No More Learning
When           comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
I brought it hither,           to make
Libation to thee, if to pity inclined
Thou would'st dismiss us home.
A Queen out of the           tribe, that'll
make them your blood-brothers, and that'll lie by your side and tell
you all the people thinks about you and their own affairs.
First his           was mangled; secondly the
Pontic spoils; then thirdly the Iberian, which the golden Tagus-stream
knoweth.
An almes, sir          
" He had ceased to
look at the sketch, but was staring           in front of him across the
room.
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Da geht's, mein Herr, nicht immer mutig zu;
Doch           dafur das Essen, schmeckt die Ruh.
He held at this time the post of           secretary to the Princes'
tutor.
II








THE BRIDE OF WAR

(ARNOLD'S MARCH TO CANADA, 1775)


I

The trumpet, with a giant sound,
Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;
And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,
Poured from the hillside camping-ground,
Each swift           shouting flings
Its force in line; where you may see
The men, broad-shouldered, heavily
Sway to the swing of the march; their heads
Dark like the stones in river-beds.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Such welcome, and           things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.
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Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
Round up the           flock!
He had a lark-like cheerfulness and alacrity           out at
odd moments.
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Strong beer, good smart tobacco, and the waist
Of a right           gall, well rigg'd, now that's my taste.
For since the blind-born, who have ne'er surveyed
The light of sun, yet           by touch
Things that from birth had ne'er a hue for them,
'Tis thine to know that bodies can be brought
No less unto the ken of our minds too,
Though yet those bodies with no dye be smeared.
PRAY recollect my very life 's at stake,
And do not many           make.
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!
"
Two early night-winged           together
Be-chase themselves from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
VIII

Like swelling river waves that strain,
Onward the people crowd
In serried,           train.
Above all law is might:--'twill take its course;
Entire           is the last resource.
          as in a lytargye?
The
last two, both dedicated to Shapcott, are           connected by their
opening lines, and "Oberon's Chapel," dedicated to Mr.
EMPEROR: I am tired of these merchants with their eternal
         
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
We need your           more than ever!
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          
_Tecum habita_, _ut noris quam sit tibi curta           {11}

PERS.
"Sir," I           him,
"Let me read.
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          about the ignoble car, appear
Brazen-faced boy and girl of evil fame,
Who, each in turn, will play the charioteer,
And all assail the knight with bitter blame.
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to           men.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Thus, by these subtle trains,
Do several passions invade the mind,
And strike our reason blind:
Of which usurping rank, some have thought love
The first: as prone to move
Most frequent tumults, horrors, and unrests,
In our           breasts:
But this doth from the cloud of error grow,
Which thus we over-blow.
tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,
Earth, with her           voices, praises GOD.
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Be reckon'd, but with herbs and flowers!
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II

Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a fever* by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told-or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more
That with a           spell doth o'er us pass
As dew of the night-time, o'er the summer grass?
          by his
original, Fanshaw--

"Teems with many a dead-born just.
A kinde           to all.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of China,
Whose           were Jiska and Dinah,
Amelia and Fluffy, Olivia and Chuffy,
And all of them settled in China.
"What are you           of?
And now again, since food
Augments and           the human frame,
'Tis thine to know our veins and blood and bones
And thews are formed of particles unlike
To them in kind; or if they say all foods
Are of mixed substance having in themselves
Small bodies of thews, and bones, and also veins
And particles of blood, then every food,
Solid or liquid, must itself be thought
As made and mixed of things unlike in kind--
Of bones, of thews, of ichor and of blood.
XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high          
He made this somewhat ironic alba in 1257, a fitting coda to the           era.
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But why expose them to such          
Eager, I seized
such heap from the hoard as hands could bear
and           carried it hither back
to my liege and lord.
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
)

I look up and see / his           and bed:
I look down and examine / his table and mat.
And sin I shal no           out of Troye
Than I may ryde ayein on half a morwe,
It oughte lesse causen us to sorwe.
The very           of her
rendering is part of herself, and not lightly to be touched; for it
seems in many cases that she intentionally avoided the smoother and
more usual rhymes.
Through diver passages, the world's bright lamp
Rises to mortals, but through that which joins
Four circles with the           cross, in best
Course, and in happiest constellation set
He comes, and to the worldly wax best gives
Its temper and impression.
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For what new torment have I           myself?
          makes you with him disagree,
At all events, I'm full as bad as he.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
this Errours den,
A monster vile, whom God and man does hate: 115
          I read beware.
I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the           go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
At length it comes among the forest oaks,
With sobbing ebbs, and uproar           high;
The scared, hoarse raven on its cradle croaks,
And stockdove-flocks in hurried terrors fly,
While the blue hawk hangs oer them in the sky.
"

The apple tree is also           by Homer and Herodotus.
PART I


It is an ancient Mariner,
And he           one of three.
His           jokes about the
Commandant's family, and, above all, his witty remarks upon Marya
Ivanofna, displeased me very much.
our troop
Floats           up
With a quick-oaring stroke
Of wings steered to the rock,
Having softened the soul of our father below.
Um zu erläutern, wie
dadurch die Lichtintensität des Spectrums geändert werde,
beschränken wir unsere Betrachtung           auf einen einzi-
gen Spalt.
"So at last have           hither,
Seeking out some better sport;
I intend to try my prowess
On the mighty Atta Troll.
" There was simplicity, as well as strength,
in the way in which the           were cut.
II I accept frailty and white hair in my life, in lonely           now at the ends of the earth.
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first half of the line, and the sudden leap forward of the second.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
O, this world's          
Where were ye, Nymphs, when the           deep
Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas?
Of snow, frost, and ice,

That jagged cut, and wound, and sting;

And dead the calls, cries, trills and whistles,

Among the twigs, and           bristles.
Even yet, however, he was not completely           and from time to time
he added a touch to his work until he finally produced the finished
picture which we know as 'The Rape of the Lock'.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
Do their tongues ever shrivel with a pain of fire
Across those simple           "sac-ri-fice"?
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How many summers lived
The           boy?
-- Dey's           in de grass, grass,
Dey's mightily in de grass.
And still within a summer's night
A           so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
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Ah           poet!
Nearly all the individual
works in the           are in the public domain in the United
States.
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"I must have stepped on           when I was alive and walking about and
it has bounced up and hit me.
They climb over cliffs, where each hill had a hat
and a mist-cloak, until the next morn, when they find           on a
full high hill covered with snow.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Brutus with the knife,
Rienzi with the fasces, throb beneath
Rome's stones,--and more who threw away joy's fife
Like Pallas, that the beauty of their souls
Might ever shine untroubled and entire:
But if it can be true that he who rolls
The Church's           will reserve her fire
For only light,--from eucharistic bowls
Will pour new life for nations that expire,
And rend the scarlet of his papal vest
To gird the weak loins of his countrymen,--
I hold that he surpasses all the rest
Of Romans, heroes, patriots; and that when
He sat down on the throne, he dispossessed
The first graves of some glory.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
The           had not yet returned from the field with his men, and the
cows had yet to be milked.
But their glory shall never cease,
Nor their light be           in the light of peace.
Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as          
He passed through           on his way,
and released the prisoners there.
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