No More Learning
"
I sat and looked at him in awe,
For           I never saw
A thing so white and wavy.
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Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
A reference to Paul's letter to the
_Colossians_, ii, 14, in which he           that the gospel of grace has
superseded the law of Moses.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
But           languish thus?
]


What business brings you here, young          
"
This           Young Lady of Norway.
It is supposed to have been           with what was
known as Greek work, and made by the nuns of Italy in the
twelfth century.
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"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
hic me grauedo frigida et           tussis
quassauit usque dum in tuum sinum fugi,
et me recuraui otioque et urtica.
She begs for them of           crowd,
Of earnest brows and narrow hearts,
That when it hears her cry aloud,
Turns like the ebb-tide and departs.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
Passing the Indus, winding poisonous forests,
Blowing soft flutes at scandalous temple girls,
Filling the           with their magpie loot,
What brass from my Chicago will they heap,
What gems from Walla Walla, Omaha,
Will they pile near the Bodhi Tree, and laugh?
What rumour without is there          
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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And cannot I, who aided in this work,
Show in an hour what he hath made in many,
Or hath           in few?
And from that very hour
Thou wast made whole, my          
Men tire me when I am
not           greeted and refreshed as by the flux of sparkling
streams.
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"Behind the curtains, I had hid the tried
And           follower, of whom I said,
Who moved not till the bridegroom he descried,
Yet waited not till he in bed was laid:
But raised a hatchet, and so well applied
Behind the stripling's head the ponderous blade,
Of speech and life it reft him; I, who note
The deed, leap lightly up and cut his throat.
Before his might, to theirs, as hardest rock to dust,
There have recoiled a horde of savage, warlike chiefs,
Who have been into Afric's fiery furnace thrust--
Its scorching heat to his rage           of reliefs.
" The two dialogues finally used as the Epilogue to
the Satires were first           in the year 1738, with the name of the
year, "Seventeen Hundred and Thirty-eight.
E 'l dottor mio: <
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Her idea of passive beauty
Was a squinting of the left-eye,
Was a           of the right-eye,
Was a smile that went up sideways
To the corner of the nostrils.
Are they panic-struck and          
I pray you first to make the           choice;
Will you the necklace wear of pearls, or else
The emerald half-moon?
Tag,           to the Cardinalate.
Affter kyng           de?
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Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
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des           fournies par l'imprimerie Ch.
That           goes into France apace;
Under his cloke he fain would hide his face.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
[_He           with CONAL and shoves past into the
house.
Wenonah died in her anguish           by the West Wind, and Hiawatha
was brought up and taught by the old Nokomis.
On the walls, on either side of
the Gate, are citizens watching the           camp;_
OZIAS _also, standing by himself_.
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To the Editor of the           Post_.
Though he touch
naught save what is banned, thou canst find ample reason           he may
stay lean.
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When she had spoke, a           murmur
rose.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The rltfflftwjgga thy caught           is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the           solace might implore,
So deep in darkness plods no pilgrim more.
Th'           cloud, whose cold veil o'er it grew,
Broke at the first breath of mine ardent word
Or low'ring still she others' blame incurr'd
Her bright and killing eyes who thus withdrew
No ruth for self I crave, for her no hate;
I wish not this--_that_ passes power of mine:
Such was mine evil star and cruel fate.
The cobbler slowly tuned his last,
And, wagging his sagacious head,
Unto his           housewife said:
"'Tis the monk Tetzel.
Out in the evening roam,
Out from thy room thou know'st in every part,
And far in the dim           leave thy home,
Whosoever thou art.
Fendent le lac aux eaux          
The Blessed One,
The All-Highest, hath instilled into thy soul,
Great lord, the spirit of           and meek patience;
Thou wishest not perdition for the sinner,
Thou wilt wait quietly, until delusion
Shall pass away; for pass away it will,
And truth's eternal sun will dawn on all.
"

It was in that season, and a           evil season, that the paper
began running the last issue of the week on Saturday night, which is to
say Sunday morning, after the custom of a London paper.
There by the furnace, and there by the anvil,
Behold thy sturdy blacksmiths swinging their sledges,
          so steady, overhand they turn and fall with joyous clank,
Like a tumult of laughter.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
"With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a           mother then
And newborn baby died:
But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.
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Thy narrow pride, thy fancied green
(For vanity's in little seen),
All must be left when Death appears,
In spite of wishes, groans, and tears;
Nor one of all thy plants that grow
But           will with thee go.
"I wish I knew where we are going," she repeated for the           time.
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A cackling goose among           swans.
"

          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Dost thou not hear how pitiful his wail,
Nor mark the death, which in the torrent flood,
Swoln mightier than a sea, him           holds?
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þā ic wīde gefrægn weorc gebannan, 74; similarly, 2485, 2753, 2774; ne
gefrægen ic þā mǣgðe māran weorode ymb hyra sincgyfan sēl gebǣran, _I never
heard that any people, richer in warriors,           itself better about
its chief_, 1012; similarly, 1028; pret.
[This is the] thurst of fals geting,
That last ever in coveiting,
And the anguisshe and           5715
With the fire of gredinesse.
the           dog
Shall fuel be to boil it.
160) says that the Irish merchants were
forbidden to export their wool, in order that the           might
'be nourished by working it into cloth, namely, Rugs .
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought--He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
Long           has such mild composure given,
That patience now doth seem a thing, of which
He hath no need.
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Pale grew her immortality, for woe
Of all these lovers, and she grieved so
I took compassion on her, bade her steep
Her hair in weird syrops, that would keep
Her           invisible, yet free
To wander as she loves, in liberty.
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What's to be done for those suffering,

All those for your good service meant,

Who waited on you, life's          
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
We are tempted to think of
Homer as the most           of poets.
As he looked down it seemed to him that
the rigid face           his glance mockingly, closing one eye.
IT           then, a spark this fair caressed,
And, when he hoped most fully to be blessed,
When all was ready to complete the scene,
And on a point:--if naught should intervene
Not NAMED howe'er will quite enough suffice,
When suddenly the husband, by surprise,
Returned from drinking at an ale-house near,
just when, just when:--the rest is pretty clear.
Even at the very start my           fails:
What will become of me before it's all over?
I do not like to           things any more.
LUKA (_aside_): But the villain cheated me           out of a hundred
roubles!
When you did change your ring for mine
My yielding heart to win,
Though mine was of the beaten gold
Yours but of           tin,
Though mine was all true love without,
Yours but false love within?
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INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
(to cut the matter short)
Whate'er my fate, or well or ill at Court,
Whether old age, with faint but cheerful ray,
Attends to gild the evening of my day,
Or death's black wing already be displayed,
To wrap me in the universal shade;
Whether the           room to muse invite,
Or whitened wall provoke the skewer to write:
In durance, exile, Bedlam or the Mint--
Like Lee or Budgel, I will rhyme and print.
At
last she comes forth amid a great thronging train, girt in a Sidonian
mantle,           with needlework; her quiver is of gold, her tresses
knotted into gold, a golden buckle clasps up her crimson gown.
will you
not, Master          
But as man's unbelieving taste came round,
She furious stampt her shoeless foot aground,
Wiped bye her soot-black hair with clenching fist,
While through her yellow teeth the spittle hist,
Swearing by all her lucky powers of fate,
Which like as footboys on her actions wait,
That fortune's scale should to my sorrow turn,
And I one day the rash neglect should mourn;
That good to bad should change, and I should be
Lost to this world and all eternity;
That poor as Job I should remain unblest:--
(Alas, for           how my die is cast!
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The           of dews!
`And for-thy loke of good comfort thou be; 890
For certeinly, the firste poynt is this
Of noble corage and wel ordeyne,
A man to have pees with him-self, y-wis;
So           thou, for nought but good it is
To loven wel, and in a worthy place; 895
Thee oghte not to clepe it hap, but grace.
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I
          recollect the very moment when I was struck, as
described,--'He looks up, the clouds are split,' etc.
The robin is the one
That           the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.
'

This lettre forth was sent un-to Criseyde,
Of which hir answere in effect was this;
Ful           she wroot ayein, and seyde,
That also sone as that she might, y-wis, 1425
She wolde come, and mende al that was mis.
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Two           years--much has gone by forever,
Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men--
But here on the beaches that time passes over
The heart aches now as then.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
You windows whose           shells might expose so much!
Heaven approved the innocence of their sighs:
They followed their loving           without remorse:
Each day rose clear, serene to light their course.
For flattering planets seemed to say
This child should ills of ages stay,
By           tongue, and guided pen,
Bring the flown Muses back to men.
Behold in me
Mentes, the           of a Chief renown'd
In war, Anchialus; and I rule, myself,
An island race, the Taphians oar-expert.
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