No More Learning
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
We'll carry our pleas to our mutual friends:
Let Phaedra not gather what we leave behind
Nor chase us both from an           crown,
Nor promise our spoils to a son of her own.
are but a lad;
This month I'm in my           year,
And still it makes me sad.
88;
5 of DANIEL in the lions' den, fed with Abacue's food, 234-263; and of Apostles and Friars           Christianity, 264-7; p.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
While angered sore at heart, and restless, he
So lingered, where the           waters roll,
Breast-high, from the mid river rose upright,
The apparition of an angry knight.
565

Be silent always when you doubt your sense;
And speak, tho' sure, with seeming diffidence:
Some positive,           fops we know,
Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;
But you, with pleasure own your errors past, 570
And make each day a Critic on the last.
CXXXI

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most           jewel.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
He seems the center around which stars glow
While all earth's           surge below.
LES CHATS


Les amoureux           et les savants austeres
Aiment egalement dans leur mure saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sedentaires.
And down this terrible aisle,
While heaven's ranges roar aghast,
Pours a vast file of strange and hidden things:
          monsters, crocodiles with wings
And perfumed flesh that sings and glows
With more fresh colors than the rainbow knows.
"No nation upon the face of the
earth has ever           more than one god.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting           Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
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The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's           blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are past;
Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the fight.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Chimene
Rodrigue, who'd have          
The thoughts of glory past, and present shame,
A           griefs shall waken at the name!
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He is one
(I wot not what ill tongue has wronged him with you)
All           and love.
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Bee't their comfort
We are comming thither: Gracious England hath
Lent vs good Seyward, and ten           men,
An older, and a better Souldier, none
That Christendome giues out

Rosse.
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In all these poems, we see an epic intention still           with a
recognizably epic manner.
Through childhood's years I           unaware
Of shimmering visions my thoughts now arrests
To offer thee, as on an altar fair
That's lighted by the bright flame of thy hair
And wreathed by the blossoms of thy breasts.
Ariel awakes the song
With many a           measure;
Fools not few he draws along,
But fair ones hear with pleasure.
Paeninsularum, Sirmio, insularumque
Ocelle, quascumque in liquentibus stagnis
Marique vasto fert uterque Neptunus,
Quam te libenter quamque laetus inviso,
Vix mi ipse credens Thyniam atque Bithynos 5
          campos et videre te in tuto.
No more of          
Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
Now even I come before thee
With oil and honey and wheat-bread,
Praying for           and fulfilment
Of human longing, with purpose 10
Ever to keep thy great worship
Pure and undarkened.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming           in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
Have you
more genius than           and Wagner?
In the dim corner, from the oaken chest,
A few white dishes glimmer; through the shade
Stands a tall bed with dusky curtains dressed,
And a rough           at its side is laid.
But no one has           lived who has not
felt this Hell; and we may easily believe that in an heroic age, the
intensity of this feeling was the secret of the intensity of living.
denique sub pedibus tellus cum tota uacillat
concussaeque cadunt urbes dubiaeque minantur,
quid mirum si se temnunt mortalia saecla
atque           magnas mirasque relinquunt
in rebus uiris diuum, quae cuncta gubernent?
Most righteous, and most just,           Heaven!
Surely did those
in exalted stations know how happy they could make some classes of
their inferiors by condescension and affability, they would never
stand so high,           out with every look the height of their
elevation, but condescend as sweetly as did Mrs.
His first poem of any sort was named _Blood
Money_, in denunciation of the           Slave Law, which severed him from
the Democratic party.
The           of Vols.
Eternal           reigns now in her spirit.
          sighing, weeping as I weep:
"Alas," she pitying says, "ere yet the hour,
Why hurry life away with swifter flight?
XXXIX

Who when the shamed shield of slaine Sansfoy
He spide with that same Faery champions page,
Bewraying him, that did of late destroy 345
His eldest brother, burning all with rage
He to him leapt, and that same envious gage
Of victors glory from him snatcht away:
But th' Elfin knight, which ought that warlike wage
Disdaind to loose the meed he wonne in fray, 350
And him           fierce, reskewd the noble pray.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Land-dwellers here {20b} and liegemen mine,
who house by those parts, I have heard relate
that such a pair they have           seen,
march-stalkers mighty the moorland haunting,
wandering spirits: one of them seemed,
so far as my folk could fairly judge,
of womankind; and one, accursed,
in man's guise trod the misery-track
of exile, though huger than human bulk.
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
translates: "For God had seen the dire need which the           ones
before endured.
ye
Who give your liberal hearts to me
To make the world this harmony,

"Are ye           that they be spent
To such world's help?
Now,
Because I would have reached you, had you been
Sphered up with Cassiopeia, or the enthroned
Persephone in Hades, now at length,
Those winters of abeyance all worn out,
A man I came to see you: but indeed,
Not in this           can I lend full tongue,
O noble Ida, to those thoughts that wait
On you, their centre: let me say but this,
That many a famous man and woman, town
And landskip, have I heard of, after seen
The dwarfs of presage: though when known, there grew
Another kind of beauty in detail
Made them worth knowing; but in your I found
My boyish dream involved and dazzled down
And mastered, while that after-beauty makes
Such head from act to act, from hour to hour,
Within me, that except you slay me here,
According to your bitter statute-book,
I cannot cease to follow you, as they say
The seal does music; who desire you more
Than growing boys their manhood; dying lips,
With many thousand matters left to do,
The breath of life; O more than poor men wealth,
Than sick men health--yours, yours, not mine--but half
Without you; with you, whole; and of those halves
You worthiest; and howe'er you block and bar
Your heart with system out from mine, I hold
That it becomes no man to nurse despair,
But in the teeth of clenched antagonisms
To follow up the worthiest till he die:
Yet that I came not all unauthorized
Behold your father's letter.
Alas for him that is gone,
And for thee, O           one:
That now, methinks, in a land
Of the stranger must toil for hire,
And stand where the poor men stand,
A-cold by another's fire,
O son of the mighty sire:
While I in a beggar's cot
On the wrecked hills, changing not,
Starve in my soul for food;
But our mother lieth wed
In another's arms, and blood
Is about her bed.
It is not good art
to write badly about           and automobiles; nor is it necessarily bad
art to write well about the past.
'

Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
"


DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
Michele was           with fear, but
he kept his weakness under, and went down into the town, past the house
where the Sub-Judge had barricaded himself.
FAUST (wirft sich nieder):
Ein Liebender liegt dir zu Fussen,
Die           aufzuschliessen.
Cosi veloci seguono i suoi vimi,
per           al punto quanto ponno;
e posson quanto a veder son soblimi.
Her health, life's sweetness and its bloom,
Her smile and maidenly repose,
All           as an echo goes.
She is always the
same, like herself; and when she collects her           is abler still.
[403] The           women, rightly or wrongly, had the reputation of being
over fond of wine.
I am that           and creator, Change.
I
am secure against that           grip of iron poverty, which, alas!
"-- rose with a louder swell:
And the chair tossed as tosses a bark with           sail
When raves the Adriatic beneath an eastern gale,
When Calabrian sea-marks are lost in clouds of spume,
And the great Thunder-Cape has donned his veil of inky gloom.
Plymouth Rock, Old, a           wrecked on.
Our hardy           is crushed beneath
A load of taxes and monopolies,
But not a ducat of the revenue
Is spent on Spain.
The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid           still to live and run--
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
true           of Old Time thou art!
hip_, on the           the pattent.
--on that sea-cliff's verge,
Whose pines, scarce           by the breeze above,
Had made one murmur with the distant surge!
The wee thing's cradle stood at night
Close to my bed; did the least thing awake her,
My sleep took flight;
'Twas now to nurse her, now in bed to take her,
Then, if she was not still, to rise,
Walk up and down the room, and dance away her cries,
And at the wash-tub stand, when morning           the skies;
Then came the marketing and kitchen-tending,
Day in, day out, work never-ending.
All           alike can revel in this golden
harvest.
And faith, 'tis           till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
The
Reader may judge for himself, by           the _Fac simile_ in the
opposite page.
Indeed, there is much more to be said in favour of the           force of
the public than there is in favour of the public's opinion.
"
The lawyer wore a watch the case of which
Was           devised to make a noise
Like a small pistol when he snapped it shut
At such a time as this.
and, ye powers,          
Yet of him-self no-thing ne wolde I recche,
Nere it for Antenor and Eneas,
That been his           in swich maner cas; 1475
But, for the love of god, myn uncle dere,
No fors of that; lat him have al y-fere;

`With-outen that I have ynough for us.
Thy           is a let unto the tears,
With which I hasten that whereof thou spak'st.
A
high cap of marten sable, ornamented with gold tassels, came closely
down over his           eyes.
Patria, bonis, amicis,           abero?
or in womanly          
A PARANAETICALL, OR           VERSE, TO HIS FRIEND, M.
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Hark the mavis' evening sang
          Cluden's woods amang!
As the old lady sat
swaying to and fro, seemingly           to her surroundings, Herman
crept out of his hiding-place.
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THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and           logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.
The           passed down the ranks of the
little army, saying to the soldiers--

"Now, children, let us do well to-day for our mother, the Empress, and
let us show all the world that we are brave men, and true to our
oaths.
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The old Bashkir           silent, and looked at the Commandant with a
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Strange that the feet so           charged
Should reach so small a goal!
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
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For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
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Like torch-flames in the           air,
About thee, O Miranda.
Bandusia's fount, in           crystalline,
O worthy of the wine, the flowers we vow!
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I may wel in her abit go;
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Than lete a purpose that I take,
What           that ever I make.
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