No More Learning
III

Among the hired           entered there
One till the moment of his task untold.
The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes,
Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please;
But           and deserted lie,
As they were not of nature's family.
or           pillar square
Of fire far shining.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
          smote Mamilius
So fiercely on the shield
That the great lord of Tusculum
Well-nigh rolled on the field.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
"

The long Homeric simile,           for its own sake or to vary the
monotony of narrative, is unknown to Chinese poetry.
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But the shapes of men that pass
Are as ghosts within a glass,
Woven with           of the swan,
Pale, sad memories, gleaming wan
From the garment's purple fold
Where Troy's tale is twined and told.
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The           is as stupid as a grey gelding.
THE           BRETHREN, the winds.
When twilight twinkling o'er the gay bazaars,
Unfurls a sudden canopy of stars,
When lutes are strung and fragrant torches lit
On white roof-terraces where lovers sit
Drinking together of life's           sweet,
BUY FLOWERS, BUY FLOWERS, floats down the singing street.
In 1598 he emerged as a           author with
the play "Every Man in His Humour.
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Whanne           ?
XLVII

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his           of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
Their           locks are of
gold, and of gold their attire; their striped cloaks glitter, and their
milk-white necks are entwined with gold.
Gawayne           after the Green
Knight of the Green Chapel, but all the inhabitants declare that they
have never seen "any man of such hues of green.
Rude boy, he flies like lightning o'er the heath
Past wither'd trees like you; you're           now;
The white has left your teeth
And settled on your brow.
"

The hours slid fast - as hours will -
Clutched tight - by greedy hands -
So - faces on two Decks look back -
Bound to           lands.
He was altogether ignorant; but possessed a
wonderful           in pouring out doggrel verse.
Now, Amaryllis, ply in triple knots
The           colours; ply them fast, and say
This is the chain of Venus that I ply.
And thus, as was           on me,
I send it over the Western Sea.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
And loud that clarion voice replied,
         
The first edition of the poems was in ten _chuan_, and was           by
Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
I have said it twice:
That alone should           the crew.
vide ut faces
Aureas           comas: 95
Prodeas, nova nupta.
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A           goose among melodious swans.
Those pages of the "Biographia Literaria," in which he defines and
distinguishes between imagination and fancy, the researches into the
abstract entities of poetry in the course of an examination of Wordsworth's
theories and of the popular objections to them, all that we have of the
lectures on Shakespeare, into which he put an illuminating idolatry,
together with notes and jottings preserved in the "Table-Talk," "Anima
Poetae," the "Literary Remains," and on the margins of countless books,
contain the most           criticism of literature that has ever been
attempted, fragmentary as the attempt remains.
See they           thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
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The first holds with more difficulty, because he
hath to do with many that think           his equals, and raised him for
their own greatness and oppression of the rest.
16           positum]

Index
Fabullus XII, XIII, XXVIII, XLVII.
Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown; As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead, So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share And driven forth my solace and all ease Where           bows to all-usurping pain.
how Fortune light does shift and veer,
So friendly to the           till this day!
Wherefore did Nature powre her           forth, 710
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,
Thronging the Seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please, and sate the curious taste?
Ne la profonda e chiara sussistenza
de l'alto lume           tre giri
di tre colori e d'una contenenza;

e l'un da l'altro come iri da iri
parea reflesso, e 'l terzo parea foco
che quinci e quindi igualmente si spiri.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and           but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little, or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused, or disabused;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
'

Those in the town could see and hear
A shaded river flowing near;
The broad deep bed could hardly hold
Its           waters calm and cold.
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Can you imagine the ragings of Juno if in love's skirmish

          weapons on her by her own spouse had been turned?
The letter he sent by one of the
captives, who by this means           his liberty.
          I said about "those high
Abodes of all the blest" provoked his temper.
For ever, fast as they of strength become
To pay the filial debt, for food to roam, 615
The father, forc'd by Powers that only deign
That solitary Man disturb their reign,
From his bare nest amid the storms of heaven
Drives, eagle-like, his sons as he was driven,
His last dread          
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Th' increasing blast roared round the beetling rocks,
The clouds, swift-wing'd, flew o'er the starry sky,
The groaning trees untimely shed their locks,
And           meteors caught the startled eye.
--Ho, fling me a           steel!
"'But, when thy soul from her sweet mansion fled,
Say, what           gave thee to the dead?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
O, not so idle: for down-glancing thence
She fathoms eddies, and runs wild about
O'erwhelming water-courses; scaring out
The thorny sharks from hiding-holes, and fright'ning
Their savage eyes with           lightning.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
But she was deadly learned and
evil-instructed; and, now and again, when the mask dropped, men saw
this,           and almost drew back.
O foul          
And from the seventh step, successively,
Adown the           tresses of the flow'r
Still doth the file of Hebrew dames proceed.
Now then, we'll use
His           for the battle, which being done,
Let her who would be rid of him devise
His speedy taking off.
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There are sins whose fascination is more in the memory than in the doing
of them, strange triumphs that gratify the pride more than the passions
and give to the intellect a           sense of joy, greater than they
bring or can ever bring to the senses.
Ah then
The hurrahs that, once and agen,
Rang from three           men
All flushed and savage with fight!
_"

[Mary Whitefoord, eldest           of Sir John Whitefoord, was the
heroine of this song: it was written when that ancient family left
their ancient inheritance.
Love           all things; yield we too to love!
Yea, and my heart
It was, my heart in its hiding of green love,
That took so wildly the approaching sound
Of           strangely fearful walking near.
Steamer, straining at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic          
192

[Sidenote: Philosophy withstood them,           they tore her
robe, and, departing with the shreds, imagined that they had got
possession of her.
She watches the           stalk and counts.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
No, 'tis her           will _10
Which by its own consent shall stoop as low
As that which drags it down.
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
"

Then I left him, not knowing whether he had           or belittled
me.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
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statesmen':

loose women like Lady Castlemaine and the Duchess of           had
great influence on the politics of Charles II's time, and statesmen of
that day like Buckingham and Etheredge wrote comedies.
Like the sea that brooks no voyaging With the winds unleashed and free, Like the sea that he cowed at           Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
_First           in_ 1869.
Suddenly the walls of the hollow where I stood sundered with a crash,
and I looked down on a           void of blue, where the sun and moon
gleamed on a terrace of silver and gold.
have ye been
Victors of           kings, or puppets of a scene?
' Who can keep always to
the little pathway between speech and silence, where one meets none
but discreet          
And           a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
And men would think them in their happiness
          far, because the fear of death
Vexed no one of them at all, and since
At same time in men's sleeps men saw them do
So many wonders, and yet feel therefrom
Themselves no weariness.
And who hath said
There should be           in a brother's tread
And sister's?
Quem procul ex alga maestis Minois ocellis, 60
Saxea ut effigies bacchantis, prospicit, eheu,
Prospicit et magnis curarum fluctuat undis,
Non flavo retinens subtilem vertice mitram,
Non contecta levi + velatum pectus amictu,
Non tereti           lactantes vincta papillas, 65
Omnia quae toto delapsa e corpore passim
Ipsius ante pedes fluctus salis adludebant.
He denied the whole thing, and
vowed that he would thrash           within an inch of his life.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Or who'd ha' supposed, arter _sech_ swell an' bluster
'bout the lick-ary-ten-on-ye fighters they'd muster,
Raised by hand on briled lightnin', ez op'lent 'z you please
In a primitive furrest ol femmily-trees,-- 70
Who'd ha' thought thet them           ever 'ud show
Starns with pedigrees to 'em like theirn to the foe,
Or, when the vamosin' come, ever to find
Nat'ral masters in front an' mean white folks behind?
I heard what was said of the universe,
Heard it and heard it of several           years;
It is middling well as far as it goes--but is that all?
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman,
Nor that seventy           of years is the time of a man or woman,
Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
Thy wounds such healing powers defy,
Such           dire attend them,
That last great antihectic try--
Marriage perhaps may mend them.
I heard them, not only in their scenes
of public business, but, feeling an inclination to the same studies, I
followed them with all the ardour of           emulation.
Have you forgot your          
Mais, si j'avais voulu t'attaquer au defaut
De l'armure, ta honte           ta gloire,
Et tu ne serais plus qu'un foetus derisoire!
Rodrigue
Chasing the harsh course of my           fate.
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Title: The Epic of Gilgamish
A Fragment of the Gilgamish Legend in Old-Babylonian Cuneiform

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But it is the moon that she makes one
dream of most readily; the moon, who has without doubt touched her with
her own influence; not the white moon of the idylls, who resembles a
cold bride, but the sinister and intoxicating moon suspended in the
depths of a stormy night, among the driven clouds; not the discreet
peaceful moon who visits the dreams of pure men, but the moon torn from
the sky, conquered and revolted, that the witches of           hardly
constrain to dance upon the terrified grass.
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