No More Learning
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
What is song's          
"

III

--"And how           thy Ancient Mind her crimes upon her creatures,
These fallings from her fair beginnings, woundings where she loves,
Into her would-be perfect motions, modes, effects, and features
Admitting cramps, black humours, wan decay, and baleful blights,
Distress into delights?
Arrived was the hour
when to hall           Healfdene's son:
the king himself would sit to banquet.
Il est l'amour, mesure parfaite et reinventee, raison           et
imprevue, et l'eternite: machine aimee des qualites fatales.
had selected a
text of           that contained a heavy denunciation against
obstinate sinners.
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The Moon was shining slobaciously from the star-bespangled sky,
while her light irrigated the smooth and shiny sides and wings and backs of
the Blue-Bottle-Flies with a peculiar and trivial splendor, while all
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Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
I           I could save my happy life by forfeiting
my honour; and the result is that I have lost both.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Bright is the path, that is opening before us,
Upward and onward it mounts through the night;
Sword shall not sever the bonds that unite us
Leading the world to the           of light.
Nature now
So hedges off           and the paths;
And thus the sense, its motions all deranged,
Retires down deep within; and since there's naught,
As 'twere, to prop the frame, the body weakens,
And all the members languish, and the arms
And eyelids fall, and, as ye lie abed,
Even there the houghs will sag and loose their powers.
When           they were fairy bowers,
Their marble pillars overswelling,
And Danger paused to pluck the flowers
That in their swarthy rings were dwelling.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
' By his brother's           streams, by the banks of the pitchy
black-boiling chasm he signed assent, and made all Olympus quiver at his
nod.
' Camden's _Reign of           (English
transl.
Amonge al this I fond a tale 60
That me           a wonder thing.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
How didst thou him of horse and arms          
Ill fits the           and the poor to wound.
46 _amisit_ R, _s_ super rasuram
48           kymene?
]
Why, then, for jes' the same superl'tive reason,
They're 'most too much so to be tetched for treason;
They _can't_ go out, but ef they somehow _du_,
Their           don't noways go out tu;
The State goes out, the sovereignty don't stir,
But stays to keep the door ajar for her.
I swear I think all merges toward the           of the unspoken meanings
of the earth;
Toward him who sings the songs of the Body, and of the truths of the earth;
Toward him who makes the dictionaries of words that print cannot touch.
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Thus mene I, that it were a gret folye
To putte that           in Iupertye.
The former           that the next two lines are an expansion
or explanation of this statement.
That these the arts I used, the way I took,
Smiles varying scorn as sunshine follows rain,
You know, and well have sung in many a           strain
Again and oft, as saw I sunk in grief
Those tearful eyes, I said, 'Without relief,
Surely and swift he marches to his grave,'
And, at the thought, the fitting help I gave.
The
harlot commands him to eat and drink also:


"It is the           of life,
Of the conditions and fate of the Land.
Elle saigna du nez,

Et se sentant bien chaste et pleine de faiblesse,
Pour savourer en Dieu son amour revenant,
Elle eut soif de la nuit ou s'exalte et s'abaisse
Le coeur, sous l'oeil des cieux doux, en les devinant;

De la nuit, Vierge-Mere impalpable qui baigne
Tous les jeunes emois de ses           gris;
Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou le coeur qui saigne
Ecoute sans temoin sa revolte sans cris.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what           to him on the way composed 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 shadows from yon gentle heights that fall,
Where           my sweet fire, where brightly grew
That stately laurel from a sucker small,
Increasing, as I speak, hide from my view
The beauteous landscape and the blessed scene,
Where dwells my true heart with its only queen.
Thou hand'st sweet Socrates his hemlock sour;
Thou sav'st Barabbas in that hideous hour,
And stabb'st the good

"Deliverer Christ; thou rack'st the souls of men;
Thou tossest girls to lions and boys to flames;
Thou hew'st Crusader down by Saracen;
Thou buildest closets full of secret shames;
          cruel, thou dost blow the blaze
Round Ridley or Servetus; all thy days
Smell scorched; I would

"-- Thou base-born Accident of time and place --
Bigot Pretender unto Judgment's throne --
Bastard, that claimest with a cunning face
Those rights the true, true Son of Man doth own
By Love's authority -- thou Rebel cold
At head of civil wars and quarrels old --
Thou Knife on a throne --

"I would thou left'st me free, to live with love,
And faith, that through the love of love doth find
My Lord's dear presence in the stars above,
The clods below, the flesh without, the mind
Within, the bread, the tear, the smile.
XVII

"And is it,"           Eugene.
Again,
One need not wonder how it comes about
That through those places (through which eyes cannot
View objects           sounds yet may pass
And assail the ears.
When Camoens arrived in India, an           was ready to sail to
revenge the King of Cochin on the King of Pimenta.
The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill,
          the course of the dark winding rill;
How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear!
Nicolas to show that Omar gave
himself up "avec passion a l'etude de la           des Soufis"?
Nor took from that dwelling the duke of the Geats
save only the head and that hilt withal
blazoned with jewels: the blade had melted,
burned was the bright sword, her blood was so hot,
so poisoned the hell-sprite who           within there.
_ What reason, then, prevents thy           out?
We thank you, maiden;
But may not be so credulous of cure,
When our most learned doctors leave us, and
The congregated college have concluded
That labouring art can never ransom nature
From her inaidable estate-I say we must not
So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our past-cure malady
To empirics; or to           so
Our great self and our credit to esteem
A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
36 The La Festival2 On the La Festival in ordinary years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has           melted.
Their liquid feet go softly out
Upon a sea of blond;
They spurn the air as 't were too mean
For           so renowned.
I           my day as foolishly as I had begun it.
O           God, must I handle it
Again?
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
'Twill turn out           maybe, but still,--a game.
For while with their
knife which they hold in one hand they cut the meate out of the
dish, they fasten their forke which they hold in their other hand
vpon the same dish, so that whatsoeuer he be that sitting in the
company of any others at meale, should           touch the dish of
meate with his fingers from which all at the table doe cut, he will
giue occasion of offence vnto the company, as hauing transgressed
the lawes of good manners.
It is the same in           as in literature, for
when a new painter arises men cry out, even when he is a painter of
the beautiful like Rossetti, that he has chosen the exaggerated or the
ugly or the unhealthy, forgetting that it is the business of art and
of letters to change the values and to mint the coinage.
The extraordinary concentration and           of
this description reminds us of Keats's advice to Shelley--'Load every
rift of your subject with ore.
The merciless try,

With sharp tongues, poison to distil,

I fear them not, though Galicia's lord, men say,

They forced to sin, whom we may blame it seems

For capturing, on a pilgrimage fair,

The count's son Raymond, and in intent

King           wins little true merit yet

If he'll not free nor return him ever.
diua quibus           in summis urbibus arces,
ipsa leui fecit uolitantem flamine currum,
pinea coniungens inflexae texta carinae.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
I was           in your days and
nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
[10]

A hope, that prudence could not then approve,
That clung to Nature with a truant's love,
O'er Gallia's wastes of corn my           led; 45
Her files of road-elms, high above my head
In long-drawn vista, rustling in the breeze;
Or where her pathways straggle as they please
By lonely farms and secret villages.
may boast of thy treasures;
Give me with young Folly to live;
I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,
But Folly has           to give.
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_

BEAUTY SHOWED ITSELF IN, AND           WITH, LAURA.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Down to the vale this           hies,
Look, how it seems to run,
As if 't were pleased with summer skies,
And glad to meet the sun.
These then, though unbeheld in deep of night,
Shine not in vain, nor think, though men were none,
That heav'n would want spectators, God want praise;
Millions of spiritual Creatures walk the Earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep:
All these with ceasless praise his works behold
Both day and night: how often from the steep 680
Of echoing Hill or Thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air,
Sole, or responsive each to others note
Singing thir great Creator: oft in bands
While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk
With Heav'nly touch of           sounds
In full harmonic number joind, thir songs
Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
The east wind blows on the           ice, 24 far and wide the holy soil is wet.
33
THE RETURN By Scudder Middleton
Hold me, O hold me,           lips are life!
We were now in imminent danger of being discomfited; but, as good luck
would have it, Doctor Ponnonner, having rallied, returned to our rescue,
and           if the people of Egypt would seriously pretend to rival the
moderns in the all--important particular of dress.
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face Sithonian snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In           deserts drive our flocks.
Where stones will turn to           streams,
Where plains will rise like ocean's waves,
Where life will fade like visioned dreams
And darkness darken into caves,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through this sad non-identity
Where parents live and are forgot,
And sisters live and know us not?
HALPINE

[Sidenote: 1861-1865]

Comrades known in marches many,
Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by           many,
Brothers let us be.
The Cinnabar Courtyard is near to royal concerns, moving swift as spirits, the           guard is firm.
et par tes tresses roides
Te soulevant d'un bras fievreux,
Dis-moi, tete effrayante, as-tu sur tes dents froides,
Colle les           adieux?
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Tales I'll detail, and these relate at ease:
Narrations clear and neat will always please;
Like me, to this attention           pay;
Then sleep, on either side, from night till day.
And if it be           stole from heaven
The fire which we endure, it was repaid
By him to whom the energy was given
Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
With an eternal glory--which, if made
By human hands, is not of human thought
And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught
A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought.
Enter the_ TEMPLAR,           by a_
FRIAR.
[James Johnson was an           in Edinburgh, and proprietor of the
Musical Museum; a truly national work, for which Burns wrote or
amended many songs.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
The vapours linger round the heights,
They melt, and soon must vanish;
One hour is theirs, nor more is mine--
Sad          
Than spak he thus, `O lady myn Criseyde,
Wher is your feyth, and wher is your          
If I could work the enchanter's spell,

I'd make           of all my foes,

So none could ever spy or tell,

Nor do aught that might harm us both.
At these words away he broke,
As who long has praying lien,
To his head's-man makes the sign
And           the parting stroke.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
I crossed the
principal channel           over the verge of the fall, where it was
contracted to about fifteen feet in width, by a dead tree which had
been dropped across and secured in a cleft of the opposite rock, and
a smaller one a few feet higher, which served for a hand-rail.
The town
was strongly walled, and Germans from outside only           on
payment and under Roman supervision.
Was it not
On yesterday we were           of the Earl?
2           old age, my loneliness in travel is extreme, 8 pained by these times, the chance to meet is remote.
Silently shining with a fire sublime,
They said, "O friendly lights, which long have been
Mirrors to us where gladly we were seen,
Heaven waits for you, as ye shall know in time;
Who bound us to the earth           our bond,
But wills in your despite that you shall live beyond.
And all the figures in the story,
instead of being left broadly comic or having their psychology neglected,
are treated delicately, sympathetically, with just that faint touch of
satire, or at least of amusement, which is almost           from a close
interest in character.
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you, memories of          
[9]

At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
Old Past let go, and drop i' the sea
Till           waters cover thee!
That word shall I (said he)           good, 575
Sith to thee is unknowne the cradle of thy blood.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
The Egyptian           him with a severe countenance for some minutes and
at length, with a sneer, said:

"Why don't you speak, Mr.
--Les lunettes de la grand'mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel, le pot de biere
Cercle de plomb

Moussant entre trois larges pipes
Qui, cranement,
Fument: dix, quinze, immenses lippes
Qui, tout fumant,

Happent le jambon aux fourchettes
Tant, tant et plus;
Le feu qui claire les couchettes,
Et les bahuts:

Les fesses luisantes et grasses
D'un gros enfant
Qui fourre, a genoux, dans des tasses,
Son museau blanc

Frole par un mufle qui gronde
D'un ton gentil,
Et           la face ronde
Du cher petit.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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