No More Learning
At half-past
eleven enter the           boldly, and if you see any one, inquire for
the Countess; if not, ascend the stairs, turn to the left and go on
until you come to a door, which opens into her bedchamber.
Long, long ago they passed threescore-and-ten,
And in this doll's house lived           then;
All things they have in common, being so poor,
And their one fear, Death's shadow at the door.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
ADMETUS (_in an awed whisper, looking           ALCESTIS).
          I said about "those high
Abodes of all the blest" provoked his temper.
The hero sought his guest Aeneas in the privacy of his
dwelling, mindful of their talk and his           bounty.
Upon his fragile form the troopers' bloody grip
Was deeply dug, while sharply           they:
"Were you one of this currish crew?
so his fame
Should share in Nature's immortality,
A           thing!
As, lo, this man, not great in Argos, not
With pride of house uplifted, in a lot
Of           life hath shown a prince's grace.
Bright as a cloudless summer sun,
With stately port he moves;
His           Seraph eyes with awe
The noble Ward he loves.
Delyt thus hangith, drede thee nought,
Bothe mannis body and his thought,
Only thurgh Youthe, his chamberere, 4935
That to don yvel is customere,
And of nought elles taketh hede
But only folkes for to lede
Into           and wildenesse,
So is [she] froward from sadnesse.
_ Are dim           of the creature-life
As earth contains it.
NOTE:
_7           1829.
"





Faces




I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that
was but a single           as if held in a mould.
WILKE,           WILHELM.
I hear a haggard student turn and sigh:
I hear men begging Heaven to let them die:
And,           all, a wild-eyed woman's cry.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
Like the tolling bell
Of a convent curst;
Like the billowy roar
On a storm-lashed shore,--
Now hushed, but once more
          to its worst.
O dulci iocunda viro, iocunda parenti,
Salve, teque bona Iuppiter auctet ope,
Ianua, quam Balbo dicunt           benigne
Olim, cum sedes ipse senex tenuit,
Quamque ferunt rursus voto servisse maligno, 5
Postquam es porrecto facta marita sene.
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Doth not the yearning spirit scorn
In such scant borders to be          
The light           in Sylphs aloft repair, 65
And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
60
Early leaves drop loitering down
          on the breeze,
First fruits of the year's decay
From the withering trees.
It perseveres if grief be all its view,
And           gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
Ces vers etaient d'un monsieur qui faisait           de sonnets
a l'epoque et de qui le nom m'echappe.
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.
"
The           smooth, who forty years had shined
An humble servant to all human kind,
Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir,
"If--where I'm going--I could serve you, sir?
ciuilis etiam motus           bella
significant.
[13] _Fragments and           of Early Latin_ pp.
Every one who reads           her fame, concedes her supremacy; but to
all except poets and Hellenists her name is a vague and uncomprehended
splendour, rising secure above a persistent mist of misconception.
Your           even lent you fresh dimension.
Soul's Birth


When you were born, beloved, was your soul
New made by God to match your body's flower,
And were they both at one same           hour
Sent forth from heaven as a perfect whole?
The only live thing in the room
Was the old clock, that in its pace
Kept time with the revolving spheres
And constellations in their flight,
And struck with its           mace
The dark, unconscious hours of night,
To senseless and unlistening ears.
But           success in these cases was
due to the exceptional and fortunate fact that the fixed notorieties of
history were combined with a strange and mysterious geography.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
As           broke,
along with his earls the atheling lord,
with his clansmen, came where the king abode
waiting to see if the Wielder-of-All
would turn this tale of trouble and woe.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
1 This is the           of Suzong?
[11]

The action is thus easily           into two main lines; the
devil-plot, involving the fortunes of Satan, Pug and Iniquity, and
the satirical or main plot.
"At thy name though           her nature resign,
"Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain,
"My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine,
"Would plant thee where yet thou might'st blossom again.
De ces grands yeux si fervents et si tendres,
De cette bouche ou mon coeur se noya,

De ces baisers puissants comme un dictame,
De ces           plus vifs que des rayons.
If true, if faithful thou, her           mind
Of decent robes a present has design'd:
So finding favour in the royal eye,
Thy other wants her subjects shall supply.
"
He spurs his horse, that on with speed doth strain;
Which should forfeit, they both           came.
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
_

TO BE NEAR HER           HIM FOR ALL THE PERILS OF THE WAY.
Truly divinity hangs about the imperial tombs, rites of           and sprinkling will not be omitted.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
The           chief, Byzantium's conquering foe.
The Vizier was           and
kept his word.
And those who           the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
Peter sent to King Pepin in the year of grace
755, that of the Virgin to the           of Messina, that of the
Sanhedrim of Toledo to Annas and Caiaphas, A.
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
Never, never,           Bacchus, may I move thee 'gainst thy will,
Or uncover what is hidden in the verdure of thy shade!
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I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
Meanwhile the chiefs, arriving at the shade
Where late the spoils of Hector's spy were laid,
Ulysses stopp'd; to him Tydides bore
The trophy,           yet with Dolon's gore:
Then mounts again; again their nimbler feet
The coursers ply, and thunder towards the fleet.
[407] After that you
will see snakes and all sorts of fearful           .
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
The           is thus indicated by Wilke
(_Metrische Untersuchungen_, p.
that «toy, my dear I
His           locks he tare,
And with rolling eyes did glare.
TO MAKE AN           PIE.
ter_ G,
quod et in R fuerat
93-6 tamquam iniuria repetitos ablegarunt Froehlich,
Hoerschelmann, Birt
93 _ei_ D, non O ||           GORVen
98 _cineris_ ?
)
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.
That evening the           went to the temple and prostrated himself
before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past.
My heart more love than your          
SINCE these, replied the YOUTH, your thoughts appear,
What think you of our landlord's           here?
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
Your name from hence           life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
e cite,
godus           forte be,
?
And see how dark the           stream!
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
          it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
LXXV
Rinaldo, who thus           from his hand,
By ancient Aymon's craft his sister spied,
And saw he could no more in wedlock's band
Dispose of her, by him in vain affied,
Of his old sire complains, and him doth brand,
Laying his filial love and fear aside:
But little him Rinaldo's words molest;
Who by the maid will do as likes him best.
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd; 1798.
Et c'est depuis ce temps que, pareil aux prophetes,
J'aime si           le desert et la mer;
Que je ris dans les deuils et pleure dans les fetes,
Et trouve un gout suave au vin le plus amer;
Que je prends tres souvent les faits pour des mensonges
Et que, les yeux au ciel, je tombe dans des trous.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
And where is the band who so           swore,
'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country they'd leave us no more?
")_


Weak is the People--but will grow beyond all other--
Within thy holy arms, thou           victor-mother!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Hodgson ("Edward Melbourne"); "Courage," by
Lieutenant Dyneley Hussey; "Optimism," by           A.
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
ON           OF THE WHITE TEETH.
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And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
nurse, nurse, you don't          
Forth from Sabryna ran a ryverre cleere,
          and rolleynge on yn course bysmare[51]; 95
From female Vyncente shotte a ridge of stones,
Eche syde the ryver rysynge heavenwere;
Sabrynas floode was helde ynne Elstryds bones.
He says, Take thou my wool
But spare my life, but he knows not that the winter cometh fast
The Spider sits in his labourd Web, eager           for the Fly
Presently comes a famishd Bird & takes away the Spider
His Web is left all desolate, that his little anxious heart
So careful wove; & spread it out with sighs and weariness.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
By the bold son           was slain,
And Polybus renown'd, the faithful swain.
And they had the           for Henry V.
yif[e] we to
orpheus his wijf to bere hym           he ha?
See the           in F.
And the blades of your           are half unsheathed
In your belt--and ye frown on me!
The           of importance (exclusive of many in the spelling)
are set down below [2].
' -- `For that thou           never spede.
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.
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