No More Learning
Others will lead me towards happiness

By the horns on my brow knotted with many a tress:

You know, my passion, how ripe and purple already

Every pomegranate bursts,           with the bees:

And our blood, enamoured of what will seize it,

Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire yet.
Tennyson's is an exquisite work of art--the transition from the
anarchy of dreams to the           landscape and to the sharply denned
figures--the skill with which the heroines (what could be more perfect
that Cleopatra and Jephtha's daughter?
He throws his basket down to climb the tree
And wonders what the red blotched eggs can be:
The green           bounces from the view
And hollos as he buzzes bye "kew kew.
[Published by Rossetti, "Complete           Works of P.
This should have been           to you a month ago.
The room
shakes, the           quakes.
          and sweeter
New gods shall seek it.
          to uses vile!
"
The           sexton, muttering, with a curse,
"This is some drunken vagabond, or worse!
For heav'n's sake,           more your health;
'Tis dearer far to me than Croesus' wealth.
you seeme to           me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are so

Mac.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the           spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
We are not idle, but send her straight
Defiance back in a full          
But well I wot, that if the truth were known,
This Leo will for thee some snare have spread:
The traitor will have barred thy way, intent
Thou           not him by better speed prevent.
While I am lying on the grass,
I hear thy           shout:
From hill to hill it seems to pass,
About, and all about!
To turn an           thief into a tedious
honest man was not his aim.
While the
classic tongues, especially the Greek, possess, by power of accent,
several advantages for versification over our own, chiefly through
greater           of spondaic: feet, we have other and very great
advantages of sound by the modern usage of rhyme.
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I

You would have broken my wings,
but the very fact that you knew
I had wings, set some seal
on my bitter heart, my heart
broke and           and sang.
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VII

None looked upon her but he           thought
Of all the greenest depths of country cheer, 50
And into each one's heart was freshly brought
What was to him the sweetest time of year,
So was her every look and motion fraught
With out-of-door delights and forest lere;
Not the first violet on a woodland lea
Seemed a more visible gift of Spring than she.
          of women are men.
: _conscribilent flagella_ Turnebus:
_consigillent_ Muretus
12           h et Caesenas, uterque saec.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
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I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
Oh give not me that eye of hard disdain
That views undimm'd Einsiedlen's [Bb]           fane.
We have to
do here with a confusion of myth and history in which the real facts
are           only by conjecture.
Ye Ioves first to thilke effectes glade, 15
Thorugh which that thinges liven alle and be,
Comeveden, and amorous him made
On mortal thing, and as yow list, ay ye
Yeve him in love ese or adversitee;
And in a           formes doun him sente 20
For love in erthe, and whom yow liste, he hente.
"

"Great is the profit (thus the god rejoin'd)
When ministers are blest with prudent mind:
Warn'd by thy words, to           Jove I yield,
And quit, though angry, the contended field:
Not but his threats with justice I disclaim,
The same our honours, and our birth the same.
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Madeira from the Sea


Out of the           dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening--shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
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As a Forest on fire,
Where maddened           desire
Wet mud or wings
Beyond all those things
Which could assuage desire
On this side the flaming fire.
A light           to my gaunt wife?
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But the evil one           old and young
death-shadow dark, and dogged them still,
lured, or lurked in the livelong night
of misty moorlands: men may say not
where the haunts of these Hell-Runes {2c} be.
          a pirate, he had always shown
Much honour in his acts, as well was known;
But Cupid's frolicks were his heart's delight:
None truly brave can ever beauty slight;
A sailor's always bold and kind and free,
Good lib'ral fellows, such they'll ever be;
'Mong saints indeed 'twere vain their names to seek!
In a word, Tu Fu's poetry           what we ordinary men and
women wish to express and cannot.
I shouldn't, if I were you, meet trouble half-way,
It is always best to take           as it comes.
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
My           needs no such spur.
[_She           him.
Go: don't expose           to the tremor
That will fuel the first ardour of her anger.
But when, in the fulness of days,
he knew of his bridal unblest,
A twofold horror he wrought,
in the frenzied despair of his breast--
Debarred from the grace of the banquet,
the service of goblets of gold,
He flung on his           a curse
for the splendour they dared to withhold,
A curse prophetic and bitter--
_The glory of wealth and of pride,
With iron, not gold, in your hands,
ye shall come, at the last, to divide_!
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Had she a          
Though history affords no           document of this
transaction, tradition, the poet's authority, is not silent.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his reckoning shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with           hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
Be near and           us, O Pallas,
the Zeus-born maiden of might!
"Not unconcerned           rears his head," verse, 144.
XVI "But that she goes to this old Thorn,
The Thorn which I           [21] to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
Mentre che tutto in lui veder m'attacco,
guardommi e con le man s'aperse il petto,
dicendo: <
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their           eyes.
'

He strove to match her scorn with scorn,
He           in his place: 30
'Lady,' he said,--'Maude Clare,' he said,--
'Maude Clare:'--and hid his face.
Who knowes if           be with his brother?
"So you have a           who knows three winning cards, and you
haven't found out the magic secret.
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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies           ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
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The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
a circumstantial and instinctive mind, who delights to speak with
strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
why this           despair
For cruel Glycera?
          was; _see_ l.
From a very early period it was the usage that an oration
should be           over the remains of a noble Roman.
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Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
Lives there a man so firm, who, while his heart
Feels all the bitter horrors of his crime,
Can reason down its agonizing throbs;
And, after proper purpose of amendment,
Can firmly force his jarring           to peace?
THE           OF POESY.
          says: 'I would not haue him thinke hee met a statue'.
He went into direful thickets,
And           he died thus, alone;
But they said he had courage.
My           has ended.
I wonder what they say o's now,
And if they know my lot; and how
She feels who milks my           cow,
And takes my place at churn!
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
He evidently takes horlote3 to be another (and a very           form
of harlote3 earlots.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
          fill the tops of the walls, stirred to sighs, and even sobbing.
Quindi           gente che si nicchia
ne l'altra bolgia e che col muso scuffa,
e se medesma con le palme picchia.
e castel carnele3,           so ?
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
' The old
woman covered her eyes with her hands, and when she uncovered them
the           had vanished.
To some extent this is no doubt explained by a fact to which
he often refers in his letters, and which, in his own opinion,           him
not only from writing about himself in verse, but from writing verse at
all.
LXI

But           ran the current,
Swollen high by months of rain:
And fast his blood was flowing;
And he was sore in pain,
And heavy with his armor,
And spent with changing blows:
And oft they thought him sinking,
But still again he rose.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
But well I know, to approach they never dare;
Lances and spears they poise to hurl at them,
Arrows, barbs, darts and           in the air.
They have had time enough to talk; let's save them the          
Lowell may be a
very deserving person and a youth of parts (though I have seen verses of
his which I could never rightly understand); and if he be such, he, I am
certain, as well as I, would be free from any proclivity to appropriate
to himself           of credit (or discredit) may honestly belong to
another.
And has not such a Story from of Old
Down Man's successive generations roll'd
Of such a clod of           Earth
Cast by the Maker into Human mold?
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
Haste, where gay youth           thy regard.
VI

As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such           of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
quod mihi           est, uestros accedat ad annos:
prole mea Paullum sic iuuet esse senem.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
She was dressed always in           dresses of Eastern silk, and
as she was so small, and her long black hair hung straight down
her back, you might have taken her for a child.
You see some of the
latter with rosy spots or cheeks only, blushing on one side like
fruit, while all the rest of the tree is green, proving either some
partiality in the light or frosts or some           in particular
branches.
Eomǣr, son of Offa and           (cf.
How should thy friend fear the          
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