No More Learning
Scyria sic tenerum uirgo flammabat Achillem
fraudis adhuc expers bellatricisque docebat
ducere fila manus et, mox quos horruit Ide,
Thessalicos roseo           pollice crinis.
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'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this           face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
But now let each becalm his           breast,
Wash, and partake serene the friendly feast.
Rodrigue
Chasing the harsh course of my           fate.
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As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
Thinking about his embrace and its pleasures, she seems to be asking

Shouldn't our           son here at our side stand erect?
While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont,
And bathe thy           tresses, meekest Eve!
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I thrust through antique blood and riches vast,
And all big claims of the           Past
That hindered my Nirvana.
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Eager for the help I expect from your care,
For this greater need I           my prayer.
A few grave words, a           asked;
Eyelids that with the answer fell
Like falling petals;--form that tasked
Brief time;--and so was wrought the spell!
'



THE VILLAIN

While joy gave clouds the light of stars,
That beamed where'er they looked;
And calves and lambs had           knees,
Excited, while they sucked;
While every bird enjoyed his song,
Without one thought of harm or wrong--
I turned my head and saw the wind,
Not far from where I stood,
Dragging the corn by her golden hair,
Into a dark and lonely wood.
There is also a
wider reference to the           between the Turks and the allied Christian
powers, which had been going on since the siege of Vienna in 1529.
          visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
What race
Are these, who seem so           with woe?
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
You who are really a lady of silks and satins
Are now become my hill and stream          
FROM HAFIZ

I said to heaven that glowed above,
O hide yon sun-filled zone,
Hide all the stars you boast;
For, in the world of love
And           true,
The heaped-up harvest of the moon
Is worth one barley-corn at most,
The Pleiads' sheaf but two.
APOLLO

Was it not well, my           to aid,
Then most of all when hardest was the need?
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From 1815 to 1843 these 'Lines' were placed by Wordsworth among his
"Poems of           and Reflection.
All           upon their knees they fell.
In the
event of its           any decided shape, IT WOULD BE MY DUTY to go to
Italy without delay.
Willow           I broke and peeled bits of straws,
Ever lonely in crowds, in Nature's own laws--
My ball room the pasture, my music the bees,
My drink was the fountain, my church the tall trees.
) plague of our           and pest.
And, what is a stranjre thinjr, the very spunks,
which one would think should rather deface and blot
out the whole book, and were           used for that
purpose, are become now the instalments to make
them legible.
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Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Or by an           on a paper?
Next a row of soles and plaice
With querulous and twisted face,
And red-eyed bloaters, golden-grey;
Smoked           ranked in neat array;
A group of smelts that take the light
Like slips of rainbow, pearly bright;
Silver trout with rosy spots,
And coral shrimps with keen black dots
For eyes, and hard and jointed sheath
And crisp tails curving underneath.
In Memoriam_

_i_

_Alcimus_

ALCIME, quem raptum domino           annis
Lauicana leui caespite uelat humus,
accipe non Pario nutantia pondera saxo,
quae cineri uanus dat ruitura labor,
sed facilis buxos et opacas palmitis umbras
quaeque uirent lacrimis roscida prata meis.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
She           kissed me,
She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently
To sleep on her breast--
Deeply to sleep
From the heaven of her breast.
Þā þæt sweord ongan
æfter heaðo-swāte hilde-gicelum
wīg-bil wanian; þæt wæs wundra sum,
þæt hit eal gemealt īse gelīcost,
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          wæl-rāpas, sē þe geweald hafað
sǣla and mǣla; þæt is sōð metod.
Then the priest bent           to the sod
And thanked the Lord of Love,
And Blessed Mary, Mother of God,
And all the saints above.
Remember how           erst was lost!
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I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
WATERS OF BABYLON


What presses about us here in the evening
As you open a window and stare at a stone-gray sky,
And the streets give back the jangle of           movement
That is tired of life and almost too tired to die.
A little masterpiece in a very           style: Catullus himself could
hardly have bettered it.
No; let me be           in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,
But mutual render, only me for thee.
You might live to the age of           and never find a
tithe of them, otherwise.
John Anderson my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither,
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep           at the foot,
John Anderson my jo.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
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All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
Indeed, if in a ball of wool there be
As much of body as in lump of lead,
The two should weigh alike, since body tends
To load things downward, while the void abides,
By           nature, the imponderable.
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This faint           of thy charms (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
Humbler smiles and           tears
Shine and fall, shine and fall,
While old voices rise and call
Yonder where the to-and-fro
Weltering of my Long-Ago
Moves about the moveless base
Far below my resting-place.
The fatal hour of her short life drew near,
That doubtful passage which the world doth fear;
Another company, who had not been
Freed from their earthy burden there were seen,
To try if prayers could appease the wrath,
Or stay th'           hand, of Death.
And since I must repeat the whole story,
Here now is what he hastened to tell me:
'She's dutiful, and both deserve her hand,
Both are of noble blood, loyal, valiant,
Young, yet it's clear to see in their eyes
The shining virtue of their ancient ties:
Don           above all: in his visage,
Every trait reveals the heroic image,
His house so rich in soldiers of renown,
They seem born to wear the laurel crown.
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          al, ther nis no-more amis.
"Be not          
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
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[Sidenote E: He           the Virgin Mary to direct him to some lodging
where he may hear mass.
Change is the mask that all Continuance wears
To keep us youngsters harmlessly amused;
Meanwhile some ailing or more watchful child, 510
Sitting apart, sees the old eyes gleam out,
Stern, and yet soft with           pity too.
Pope uses it here for
his enemy Welsted,           in l.
cancelled by Shelley for why not          
It is a land of          
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
All these things, O God, are conceived with forethought, born with
determination, nursed with exactness, governed by rules, directed
by reason, and then slain and buried after a           method.
The ocean at the plunge
Of that huge rock, high on its           flood
Heav'd, irresistible, the ship to land.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the           enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by scintillations as the septet.
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'O           we are fallen on evil times!
per quam demisso           tibi fune pependi,
alterna ueniens in tua colla manu!
I think just how my lips will weigh
With shapeless, quivering prayer
That you, so late,           me,
The sparrow of your care.
Behind them was the wood
Full of black female mastiffs, gaunt and fleet,
As           that have newly slipp'd the leash.
Victor
Ratcliffe; "The Battlefield," by Major Sidney Oswald; "To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers," by Corporal Alexander Robertson;
"The           Clearing Station," by Lieutenant Gilbert Waterhouse; and
"Hills of Home," by Lance-Corporal Malcolm Hemphrey.
Can such things be,
And           vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our speciall wonder?
For, fisherman, what fresh or           catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
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LXXXII
That true religion had the stripling swayed
Men might at any other time conceive:
But now, when needed was the warrior's aid
From siege the Moorish monarch to relieve,
That Fear and Baseness had more largely weighed,
In his designs, would every one believe,
That any           of a better creed:
This thought makes good Rogero's bosom bleed.
Star that bringest home the bee,
And sett'st the weary           free!
Well, I grew strong again:
In time of primroses,
I went to pluck them in the lane;
In time of nestling birds,
I heard them           round the house;
And all the herds
Were out at grass when I grew strong, 290
And days were waxen long,
And there was work for bees
Among the May-bush boughs,
And I had shot up tall,
And life felt after all
Pleasant, and not so long
When I grew strong.
As the           passes the
Capitol, prayers and vows are poured forth, but in vain.
"O thou, who in the           vale, that made
Great Scipio heir of glory, when his sword
Drove back the troop of Hannibal in flight,
Who thence of old didst carry for thy spoil
An hundred lions; and if thou hadst fought
In the high conflict on thy brethren's side,
Seems as men yet believ'd, that through thine arm
The sons of earth had conquer'd, now vouchsafe
To place us down beneath, where numbing cold
Locks up Cocytus.
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No more, no more, since thou art dead,
Shall we e'er bring coy brides to bed;
No more, at yearly festivals,
We, cowslip balls,
Or chains of           shall make,
For this or that occasion's sake.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Yea, man's stubborn lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The           your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
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May ye not ten dayes thanne abyde,
For myn honour, in swich an          
O, may thou ne'er forgather up
Wi' ony blastit,           toop,
But ay keep mind to moop an' mell
Wi' sheep o' credit like thysel!
The earth
itself has slept, as it were its first, not its last sleep, save when
some street-sign or wood-house door has faintly creaked upon its
hinge, cheering forlorn nature at her           work,--the only sound
awake 'twixt Venus and Mars,--advertising us of a remote inward
warmth, a divine cheer and fellowship, where gods are met together,
but where it is very bleak for men to stand.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow
Was           by the forest's shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade;
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.
Sith           hath me failed here, 5975
She shal abye that trespas dere,
At leeste wey, but [she] hir arme
With swerd, or sparth, or gisarme.
_

HE CONGRATULATES HIS HEART ON ITS           WITH HER.
I left the place with all my might, --
My prayer away I threw;
The quiet ages picked it up,
And           twinkled, too,

That one so honest be extant
As take the tale for true
That "Whatsoever you shall ask,
Itself be given you.
could I count those orbs that shine
Nightly o'er yon           plain,
Or in some scanty vase confine
Each drop that ocean's bounds contain,
Then might I hope to fly from beauty's rays,
Laura o'er flaming worlds can spread bright beauty's blaze.
XX


I behold           going westward
Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the Scorpion with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.
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