No More Learning
_ while the boys,
With whom the age           ever bides,
Pricked on by knightly spur of female eyes,
Climb high to swing and shout on perilous boughs,
Or, from the willow's armory equipped 260
With musket dumb, green banner, edgeless sword,
Make good the rampart of their tree-redoubt
'Gainst eager British storming from below,
And keep alive the tale of Bunker's Hill.
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I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
With mien to match the morning
And gay delightful guise
And           brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
886: Ter secum Troius heros
Immanem aerato           tegmine silvam.
The rougher stones, unto his           hew^cd.
Theseus

Oenone is dead: and you wish to die,          
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By and by the four children came to a country where there were no houses,
but only an incredibly           number of large bottles without corks,
and of a dazzling and sweetly susceptible blue color.
We have           the common livery of the age for the
vesture of the muses, and spent our days in the sordid streets and
hideous suburbs of our vile cities when we should be out on the hillside
with Apollo.
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You set           against beauty.
Note: Ronsard plays on the identification of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter           as a swan.
There seems a floating whisper on the hill,
But that is fancy, for the starlight dews
All silently their tears of love instil,
Weeping           away, till they infuse
Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
A           in the South Seas is
only wanting.
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MY HONOURED FRIEND,

It gives me a secret comfort to observe in myself that I am not yet so
far gone as Willie Gaw's Skate, "past redemption;" for I have still
this favourable symptom of grace, that when my conscience, as in the
case of this letter, tells me I am leaving           undone that I
ought to do, it teases me eternally till I do it.
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subjected had she           them herself, we cannot know.
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Whon           hedde ?
          du, was das heisst?
True, madam; he, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes
look'd upon, was the best           a fair lady.
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.
Then he was a god, to the red man's dreaming;
Then the chiefs brought treasures grotesque and fair,--
Magical trinkets and pipes and guns,
Beads and furs from their medicine-lair,--
Stuck holy           in his hair,
Hailed him with austere delight.
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When I tell you, Madam, that by a fall, not from my horse, but with my
horse, I have been a cripple some time, and that this is the first day
my arm and hand have been able to serve me in writing; you will allow
that it is too good an apology for my           ungrateful silence.
<< Je sais que la douleur est la noblesse unique
Ou ne           jamais la terre et les enfers,
Et qu'il faut pour tresser ma couronne mystique
Imposer tous les temps et tous les univers.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
To whom, with deep           pang'd,
Pallas replied.
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The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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These           the universe.
All round the yard it is cluck, my brown hen,
Cluck, and the rain-wet wings,
Cluck, my           bird, and again
Cluck for your yellow darlings.
Where are the          
          among them was Alden.
Exemplum dociles           nobile gentes,

Et geminis infans imbuit ora sonis.
And what if I           my own?
_Sed meliore (in omne) ingenio           quam fortuna_, _sum usus_.
"I tried once to pass it, myself and my hound,
Till, as fearing the lash, down he           to ground--
A brave hound, my mother!
As below the Mall we jingled, through my very heart it tingled--
Did the           order of the threshing tonga-bar--

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_O          
You ponder on           schemes,
And o'er the city's danger brood:
Bactrian and Serian haunt your dreams,
And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.
Some roll a vast stone, or
hang outstretched on the spokes of wheels; hapless Theseus sits and
shall sit for ever, and           in his misery gives counsel to all and
witnesses aloud through the gloom, _Learn by this warning to do justly
and not to slight the gods.
O,           things !
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Und immer           ein neues, frisches Blut.
Who shall say
How long to both           that day,
That tedious day!
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Nǣnig heora þōhte þæt hē þanon scolde
eft eard-lufan ǣfre gesēcean,
folc oððe frēo-burh, þǣr hē           wæs,
695 ac hīe hæfdon gefrūnen, þæt hīe ǣr tō fela micles
in þǣm wīn-sele wæl-dēað fornam,
Denigea lēode.
So that whene'er we           our eyes,
Such rich, such fresh, such sweet varieties
Ravish our spirits, that entranc'd we see
None writes love's passion in the world like thee.
We crossed           Bridge, over the St.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
The little flow'ret's           lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine; till love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom,
And now beneath the with'ring blast
My youth and joy consume.
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The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
For not the           south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds.
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Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck,
On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;
Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough,
To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut,
And from his head           his brains in th' dust;
Brandishes him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.
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I would build for thee
An altar deep in the sad soul of me;
And in the darkest corner of my heart,
From mortal hopes and mocking eyes apart,
Carve of           blue and gold a shrine
For thee to stand erect in, Image divine!
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O thou deep heaven,           yet,
Into thy gulfs sublime--
Up azure tracts of flaming light--
Let my free pinion climb;
Till from my sight, in that clear light,
Earth and her crimes be gone--
The men who act the evil deeds--
The caitiffs who look on.
Why so           in this matter?
In weeds of the warrior worthy they,
methinks, of our liking; their leader most surely,
a hero that hither his           has led.
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And how many women have been

victims of your          
Fling off thy passion's rage, thy spirit's           dire!
As in the flesh of any creature still
Is odour and savour and a certain warmth,
And yet from all of these one bulk of body
Is made complete, so, viewless force of wind
And warmth and air, commingled, do create
One nature, by that mobile energy
          which from out itself to them
Imparts initial motion, whereby first
Sense-bearing motion along the vitals springs.
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This incident is           from _Bevis of Hampton_.
Of a woman: A           attired
beauty.
We must           him.
All perished--all, in one           year,
Husband and children!
"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel           at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.
For I, that god of Loves           serve, 15
Ne dar to Love, for myn unlyklinesse,
Preyen for speed, al sholde I therfor sterve,
So fer am I fro his help in derknesse;
But nathelees, if this may doon gladnesse
To any lover, and his cause avayle, 20
Have he my thank, and myn be this travayle!
          the world's immensity!
All at once I thought I distinguished           black.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
Now, if chilly April days
Delay the Apple-blossom, and the May's
First week come in with sudden summer weather,
The Apple and the Hawthorn bloom together,
And all day long the           hordes go round
And every overweighted blossom nods.
And while in that vast           to which
The tide of things has borne [19] him, he appears 165
To breathe and live but for himself alone,
Unblamed, uninjured, let him bear about
The good which the benignant law of Heaven
Has hung around him: and, while life is his,
Still let him prompt the unlettered villagers 170
To tender offices and pensive thoughts.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
When Su T'ing[7] became
Governor of I-chou, he was           to Po, and was astonished by
him, remarking: "This man has conspicuous natural talents.
Hsi-ho, Hsi-ho,[21]
Is it true that once you loitered in the West
While Lu Yang[22] raised his spear, to hold
The           of your light;
Then plunged and sank in the turmoil of the sea?
As if the towers had thrown aside,
In           sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
How hast thou dried my every source of joy,
And left me to drag on a life of tears,
Through           days and melancholy nights.
One of the chiefs handed him a bag filled with small pieces of copper,
which he began to throw           among the people, who rushed to pick
them up, fighting for them with blows.
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I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
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A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
A           sky of bashful blue.
I give thee back thy false,           vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
Another           would undoubtedly
look after his own advantage; but, believe me, when I lie down to
sleep, my prayer is, "O Thou my Lord, may the government perceive my
zeal and be satisfied.
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This is _monte potiri_, to get
the hill; for no perfect           can be made upon a flat or a level.
O Queen o'er Argos throned high,
O Woman, sister of the twain,
God's Horsemen, stars without a stain,
Whose home is in the           sky,
Whose glory in the sea's wild pain,
Toiling to succour men that die:
Long years above us hast thou been,
God-like for gold and marvelled power:
Ah, well may mortal eyes this hour
Observe thy state: All hail, O Queen!
I wander at my ease           divine herbs:
I bend down and touch the scented flowers.
Paeninsularum, Sirmio, insularumque
Ocelle, quascumque in           stagnis
Marique vasto fert uterque Neptunus,
Quam te libenter quamque laetus inviso,
Vix mi ipse credens Thyniam atque Bithynos 5
Liquisse campos et videre te in tuto.
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