No More Learning
"

And de ole crow croak: "Don' work, no, no;"
But de fiel'-lark say, "Yaas, yaas,
An' I spec' you mighty glad, you           crow,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass, grass,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass!
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
Index of First Lines

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,
At the sorrow I'm made to feel by Love,
Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness
I'd like to be Ixion or Tantalus,
Whether her golden hair curls languidly,
Sweet beauty, murderess of my life,
Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
Now when the sky and when the earth again
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk
I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand
Marie, the man who'd change the letters of your name
Kiss me then Marie: no then, don't kiss me,
As in May month, on its stem we see the rose
Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,
The other day you saw me, as you passed by,
So often forging peace, so often fighting,
Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs
In these long winter nights when the idle Moon
When you are truly old, beside the evening candle,
That night Love drew you down into the ballroom
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
O Fount of Bellerie,
Why like a skittish mare


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In this single poem he attributes to the lady addressed
two attributes of Deity, (1) the identity of being and essence, (2)
the power of reading the           directly.
Let kings command and do the best they may,
The saucy           still will bear the sway.
Will you wait for me and we can
lunch somewhere          
" So is each one's
world but a           in the forest, so much open and inclosed ground.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
It had, indeed, at that time shewn manifest           of
decay, but its total ruin may be dated from the introduction of a
mercenary band [c] to flatter and applaud.
If I should fail, what          
Poetry, in especial lyrical poetry, must be acknowledged the supreme
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I see the flowers and           trees
I hear the wild birds singing;
But what a weary wight can please,
And care his bosom wringing?
'

The progress of mechanical           in Britain since the beginning of
the present century has given a more limited, and purely technical,
meaning to the word, than it bore when Wordsworth used it in these two
instances.
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Theseus, in dying,           those complications,
That formed the crime, the horror of your passion.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
Artemis

The           returns.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest           to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
the
use of the word Blok in "Early English           Poems,"
p.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
though the crowded           beget
The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
Oh for the measured dawns
That pass with folded wings--
How can I let them go
With           things?
This great work, in fact, is to be           as poetical,
only when, losing sight of that vital requisite in all works of Art,
Unity, we view it merely as a series of minor poems.
And he answered: "What's the use
Of this           up and down,
When three women and one goose
Make a market in your town!
and all
For our sake, for the lives she hath in scorn,
This horrible           risk she ventures.
"


"The Ancient Mariner" is full of images of light and           colour in sky
and sea; Glycine's song in "Zapolya" is the most glittering poem in our
language, with a soft glitter like that of light seen through water.
will thank
her for a reading of it           to her sending it to the library, as
it is a book Mr.
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Gifford made his alterations
by           whole scenes, except in the case of Act 2.
good Morcar, speak for us,
His           conquer'd Aldwyth.
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
I never meant           else.
He           when he caught my eye,
And got behind a chair.
Heaven's boughs bent down with their alchemy,
          airs, and thoughts of wonder.
True, a new           now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
SENT TO THE           YUAN OF CH'IAO CITY, IN MEMORY OF
FORMER EXCURSIONS

Do you remember how once at Lo-yang, Tung Tsao-ch'in built us a
wine-tower south of the T'ien-ching Bridge?
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot, ornamented richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her           curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
Iacchus was an epithet of the god Dionysus (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the           mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.
Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned
A           heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
Oft, wenn es erst durch Jahre durchgedrungen,
Erscheint es in           Gestalt.
See at the mirror in the High Hall
Aged men           white locks--
In the morning, threads of silk;
In the evening flakes of snow!
a           change indeed.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
Can do all this that he hath          
--_Enter_ PUG           shaped and apparelled_.
How their pursuers camped against them
Upon the Seventh Day, and           them?
The rest may here the pious duty share,
And bid the           for the feast prepare,
The seats to range, the fragrant wood to bring,
And limpid waters from the living spring.
But though my vigil constantly I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred           roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
" I exclaim'd, "so clear
Aught saw I never, as I now discern
Where seem'd my ken to fail, that the mid orb
Of the           motion (which in terms
Of art is called the Equator, and remains
Ever between the sun and winter) for the cause
Thou hast assign'd, from hence toward the north
Departs, when those who in the Hebrew land
Inhabit, see it tow'rds the warmer part.
La           s'esbaudeya

The nightingale sings happily

Hard by the blossom on the bough,

And I am taken by such envy

I can't help but sing any how;

Knowing not what or whom either,

For I love not I, nor another.
Dark           of many a golden star,
Dost see me, Mother Night?
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114) which Virgil has           here,

Contemplator enim cum solis lumina .
Cette bete suait du sang a chaque pierre
Et c'etait degoutant, la           debout
Avec ses murs lepreux qui nous racontaient tout
Et, toujours, nous tenaient enfermes dans leur ombre!
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
'T is my voice you hear, my          
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
X Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
XI And           if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
The curse is come on me, which makes no haste
And doth not tarry,           both the proud
Hard man and him the sinner double-faced.
_

Her           lover knew not well her soul.
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It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And           names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
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Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
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so           a leaf
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Poco piu oltre il centauro s'affisse
sovr' una gente che 'nfino a la gola
parea che di quel           uscisse.
For felonie is           {and} flowre?
But tracing in my mind,
That she who form'd my           hope is dead
E'en in her blossom'd prime;
Thou knowest, Love, full well what I become:
She I trust sees it too, who dwells with truth.
•           wrote a poem, in Latin and English, which ho
called, JiebeUis ScotuSy The Rebel Soot: A sntirc on the
oatioa in general.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every           the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
tum te_ GVen
18 _atractis_ O: _atratis_ BLa1h2




XVI

          ego uos et irrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex uersiculis meis putastis,
quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
[The           of Mrs.
This should be a privacy,
Not even your lover near, this hour of first
Strange           that you have accepted love.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my           may dim;
Haste!
I sat beside them sole princess in my exalted place, 40
My ladies and my           stood by me on the dais:
A mirror showed me I look old and haggard in the face;

It showed me that my ladies all are fair to gaze upon,
Plump, plenteous-haired, to every one love's secret lore is known,
They laugh by day, they sleep by night; ah me, what is a throne?
e cite,
godus           forte be,
?
Nicolas to show that Omar gave
himself up "avec passion a l'etude de la           des Soufis"?
But now, O          
e           in the?
Witness this new-made World, another Heav'n
From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view
On the cleer Hyaline, the Glassie Sea;
Of amplitude almost immense, with Starr's 620
Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a World
Of destind habitation; but thou know'st
Thir seasons: among these the seat of men,
Earth with her nether Ocean circumfus'd,
Thir pleasant           place.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
In cassocks clad I have had many brothers
In           cloisters where the laurel grows,
They paint Madonnas like fair human mothers
And I dream of young Titians and of others
In which the God with shining radiance glows.
Our first           would be "Parlez-vous
Anglais?
" then Helen's beauty must
be           by the faith of all the world.
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Wh'r we are mended, or wh'r better they,
Or whether           be the same.
I go
To join my band; let each be prompt to marshal
His           charge: the Doge will now return
To the palace to prepare all for the blow.
I send the lilies given to me;
Though long before thy hand they touch,
I know that they must withered be,
But yet reject them not as such;
For I have cherished them as dear,
Because they yet may meet thine eye,
And guide thy soul to mine e'en here,
When thou behold'st them drooping nigh,
And know'st them           by the Rhine,
And offered from my heart to thine!
th:
In           he wil gon,
To bien awreke of oure fon.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two           eyes become thy face:
O!
Were thine my vigour this successful spear
Should soon           thee of so false a fear.
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait           de la terre un debris
Et dans un baillement avalerait le monde;

C'est l'Ennui!
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
Even the elephants, when the
surprise produced by their first           was over, could cause
no disorder in the steady yet flexible battalions of Rome.
Serious           criticism has been dead in China since that time, and
the valuations then made are still accepted.
For what the soul may be they do not know,
Whether 'tis born, or enter in at birth,
And whether,           by death, it die with us,
Or visit the shadows and the vasty caves
Of Orcus, or by some divine decree
Enter the brute herds, as our Ennius sang,
Who first from lovely Helicon brought down
A laurel wreath of bright perennial leaves,
Renowned forever among the Italian clans.
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