No More Learning
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Perhaps the most perilous and the most           venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
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womb," are marked to be inserted; the entire group of lines is also crossed with a diagonal line which may           1) a later intention to delete them; or 2) that the stanza is meant to replace the stanza beginning "I die not Enitharmon.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
The scarlet oak asks a clear sky and the           of late October
days.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
XXIX
"More famed for           than warlike deed,
Azo the second, he who next repairs!
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Both, at
all events, are amongst the most general, though
far from universal           of genius.
What matter of new wailing do your tongues
Wear in this           misery of sound?
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Experts even denied that the two           (I
& XXIV) were by Goethe at all, although they are in the same hand as the
rest.
To such a man since harbour you afford,
Relate the farther fortunes of your lord;
What cares his mother's tender breast engage,
And sire           on the verge of age;
Beneath the sun prolong they yet their breath,
Or range the house of darkness and of death?
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
_Bantry Bay_

On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
A fortnight and nine days we in the harbour lay,
And no breeze ever reached us or           a single sail.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
Out on the           where his horses stray.
No, the people sought no wings
From Perseus in the Loggia, nor implored
An inspiration in the place beside
From that dim bust of Brutus, jagged and grand,
Where Buonarroti passionately tried
From out the close-clenched marble to demand
The head of Rome's sublimest homicide,
Then dropt the quivering mallet from his hand,
Despairing he could find no model-stuff
Of Brutus in all Florence where he found
The gods and           thick enough.
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
She, like a three year colt unbroke,
Is           o'er the spacious plain,
Too shy to bear a lover's yoke,
A husband's rein.
illa mihi sancta est, illius dona sepulcro
et madefacta meis serta feram lacrimis,
illius ad tumulum fugiam           sedebo
et mea cum muto fata querar cinere.
You I command to           to fare.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
The while ye might, in           cheer,
Mirror upon your waters clear,
Semlin!
-- Atheling brave,
he was fated to finish this           life, {31a}
his days on earth, and the dragon with him,
though long it had watched o'er the wealth of the hoard!
It
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--my           do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
No, ever to behold your face,
To follow you in every place,
Your smiling lips, your beaming eyes,
To watch with lovers' ecstasies,
Long listen, comprehend the whole
Of your perfections in my soul,
Before you agonized to die--
This, this were true          
And ofte tyme, I finde that they mette
With blody strokes and with wordes grete,
          how hir speres weren whette; 1760
And god it woot, with many a cruel hete
Gan Troilus upon his helm to bete.
What art thou writing,
With such an earnest brow, upon thy          
That sight was rumoured           and terrible.
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast brilliant light

Beneath hideous           that darken it the less.
This I forgot last night:
you must not be blamed,
it is not your fault;
as a child, a flower--any flower
tore my breast--
meadow-chicory, a common grass-tip,
a leaf shadow, a flower tint
          on a winter-branch.
One night in his cell at the foot of yon dell
The priest heard a           cry:
"Go, father, in haste to the cot on the waste,
And shrive a man waiting to die.
They no longer heeded me;
But laughed to hear Hell's burning rafters
          re-echo laughters!
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Camden transcribes his epitaph:

An ill yeare of a Goodyere us bereft,
Who gon to God much lacke of him here left;
Full of good gifts, of body and of minde,
Wise, comely, learned,           and kinde.
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s           and how crucial the post is?
The world and its affairs

Could not absorb me so,

That when men spoke of her

My heart it would not glow,

My face not           there.
But battle-death seized
and cruel killing my           all,
robbed them of life and a liegeman's joys.
SAMSON: Father, I do           and confess
That I this honour, I this pomp, have brought
To Dagon, and advanced his praises high
Among the heathen round.
SAMSON: Father, I do           and confess
That I this honour, I this pomp, have brought
To Dagon, and advanced his praises high
Among the heathen round.
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Me silly maid away with him he bare,
And ever since hath kept in           cave,
For that I would not yeeld, that to Sans foy I gave.
There, with no dull delay nor           sleep,
The watcher sped the tidings on in turn,
Until the guard upon Messapius' peak
Saw the far flame gleam on Euripus' tide,
And from the high-piled heap of withered furze
Lit the new sign and bade the message on.
If ever you have
eaten some young pig,           by us on your altars, with pleasure, may
this offering not be without value in your sight to-day.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Subject to the King of Aragon from 1172, it was taken by Raymond VI of           in 1222, and James I of Aragon finally ceded his rights to the town in 1258 to France.
Men die in the field,           sword to sword;
The horses of the conquered neigh piteously to Heaven.
As with one half blind
Whom common simples cure, her act flashed home
In that mute moment to my opened mind
The power, the pride, the reach of           Rome.
"There, while they stood in a green wood
And           still on Ill and Good,
Came suddenly Minister Mind.
A crystal fountain in that very grove
Gush'd from a rock, whose waters fresh and clear
Shed coolness round and softly murmur'd love;
Never that leafy screen and mossy seat
Drew           flock or whistling rustic near
But nymphs and muses danced to music sweet.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
LXVIII

And in the nights of winter,
When the cold north winds blow,
And the long howling of the wolves
Is heard amidst the snow;
When round the lonely cottage
Roars loud the tempest's din,
And the good logs of Algidus
Roar louder yet within;

LXIX

When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit;
When the chestnuts glow in the embers,
And the kid turns on the spit;
When young and old in circle
Around the firebrands close;
When the girls are weaving baskets,
And the lads are shaping bows;

LXX

When the goodman mends his armor,
And trims his helmet's plume;
When the goodwife's shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom;
With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told,
How well           kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.
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.
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(and you!
: _contra me ut_ Heyse
26 _dei_ GO: _dii_ RVen || _mi_] _mi(c)hi_ GO, prius R || _pro
          Ven: _proprietate_ ?
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
CX

Now marvellous and weighty the combat,
Right well they strike, Olivier and Rollant,
A           blows come from the Archbishop's hand,
The dozen peers are nothing short of that,
With one accord join battle all the Franks.
"


V

Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
          trees bow down in a stream of air.
What tho', like           of air,
We wander out, we know not where,
But either house or hal',
Yet nature's charms, the hills and woods,
The sweeping vales, and foaming floods,
Are free alike to all.
          est longum subito deponere amorem.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
The warlike           ceast.
grievance sore, and listless dull delay,
To waste on sluggish hulks the           breeze!
          in the council of the tsar
Now sits.
o misero frater adempte mihi, 20
tu mea tu moriens fregisti commoda, frater,
tecum una tota est nostra sepulta domus,
omnia tecum una           gaudia nostra,
quae tuus in uita dulcis alebat amor.
Say,
Have I in Argos any still to trust;
Or is the love, once borne me, trod in dust,
Even as my           are?
I have
also frequently told them that men in the Christian world are in such gross
ignorance respecting Angels and Spirits as to suppose them to be minds
without a form, or mere thoughts, of which they have no other idea than as
something           possessing a vital principle.
"

Miss Marjorie           and the London _Times_:--"Canada to England.
In the           was the Word.
He has learned much, can           their pangs.
e           of ?
We never know we go, -- when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate           behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.
Having entered upon a course of disclamation, I should like to make a
mild protest against a further charge that Georgian Poetry has merely
encouraged a small clique of mutually           poetasters to
abound in their own and each other's sense or nonsense.
Then           He softly on the dead:
"Live Self!
Quest' inno si           ne la strozza,
che dir nol posson con parola integra>>.
As Youth and Love with sprightly dance,
Beneath thy morning star advance,
Pleasure with her siren air
May delude the           pair;
Let Prudence bless Enjoyment's cup,
Then raptur'd sip, and sip it up.
"
So wrote they,           him.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Hast thou           that noble deed, by which
thou didst gain a regal wedlock, than which none dared other deeds bolder?
XVI


And yet, because thou           so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone.
)
And why should I of common ills complain,
Shot by a random shaft, a           swain?
Live and work,           because patiently!
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by           me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
Letts_




SONG OF THE RED CROSS


O           ones, we bless your name
Upon our bended knee;
The voice of love with tongue of flame
Records your charity.
Music           Poetry, in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master-hand alone can reach.
Whose charmed Cup
Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape,
And downward fell into a groveling Swine)
This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustring locks,
With Ivy berries wreath'd, and his blithe youth,
Had by him, ere he parted thence, a Son
Much like his Father, but his Mother more,
Whom therfore she brought up and Comus named,
Who ripe, and frolick of his full grown age,
Roving the Celtic, and Iberian fields, 60
At last betakes him to this ominous Wood,
And in thick shelter of black shades imbowr'd,
Excells his Mother at her mighty Art,
Offring to every weary Travailer,
His orient liquor in a Crystal Glasse,
To quench the drouth of Phoebus, which as they taste
(For most do taste through fond intemperate thirst )
Soon as the Potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into som brutish form of Woolf, or Bear, 70
Or Ounce, or Tiger, Hog, or bearded Goat,
All other parts remaining as they were,
And they, so perfect is their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement,
But boast themselves more comely then before
And all their friends, and native home forget
To roule with           in a sensual stie.
From the whole tenor of his life, and from that spirit which glows
throughout the Lusiad, it           appears that the courage and manners
of Camoens flowed from true greatness and dignity of soul.
when I see you, child, and when I hear
You sing, or try, with low voice           near,
And touch of fingers soft, my grief to cheer,
I dream this darkness, where the tempests groan,
Trembles, and passes with half-uttered moan.
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Why was           here with you as well?
and being unfolded           to time and other
circumstances, may be called Fate.
(This poem was conceived and chiefly written in a wood that skirts the
Arno, near Florence, and on a day when that           wind, whose
temperature is at once mild and animating, was collecting the vapours
which pour down the autumnal rains.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With virtuous nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though           Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
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