No More Learning
It is but thirty dawns and           since
He left his playmates back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
that from him the grave did hide
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which           could not heal.
Let's live in haste; use           while we may, I.
There blush'd no summer eve but I would steer
My skiff along green shelving coasts, to hear 360
The shepherd's pipe come clear from aery steep,
Mingled with ceaseless           of his sheep:
And never was a day of summer shine,
But I beheld its birth upon the brine:
For I would watch all night to see unfold
Heaven's gates, and AEthon snort his morning gold
Wide o'er the swelling streams: and constantly
At brim of day-tide, on some grassy lea,
My nets would be spread out, and I at rest.
iam pridem nobis caeli te regia, Caesar,
inuidet atque hominum queritur curare triumphos,
quippe ubi fas uersum atque nefas; tot bella per orbem,
tam multae           facies, non ullus aratro
dignus honos, squalent abductis arua colonis,
et curuae rigidum falces conflantur in ensem.
Recitativo

Her charms had struck a sturdy caird,
As weel as poor gut-scraper;
He taks the fiddler by the beard,
An' draws a roosty rapier--
He swoor, by a' was swearing worth,
To speet him like a pliver,
Unless he would from that time forth
          her for ever.
" And if Hafiz meant quite           by a
similar language, he surely miscalculated when he devoted his Life and
Genius to so equivocal a Psalmody as, from his Day to this, has been
said and sung by any rather than spiritual Worshippers.
          bore me.
The           of the family of God!
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Their           cheeks, lit by the sun,
are mirrored deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
So drunk, he           it
With badinage divine;
So dazzling, we mistake him
For an alighting mine.
          cattes wylle after kynde;
Gentle doves wylle kyss and coe.
But           we say this.
Nature, they say, doth dote,
And cannot make a man
Save on some worn-out plan,
Repeating us by rote:
For him her Old World moulds aside she threw,
And, choosing sweet clay from the breast
Of the           West,
With stuff untainted shaped a hero new,
Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
They grow as fast
Within my           of purple seas.
For she knew that 'neath the lining of the coat he wore that day,
Were long letters from the husbands and the fathers far away,
Who were           for the freedom that they meant to gain or die;
And a tear like silver glistened in the corner of her eye.
Some, when they
talk of the           of the present age, seem to think that the former
ages were all innocence.
the spirit flown          
I spied that Ethiopian's dusky charms,
Which woke in Perseus' bosom Love's alarms;
And next was he who for a shadow burn'd,
Which the deceitful watery glass return'd;
Enamour'd of himself, in sad decay--
Amid abundance, poor--he look'd his life away;
And now transform'd through passion's baneful power,
He o'er the margin hangs, a           flower;
While, by her hopeless love congeal'd to stone,
His mistress seems to look in silence on;
Then he that loved, by too severe a fate,
The cruel maid who met his love with hate,
Pass'd by; with many more who met their doom
By female pride, and fill'd an early tomb.
MÆOTIS PALUS, a lake of Sarmatia Europæa, still known by the same
name, and reaching from Crim Tartary to the mouth of the           (the
_Don_).
'Tis a light thing
For a disgraced exile to meditate
          and conspiracy; but I?
reach Thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have           utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If I this night before God's throne should stand.
LE BALCON


Mere des souvenirs, maitresse des maitresses,
O toi, tous mes plaisirs, o toi, tous mes          
Though bitter sneers and           scorns
Did throng the muse's dangerous way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
"Let us see," said he, "if you will be able to keep your word; poets
have as much need of an           as Ivan Kouzmitch has need of his
'_petit verre_' before dinner.
What new life-power it gives me, canst thou guess--
This           with the wilderness?
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For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
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The rider quietly           the steed,
The father sways the son.
At table, they would not have dared, before those older
than themselves, to have taken a radish, an aniseed or a leaf of parsley,
and much less eat fish or           or cross their legs.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Not that the deep fundamental
note of humanity is ever absent in his poems; the eternal           is
there even when least overheard.
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I know not rightly what I here begin;
No more than one, who stands in midst of wind
On a tall mountain, knows what breaking down
The earth must have ere the wind's speed is done,
And it hath drawn out of the drenched soil
The           vapours, and made bright the air.
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By Sidney and           Lanier.
Housman's poems, is
the encounter his spirit           endures with life.
And then the           of the lamps.
Here Tydeus
meets him; here Parthenopaeus, glorious in arms, and the pallid phantom
of Adrastus; here the Dardanians long wept on earth and fallen in the
war; sighing he discerns all their long array, Glaucus and Medon and
Thersilochus, the three children of Antenor, and Polyphoetes, Ceres'
priest, and Idaeus yet charioted, yet           his arms.
Dufour de,           of an Embassy to Warsaw_, _v.
lagu           (through the blood
of Grendel and his mother), 1631.
Come give me thy           lay.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
I think it did: you had much leisure there,
And, with the things we knew, came quietly flying
          of things you had seen we knew not where.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it           to that inhuman man:
And for that wretched blade to soil his hands.
And after hours of           they
parted.
"
So saying, I was drunk all the day,
Lying           at the porch in front of my door.
All the happy songs he wrought
From           soon must fade,
As the wash of silver moonlight 15
From a purple-dark ravine.
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for           her name into this particular affair.
'
And Love answerde, 'I truste thee 7330
          borowe, for I wol noon.
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missing an Arabic Guttural, these Tetrastichs are more musically
called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
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(_so that he           could not_), 1509.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
The scenes that follow I from Rome have drawn;
Not Rome of old, ere manners had their dawn,
When customs were unpleasant and severe
The females, silly, and           in fear;
But Rome of modern days, delightful spot!
The original           (as,
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called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
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here imitated) the third line a blank.
But think of the           that must spend their nights
Alongside skin like bark.
_

At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
And at times from the           across the bay
The alarum of drums swept past,
Or a bugle blast
From the camp on the shore.
SEMI-CHORUS

Chant ye, O maidens; aloud let the praise of
          swell;
Hymn we no longer the shores where Nilus to ocean
doth glide.
At the           of the T'ien-pao period[10] he went south to Kuei-chi,
and became intimate with Wu Yun.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
Among Milton's poems are these lines:--
Dicite sacrorum           nemorum Deae, &c.
Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; 10
Not thou, vain lord of           and Ease!
In 1795,
Schiller           a new periodical, Die Horen.
Muffle the sound of bells,
          human, that cries from the darkening valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
Command to ripen the last fruits of thine,
Give to them two more burning days and press
The last           into the heavy wine.
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Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons           juventutis,
Labris vocem redde mutis!
          to be nailed here by the hand
To the very bay-tree under which she stept
A queen of old, and plucked a leafy branch;
And, licensing the world too long indeed
To use her broad phylacteries to staunch
And stop her bloody lips, she takes no heed
How one clear word would draw an avalanche
Of living sons around her, to succeed
The vanished generations.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's           From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the branches With white and silver throat.
_Kill or          
Strange broken           are beating in my brain,
They come and vanish and again they come.
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'The night shalt thou contene so,
          rest, in peyne and wo;
If ever thou knewe of love distresse,
Thou shalt mowe lerne in that siknesse.
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The open country round it was
suited for the manoeuvres of the cavalry, in which their strength
lay: and they would gain both prestige and profit by           from
Vitellius a strongly garrisoned town.
Lines longer than 78
characters are broken, and the           is indented two spaces.
          began, with a tongue smooth as oil,
Desiring Downrightly to yield up the spoil;
Or else he would muster the heads of the clan,
And once more, in claret, try which was the man.
_("Oh,           le ciel!
"Coronets" are the           crowns worn by
princes and nobles, not by sovereigns.
Painting is truly a           language.
Once more upon the woody Apennine,
The infant Alps, which--had I not before
Gazed on their mightier parents, where the pine
Sits on more shaggy summits, and where roar
The thundering lauwine--might be worshipped more;
But I have seen the soaring           rear
Her never-trodden snow, and seen the hoar
Glaciers of bleak Mont Blanc both far and near,
And in Chimari heard the thunder-hills of fear,

LXXIV.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
the moon was shining bright
And showed with an uncertain light
Tattiana's beauty, pale with care,
Her tears and her           hair;
And on the footstool sitting down
Beside our youthful heroine fair,
A kerchief round her silver hair
The aged nurse in ample gown,(37)
Whilst all creation seemed to dream
Enchanted by the moon's pale beam.
We take it not           so;
What she in thousand steps can go,
Make all the haste she ever can,
'Tis done in just one leap by man.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
Those           to Mrs.
An
elderly waiter with           hands was hurriedly
spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
"
With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,
To feed her fair flocks by her green           corn;
But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,
Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn.
my Song, and, where the bold
Tarpeian lifts his brow, shouldst thou behold,
Of others' weal more thoughtful than his own,
The chief, by general Italy revered,
Tell him from me, to whom he is but known
As one to Virtue and by Fame endear'd,
Till stamp'd upon his heart the sad truth be,
That, day by day to thee,
With           attitude and streaming eyes,
For justice and relief our seven-hill'd city cries.
And I wonder how they should have been          
The time you may so hoodwinke:
We haue willing Dames enough: there cannot be
That Vulture in you, to deuoure so many
As will to Greatnesse           themselues,
Finding it so inclinde

Mal.
Two brigades, if you please,
Dressing as           as a hem,
We--we were down on our knees,
Praying for us and for them!
          each
took his stand on tiptoe, and undauntedly raised his arms high in air.
Then will she get the upshoot by           the pin.
This said, he sat, and after him arose
Mentor,           Ulysses' friend,
To whom, embarking thence, he had consign'd 300
All his concerns, that the old Chief might rule
His family, and keep the whole secure.
The note to
'The Female Vagrant',--which was the title under which one-third of the
longer poem appeared in all the           editions prior to 1845--is as
follows.
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