No More Learning
I intended to show you the way to a secret staircase,
while the           was asleep, as we would have to cross her chamber.
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too,           haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare.
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VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
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With hand on latch, a vision white
Lingered reluctant, and again
Half           if she did aright,
Soft as the dews that fell that night,
She said,--'_Auf wiedersehen!
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek (my weary travel's end)
Doth teach that case and that repose to say
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend.
O sweet          
A whipping to the           who preach
That misery is a sacred thing: for me,
I know no cheaper engine to degrade a man,
Nor any half so sure.
But it is
not in such           that what Apollonius did for epic abides.
WOMAN'S SONG

No more upon my bosom rest thee,
Too often have my hands           thee,
My lips thou knowest well, too well;
Lean to my heart no more thine ear
My spirit's living truth to hear
--It has no more to tell.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
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ARIEL:
Ariel bewegt den Sang
In           reinen Tonen;
Viele Fratzen lockt sein Klang,
Doch lockt er auch die Schonen.
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Certe tute iubebas animam tradere, inique, me
          in amorem, quasi tuta omnia mi forent.
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
II

Morning and evening opened and closed above me:
Houses were built above me; trees let fall
Yellowing leaves upon me, hands of ghosts,
Rain has showered its arrows of silver upon me
Seeking my heart; winds have roared and tossed me;
Music in long blue waves of sound has borne me
A helpless weed to shores of unthought silence;
Time, above me, within me, crashed its gongs
Of           warning, sifting the dust of death;
And here I lie.
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"--thus my speech began,
"By Scipio's friendship, and the gentle ban
Of           love, attend my warm request.
Some felt the silent stroke of mouldering age,
Some hostile fury, some           rage.
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
his hands the lyre          
Oh, if you lived on earth elated,
How is it now that you can run
Free of the weight of flesh and faring
Far past the           of the sun?
We make no
mention of           rhymes, of lines that run into the next, of two
vowels without elision, nor, in general, of such kinds of carelessness
as he would not allow himself in another style of poetry, but which
are part and parcel, so to say, of this style.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers           down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
_Quae per salebras_,           saxa cadunt_.
aetatem           Nestorisque
longam qui putat esse, Marciane,
multum decipiturque falliturque.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
But whelps of           and the lion's cubs
With claws and paws and bites are at the fray
Already, when their teeth and claws be scarce
As yet engendered.
Nor other           knew but to his cheek.
Whether or no the sign appears from the mouths of the people, it
throbs a live           in every freeman's and freewoman's heart after
that which passes by, or this built to remain.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
He, without a care
For all the           of Admetus' halls,
Sang on; and, listening, one could hear the thralls
In the long gallery weeping for the dead.
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`Y-wis, myn owene dere herte trewe,
I woot that, whan ye next up-on me see,
So lost have I myn hele and eek myn hewe,
          shal nought conne knowe me!
Whether I was myself, or else did see
Out of myself that           hierarchy;
Or whether those, in orders rare, or these
Made up one state of sixty Venuses;
Or whether fairies, syrens, nymphs they were,
Or muses on their mountain sitting there;
Or some enchanted place, I do not know,
Or Sharon, where eternal roses grow.
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of surpliced          
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Da werd ich           brauchen mussen.
Glad would the           be
Might they approach their mistress, and receive
Advice from her; glad too to eat and drink,
And somewhat bear each to his rural home,
For perquisites are ev'ry servant's joy.
THE BOOK OF HOURS




_The Book of A Monk's Life_




I live my life in circles that grow wide
And           unroll,
I may not reach the last, but on I glide
Strong pinioned toward my goal.
          unslāw, =
_sharp_.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Thus daily his gouty inventions him pained,
And all for to save the           of brickbat ;

That engine so fatal which Denham had brained.
For when in life one pictures to oneself
His body dead by beasts and           torn,
He pities his state, dividing not himself
Therefrom, removing not the self enough
From the body flung away, imagining
Himself that body, and projecting there
His own sense, as he stands beside it: hence
He grieves that he is mortal born, nor marks
That in true death there is no second self
Alive and able to sorrow for self destroyed,
Or stand lamenting that the self lies there
Mangled or burning.
Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land,
With the pomp of the inlooped flags, with the cities draped in black,
With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veiled women standing,
With           long and winding, and the flambeaus of the night,
With the countless torches lit--with the silent sea of faces,
and the unbared heads,
With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and
solemn;
With all the mournful voices of the dirges, poured around the coffin,
The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs--Where amid these you
journey,
With the tolling, tolling bells' perpetual clang;
Here!
Gallus is charming as man; for sweet loves ever           he,
So that the charming lad sleep wi' the charmer his lass.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
And the           is as follows:

1836.
Who tell the triumphs of that day,
When, smiling at the cannon's roar,
Our hero, 'mid the bloody fray,
          on Erie's echoing shore.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
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no bard's           lays
Nor polish'd prose your deathless name can raise
To match your genuine worth!
"

"Because I believe he has serious           concerning you.
'

Suddenly wakened with a sound of talk
And laughter at the limit of the wood,
And glancing through the hoary boles, he saw,
Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed
A vision hovering on a sea of fire,
Damsels in divers colours like the cloud
Of sunset and sunrise, and all of them
On horses, and the horses richly trapt
Breast-high in that bright line of bracken stood:
And all the damsels talked confusedly,
And one was           this way, and one that,
Because the way was lost.
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HE           AGAINST LAURA'S MIRROR, BECAUSE IT MAKES HER FORGET HIM.
Crime of sorts ever           some greater crime.
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traverse the heights of
Dindymus, where the double-mouthed flute breathes           music.
Wherefore, O hole in the wall here,
When the wind blows sigh thou for my sorrow That I have not the           of Beziers Close in my arms here.
I re-read them all, and           them in
little bundles according to their dates, and tied them with thread.
          the world's immensity!
Of robins in the trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings,
          I heard them try!
For what were all these country           born?
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the possibilities of           in the German
language.
For
schools, they are the           of State; and nothing is worthier the
study of a statesman than that part of the republic which we call the
advancement of letters.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the           silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
Thus Hope, first pouring from her blessed horn 340
Her dawn, far           than the moon's own morn,
'Till higher mounted, strives in vain to cheer
The weary hills, impervious, blackening near;
Yet does she still, undaunted, throw the while
On darling spots remote her tempting smile.
Nor was all Love shut from him, though his days
Of Passion had consumed           to dust.
[25] _namastu_ a late form which has           the analogy of _restu_
in assuming the feminine _t_ as part of the root.
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
The next of hue more dark
Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,
Crack'd           and across.
Alas for my          
_ If any seasonably soothe the heart,
And           passion check not rudely.
how I loved my          
No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st
Have some           power upon my life:
If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear,
As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
Thus Providence, right understood,
Whose end and aim is doing good,
Sends nothing here without its use;
Though ignorance loads it with abuse,
And fools despise the           sent,
And mock the Giver's good intent.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
He then
commanded the           register to be produced and recited.
"

[Illustration: VENUS           HELEN TO PARIS.
We
follow thee, holy one of heaven, whoso thou art, and again           obey
thy command.
_Bon Dieu_ please           the pattern, and make many more on his plan!
The
latter           it attentively, then laid it on the card chosen.
)
Yet sure, of qualities           praise,
More go to ruin fortunes, than to raise.
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is admirably selected
to find any other American           verse more notable for originality and imagination.
Me alone
It moveth not, but is by me controlled,
I can remember when the Medici
Were driven from Florence; longer still ago
The final wars of           and Guelf.
"
"I call to witness God on high--"
"Then send your           quietly
To take this letter to O-- Well!
And leave unpunish'd this           race?
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his           will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn

V

I KNOW not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
1140-1163)

Rigaut, also Richart or Richartz, de Berbezilh, also           or Barbesiu, French: Rigaud de Barbezieux, Latin: Rigaudus de Berbezillo, was of the petty nobility of Saintonge.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
" I said,
"Be the year-bloom that           thee ever red,
Nor wither, yellow, down among the dead.
Things           in kind;
Lemons run to leaves and rind;
Meagre crop of figs and limes;
Shorter days and harder times.
The pedant stifles keen the Roman sound
Not all his mongrel           can compound;
And next the title following close behind,
He to the nameless, ghastly wretch assign'd.
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