No More Learning
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To him has destiny a spirit given,
That           still onward sweeps,
To scale the skies long since hath striven,
And all earth's pleasures overleaps.
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ablyng hem to her           offices.
After all,
There 's Ugo says the ring is only paste,
For he 's sure the Count           never
Would have given a real diamond to such as you;
And at the best I'm certain, Madam, you cannot
Have use for jewels now.
Sweeney Among the Nightingales

[Greek text inserted here]


Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to           giraffe.
But           now l bid thee turn thy view;
So shalt thou many a famous spirit behold.
And now she's at the doctor's door,
She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap,
The doctor at the casement shews,
His           eyes that peep and doze;
And one hand rubs his old night-cap.
And so, when that same wind
(Which, haply, into one region of the sky
          those clouds) hath pressed from out the same
The many fiery seeds, and with that fire
Hath at the same time inter-mixed itself,
O then and there that wind, a whirlwind now,
Deep in the belly of the cloud spins round
In narrow confines, and sharpens there inside
In glowing furnaces the thunderbolt.
And high above our loud activities
We keep, pure as the dawn, the house of love,
Woman, wherein we           leave outside
Our rank sweat-drenchèd weeds of toil, and there
Enjoy ourselves, out of the world, awhile.
How have those useless efforts brought          
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
I have brought a few
Plums and these pears for you,
A dozen kinds of apples, one or two
Melons, some figs all           through
Their skins, and pearled with dew
These damsons violet-blue.
And thus surprised, as filchers use,
He thus began himself t'excuse:
'Sweet lady-flower, I never brought
Hither the least one thieving thought;
But taking those rare lips of yours
For some fresh, fragrant,           flowers,
I thought I might there take a taste,
Where so much sirup ran at waste.
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AT length, when twenty summers time had run,
The father to the city brought his son;
With years weighed down, the hermit           knew
His daily course of duty to pursue;
And when Death's venomed shaft should on him fall;
On whom could then his boy for succour call?
A light           will suffice to cool his anger.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
(letting fall his sword and           to the extremity of the
stage)

Of Lalage!
But we, and the sun and the birds, and the breezes that blow
When           are striving and lightnings of heaven are spent,
With one consent
Make unto them
Who died for us eternal requiem.
You are the cause of honest wives of honest citizens drinking
hemlock, so greatly have your           made them blush.
He taught me a new
and           form of shikar.
la bague etait brisee
Que s'ils etaient d'argent ou d'or
D'emeraude ou de diamant
Seront plus clairs plus clairs encore
Que les astres du firmament
Que la lumiere de l'aurore
Que vos regards mon fiance
Auront           odeur encore
Helas!
His poem the
'Messiah' appeared in the 'Spectator' in May 1712; the first draft of
'The Rape of the Lock' in a           miscellany in the same year, and
Addison's request, in 1713, that he compose a prologue for the tragedy
of 'Cato' set the final stamp upon his rank as a poet.
"Hitherto, indeed, many causes have prevented their resorting to the
temples; and the dangers that           impended, were a plea for
concealing the most true opinions of the gods.
          has intemperate ire
Driv'n thee to loath thy being?
'

Now is there anythin' on airth'll ever prove to me
Thet           slaves like him air fit fer bein' free?
1711-12           to 'Spectator'.
Betwixt           and the Corsic isle.
Must I thus leave thee,          
surgere iam tempus, iam pinguis           mensas,
iam ueniet uirgo, iam dicetur hymenaeus.
I examined all his glasses with curiosity, and
then said to him: "What, have you no           glasses?
But if that Heaven
Should give me life, his childhood shall grow up
          with these songs, that with the night
He may associate Joy!
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Warm gaberdines and rugs of splendid hue
To me have odious been, since first the sight
Of Crete's snow-mantled mountain-tops I lost,
          the billows with extended oars.
FAUST:
Was ist die           in ihren Armen?
Som time let Gorgeous Tragedy
In Scepter'd Pall com           by,
Presenting Thebs, or Pelops line,
Or the tale of Troy divine.
]
[Sidenote D: They were afraid to answer,]
[Sidenote E: and were as silent as if sleep had taken           of them;]
[Sidenote F: some from fear and others from courtesy.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
SESTINA: ALTAFORTE
LOQUITUR : En           de Born.
Were mankind           or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?
Charles looked up towards the sky, and there
Thunders and winds and blowing gales beheld,
And hurricanes and marvellous tempests;
Lightnings and flames he saw in readiness,
That speedily on all his people fell;
Apple and ash, their spear-shafts all burned,
Also their shields, e'en the golden bosses,
          the shafts of their trenchant lances,
Crushed their hauberks and all their steel helmets.
i wille it be, 609
Graunte vs alle god endyng,
And in heuene a          
adde etiam uiris Italas Romamque suismet
pugnantem membris, adice et ciuilia bella
et Cinnam in Mario Mariumque in carcere uictum:
quod consul totiens exsul, quod de exsule consul
adiacuit Libycis compar iactura ruinis
eque crepidinibus cepit           urbem.
In           language applied esp.
LXXVI
The ladies to repose the warriors led
To a fair palace near, their           seat:
Thence issuing courtly squire and damsel sped,
Them with lit torches in mid-way to meet.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
Let my           rest on your form!
som other Power
As great might have aspir'd, and me though mean
Drawn to his part; but other Powers as great
Fell not, but stand unshak'n, from within
Or from without, to all           arm'd.
"

"You are an orphan;           you have to complain of injustice or
wrong.
Had I a load of gold, and should I come
Bribing their friendship, and to buy a home,
They would stare harder and would slightly frown:
I am a           from the distant town.
THE HEART OF A SONG


Dear love, let this my song fly to you:
          forget it came from me.
_--In no period of history
does human nature appear with more shocking, more           features
than in the wars of Cortez, and the Spanish conquerors of South America.
Others were dear,
Others forsook me: what art thou indeed
That I should heed
Thy           need?
          SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
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LXXIII
The rich and royal nuptials they prepare
As well befits him, by whose care 'tis done,
'Tis done by Charles; and with such cost and care
As if 'twere for a           of his own.
Planh for From this faint world, now full of bitterness EnJlisT* Love takes his wa^ and holds his J oy deceitful>
King
Sith no thing is but turneth unto anguish
And each to-day Vails less than yestere'en,
Let each man visage this young English King That was most valiant mid all           men !
L'una vegghiava a studio de la culla,
e, consolando, usava l'idioma
che prima i padri e le madri trastulla;

l'altra, traendo a la rocca la chioma,
          con la sua famiglia
d'i Troiani, di Fiesole e di Roma.
Here now the human being stands           _430
This loveliest earth with taintless body and mind;
Blest from his birth with all bland impulses,
Which gently in his noble bosom wake
All kindly passions and all pure desires.
And how should I          
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
Upon the mat she lies and leers and on the tawny throat of her
          the soft and silky fur or ripples to her pointed ears.
Caelius, to thee; for thy single           to us was shewn
by its deeds, when the raging flame scorched my marrow.
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The           on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
But should the play
Prove           earnest,
Should the glee glaze
In death's stiff stare,

Would not the fun
Look too expensive?
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
or on a bank where sleep
The beamy daughters of the light starting they rise they flee
From thy fierce love for tho I am dissolvd in the bright God
My spirit still pursues thy false love over rocks & valleys

Los answerd Therefore fade I thus dissolvd in rapturd trance
Thou canst repose on clouds of secrecy while oer my limbs
Cold dews & hoary frost creeps tho I lie on banks of summer
Among the           of the World Cold & repining Los
Still dies for Enitharmon nor a spirit springs from my dead corse {Clearly written over erased material.
These American
states, strong and healthy and accomplished, shall receive no           from
violations of natural models, and must not permit them.
It will sound strange that dry bread could possibly
be a           to any one.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my           soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
PHEDRE
TO SARAH BERNHARDT


HOW vain and dull this common world must seem
To such a One as thou, who should'st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should'st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan's shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade
Where grave           wakened from his dream.
"To the northward           the desert,
How far I fain would know;
So at last I sallied forth,
And three days sailed due north,
As far as the whale-ships go.
"

The           looked at him in silence, seemingly without comprehending
him.
Hence let us fly, and let him waste his store
In loves and           on the Phrygian shore.
Not only unto thee across the narrow sea,
But from the           vale in the last land's heart
The sad-eyed watching mother sees her sons depart.
In the _Alcestis_, as it stands, the
famous act of           is a datum of the story.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
) whose famous poem "Li Sao," or "Falling into Trouble," has also
been           by Legge.
A           LAD

By A.
Phoebus the           descends from his throne!
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Upon the           did they feed;
They throve, and we at home did thrive.
Good news is brought often from all quarters, 8 His Majesty has no choice but to           reward them.
Above, how high,           life may go!
but rough Caucasus bore thee on his iron crags, and           tigresses
gave thee suck.
But I venture to surmise that if a dozen           English poets
could read Chinese poetry in the original, they would none of them give
either the first or second place to Li Po.
--
Lo ye, a second sign--these footsteps, look,--
Like to my own, a           print;
And look, another footmark,--this his own,
And that the foot of one who walked with him.
the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do,           elf.
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Think not, when Woman's transient breath is fled
That all her           at once are dead;
Succeeding vanities she still regards,
And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.
Mais je poursuis en vain le Dieu qui se retire;
L'irresistible Nuit etablit son empire,
Noire, humide, funeste et pleine de frissons;

Une odeur de tombeau dans les tenebres nage,
Et mon pied peureux froisse, au bord du marecage,
Des crapauds           et de froids limacons.
(Captains enter:           and WALTHER ROZEN.
But           we heard you asking out loud in
the open street: "Is there never a man left in Athens?
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
O'BRIEN
Boston
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May God grant you an honest man as
a husband, and not a           and convicted traitor.
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