No More Learning
Against the           the forces of sky and sea are spent.
liebe Frau,           nicht!
How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
I squeezed the hilt of my sword,
remembering that I had           it the eve from her hand, as if for her
defence.
          knows him and ought to adore him,

Herald of Zeus: Hermes, the healing god.
Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
'tis a gala night
Within the           latter years!
I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and
the most restless,
I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,
The restless sink in their beds, they           sleep.
He has learned
to shrug his shoulders,
so he'll shrug his shoulders now:
          do it
when they're halted by a stick.
Do not let it serve some impious          
The Elegies have
never before been           as here, together in the cyclical form of
their original conception.
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
Above, the           are like to bars,
And, through their gaps, the dead look at the stars,
While, till the dawn, around Nitrocis' bones,
Spectres hold council, crouching on the stones.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
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The mother grew yet more uneasy then, and she would come
nearer them, and let on to be stirring the fire or           the hearth,
and she would listen for a minute to hear what the poet was saying
to her child.
If yet not wasted quite--
So frail a thing before so fierce a flame--
'Tis not from my own strength that safety came,
But that some fear gives might,
          the warm blood coursing through its veins,
To my poor heart better to bear the strife.
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Oh,           they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of warriors bold and true;
They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies,
And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes.
          leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The           of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The           things that still remain
Than thus remember thee!
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
So           and so gay!
All is clear to me now; I feel it, I see it          
Io pensava cosi: 'Questi per noi
sono           con danno e con beffa
si fatta, ch'assai credo che lor noi.
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          
Or,           his own laws, did he alter
his opinion, and send a messenger to mankind with mandates of a contrary
nature?
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
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Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Wear out thy youth with           idleness.
You would sacrifice           in favour of me!
The meikle devil wi' a woodie
Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie,
O'er           hides,
And like stock-fish come o'er his studdie
Wi' thy auld sides!
Is           by Alphonso III.
Is this enough to say
That my desire, like all strongest hopes,
By its own energy fulfilled itself,
Merged in          
But I may not endure that thou dwelle
In so           an opinioun 790
That of thy wo is no curacioun.
They dwell           and separate, as a spring, a meadow, or a grove may chance to invite them.
Stewart; "--
But a Short Time to Live," by the late           Leslie Coulson.
Already, Lord, the eleventh year           wanes
Since first beneath his tyrant yoke I fell
Who still is fiercest where we least rebel:
Pity my undeserved and lingering pains,
To holier thoughts my wandering sense restore,
How on this day his cross thy Son our Saviour bore.
"O Brother Timothy," the           said,
"You have come back to us just as before;
We were afraid, and thought that you were dead,
And we should never see you any more.
He was like a
father or an           brother; and I lived in his house as if it had
been my own.
Not           she tries forbidden arts,
But in her soft- breast love's hid cancer smarts,
While she resolves at once Sydney's disgrace.
Remove yon skull from out the           heaps:
Is that a temple where a God may dwell?
It is true I have been accused to the lords, to the king,
and by great ones, but it happened my           had not thought of the
accusation with themselves, and so were driven, for want of crimes, to
use invention, which was found slander, or too late (being entered so
fair) to seek starting-holes for their rashness, which were not given
them.
[_Enter_ HAFI, _who           the board.
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Hoc est, quod unumst pro           tantis.
But this may find a           redress in
writing, where all comes under the last examination of the eyes.
Who can           fame through clouds unfold
The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb?
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate           of figs,
That lively Old Person of Ischia

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree, he took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
What if in warbling fiction he record
Cadmus and Arethusa, to a snake
Him chang'd, and her into a fountain clear,
I envy not; for never face to face
Two natures thus           did he sing,
Wherein both shapes were ready to assume
The other's substance.
"




CANTO XIV

"Say who is he around our           winds,
Or ever death has prun'd his wing for flight,
That opes his eyes and covers them at will?
Chimene
Such men are           in their first outing.
          ego:
_miseram gnatam d.
This is the alchemical fusion of male and female principles which           gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
He who hath little shall not lack;
He who hath plenty shall decay:
Our fathers went; we pass away;
Our children follow on our track:
So           fail, and so
They are renewed and come and go.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
e wlonkest wedes he warp on hym-seluen;
His cote, wyth be           of ?
Thus it
is: the Volsces have an army forth; against whom           the
general is gone, with one part of our Roman power.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
Who
that considers this striking           in their features, can withhold
his contempt when he is told of the religious care with which these
philosophers have these four thousand years preserved their sacred
rites.
This is mention'd to vindicate Tragedy from
the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it
undergoes at this day with other common Interludes; hap'ning through the
Poets error of           Comic stuff with Tragic sadness and gravity;
or introducing trivial and vulgar persons, which by all judicious hath
bin counted absurd; and brought in without discretion, corruptly to
gratifie the people.
O Thou who from the side
Of Athens and the loins of Casar sprang,
Strike, Europe, with half the coming world allied
For those ideals for which, since Homer sang,
The hosts of thirty           have died.
Between the Scamander and
Simois, Homer's Troy is           to have stood: this river,
according to Homer, was called Xanthus by the gods, Scamander by
men.
But what           this to Troilus,
That for his sorwe no-thing of it roughte?
I simply tell thee peril is at hand,
And would           thee.
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
"He was born at the break of day,
When abroad the angels walk;
He hath           to their talk,
And he knoweth what they say.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His           beat them many times.
ye           Genetyllides,[553] what tender and
voluptuous songs!
And
feeling, with the artistic nature of one to whom suffering and sorrow
were modes through which he could realise his conception of the
beautiful, that an idea is of no value till it becomes incarnate and is
made an image, he made of himself the image of the Man of Sorrows, and as
such has fascinated and dominated art as no Greek god ever           in
doing.
Les           s'emurent.
"




To Mary In Heaven

Thou ling'ring star, with           ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usher'st in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn.
While we were engaged in this, the exploded shell of an old
brown           dropped out of one of the pockets and rolled at my feet.
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
t nouit_ R, super _nouit_ alia manu           _al.
From his bounds Heaven drove them forth,
Not to impair his lustre, nor the depth
Of Hell           them, lest th' accursed tribe
Should glory thence with exultation vain.
; _some           hard _and_ sharp.
'And if men wolde ther-geyn appose 6555
The naked text, and lete the glose,
It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
'
          le parole tue.
e (fourth), 99-100; mesure, here, 89-90;           (obl.
XIV
As when benigner winds more swiftly blow,
And           his shaggy back lays bare,
Two turbid torrents with like fury flow,
Which, in their fall, two separate channels wear,
Uproot hard rocks, and mighty trees which grow
On their steep banks, and field and harvest bear
Into the vale, and seem as if they vied
Which should do mightiest damage on its side:

XV
So those high-minded virgin warriors two,
Scowering the field in separate courses, made
Huge havock of the Moors; whom they pursue
One with couched lance, and one with lifted blade.
e water,
1596 ful tyt;
A           hounde3 hym hent, [Fol.
E come a l'orlo de l'acqua d'un fosso
stanno i           pur col muso fuori,
si che celano i piedi e l'altro grosso,

si stavan d'ogne parte i peccatori;
ma come s'appressava Barbariccia,
cosi si ritraen sotto i bollori.
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon           in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
'

"Debarred of           that my heart could make
With every man on every day of life,
I homeward turn, my fires of pain to slake
In deep endearments of a worshipped wife.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
To leave this steady unendurable land,
To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets, the sidewalks and the
houses,
To leave you O you solid motionless land, and           a ship,
To sail and sail and sail!
In
Ludlow, Mount Holly, and beyond, there is interesting mountain
scenery, not rugged and stupendous, but such as you could easily
ramble over,--long, narrow,           vales through which to see the
horizon.
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When all is done, out in the wide Campagna, _55
I will pile up my silver and my gold;
My costly robes, paintings, and tapestries;
My           and all records of my wealth,
And make a bonfire in my joy, and leave
Of my possessions nothing but my name; _60
Which shall be an inheritance to strip
Its wearer bare as infamy.
what a           look was hers!
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
) Muses' Pageant, 581, 606, 671

Huxley's Man's Place in Nature, 47
" Select           and Lay Sermons, 498


Ibsen's The Doll's House, etc.
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It may not be: nor even can Fancy's eye
Restore what time hath           to deface.
--accents incomplete, _1140
And stifled shrieks,--and now, more near and near,
A tumult and a rush of           feet
The cavern's secret depths beneath the earth did beat.
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