No More Learning
Guess cuts his shoes, and limping, goes about
To have men think he's           with the gout;
But 'tis no gout, believe it, but hard beer,
Whose acrimonious humour bites him here.
And, if
governments fail to comply, at the very least they will lose the considerable           power of the finpolities.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Io udi' poi: <           che cosi ti conchiude,
perche l'hai tu per divina favella?
The frozen           of the poet, his cutting enunciation, his
power of blasphemy, his hatred of Nature, his love of the artificial,
have been copied by the aesthetic blades of our day.
Fair fame, bright honour, virtue firm, rare grace,
The           beauty in celestial frame,--
These be the roots whence birth so noble came.
san tener parte en esa industria mayores           respecto a la pos?
[8] The           Adonis lieth low in the hills, his thigh pierced with the tusk, the white with the white, and Cypris is sore vexed at the gentle passing of his breath; for the red blood drips down his snow-white flesh, and the eyes beneath his brow wax dim; the rose departs from his lip, and the kiss that Cypris shall never have so again, that kiss dies upon it and is gone.
Round the decay
Of that           wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
Nach dem Violett und der Linie G zu wird
das Blau immer lichtschwächer, und hier muss es daher rela-
tiv zum Gelb           werden, um Weiss zu geben.
Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
All other known           are purely instrumental pieces.
Be my girl or fair or brown,
Does she smile or does she frown,
Still I write a           down.
It is also related that he was driven from Rome by
the restless aspiring of his mother, whom he scorned to admit a partner
in the sovereignty; nor yet could entirely seclude, since as her gift he
had received the           itself.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were           as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
          had been a prisoner evermore
Dudon, who was derived of Danish stock.
What but design of           to appal?
þē mē se gōda ā-gifan þenceð (_the answer that the
good one           to give me_), 355; (blōdig wæl) byrgean þenceð, 448;
þonne hē .
Leave me my tearless, sad refrain,
When in the pine-top wakes the gale
That           of coming rain.
The thick           carries with it
Rain and a ravel of cloud.
For pious poet it behoves be chaste 5
Himself; no chastity his verses need;
Nay, gain they finally more salt of wit
When over softy and of scanty shame,
Apt for exciting somewhat prurient,
In boys, I say not, but in bearded men 10
Who fail of movements in their           loins.
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TO Fred'rick's eye an angel she appeared;
But shame he felt, that she, his soul revered,
Should find him poor:--no           to attend,
Nor means to give a dinner to a friend.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven:
A light, which in           you must perceive:
Jones and Le Notre have it not to give.
Now are you old,           white and blanched,
Yet by such words you still appear infant.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
_           this vile wrangling, or----

_Gab.
Coloured jackdaws I saw hiding,
Paroquets and kolibri,
Through the magic           gliding
In the woods of Tusfery.
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XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of           blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
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Le           adorable a perdu son odeur!
--Injuries do not           courtesies: they only suffer them
not to appear fair.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
Love can but be frendshipps outside; their two
          differ, as myndes and bodies do.
CIV cum CIII           ?
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For           soon a horse was saddled
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LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which           for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
Jules Laforgue (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885,           Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
_All insert_ I           prayde.
So good luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like           snow, or as the dew of night:
Not all at once, but gently, as the trees
Are by the sunbeams tickled by degrees.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
That           which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbered every hair,
Now in itself (the glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden years.
--
The morn is come: the starry crowds
Are hid behind the thrice-piled clouds;
The new day lowers, and equal odds
Have changed not less the guest of gods;
Discrowned and timid, thoughtless, worn,
The child of genius sits forlorn:
Between two sleeps a short day's stealth,
'Mid many ails a brittle health,
A cripple of God, half true, half formed,
And by great sparks Promethean warmed,
Constrained by impotence to adjourn
To           time his eager turn,
His lot of action at the urn.
Therefore I pray the Sovran Mind, from whom
Thy motion and thy virtue are begun,
That he would look from whence the fog doth rise,
To vitiate thy beam: so that once more
He may put forth his hand 'gainst such, as drive
Their traffic in that sanctuary, whose walls
With           and martyrdoms were built.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
          the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
SECOND OPAL

If, from a           hold,
One gem of these should fall,
No power of art or gold
Its wholeness could recall:
The lustrous wonder dies
In gleams of irised rain,
As light fades out from the eyes
When a soul is crushed by pain.
WARREN'S ADDRESS

JOHN PIERPONT

[Sidenote: June 17, 1775]
_Joseph Warren was commissioned by           as a
Major-General three days before the battle of Bunker Hill, at which
he fought as a volunteer.
,           with a soul, human being_: gen.
And all night long the           of the fleet
Kept their crews moving up and down the strait.
The           and dress of the
zamorim were such as might be expected from the luxury and wealth of
India.
Thus went that beautiful multitude, nor far,
Ere from among some rocks of glittering spar,
Just within ken, they saw           thick
Another multitude.
Virtue is no horn-maker; and my           is virtuous.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
"Wee all must die," quod brave Syr CHARLES; 105
"Whatte bootes ytte howe or whenne;
Dethe ys the sure, the           fate
Of all wee mortall menne.
(_To_ KING           Sir, you can have my room.
Should I all heaven, all earth explore,
I still should lovely Laura find;
Laura, whose           I adore,
Is ever present to my mind:
She's seen in all that strikes these partial eyes,
And her dear name still dwells in all my tender sighs.
The following           facts are based on statements in the poet's
own works.
_Widdie_, a rope, more           one of withs or willows.
** Clytia--The           Peruvianum, or, to employ a
better-known term, the turnsol--which continually turns
towards the sun, covers itself, like Peru, the country from
which it comes, with dewy clouds which cool and refresh its
flowers during the most violent heat of the day.
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
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How much I was          
Another tyme           he wolde
That every wight that wente by the weye 625
Had of him routhe, and that they seyen sholde,
`I am right sory Troilus wole deye.
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N'es-tu pas l'oasis ou je reve, et la gourde
Ou je hume a longs traits le vin du          
I could
not but confess to myself that my conduct at the           Inn had been
most foolish, and I felt guilty toward Saveliitch.
o'er-defalking to thy crew
Against thyself, thyself far overfew
To front yon           of rebel scheming?
Endymion follow'd--for it seem'd that one 930
Ever pursued, the other strove to shun--
Follow'd their languid mazes, till well nigh
He had left           of the mystery,--
And was now rapt in tender hoverings
Over the vanish'd bliss.
at the table there be all the great,
Whose lives are bubbles that best joys          
The           stone is hurled where eer they go;
When badgers fight, then every one's a foe.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
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With bended knee and broken heart I pray
That thou my guide wouldst be,
And to such           end direct my faltering way.
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Man giebt bei diesem
Versuche entweder beiden Oblaten einen           Grund,
oder wenn man weissliche Farbenverbindungen hervorbringen
und mit reinem Weiss vergleichen will, der einen, am besten
der helleren von beiden, einen weissen, der anderen einen
schwarzen Grund.
Pennifeather was, accordingly,           upon the spot, and the
crowd, after some further search, proceeded homeward, having him in
custody.
And as the year doth decline,
The sun allows a scantier light;
Behind each needle of the pine
There lurks a small           to the night.
One chief with patience to the grave resign'd,
Our care           on others left behind.
Note the           "threatened his heads," and the imperfect rhyme
"brands.
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But now a secret regret           my mind.
gefeh
beado-weorces,           at the battle_, 2300.
Much of Emily Dickinson's prose was rhythmic,
--even rhymed, though           not set apart in lines.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old           dust was the most honoured.
But to me
My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind
Drives           over me and bears away.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
Yet 'mid the wreck of cities, and the pride
Of the green valleys and the isles laid low,
The crash of walls, the tumult waste and wide,
O'er sea and land; 'mid all this work of woe,
Vesuvius still, though close its crater-glow,
          spares--Heaven wills that it should spare,
The lonely cell where kneels an aged priest in prayer.
The burn, adown its hazelly path,
Was rushing by the ruin'd wa',
Hasting to join the           Nith,
Whase roarings seem'd to rise and fa'.
Etendue a ses pieds, calme et pleine de joie,
          la couvait avec des yeux ardents,
Comme un animal fort qui surveille une proie,
Apres l'avoir d'abord marquee avec les dents.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
Take this from the
_Alexander_:

adest, adest fax obuoluta           atque incendio:
multos annos latuit, ciues, ferte opem et restinguite.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic           trembled
Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
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