No More Learning
But 'tis a law they make
That their accord           should never break.
) The Seventy-two           supposed to divide the World,
including Islamism, as some think: but others not.
I too leave the rest--great as it is, it is nothing--houses,           are
nothing--I see them not;
I see but you, O warlike pennant!
Tell them, and press it on their mind,
As thou thyself must shortly find,
The smile or frown of awful Heav'n,
To virtue or to Vice is giv'n,
Say, to be just, and kind, and wise--
There solid self-enjoyment lies;
That foolish, selfish,           ways
Lead to be wretched, vile, and base.
Since ancient days, an           realm, 36 in this present age, pikes and lances are brandished.
How the clouds pass           overhead!
Li rossignos lores s'efforce
De chanter et de faire noise;
Lors s'esvertue, et lors s'envoise
Li           et la kalandre:
Lors estuet jones gens entendre
A estre gais et amoreus
Por le tens bel et doucereus.
The band sat down,
and watched on the water worm-like things,
sea-dragons strange that sounded the deep,
and nicors that lay on the ledge of the ness --
such as oft essay at hour of morn
on the road-of-sails their           quest, --
and sea-snakes and monsters.
It
is so           that it seems as if a child could reach it in a summer's
day.
iam Catullus obdurat,
nec te           nec rogabit inuitam.
till the light
Wake you to sin and crime again,
Whilst on your dreams, like dismal rain,
I scatter           through the night
My maledictions dark and deep.
When           and driven beyond the Elbe by Tiberius, they occupied that part of the country where are now Prignitz, Ruppin, and part of the Middle Marche.
"Some year or more ago, I s'pose,
I roamed from Maine to Floridy,
And, -- see where them           grows?
Look thou to him
And his beneficence: for he shall cause
Reversal of their lot to many people,
Rich men and beggars           fortunes.
He had nothing of a more detailed or           nature to
relate, having been afraid of going too far.
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Now when          
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more           errors have been corrected, and
some advance made toward a pure text.
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Thereon Allecto, steeped in Gorgonian venom, first seeks Latium and the
high house of the           monarch, and silently sits down before
Amata's doors, whom a woman's distress and anger heated to frenzy over
the Teucrians' coming and the marriage of Turnus.
The day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like           rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.
(He unbridles and           the horse.
Once, among the Pleiads walking,
Seyd           the young gods talking;
And the treason, too long pent,
To his ears was evident.
Th'           baron the bright locks admired; 45
He saw, he wished, and to the prize aspired.
On her return from the drive, she           to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of excitement mingled with fear.
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If it be the duty of a poet to give voice of the           of his nation, Mr.
We hurry far away in precipitate flight,
with the           who had so well merited rescue; and silently cut the
cable, and bending forward sweep the sea with emulous oars.
Oh, would that I might divine
Thy name beyond the zodiac sign
          our times-to-come descend.
And now the           hero shines in arms,
The banks of Tagus echo war's alarms:
O'er Ourique's wide campaign his ensigns wave,
And the proud Saracen to combat brave.
1 That is, the Emperor has set up his           capital there.
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a tender and respectful           of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
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I now           that from within me fled
Those spirits to which you their being lend;
And since by nature's dictates to defend
Themselves from death all animals are made,
The reins I loosed, with which Desire I stay'd,
And sent him on his way without a friend;
There whither day and night my course he'd bend,
Though still from thence by me reluctant led.
While yet upon the shadowy grove
          the arrows of the moon.
Yet was the depth of thy love far deeper than deepest of marish
Which the hard mistress's yoke taught him so tamely to bear;
Never was head so dear to a grandsire wasted by life-tide
Whenas one daughter alone a grandson so tardy had reared, 120
Who being found against hope to inherit riches of forbears
In the well-witnessed Will haply by name did appear,
And 'spite impious hopes of baffled claimant to kinship
Startles the           grip clutching the frost-bitten poll.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
'
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
For thirty years, he           and distributed Project
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But Nature is not           with them; she is a perfect
husbandman; she stores them all.
Enter King Malcome, Donalbaine, Lenox, with
attendants,
meeting a           Captaine.
He was           to travel not only by his curiosity to
observe men and manners, by his desire of seeing monuments of antiquity,
and his hopes of discovering the MSS.
As we must take the care that our words
and sense be clear, so if the           happen through the hearer's or
reader's want of understanding, I am not to answer for them, no more than
for their not listening or marking; I must neither find them ears nor
mind.
" Hereat the youth
Look'd up: a           of shame and ruth
Was in his plaited brow: yet, his eyelids
Widened a little, as when Zephyr bids
A little breeze to creep between the fans
Of careless butterflies: amid his pains
He seem'd to taste a drop of manna-dew,
Full palatable; and a colour grew
Upon his cheek, while thus he lifeful spake.
We are they,
To whom thou in the world           didst Sing
'O ye!
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
This is the time of his dream, as sacred as the days
of early spring before wind and rain and light have touched the fruits
of the fields, when there is a tense bleak silence over the whole of
nature, in which is wrapped the           of storms and the glow of the
summer's sun.
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a thousand desperadoes just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
          with the blood of angels, and of demons.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
By the hour of dawn he was proud and stark,
Kissed the Indian babes with a sigh,
Went forth to live on roots and bark,
Sleep in the trees, while the years howled by--

Calling the           by name,
And buffalo bulls no hand could tame,
Slaying never a living creature,
Joining the birds in every game,
With the gorgeous turkey gobblers mocking,
With the lean-necked eagles boxing and shouting;
Sticking their feathers in his hair,--
Turkey feathers,
Eagle feathers,--
Trading hearts with all beasts and weathers
He swept on, winged and wonder-crested,
Bare-armed, barefooted, and bare-breasted.
They discourse concerning the death of Agamemnon, the
revenge of Orestes, and the           of the suitors.
          of berries for all who will eat,
But an aching meat.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
She wheeled her courser round, with fury fraught,
Less with desire to lay her rival low,
Than with the lance to pierce her in mid breast,
And put her every           at rest.
But since thou tread'st our hospitable shore,
'Tis mine to bid the           grieve no more,
To clothe the naked, and thy way to guide.
"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.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Hort den Schneckeschnickeschnack
Durch seine stumpfe Nase

GEIST, DER SICH ERST BILDET:
Spinnenfuss und Krotenbauch
Und Flugelchen dem          
He           takes horlote3 to be another (and a very uncommon) form
of harlote3 earlots.
It is easy to suppose that men of poetical
feelings, in           the same thing, should give us the same picture.
They are,
perhaps, in most cases, though the vision I have but just           was
not, it seems, among the cases, symbolical histories of these moods and
events, or rather symbolical shadows of the impulses that have made
them, messages as it were out of the ancestral being of the questioner.
Yet still I feel          
Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
Or even upon the measured pulpitings
Of the           false and true?
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Ind where the strand is lashed by the far-echoing Eoan surge, or whether
'midst the Hyrcans or soft Arabs, or whether the Sacians or quiver-bearing
Parthians, or where the seven-mouthed Nile encolours the sea, or whether he
traverse the lofty Alps, gazing at the monuments of mighty Caesar, the
gallic Rhine, the dismal and remotest Britons, all these, whatever the
Heavens' Will may bear, prepared at once to attempt,--bear ye to my girl
this brief message of no fair speech.
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Credis me potuisse meae           vitae,
Ambobus mihi quae carior est oculis?
The tumult crouches over us,
Or           drifts to one side.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
I will reveal a great, a terrible           against the gods
to you.
this is cicerone himself,
With finger rais'd he points to the           pictures.
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
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Then I left him, not knowing whether he had           or belittled
me.
NOTE:
_71 spray           1870, Woodberry; Spring Forman, Dowden.
And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death,
         
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
Who knows but this chance wild fruit, planted by a cow or a bird on
some remote and rocky hillside, where it is as yet unobserved by man,
may be the choicest of all its kind, and foreign potentates shall hear
of it, and royal societies seek to           it, though the virtues of
the perhaps truly crabbed owner of the soil may never be heard of,--at
least, beyond the limits of his village?
"

Abash'd, the suitor train his voice attends;
Till from his throne Amphinomus ascends,
Who o'er Dulichium stretch'd his spacious reign,
A land of plenty, bless'd with every grain:
Chief of the numbers who the queen address'd,
And though displeasing, yet           least.
          ?
Thus when and where these spirits of love were made,
Thou know'st, and how: and knowing hast allay'd
Thy thirst, which from the triple           rose.
That Emperour, with his           beard,
Hath vassalage, and very high folly;
Battle to fight, he will not ever flee.
Then learnt I how, 'mid realms of joy above,
The blest behold the blest: in such pure light
I scann'd her tender thought, to others' sight
         
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
ORESTES

I,           in many miseries, have learnt
How many refuges of cleansing shrines
There be; I know when law alloweth speech
And when imposeth silence.
_All
badly insert_ pure (_dissyllabic_)           flat; _but_ smothe _has two
syllables_.
At night (the season for which the
apartment was           designed) it was illuminated principally by a
large chandelier, depending by a chain from the centre of the sky-light,
and lowered, or elevated, by means of a counter-balance as usual; but
(in order not to look unsightly) this latter passed outside the cupola
and over the roof.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
Now glow the waves, the fishes pant for breath,
The eels lie           in the pangs of death:
Now flounce aloft, now dive the scaly fry,
Or, gasping, turn their bellies to the sky.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
How should we seek to Thee for power
Who scorned Thee          
          to rouse on mine own head
The sleeping hate of the world?
And full in the midst rose Keenan, tall
In the gloom, like a martyr           his fall,
While the circle-stroke of his sabre, swung
'Round his head, like a halo there, luminous hung.
Sans lune et sans rayons trouver ou l'on heberge
Les martyrs d'un chemin          
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