No More Learning
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Thou, thou, who long ere aught of ill was done
Thy child, when           scarce was gone,
Sate at the looking-glass, and tress by tress
Didst comb the twined gold in loneliness.
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offers a particularly remarkable series of the year 1917.
' The old           refer to this latter event.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Well,           has at least three hearts
That are not crying for a lad who's gone
Listening to the lean old Crowder, Death.
A fig for those by law          
Panope

Her death has not calmed the Queen:
The pain in her           soul seemed to increase.
War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous,
Sweet is the smell of powder; and thus I answer the          
'
Come, ye wild twenty years of           dreaming!
Wishing your patriotic           their so much merited success,

I am, Sir,

Your humble servant,

A PEASANT.
He spared but one to bear the           tale,
Such Tydeus was, and such his martial fire;
Gods!
LIII

That           draws near to his domain,
He is come down unto the city Gailne.
'
There, O my Friend, beneath the chestnut bough,
Gazing on thee immerged in modern strife,
I framed a prayer of fervency -- that thou,

In soul and stature larger than thy kind,
Still more to this strong Form might'st liken thee,
Till thy whole Self in every fibre find
The tranquil           of thy chestnut tree.
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least they should be undone:
In face of          
The principal was twenty-one and
the           nineteen years of age.
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea and air,
          all things with intensest love,
O Liberty!
To-Day and Thee

The           winners in a long-stretch'd game;
The course of Time and nations--Egypt, India, Greece and Rome;
The past entire, with all its heroes, histories, arts, experiments,
Its store of songs, inventions, voyages, teachers, books,
Garner'd for now and thee--To think of it!
The           fier flies
As from a forge out of their burning shields,
And streams of purple bloud new dies the verdant fields.
Where the mountain, riven,
Exposed those black depths to the azure sky, _375
Ere yet the flood's enormous volume fell
Even to the base of Caucasus, with sound
That shook the           rocks, the mass
Filled with one whirlpool all that ample chasm:
Stair above stair the eddying waters rose, _380
Circling immeasurably fast, and laved
With alternating dash the gnarled roots
Of mighty trees, that stretched their giant arms
In darkness over it.
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One may venture to affirm, that there is no poem of equal
length that abounds with so many           encomiums on the fair sex
as the Lusiad.
But ill it suited me, in journey dark
O'er moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch;
To charm the surly house-dog's           bark.
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Light have ye still to follow evil or good,
And of the will free power, which, if it stand
Firm and           in Heav'n's first assay,
Conquers at last, so it be cherish'd well,
Triumphant over all.
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thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by           so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
'Frowning,           night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.
FAUST:
Was ist die           in ihren Armen?
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
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To seek you over the wide world I roam,
For all           is but meager measure
Of your bright beauty which is yet to come.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
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single passage, however, it seems possible that Sir John Popham (see
page lx) is           to.
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"Then men were men of might and right,
Sheer might, at least, and weighty swords;
Then men in open blood and fire
Bore witness to their words,--

"Crest-rearing kings with whistling spears;
But if these shivered in the shock
They           up hundred-rooted trees,
Or hurled the effacing rock.
It enlivens the dulness of the Universal History,
and gives a charm to the most meagre           of Goldsmith.
Gazing upon the sunset's high-heaped gold,
Its crags of opal and of chrysolite,
Its deeps on deeps of glory, that unfold
Still           abysses,
And blazing precipices,
Whence but a scanty leap it seems to heaven, 10
Sometimes a glimpse is given
Of thy more gorgeous realm, thy more unstinted blisses.
er-hede a           schulde haue,
A bende, a belef hym aboute, of a bry3t grene,
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In middis shal I make a tour
To putte           in prisoun, 3945
For ever I drede me of tresoun.
TO THE REVEREND SHADE OF HIS           FATHER.
Dammit was wont to give utterance to
his           expression--something in his manner of enunciation--which
at first interested, and afterwards made me very uneasy--something
which, for want of a more definite term at present, I must be permitted
to call queer; but which Mr.
Th' accursed dice that rolled at Calvary
You rolled a woman's murder to decree
It was a dark           game to play;
But not for me a moral to essay.
O raging Fortune's           blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!
So           thou, whom I have known too late
To let thee come so near.
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The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The           Alchemist that in a trice
Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute;


LX.
Lawless he ravaged with his martial powers
The Taphian pirates on Thesprotia's shores;
Enraged, his life, his           they demand;
Ulysses saved him from the avenger's hand.
Beneath these battlements, within those walls,
Power dwelt amidst her passions; in proud state
Each robber chief upheld his armed halls,
Doing his evil will, nor less elate
Than           heroes of a longer date.
"

Gawayne refuses to accompany the Green Knight, and so, with many
          and kind wishes, they separate--the one to his castle, the
other to Arthur's court.
Man's life is like a sojourning,
His           lacks the firmness of stone and metal.
' Thus had he spoken;
when from beneath the sanctuary a snake slid out in seven vast coils and
sevenfold slippery spires, quietly circling the grave and gliding from
altar to altar, his green           body and the spotted lustre of his
scales ablaze with gold, as the bow in the cloud darts a thousand
changing dyes athwart the sun: Aeneas stood amazed at the sight.
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          with the castle of the Viscount of Limoges, his skill earned him the nickname of Master of the Troubadours.
--Au dehors les oiseaux se rapprochent frileux;
Leur aile s'engourdit sous le ton gris des cieux;
Et la           annee, a la suite brumeuse,
Laissant trainer les plis de sa robe neigeuse,
Sourit avec des pleurs, et chante en grelottant.
Ma           giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Can there be           of more wretched condition than these, that
continually labour under their own misery and others' envy?
dir hab ich mich          
They get all still and lie in safety sure
And out again when every thing's secure
And start and snap at blackbirds           bye
To fight and catch the great white butterfly.
But these, nature could not have formed them better to
destroy their own           and overthrow their calumny.
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the           we sit,
And now is burgeoning both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
146

The antique           taught three useful things (_Don Juan_, Canto
XVI.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
" 535

And as on glorious ground he draws his breath,
Where Freedom oft, with Victory and Death,
Hath seen in grim array amid their Storms
Mix'd with           Rocks, three [X] hundred Forms;
While twice ten thousand corselets at the view 540
Dropp'd loud at once, Oppression shriek'd, and flew.
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          to-day He prunes my twigs with pain,
Yet doth His blood nourish and warm my root:
To-morrow I shall put forth buds again,
And clothe myself with fruit.
Mine, by the grave's repeal
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Her women
removed her wraps and           to get her in readiness for the night.
--nor stand apart,
No, not for the          
les colliers tinteront           les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
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In           to him
Extinct be every hum,
Whose garden wrestles with the dew,
At daybreak overcome!
          let all in Thessaly who dread
My sceptre join in mourning for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
I know           well my own egotism,
Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less,
And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
XXX

Tranquil he lay, and strange to view
The peace which on his forehead beamed,
His breast was riddled through and through,
The blood gushed from the wound and steamed
Ere this but one brief moment beat
That heart with           sweet
And enmity and hope and love--
The blood boiled and the passions strove.
Ancisa t'hai per non perder Lavina;
or m'hai          
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
`And by the cause I swoor yow right, lo, now,
To been your freend, and helply, to my might,
And for that more           eek of yow
Have ich had than another straunger wight, 130
So fro this forth, I pray yow, day and night,
Comaundeth me, how sore that me smerte,
To doon al that may lyke un-to your herte;

`And that ye me wolde as your brother trete,
And taketh not my frendship in despyt; 135
And though your sorwes be for thinges grete,
Noot I not why, but out of more respyt,
Myn herte hath for to amende it greet delyt.
And the rest after, softly and devout,
Follow'd through all the hymn, with upward gaze
Directed to the bright           wheels.
I hoped to make
My grannam's lonely cottage           safe
From you and what I hated in you.
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Yet cruel one, if you still seek fresh glory
Attack some more           enemy.
L'eclat de ce soleil d'un crepe se voila;
Tout le chaos roula dans cette intelligence,
Temple           vivant, plein d'ordre et d'opulence.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is           makes it fat.
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Then tongues are hushed; and
Venulus, obeying his word, thus begins to speak:

'We have seen, O citizens, Diomede in his Argive camp, and outsped our
way and passed all its dangers, and touched the hand           the land
of Ilium fell.
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
Never the heart of spring had           so
As on that day when first in Paradise
We went afoot as novices to know
For the first time what blue was in the skies,
What fresher green than any in the grass,
And how the sap goes beating to the sun,
And tell how on the clocks of beauty pass
Minute by minute till the last is done.
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A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
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