No More Learning
36_, _Challenge_, 1613, and           _Devil is
an Ass_, 1616.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
          and prospered?
Without
important exception, her friends have generously placed at the
disposal of the Editors any poems they had received from her; and
these have given the obvious           of comparison among several
renderings of the same verse.
Or when the minstrel, tale half told, Shall burst to lilting at the phrase
"Audiart, Audiart"
Bertrans, master of his lays, Bertrans of Aultaforte thy praise
Sets forth, and though thou hate me well, Yea, though thou wish me ill,
Audiart, Audiart Thy           is here writ till,
Audiart,
2
Oh, till thou come again.
I pray thee keep that for the hangman;
for I know thou           Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of
falsehood may.
And I get nothing whatever of the           property?
ne ralentis pas tes flammes;
          mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
Our Mercy hath departed from His Ark,
Our Glory hath departed from His rest,
Our Shield hath left us naked as a mark
Unto all           eyes made manifest.
When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It 's time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That           but an hour.
Gia m'avean           i lenti passi
dentro a la selva antica tanto, ch'io
non potea rivedere ond' io mi 'ntrassi;

ed ecco piu andar mi tolse un rio,
che 'nver' sinistra con sue picciole onde
piegava l'erba che 'n sua ripa uscio.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
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O son, whi           suffren smert,
And dye wi?
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was it that thou           see thy hapless
brother cruelly slain?
But I mistake; the lady was so coy,
No spark, whatever art he could employ,
How           soe'er he laid the snare,
Would have succeeded, spite of ev'ry care.
My Lady promises
Two hundred pounds with me 430
Whenever I may wed
A man she can approve:
And since besides her bounty
I'm fairest in the county
(For so I've heard it said,
Though I don't vouch for this),
Her promised pounds may move
Some honest man to see
My virtues and my beauties;
Perhaps the rising grazier, 440
Or           publican,
May claim my wifely duties.
Says to Rollant: "Fool, wherefore art so          
' quod she, 800
Come [neer], and if it lyke yow
To dauncen,           with us now.
From the twins is nothing hidden,
To the pair is nought forbidden;
Hand in hand the comrades go
Every nook of Nature through:
Each for other they were born,
Each can other best adorn;
They know one only mortal grief
Past all balsam or relief;
When, by false           crossed,
The pilgrims have each other lost.
We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they           for.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is           by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
If _thou_ invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
]

[Footnote 38: The fashion of talking French was           under Peter
the Great.
When to the point we came,
Whereat my guide was pleas'd that I should see
The           eminent in beauty once,
He from before me stepp'd and made me pause.
Perhaps, indeed, we should not be far wrong if we
saw a chief reason for the pressure of           tradition on the
early epic in this very fact, that it is poetry meant for recitation.
A vendre les habitations et les migrations, sports, feeries et conforts
parfaits, et le bruit, le           et l'avenir qu'ils font:

A vendre les applications de calcul et sauts d'harmonie inouis.
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The passing
glories of knighthood in its flower impressed his           like a
gorgeous dream, and he was thus inspired to catch and crystallize into
permanent art its romantic spirit and heroic deeds.
I'll learn what means this exile, what this shroud
Enveloping your prime;
And why the truth and           of one man
Seem to all others crime.
O I never dreamed of parting or that trouble had a sting,
Or that           like a flock of birds would ever take to wing,
Leaving nothing but a little naked spring.
And I wonder how they should have been          
'


XIII

Then sudden glory round me broke,
And low melodious surges
Of wings whose stroke to splendor woke
Creation's           verges; 100
A cross stretched, ladder-like, secure
From earth to heaven's own portal,
Whereby God's poor, with footing sure,
Climbed up to peace immortal.
These hands have helped it go and even race;
Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,
Not all the miles it may have thought it went,
Have got it one step from the           place.
XIII

          the iris,
The faint and fragile petals--
How am I worthy?
atque adeo faciem caeli non inuidet orbi
ipse deus uultusque suos corpusque recludit
          semper seque ipsum inculcat et offert,
ut bene cognosci possit doceatque uidentis,
qualis eat, cogatque suas attendere leges.
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my           eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
He does not know that sickening thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three           thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
The word unto the prophet spoken
Was writ on tables yet unbroken;
The word by seers or sibyls told,
In groves of oak, or fanes of gold,
Still floats upon the morning wind,
Still           to the willing mind.
thou shouldst be living at this hour
Mine be a cot beside the hill
Mortality, behold and fear
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold
Music, when soft voices die
My days among the Dead are past
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My heart leaps up when I behold
My Love in her attire doth show her wit
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
My           hold mortal strife
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his


No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not, Celia, that I juster am
Now the golden Morn aloft
Now the last day of many days


O blithe new-comer!
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See the poor remnants of this           hair!
          them,
1917; sigel sūðan fūs, _the sun inclined from the south_ (midday sun),
1967; se wonna hrefn fūs ofer fǣgum, _eager over the slain_, 3026; sceft
.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And           voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.
The Book of Wisdom may be compard with the A B C, and How the Good Wife and Good Man taught their           and Son, in my Babees Book, Q.
True, they may lay your proud           low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
]


[Footnote Y: Alluding to several battles which the Swiss in very small
numbers have gained over their oppressors the house of Austria; and in
particular, to one fought at Naeffels near Glarus, where three hundred
and thirty men           an army of between fifteen and twenty thousand
Austrians.
I tell you what I dreamed last night: 110
It was not dark, it was not light,
Cold dews had           my plenteous hair
Through clay; you came to seek me there.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
II

And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned, did overflowing seem
With the deep, untold delight
Of Love's serenity;
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the Imperial Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
          my soul to thee!
She trimmed the lamp, and made it bright,
And left it swinging to and fro,
While Geraldine, in           plight,
Sank down upon the floor below.
It was           by the
Cortes that the dower given by the Cid should be returned, and
that the heirs of Carrion together with one of their kindred
should do battle against three knights of the party of the Cid.
Love, Fortune, and my ever-faithful mind,
Which loathes the present in its memoried past,
So wound my spirit, that on all I cast
An envied thought who rest in           find.
7 Chen Xuanli, the general of the guard who compelled the           of Yang Guozhong and Lady Yang the Noble Consort.
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, she shall aspire,
She shall arise to make men free:
She shall arise in a sacred scorn,
Lighting the lives that are yet unborn;
Spirit supernal, Splendour eternal,
         
Le Destin charme suit tes jupons comme un chien;
Tu semes au hasard la joie et les desastres,
Et tu           tout et ne reponds de rien.
No harbor shall hide her -- heed my          
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
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YOUR EYES ARE LIKE THE SEA By Leslie Nelson Jennings
Your eyes are like the sea
When air and sky, by some old alchemy,
Draw from the fires of spring The very           of infinity—
The color of the stars' own conjuring.
CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a           errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Et dans le vieux logis tout est tiede et vermeil:
Des sombres           ne jonchent plus la terre,
La bise sous le seuil a fini par se taire.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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how much more doth beauty           seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
With           eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the glancing showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.
"

Indeed she told the truth, for Sir Kay,           with Gareth's
boldness in the king's hall was hounding after them.
'Neath great slabs of marble they hid them in vain,
'Gainst this           fire, God's own flaming rain!
Die uns das Leben gaben, herrliche Gefuhle
Erstarren in dem           Gewuhle.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
In place of it
permit me to offer the universally           "Bridge of Sighs":--

One more Unfortunate,
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate
Gone to her death!
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
Oh, who, then, is this man
That           also sins without atonement?
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a few           from a copy made by Mr.
wherefore, but because
Such were the bloody circus' genial laws,
And the           pleasure.
E poi il mosser le parole biece
a           ragione a questo giusto,
che li assegno sette e cinque per diece,

indi partissi povero e vetusto;
e se 'l mondo sapesse il cor ch'elli ebbe
mendicando sua vita a frusto a frusto,

assai lo loda, e piu lo loderebbe>>.
I           so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your shoulders rose.
For never guiltless may I speak of him,
The          
Fair           was yet an art well priz'd
By him of Pressa: Galigaio show'd
The gilded hilt and pommel, in his house.
Nick, Nick, iron          
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.
"

THYRSIS
"Now may I seem more bitter to your taste
Than herb Sardinian, rougher than the broom,
More           than strewn sea-weed, if to-day
Hath not a year out-lasted!
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