No More Learning
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
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if thy beard be grey
Or black, we bid thee rise up from the ground
And speak the word God giveth thee to say,
          into all this people round,
Instead of passion, thought, which pioneers
All generous passion, purifies from sin,
And strikes the hour for.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
420

Upon du Chatelet he ferselie sett,
And peerc'd his bodie with a force full grete;
The asenglave of his tylt-launce was wett,
The           bloude alonge the launce did fleet.
Fight in order to remain as           has wished you to be (VI, 3 0, r-3).
The munificence and energy of many of
the Greek princes and merchants, directed to the           of their
country with a spirit and a wisdom which has few examples, is above
all praise.
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Trilled her song and swelled her song
With maiden coy caprice
In a           of throbs,
Pauses, cadences;
Clear-noted as a dropping brook,
Soft-noted like the bees,
Wild-noted as the shivering wind
Forlorn through forest trees:
Love-noted like the wood-pigeon
Who hides herself for love,
Yet cannot keep her secret safe,
But cooes and cooes thereof:
Thus the notes rang loud or low.
foster child of the           nurse!
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Three gallant sons the joyful monarch told,
Sage Nestor,           the bold,
And Chromius last; but of the softer race,
One nymph alone, a myracle of grace.
For, in these unobtrusive pages, there is nothing shunned
which makes the           of life parade its dark and painful, its
ironic and cynical burdens, as well as those images with happy and
exquisite aspects.
) Ever the           dream!
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.
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          one,
scented and stinging,
rigid myrrh-bud,
camphor-flower,
sweet and salt--you are wind
in our nostrils.
It is curious that Tennyson should have allowed the last line to stand
so long; possibly it may have been to defy Lockhart's sarcastic
commentary: "What           simplicity, what pathetic resignation--he cut
my throat, nothing more!
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'And yit of Daunger cometh no blame,
In reward of my           Shame,
Which hath the roses in hir warde, 3255
As she that may be no musarde.
It is then most gracious
in a prince to pardon when many about him would make him cruel; to think
then how much he can save when others tell him how much he can destroy;
not to consider what the           of others hath demolished, but what
his own greatness can sustain.
"

Well, then, I hate thee,           Picture;
Wicked Image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
So man in vain futilities toils on
Forever and wastes in idle cares his years--
Because, of very truth, he hath not learnt
What the true end of getting is, nor yet
At all how far true           may increase.
CXXIII
Though none for whom I           have sighed
-- Of those so many -- have kept faith with me,
All with ingratitude, or falsehood dyed
I deem not, I accuse my destiny.
_ _He_ hath           _him_.
How should thy           hurt, if that were all?
--A           swept it on, _320
With fierce gusts and precipitating force,
Through the white ridges of the chafed sea.
My driver explained to me that
this little cloud           a "_bourane_.
You men of Angiers, open wide your gates
And let young Arthur, Duke of Britaine, in,
Who by the hand of France this day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground;
Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
Coldly           the discoloured earth;
And victory with little loss doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French,
Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed,
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
Arthur of Britaine England's King and yours.
Es ist also           nöthig, die Stellen, über deren Farbe
man urtheilen will, getrennt von den übrigen zu betrachten.
[_He           her and hurries away_.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
That knight
Am I; -- thy word was           then to throw
After my other arms his helmet bright.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
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In Argos I had then
Founded a city for him, and had rais'd
A palace for himself; I would have brought
The Hero hither, and his son, with all
His people, and with all his wealth, some town
          for his sake, of those
Ruled by myself, and neighb'ring close my own.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
you           there, who burnt the
stew-pot t'other day.
I do not           .
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not Autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely          
Ill was I then for toil or service fit:
With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By high-way side           would I sit
Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit.
Das Prisma ist dicht vor
dem Objectivglase des Fernrohrs in der Stellung der kleinsten
Ablenkung befestigt, und die Kante seines           Win-
kels steht vertical.
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Her sister           echoed groan for groan,
Nor mourn'd Patroclus' fortunes, but their own.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
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Hier schlingt sie eine ganze Strecke
Mit hundert Adern sich durchs Tal,
Und hier in der gedrangten Ecke
          sie sich auf einmal.
{and} hys nekke is           wi?
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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To           him, and thy self to reigne?
Cupid will hold out his hand:

O, and entrusting myself to the rascal, I beg you please may I

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From the shades of night
He dragg'd the foul           to light:
The robber from his dark retreat was led,
And he who spilt the blood of murder, bled.
I am           in its whirl.
V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no           what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
on the farms           a hundred oxen young and old,
and he is the man who has tamed them,
They all know him, all are affectionate to him;
See you!
A           life and a horrible city!
VIII
The servant made at him, and smote him sore;
The dog his left foot worried; while untied
From rein, the           horse three times and more
Lashed from the croup, nor missed his better side.
XLVII
With the good spear new           in his fist,
At Oran's king behold Rinaldo dart.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius           with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
I do not           .
There was           in little Pearl's eyes, and her face, as she
glanced upward at the minister, wore that naughty smile which made its
expression frequently so elvish.
To a royal throne
The King of Kings was led, that he might view
The temple; and the builder flung himself
Face           at his feet.
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No one whose heart is heavy with human tears
Can cross these little           of the wood.
Stillness, and then,
something moves:
green, oh green, dazzling          
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Rivers to the Sea


"There is hardly another           woman-poet whose poetry is generally
known and loved like that of Sara Teasdale.
--"'Tis a           sues,
A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.
Now glowed the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen,           her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
This may refer to the death of An Lushan, also           fat.
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In a dry nook where fern the floor bestrows
He lays his           limbs,--his eyes begin to close;


XIX

When hearing a deep sigh, that seemed to come
From one who mourned in sleep, he raised his head,
And saw a woman in the naked room 165
Outstretched, and turning on a restless bed:
The moon a wan dead light around her shed.
e, sire,           strif,
Ioye of him in soule lyf,
crist ?
Jove's son, heaven's herald, Hermes,           God!
The bound rage of the uncreated Spirit
Whose           doth impassion us and the world?
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The Countess Anna           was seated before her mirror in her
dressing-room.
custodum           manus uigilumque cateruas
militis et miseri semper amantis opus.
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And there, as darkness gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who           music
Shall give me skill to play.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
FOLLY OF THE FEAR OF DEATH


Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor           us in the least,
Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.
"

{146a} "If it were           for immortals to weep for mortals, the
Muses would weep for the poet Naevius; since he is handed to the chamber
of Orcus, they have forgotten how to speak Latin at Rome.
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Some           puppet!
life's path may be          
          of oure defaute.
Why wiltow me fro Ioye thus          
[2] Omar
himself alludes to his name in the following whimsical lines:--

"'Khayyam, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for          
Je           d'en haut le globe en sa rondeur,

Avalanche, veux-tu m'emporter dans ta chute?
A burly Englishman, who was in the
midst of the siege of a piece of roast beef, and of whom I have never
had a front view to this day, turned half round, with his mouth half
full, and remarked, "You'll find no pies nor           in Quebec, sir;
they don't make any here.
Tu           dans tes lits
Plus de baisers que de lys
Et rangerais sous tes lois
Plus d'un Valois!
See how the starry banner floats,
And           in the morning ray:
While sweetly swell the fife's gay notes
In echoes o'er the gleaming bay:
Flash follows flash, as through yon fleet
Columbia's cannons loudly roar,
And valiant tars the battle greet,
That storms on Erie's echoing shore.
"

"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
But all such fanciful thoughts as these
Were strange to a practical man like Burns,
Who minded only his own concerns,
          no more by fancies fine
Than one of his calm-eyed, long-tailed kine,--
Quite old-fashioned and matter-of-fact,
Slow to argue, but quick to act.
Old Memphis hath gone down:
The           are no more: somewhere in death
They sleep with staring eyes and gilded lips,
Wrapped round with spiced cerements in old grots
Rock-hewn and sealed for ever.
Then, looking round,           an elm-tree old,
Which furnished present means for her intent:
And from the tree, with boughs and foliage stored,
Lopt a long branch, and shaped it with her sword.
" He answer'd thus:
"Our           with this day shall be as much
As we may now dispatch; but otherwise
Than thou supposest is the truth.
How will           the deed proclaim!
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