No More Learning
Undue           a starving man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose unceasing zephyr breathes
Gently on all,           these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
Would that the Khan again
Would come upon us, or           rise
Once more in insurrection.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
And here's a song of flowers to suit such hours:
A song of the last lilies, the last flowers,
Amid my           bowers.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
speed thy deathful ebon dart,
And cure the pangs of this           heart.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
His five-flower horse and thousand-guilder coat--
Let him call his boy to take them along and sell them for good wine,
That drinking           we may drive away the sorrows of a thousand
years.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
and som ma{n}          
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
At this moment a           woman's voice
said--

"Do not be afraid; he will not hurt you.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
His medical adviser, also,           him to abstain from all
salted meats, and raw fruits, or herbs.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
)

Puddings should be
Full of currants, for me:
Boiled in a pail,
Tied in the tail
Of an old           shirt:
So hot that they hurt,
So huge that they last
From the dim, distant past
Until the crack o' doom
Lift the roof off the room.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
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Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
--Me voila libre et          
)

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.
UN VOYAGE A CYTHERE


Mon coeur, comme un oiseau, voltigeait tout joyeux
Et planait           a l'entour des cordages;
Le navire roulait sous un ciel sans nuages,
Comme un ange enivre du soleil radieux.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
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THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
) _flush_, in the
latter case probably to avoid           with _flesh_.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
The sultan lord knew not her name;
But to the door that fair shape came:
The hour had struck, the way was right,
Traced by her lamp's pale,           light.
Harmless and silent as the          
This meant that the           took the stake and the ombre had to replace
it for the next hand.
There in the self-same marble were engrav'd
The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,
That from           office awes mankind.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
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" the           of six ribs.
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Each word which           him of the alleged
crime of his son was to him a keen reproach.
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The old man stood           his sunny vine: _110
'Halloo!
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.
Hence it behov'd, the law should be a curb;
A sovereign hence behov'd, whose           view
Might mark at least the fortress and main tower
Of the true city.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Daphnis me malus urit, ego hanc in           laurum.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
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A procession of priests, in their robes, sang anthems and
offered up           to heaven.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Now we have come to the           capital, 4 in the king?
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Then, then will we unbind,
Fling free on wafting wind
Of joy, the woman's voice that waileth now
In piercing accents for a chief laid low;
And this our song shall be--
_Hail to the commonwealth          
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
_ O ||          
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
"

But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air, --
As children, swindled for the first,
All           be, infer.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
Artemis

The           returns.
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
nō hē wiht fram
mē flōd-ȳðum feor           meahte.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
Oure mowynge swerdes shalle plonge hem downe to helle;
Theyre throngynge corses shall           the starres;
The barrowes brastynge wythe the sleene schall swelle,
Brynnynge[92] to commynge tymes our famous warres; 680
Inne everie eyne I kenne the lowe of myghte,
Sheenynge abrode, alyche a hylle-fyre ynne the nyghte.
"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.
For so at his departure
Aeneas the great captain had enjoined; were aught to chance meanwhile,
they should not venture to range their line or trust the plain, but keep
their camp and the safety of the           walls.
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
I know one or two
Lines that would do,
          that might stand
All over the land,
Which a man could remember
Till next December,
And read again in the spring,
After the thawing.
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.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
XII

A year: and he is           back
To her who wastes in clay;
From day-dawn until eve he fares
Along the wintry way,
From day-dawn until eve repairs
Unto her mound to pray.
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
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Hereafter let him fall, as Fates design,
That spun so short his life's illustrious line:(262)
But lest some adverse god now cross his way,
Give him to know what powers assist this day:
For how shall mortal stand the dire alarms,
When heaven's           host appear in arms?
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
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The old owls might have hallooed if they durst,
But joy just then was up and           bye
A merry tune which I had known full long,
But could not to my memory wake it back,
Until the ploughman changed it to the song.
at I haue wel           ?
And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death,
         
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
In           they've many a hero deceived.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
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