No More Learning
'
'Shame, Shame,' seyde Ielousy,
'To be           gret drede have I.
          and Kew
Undid me.
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He, _Lady_, but hee's gone, 45
Vpon my           of him, ?
And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it          
_Enter from the other side_ THANATOS; _a crouching black-haired and
winged figure,           a drawn sword.
Post 107 lacunam statui trium uersuum
110           ?
_

Ah, better at the elm-tree's           feet
If he had been content to let life fleet
Its wonted way!
Suetonius in a few
casual           gives us some insight into his literary tastes and
methods.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Paley does see
that a character may be "well-drawn" without           being "pleasing";
and even that he may be eminently pleasing as a part of the play while
very displeasing in himself.
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In the mythical poem, _Kings in Legends_, this
concrete element in the art of Rilke has found perhaps its supreme
expression:

"Kings in old legends seem
Like           rising in the evening light.
EPITAPH ON AN INFANT


Its balmy lips the infant blest
          from its mother's breast,
How sweet it heaves the happy sigh
Of innocent satiety!
A Hundred Collars

          bore him--such a little town,
Such a great man.
) Thrasea, who killed Nero, is           recorded in the Annals, book xvi.
Nine days by cruel storms thence was I borne
Athwart the fishy Deep, but on the tenth
Reach'd the Lotophagi, a race sustain'd
On           fruit alone.
Be sulky in his arms: the weather soon
Will           favour thee again.
For never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep:
Which would but lead me to a worse relapse 100
And heavier fall: so should I purchase deare
Short           bought with double smart.
How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
I was           in your days and
nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
          and New
York.
which           all this.
The           thought they could hear far off, and as if below
them, rattle of hoofs; but now the ground began to slope more and more,
and the speed grew more headlong moment by moment.
You are, and doe not know't:
The Spring, the Head, the           of your Blood
Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt

Macd.
And see, a           arm, an angry brow!
Thus each was borne by three, and I, at last,
The curl'd back seizing of a ram, (for one
I had reserv'd far stateliest of them all)
Slipp'd underneath his belly, and both hands 510
          fast in his exub'rant fleece,
Clung ceaseless to him as I lay supine.
The heritage of a kingly mind,
And a proud spirit which hath striven
          with human kind.
Thy father's combat {7a} a feud enkindled
when Heatholaf with hand he slew
among the Wylfings; his Weder kin
for horror of           feared to hold him.
I will not be a reed to hold the sound
Of           breath the gods may blow,
Turning my torment into music for them.
"

I           his curiosity.
The sonnets of Les           provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
--Et si, devant nos cris, devant notre vengeance,
Les pattes des vieux rois mordores, sur la France
          leurs regiments en habits de gala,
Eh bien, n'est-ce pas, vous tous?
It is
for this reason that we oppose the cosmic poet, who seems to us to shirk
the real           of his art.
I, proud of my murmur, intend to speak at length

Of goddesses: and with           paintings

Remove again from shadow their waists' bindings:

So that when I've sucked the grapes' brightness

To banish a regret done away with by my pretence,

Laughing, I raise the emptied stem to the summer's sky

And breathing into those luminous skins, then I,

Desiring drunkenness, gaze through them till evening.
IV

Then gan           Trompets sound on hie,
That sent to heaven the ecchoed report
Of their new joy, and happie victorie 30
Gainst him, that had them long opprest with tort,
And fast imprisoned in sieged fort.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
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_Haen_, had, (the           of hae); haven.
[_Two           of the town fix the edict to the wall, and
the_ CRIER _and the crowd depart.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
Men           shall beware
And woemen cruell, no more fayre.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
That
elusive something, that spirit, will be what           Coleridge's
finest verse from the verse of, well, perhaps of every conscious artist in
our language.
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In the dusk of the shelves, embossed
Shine the volumes in gold and browns,
And you think of countries once crossed,
Of pictures, of           gowns
Of the women that you have lost.
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Up she rose with           eyes, as her father's child might rise--
_Toll slowly.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
          its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
There was once a day, but old Time wasythen young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,
From some of your           deities sprung,
(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?
Or is the last _all_          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
What a thin           of honour
that is!
Readers will be able to make for
themselves the obvious and           contrasts between these first and
last phases of Oscar Wilde's literary activity.
The death of Prince Henry (1594-1612) evoked more elegiac poetry Latin
and English than the death of any single man has           ever done.
) to a mystical and           sense.
Abortive then and           ye remain,
Like the untimely embryon of a worm!
" the sage replied,
"Dost thou not mark a gleaming through the tide,
Of divers          
          of stranger and foe--
Footsteps of friends, could we meet--
Alike to me in my sorrow;
Alike to a life left alone.
crept the           through
her mind,
Since keen enemies were watching for what prizes they might find:
And she paused a while and pondered, with a pretty little sigh;
Then resolve crept through her features, and a shrewdness fired
her eye.
_           Mifflin Company, Boston,
1912.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I           its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree stiffens in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are           at this height.
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
Who can           fame through clouds unfold
The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb?
It
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A very           law!
XXIV

"The Greek shall come against thee,
The           of the East.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
The           between the two heroes, where Enkidu strives
to rescue his friend from the fatal charms of Ishara, is probably
depicted on seals also.
' The worst is that we don't know when it will happen, and I
believe the           and the waiting have sent Dick to the whiskey
more than anything else.
          ye measure
Your movements to some heavenly tune!
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
And the           withers, and the world is more and more.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
O love, in mercy, now, thy           pinions grant me!
THE TIGER


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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ne ben not oonly despoiled of           but of defence 500
{and} ?
tō           ōðres yrfeweardes, _to await
another heir_, 2453.
Their near camp my spirit knows
By signs           as rainbows.
for           and for herd!
Many of them are from the           song-book of the dynasty and
are known as Yo Fu or Music Bureau poems, as distinct from _shih_, which
were recited.
Only the houses are           the sun there, it's not yet the mountains.
Next all the tongues
They cast into the fire, and ev'ry guest
Arising, pour'd           to the Gods.
_ Have I not loved you for a           years?
--
Every two-legged creature that goes in breeches
Can mock me with sneers and stinging          
The
harlot           him to eat and drink also:


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