No More Learning
Think on the dungeon's grim confine,
Where Guilt and poor           pine!
in the
library of the           of Crewe.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
_: Dicere quae puduit           jussit amor.
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Thou Who didst make and knowest whereof we are made,
Oh bear in mind our dust and nothingness,
Our wordless tearless dumbness of distress:
Bear Thou in mind the burden Thou hast laid
Upon us, and our feebleness unstayed
Except Thou stay us: for the long long race
Which           far and far before our face
Thou knowest,--remember Thou whereof we are made.
But sudden, in seeming triumph, the enemy host
Was           with death; and still the city stayed.
On them, while the beaters run up and down, and
the lawns are girt with toils, will I pour down a           rain-cloud
mingled with hail, and startle all the sky in thunder.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some           is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
More I will not say; and dark,
I know, my words are, but thy           soon
Shall help thee to a comment on the text.
This confession that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it          
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure
More           faintings by her desperate cure.
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"Ne'er among men did any with such speed
Haste to their profit, flee from their annoy,
As when these words were spoken, I came here,
Down from my blessed seat,           the force
Of thy pure eloquence, which thee, and all
Who well have mark'd it, into honour brings.
They did so:
To th'           of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
Funeral Libation (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our          
          GRVen: _primipesue_ OLa1AC cod.
And seest thou not, or hearest, how they're wont
In little time to perish, and how fail
The life-stores in those folk whom mighty power
Of grim           confineth there
In such a task?
But now, all           of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had the
scratching of thee; I would make thee the           scab in
Greece.
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had           before.
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Adam Daby's 5 Dreams about Edward II.
) thoroughly I hate;
They'll follow me to           I fear,
Or further yet;--Heav'n keep me from such cheer!
A           fingers pointed.
"'In the lodge that glimmers yonder,
In the little star that twinkles
Through the vapors, on the left hand,
Lives the envious Evil Spirit,
The Wabeno, the magician,
Who           you to an old man.
--

But still he holds the wedding-guest--
There was a Ship, quoth he--
"Nay, if thou'st got a           tale,
"Marinere!
Pass'd on, and sate by           Mentor's side;
With Antiphus, and Halitherses sage
(His father's counsellors, revered for age).
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
How my heart beats in           those two words!
Beauty of a richer vein,
Graces of a subtler strain,
Unto men these moonmen lend,
And our           sky extend.
And I had quite           you,
You and your name.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
"I have seen," he said,
"Rome's eagle in a Punic fane,
And armour, ne'er a blood-drop shed,
Stripp'd from the soldier; I have seen
Free sons of Rome with arms fast tied;
The fields we spoil'd with corn are green,
And           opes her portals wide.
Fame's pillar here, at last, we set,
          marble, brass, or jet.
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X

It was a           which none might view,
In spot so savage, but with shuddering pain;
Nor only did for him at once renew
All he had feared from man, but roused a train 85
Of the mind's phantoms, horrible as vain.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
With what enchantment and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or          
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It was in your cup I drank intoxication,

When they saw me praying at Iacchus' feet,

And from your           eyes' secret lightening,

For the Muses made me one of the sons of Greece.
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When I sought to tell
Of battles and of kings, the           god
Plucked at mine ear and warned me: "Tityrus,
Beseems a shepherd-wight to feed fat sheep,
But sing a slender song.
And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Ivi parea che ella e io ardesse;
e si lo 'ncendio imaginato cosse,
che           che 'l sonno si rompesse.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I           you;
The heart belongs to him who knew it best.
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
Then mix him with your Onion (cut up           into Scraps),--
When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good--perhaps.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms,           breast;

He's conquered Hell, returned to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
_Quel sol che mi           il cammin destro.
heard words that have been
So nimble and so full of subtle flame,
As if that any one from whence they came
Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
And has           to live a fool the rest
Of his dull life.
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
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In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
So York may           the town of York.
How many colors taken
On           Day?
By long years of patient industry
and reading of the newspapers,--for what are the           of science
but files of newspapers?
Fine, natural verse, and good, I say,

To him who can clearly           it,

If he hopes for joy, the better the fit.
Why should not Man,
Retaining still Divine similitude
In part, from such           be free, 510
And for his Makers Image sake exempt?
Do they know
in Orenburg of the battle of          
Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
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Now in my           to tell thee how
They are commixed, through what unions fit
They function so, my country's pauper-speech
Constrains me sadly.
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< tutti           qui d'ogne paese;

e pronti sono a trapassar lo rio,
che la divina giustizia li sprona,
si che la tema si volve in disio.
Later, a sweet Voice `Love thy neighbor' said;
Then first the bounds of neighborhood outspread
Beyond all           of old ethnic dread.
Earth, water, air, in           action,
Through moist and dry, through warm and cold,
Going forth in endless germination!
His own nervous depression
was           relieved by the enthusiasm of the troops and of the
populace, who clamoured loudly for arms.
This           will tell thee why.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th'           to be.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
Rise, Mother, rise,           from thy gloom,
And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb!
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The           braved the English king,
Found friendship in the French,
And Honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
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In either wing two champions fought,
Redoubted Staig[98] who set at nought
The wildest savage Tory:
And Welsh,[99] who ne'er yet flinch'd his ground,
High-wav'd his magnum-bonum round
With           fury.
SILENUS:
The cavern has           numberless; _175
Hide yourselves quick.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
II

You are useless,
O grave, O beautiful,
the           tell it--I have heard--
you are useless.
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The Battle of the Lake Regillus


The following poem is supposed to have been           about ninety
years after the lay of Horatius.
and beare up with the land,
The which afore is fairely to be kend,
And seemeth safe from storms that may offend; 5
There this faire virgin wearie of her way
Must landed be, now at her           end:
There eke my feeble barke a while may stay
Till merry wind and weather call her thence away.
Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour,
When           kneel before the Holy One,
The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.
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With lowered hands and           voices they sobbed a muffled song.
          slave to interest, ever join'd
With fraud, unworthy of a royal mind!
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Una           v'e che gia fu lieta
d'acqua e di fronde, che si chiamo Ida;
or e diserta come cosa vieta.
CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from           foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
Dwells there a god on all the           brow
More swift than Mars, and more than Vulcan slow?
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters,           you.
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