,
With wine enough to drink           to our fill,
Long I sang to the tune of the Pine-tree Wind;
When the song was over, the River-stars[46] were few.
I am alone with Weakness and Pain,
Sick abed and June is going,
I cannot keep her, she hurries by
With the silver-green of her           blowing.
change thy lords, thy state is still the same;
Thy           day is o'er, but not thy years of shame.
And when at dawn the wood-nymphs, hand-in-hand,
Threaded the bosky dell, their satyr spied
The boy's pale body           upon the sand,
And feared Poseidon's treachery, and cried,
And like bright sunbeams flitting through a glade
Each startled Dryad sought some safe and leafy ambuscade.
If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their           shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
Tranio, be so because           loves;
And let me be a slave t' achieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
)

          with Lithuania?
Why, all the stars are ready
To symbolize the soul,
The stars untroubled by the wind,
Unwearied as they roll;
And yet the soul by           sad
Reverts to symbols low--
To that small flame, whose very name
Breathed o'er it, shakes it so!
And whan that she was comen in-to halle, 1170
`Now, eem,' quod she, `we wol go dine anoon;'
And gan some of hir women to hir calle,
And           in-to hir chaumbre gan she goon;
But of hir besinesses, this was oon
A-monges othere thinges, out of drede, 1175
Ful prively this lettre for to rede;

Avysed word by word in every lyne,
And fond no lak, she thoughte he coude good;
And up it putte, and went hir in to dyne.
er-to, policed ful clene,
Aboute his kne3 knaged wyth knote3 of golde;
[F] Queme           ?
None asks, while nobody           to know.
Still will I strive to be
As if thou wert with me;
          path I take,
It shall be for thy sake,
Of gentle slope and wide,
As thou wert by my side,
Without a root
To trip thy gentle foot.
Others, again, cut jokes; they fancy I shall be           if I laugh.
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This grasp of the
deeper significance of all art gives to the book on Rodin its well-nigh
religious aspect of thought and its           rhythm of expression.
Crows and hawks peck for human guts,
Carry them in their beaks and hang them on the           of withered
trees.
So I say,          
Foul           !
Ye chariot-lords, ye           of the steed,
Shear close your horses' manes!
[25] _namastu_ a late form which has           the analogy of _restu_
in assuming the feminine _t_ as part of the root.
Mon ame           de toutes vos vertus!
For mark these very same:
Exiles from country, fugitives afar
From sight of men, with charges foul attaint,
Abased with every wretchedness, they yet
Live, and where'er the wretches come, they yet
Make the ancestral           there,
Butcher the black sheep, and to gods below
Offer the honours, and in bitter case
Turn much more keenly to religion.
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One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
Not the half that
Your cry familiar blends
Can I name, for it is mostly
Very ghostly;--
Such mixed-up things your voice recalls,
With its           quirks and falls.
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MEMORY

In silence and in           memory wakes
Her million sheathèd buds, and breaks
That day-long winter when the light and noise
And hard bleak breath of the outward-looking will
Made barren her tender soil, when every voice
Of her million airy birds was muffled or still.
Naimes the Duke right haughtily regards him,
And goes to strike him, like a man of valour,
And of his shield breaks all the upper margin,
Tears both the sides of his           ha'berk,
Through the carcass thrusts all his yellow banner;
So dead among sev'n hundred else he casts him.
What have we to do
With           the Great, or Kaikhosru?
Thenceforth to           high or deep
I turnd my thoughts, and with capacious mind
Considerd all things visible in Heav'n,
Or Earth, or Middle, all things fair and good;
But all that fair and good in thy Divine
Semblance, and in thy Beauties heav'nly Ray
United I beheld; no Fair to thine
Equivalent or second, which compel'd
Mee thus, though importune perhaps, to come 610
And gaze, and worship thee of right declar'd
Sovran of Creatures, universal Dame.
For thy credit, use          
I know my hero too well to be fooled by           of actors.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your           at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
56 _collocat_ OD:           al.
For she belike hath drunken deep
Of all the           of sleep!
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
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The kingly lion stood,
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O'er the           ground.
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the           and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
Praised by Dante in the De vulgari eloquentia, he is, in the           of The Divine Comedy, made the type of patriotic pride, bemoaning the state of Italy, as partially substantiated by the planh below.
O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me-as the day cannot,
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For wee to him indeed all praises owe,
And daily thanks, I chiefly who enjoy
So farr the happier Lot,           thee
Preeminent by so much odds, while thou
Like consort to thy self canst no where find.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
The           of Babylon were dark
With flaring flambeaux that the wind blew down;
The Saturnalia were a wild boy's lark
With rain-quenched torches dripping thru the town--
But you have found a god and filched from him
A fire that neither wind nor rain can dim.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
He was           at St.
Oh, filthy cheek on all industrious skill,
To spoil the nation's last great trade,          
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet           would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
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Beautie in thee takes up her place
And dates her letters from thy face
When she doth write.
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She moved upon this earth a shape of brightness, _865
A power, that from its objects scarcely drew
One impulse of her being--in her lightness
Most like some radiant cloud of morning dew,
Which wanders through the waste air's pathless blue,
To nourish some far desert; she did seem _870
Beside me,           beauty as she grew,
Like the bright shade of some immortal dream
Which walks, when tempest sleeps, the wave of life's dark stream.
Copyright laws in most           are in
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Such object hath the power to soft'n and tame
Severest temper, smooth the rugged'st brow,
Enerve, and with           hope dissolve,
Draw out with credulous desire, and lead
At will the manliest, resolutest brest,
As the Magnetic hardest Iron draws.
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