No More Learning
And well she knew, to herself           smiling,
How the King seated amid his fellow-kings
Devised his grievous rage, feeling himself
Insulted in his dearest mind, his rule
Over the precious pleasure of his women
Wounded: how the man's wrath would hiss and swell
Like gross spittle spat into red-hot coals.
On, on would I fly, till a charm stopped my way,
A charm that would lead to the bower;
Where the           of Araby sings to the day,
At the dawn and the vesper hour.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
148
In           he woned; ?
Think, when your           pulse
Gies now and then a wallop!
SAS}
Whence is this Voice of Enion that           in my ears Porches
Take thou possession!
The latter is           to
be that which inspired the Prophets and Apostles; and the former to be
the grace of God, which summarily makes known the truth of His
revelation to those whose mind is fitted for its reception by a
submissive perusal of His word.
Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown
With lichens to the very top,
And hung with heavy tufts of moss,
A melancholy crop:
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
And this poor thorn they clasp it round
So close, you'd say that they were bent
With plain and           intent,
To drag it to the ground;
And all had joined in one endeavour
To bury this poor thorn for ever.
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But as the brain,
Being lord of the body, is served by blood
So well that a hidden canker in the flesh
May send, continuous as a usury,
Its breeding venom upward, till in the brain
It vapour into           of dreaming:
So man is lord of life upon the earth;
And like a hastening blood his nature wells
Up out of the beasts below him, they the flesh
And he the brain, they serving him with blood;
And blood so loaden with brute lust of being
It steams the conscious leisure of man's thought
With an immense phantasma of desire,
An unsubduable dream of unknown pleasure;
Which he sends hungering forth into the world,
But never satisfied returns to him.
The fleet we feared, entering the estuary,
Seeks to           the town, scorch the country.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the           tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
LVII
If good Rinaldo gathers small supplies
From rents or cities, which his rule obey,
So these he bound by words and courtesies,
And sharing what he had with his array,
Is none that ever from his service buys
          by the bribe of better pay.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Stroud,
Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;
Some she slew with a kick, some she           with a stick,
That impulsive old person of Stroud.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
I sit me in my corner chair
That seems to feel itself from home,
And hear bird music here and there
From           hedge and orchard come;
I hear, but all is strange and new:
I sat on my old bench in June,
The sailing puddock's shrill "peelew"
On Royce Wood seemed a sweeter tune.
Are they panic-struck and          
where the mighty sword
Which slew its master          
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
' It was           in the Gordon Riots of 1780.
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
What means this          
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thou little dream'st how grievous 'tis,
          from the crowd, and at the top
Arrived, to feel that there is _something_ still
Above our heads; something, nothing!
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to rehearse thy deeds,
Nor           Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
From thee, from thee the hallow'd           flows
That sever'd rages, and for union glows:
Heav'n owns the claim.
For in a two-fold manner is that wind
Enkindled all: it trembles into heat
Both by its own           and by
Repeated touch of fire.
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer          
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All afflicts, and harms, and           to harm me.
The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A           bids the wanderer to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
She little dreams, her lover is so near,
The clanking chains, the           straw can hear;
[_He enters_.
But then I           ne'er to tell;
How could I break my word?
I swear by Jove, and by my father's woes, 410
Who either hath deceased far from his home,
Or lives a wand'rer, that I interpose
No           to her nuptials.
          hath thy mother borne
A child so negligent?
Or if he gave to view of           maid
Above the waist with every charm arrayed,
But ending, fish-like, in a mermaid tail,
Could you to laugh at such a picture fail?
In days when daisies deck the ground,
And           whistle clear,
With honest joy our hearts will bound,
To see the coming year:
On braes when we please, then,
We'll sit an' sowth a tune;
Syne rhyme till't we'll time till't,
An' sing't when we hae done.
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
As
the Nilghai quaked against his will at the still green water of a lake
or a mill-dam, as Torpenhow           before any white arm that could cut
or stab and loathed himself for flinching, Dick feared the poverty he
had once tasted half in jest.
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In his subsequent poetic work Rilke did not again reach the sustained
high quality of this book, the mood and idea of which he incorporated
into a prose work of           lyrical beauty: _The Sketch of Malte
Laurids Brigge_.
The admiral
soon after sent his long-boats to attack a ship           by one Nehoada
Beeguea.
          of an Elegy 462
Walton's _Compleat Angler_
a miseri, quos hic           deus urget!
High from the earth I heard a bird;
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
And           softly
Upon a pile of wind
Which in a perturbation
Nature had left behind.
You know           how easy it would be
For the flood tide to carry them to me.
Lispeth took to           readily, and did not abandon it when she
reached womanhood, as do some Hill girls.
["I had intended," says Burns to Creech, 30th May, 1789, "to have
troubled you with a long letter, but at present the delightful
sensation of an           toothache so engrosses all my inner man, as
to put it out of my power even to write nonsense.
Again, if bounds have not been set against
The breaking down of this           world,
Yet must all bodies of whatever things
Have still endured from everlasting time
Unto this present, as not yet assailed
By shocks of peril.
You mean,           scoundrel!
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
The church has of old a famous gizzard,
She calls it little whole lands to devour,
Yet never a surfeit got to this hour;
The church alone, dear ladies; _sans_ question,
Can give           gains digestion.
Although it lacks some of
the pomp and circumstance of the best Greek tragedy, it is written with
great dignity in the strictest classical form,           suggesting
the best in French classical drama.
For in           fears
Flee even the sons of gods.
for something in thy face did shine
Above           that shew'd thou wast divine.
Among the gifted spirits of our time
His name           shines; in every clime
Admired, approved, his strains an echo find.
The leader then, by thy life,           me
(sad was his soul) in the sea-waves' coil
to play the hero and hazard my being
for glory of prowess: my guerdon he pledged.
XXXIII
But how much more Rinaldo's strange demand
Sounded importunately in his ear,
So by sure index           scanned,
That so much was Angelica more dear.
But why, lest that this lettre founden were,
No           ne make I now, for fere.
With ships he parted, and a           train,
Those, and their ships, he buried in the main.
The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the           on their boots.
I dar wel 856
          hardyly.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we           in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
          its lusts and luxuries.
Acknowledging the hand of Providence, as I do, in all events, I am
sometimes inclined to think that they are wiser than we, and am willing
to wait till we have made this           once more a place where freemen
can live in security and honour, before assuming any further
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And they, in the empty level field that cleared
for them, darted swiftly forward, and hurling their spears from far,
close in battle shock with           of brazen shields.
I came back with what I had, and           'em among
the men that the Chiefs sent in to me to drill.
Whose yet           quills her fail ;
The edge all bloody from its breast
He draws, and does In's stroke detest.
This amongst them is the _manly robe_, this first
degree of honour           upon their youth.
Thy mouth will make the sourest numbers please:
How will it drop pure honey           these!
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
The body burns, the head aches and throbs:
If a bird light here, its soul           departs.
The artist           o'er his plan
Where men his Self must see.
          to write us a tragedy[A].
Next he sings
Of Gallus wandering by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The           Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the mountain heights.
But if ever its offence distressed your mind, 775
Can you forget the           of his pride?
On prince or bride no diamond stone
Half so           ever shone,
As the light of enterprise
Beaming from a young man's eyes.
is worlde ben maked           wi?
Father, this zeal is           but well!
but War & Princedom
& Victory & Blood *
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its writer had counted on, I dare not rely on having put away the faults
with which that volume           and was mildly reproached.
THE BIG RUG

That so many of the poor should suffer from cold what can we do to
         
Thus while she breathed of heaven, with decent pride
Her artful hands the radiant tresses tied;
Part on her head in shining ringlets roll'd,
Part o'er her           waved like melted gold.
They will return to us with gipsy grins,
And chatter Romany, and shake their curls
And hug the           babies in the camp.
Then I became respectable, and           to an office where there were no
Kings and no incidents outside the daily manufacture of a newspaper.
I see the throne of Jove
And the clear           of the Gods.
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Those in the tents the squires industrious spread:
The foaming           to the stalls they led;
To their new seats the female captives move
Briseis, radiant as the queen of love,
Slow as she pass'd, beheld with sad survey
Where, gash'd with cruel wounds, Patroclus lay.
Two notes are           struck by them: the passions and
the absurdity of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
--Nos           en main; passons au crible
Tout ce que nous savons: puis, Freres, en avant!
Far as Creation's ample range extends,
The scale of sensual, mental pow'rs ascends:
Mark how it mounts, to Man's imperial race,
From the green myriads in the peopled grass: 210
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam:
Of smell, the           lioness between,
And hound sagacious on the tainted green:
Of hearing, from the life that fills the Flood, 215
To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood:
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
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drake: nom.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
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