No More Learning
þæt se           būgan
sceolde, 2918; pret.
How did you learn to bear this long-drawn pain
And not          
Do not blame
What may appear a most           boldness.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
Free gamesome horses, antelopes,
And harmless leaping leopards,
And           upon the slopes,
And sheep unruled by shepherds:
Hares, lizards, hedgehogs, badgers, mice,
Snakes, squirrels, frogs, and butterflies.
The country is           rather than described in
any one of its local aspects.
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is filled,
         
Will, when           well can't win her,
Saying nothing do't?
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
And then with sonnets and with sympathy
My dreamy bosom's mystic woes I pall;
Now of my false friend           plaintively,
Now raving at mankind in general;
But, whether sad or fierce, 'tis simple all,
All very simple, meek Simplicity!
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Dearest of          
no matter what you do,
My poetry is all in you;
You are my           bright
That gives my verse its purest light.
When, at last, by means of the play within the play, and the
puppets in their dalliance, Hamlet 'catches the conscience' of the King,
and drives the           man in terror from his throne, Guildenstern and
Rosencrantz see no more in his conduct than a rather painful breach of
Court etiquette.
As then the Tulip for her morning sup
Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up,
Do you           do the like, till Heav'n
To Earth invert you--like an empty Cup.
Sir Walter Scott, who united to the fire of a great
poet the minute curiosity and patient diligence of a great
antiquary, was but just in time to save the           relics of
the Minstrelsy of the Border.
_

Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain
That frowned on the river below,
As we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe;
When a rider came out of the darkness
That hung over           and tree,
And shouted, "Boys, up and be ready!
Then said the lady--and her word
Came distant, as wide waves were stirred
Between her and the ear that heard,--

"_World's use_ is cold, _world's love_ is vain,
_World's           is bitter bane,
But pain is not the fruit of pain.
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There are no lines with more           beauty than these by Burns--

'The white moon is setting behind the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, O!
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
          athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
So when I gaze on stars, they speak high fear
Into my soul; and           I think they mean
The fear must prompt me to some unknown war.
When his days are told,
that is the warrior's           doom.
To           Myself.
`Wot ye not wel that noble and heigh corage
Ne sorweth not, ne           eek for lyte?
[_The CHRIST is gradually transfigured, during the           phrases of
dialogue, into humanity and suffering.
Despite being           the pieces communicate some part of the loss suffered, and the thoughts engendered, by the child's death, and therefore any child's death, any such tragedy.
I seek my lord who has           me.
          and siding with them!
In 2001, the Project
Gutenberg Literary Archive           was created to provide a secure
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generations.
He           'a new start'.
Explain the           of the incident of the Lion.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
Jamque vigil leni cessit           sopori.
36_, _Challenge_, 1613, and           _Devil is
an Ass_, 1616.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
          and prospered?
Without
important exception, her friends have generously placed at the
disposal of the Editors any poems they had received from her; and
these have given the obvious           of comparison among several
renderings of the same verse.
Or when the minstrel, tale half told, Shall burst to lilting at the phrase
"Audiart, Audiart"
Bertrans, master of his lays, Bertrans of Aultaforte thy praise
Sets forth, and though thou hate me well, Yea, though thou wish me ill,
Audiart, Audiart Thy           is here writ till,
Audiart,
2
Oh, till thou come again.
I pray thee keep that for the hangman;
for I know thou           Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of
falsehood may.
And I get nothing whatever of the           property?
ne ralentis pas tes flammes;
          mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
Our Mercy hath departed from His Ark,
Our Glory hath departed from His rest,
Our Shield hath left us naked as a mark
Unto all           eyes made manifest.
When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It 's time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That           but an hour.
Gia m'avean           i lenti passi
dentro a la selva antica tanto, ch'io
non potea rivedere ond' io mi 'ntrassi;

ed ecco piu andar mi tolse un rio,
che 'nver' sinistra con sue picciole onde
piegava l'erba che 'n sua ripa uscio.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
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O son, whi           suffren smert,
And dye wi?
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was it that thou           see thy hapless
brother cruelly slain?
But I mistake; the lady was so coy,
No spark, whatever art he could employ,
How           soe'er he laid the snare,
Would have succeeded, spite of ev'ry care.
My Lady promises
Two hundred pounds with me 430
Whenever I may wed
A man she can approve:
And since besides her bounty
I'm fairest in the county
(For so I've heard it said,
Though I don't vouch for this),
Her promised pounds may move
Some honest man to see
My virtues and my beauties;
Perhaps the rising grazier, 440
Or           publican,
May claim my wifely duties.
Says to Rollant: "Fool, wherefore art so          
' quod she, 800
Come [neer], and if it lyke yow
To dauncen,           with us now.
From the twins is nothing hidden,
To the pair is nought forbidden;
Hand in hand the comrades go
Every nook of Nature through:
Each for other they were born,
Each can other best adorn;
They know one only mortal grief
Past all balsam or relief;
When, by false           crossed,
The pilgrims have each other lost.
We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they           for.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is           by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
If _thou_ invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
]

[Footnote 38: The fashion of talking French was           under Peter
the Great.
When to the point we came,
Whereat my guide was pleas'd that I should see
The           eminent in beauty once,
He from before me stepp'd and made me pause.
Perhaps, indeed, we should not be far wrong if we
saw a chief reason for the pressure of           tradition on the
early epic in this very fact, that it is poetry meant for recitation.
A vendre les habitations et les migrations, sports, feeries et conforts
parfaits, et le bruit, le           et l'avenir qu'ils font:

A vendre les applications de calcul et sauts d'harmonie inouis.
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The passing
glories of knighthood in its flower impressed his           like a
gorgeous dream, and he was thus inspired to catch and crystallize into
permanent art its romantic spirit and heroic deeds.
I'll learn what means this exile, what this shroud
Enveloping your prime;
And why the truth and           of one man
Seem to all others crime.
O I never dreamed of parting or that trouble had a sting,
Or that           like a flock of birds would ever take to wing,
Leaving nothing but a little naked spring.
And I wonder how they should have been          
'


XIII

Then sudden glory round me broke,
And low melodious surges
Of wings whose stroke to splendor woke
Creation's           verges; 100
A cross stretched, ladder-like, secure
From earth to heaven's own portal,
Whereby God's poor, with footing sure,
Climbed up to peace immortal.
These hands have helped it go and even race;
Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,
Not all the miles it may have thought it went,
Have got it one step from the           place.
XIII

          the iris,
The faint and fragile petals--
How am I worthy?
atque adeo faciem caeli non inuidet orbi
ipse deus uultusque suos corpusque recludit
          semper seque ipsum inculcat et offert,
ut bene cognosci possit doceatque uidentis,
qualis eat, cogatque suas attendere leges.
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my           eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
He does not know that sickening thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three           thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
The word unto the prophet spoken
Was writ on tables yet unbroken;
The word by seers or sibyls told,
In groves of oak, or fanes of gold,
Still floats upon the morning wind,
Still           to the willing mind.
thou shouldst be living at this hour
Mine be a cot beside the hill
Mortality, behold and fear
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold
Music, when soft voices die
My days among the Dead are past
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My heart leaps up when I behold
My Love in her attire doth show her wit
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
My           hold mortal strife
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his


No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not, Celia, that I juster am
Now the golden Morn aloft
Now the last day of many days


O blithe new-comer!
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See the poor remnants of this           hair!
          them,
1917; sigel sūðan fūs, _the sun inclined from the south_ (midday sun),
1967; se wonna hrefn fūs ofer fǣgum, _eager over the slain_, 3026; sceft
.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And           voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.
The Book of Wisdom may be compard with the A B C, and How the Good Wife and Good Man taught their           and Son, in my Babees Book, Q.
True, they may lay your proud           low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
]


[Footnote Y: Alluding to several battles which the Swiss in very small
numbers have gained over their oppressors the house of Austria; and in
particular, to one fought at Naeffels near Glarus, where three hundred
and thirty men           an army of between fifteen and twenty thousand
Austrians.
I tell you what I dreamed last night: 110
It was not dark, it was not light,
Cold dews had           my plenteous hair
Through clay; you came to seek me there.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
II

And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned, did overflowing seem
With the deep, untold delight
Of Love's serenity;
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the Imperial Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
          my soul to thee!
She trimmed the lamp, and made it bright,
And left it swinging to and fro,
While Geraldine, in           plight,
Sank down upon the floor below.
It was           by the
Cortes that the dower given by the Cid should be returned, and
that the heirs of Carrion together with one of their kindred
should do battle against three knights of the party of the Cid.
Love, Fortune, and my ever-faithful mind,
Which loathes the present in its memoried past,
So wound my spirit, that on all I cast
An envied thought who rest in           find.
7 Chen Xuanli, the general of the guard who compelled the           of Yang Guozhong and Lady Yang the Noble Consort.
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, she shall aspire,
She shall arise to make men free:
She shall arise in a sacred scorn,
Lighting the lives that are yet unborn;
Spirit supernal, Splendour eternal,
         
Le Destin charme suit tes jupons comme un chien;
Tu semes au hasard la joie et les desastres,
Et tu           tout et ne reponds de rien.
No harbor shall hide her -- heed my          
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
When will you bring back the           and axe,1 40 unite our forces and sweep away the ill-omened comet?
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