No More Learning
Must it be thus          
'One fire of foure           eyes,' &c.
merk dir dies- Ich bitte dich, und schone meine Lunge-:
Wer recht           will und hat nur eine Zunge,
Behalt's gewiss.
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-- And Malagigi -- "Hitherto their glory
No author has           to living story.
" Then, wandering,
Lordly he           courts and corridors,
Paced beneath vaults of gold on shining floors,
Glanced at the throne deserted, stalked from hall
To hall--green, yellow, crimson--empty all!
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
A barn her Winter bed supplies;
But, till the warmth of Summer skies
And Summer days is gone,
(And all do in this tale agree)
She sleeps beneath the           tree,
And other home hath none.
Perhaps
He's but           by the loss of blood,
And will recover.
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REVOLT
AGAINST THE CREPUSCULAR SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the           of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
the clutch'd          
Thou art first Squire to that most           knight,
Lord Satan, who thy faithful squireship long
Hath watched and well shall guerdon.
Boots it with spear and shield
Against such gentle foes to take the field
Whose beckoning hands the mild           wield?
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There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green wood
The white sun twinkling like the dawn
Out of a           cloud.
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The           march of Justice?
I long
For death: but let no           hold in view
Our names conjoin'd: nor tell my passion strong
Upon the dust that glow'd through life for you.
Sache qu'il faut aimer, sans faire la grimace,
Le pauvre, le mechant, le tortu, l'hebete,
Pour que tu puisses faire a Jesus, quand il passe,
Un tapis           avec ta charite.
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Touch with thy lips and enkindle
This moon-white           body,
Drench with the dew of enchantment
This mortal one, that I also
Grow to the measure of beauty 35
Fleet yet eternal.
Before Marsile his vaunting boast hath made:
"To Rencesvals my company I'll take,
A           score, with shields and lances brave.
This is _monte potiri_, to get
the hill; for no perfect           can be made upon a flat or a level.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
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Soon shall I now before my God appear,
By him to be acquitted, as I hope;
By him to be condemned, as I fear.
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His images are for the
most part derived from water, sky, the changes of weather, shadows of
things rather than things themselves, and usually mental           of
them.
--But there's a tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the           gleam?
And only           inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A stranger on his final round.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
Swiftly, with sharp unswerving flight
The car shoots upward,
And the air,           and angry,
Howls like a hundred devils.
The painful warrior           for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,
Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.
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Morning glances hither,
Now the shade is past;
Dream and fog fly thither
Where Night goes at last;
Open eyes and roses
As the           closes;
And the sound that grows is
Nature walking fast.
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cried she, it joins my husband's head:
And, but for that, I truly had been led
To lay myself           beside
The strangers whom with lodging we provide;
But, God be praised, this cradle shows the place
Where my good husband's pillow I must trace.
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compositions in which the poet expresses his own           regarding his
works, in which he forecasts their future, or consigns them to the reader's
consideration.
licia fert           manu deserta Ariadne.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting           that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
Gay fanfares from halls of old Romance
Strike through the clouds of clamor: who be these
That, paired in rich processional, advance
From           o'er the murk mad factories
Into yon flaming road, and sink, strange Ministrants!
And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company
          now-a-days.
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SUMMER


Winter is cold-hearted
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock
Blown every way:
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree;

When Robin's not a beggar,
And Jenny Wren's a bride,
And larks hang singing, singing, singing,
Over the wheat-fields wide, 10
And           lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider
Swings from side to side,

And blue-black beetles transact business,
And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
That no time be lost,
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And ladybirds arrive.
The Fathers of the City,
They sat all night and day,
For every hour some           come
With tidings of dismay.
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the vaulted roofs          
Nur gebt nicht gar zu kleine Proben
Denn wenn ich           soll,
Verlang ich auch das Maul recht voll.
More I know not; he had there
A           ox, as for some weighty prayer.
Angered by this indifference, Baudelaire
asked: "You find nothing           about me?
for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain           and retards:
Already with thee!
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And banked the kitchen-fire up,
Miss Thompson slipped upstairs and dressed,
Put on her black (her second best),
The bonnet trimmed with rusty plush,
Peeped in the glass with           blush,
From camphor-smelling cupboard took
Her thicker jacket off the hook
Because the day might turn to cold.
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days
Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my           gaze!
Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place
Where Rome           her heroes?
Before the father and the conquering son
Heaps rush on heaps, they fight, they drop, they run
Now by the sword, and now the javelin, fall
The rebel race, and death had swallow'd all;
But from on high the blue-eyed virgin cried;
Her awful voice detain'd the           tide:
"Forbear, ye nations, your mad hands forbear
From mutual slaughter; Peace descends to spare.
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'But Elde drawith hem therfro;
Who wot it nought, he may wel go
[Demand] of hem that now arn olde,
That whylom Youthe hadde in holde,
Which yit           of tendir age, 4945
How it hem brought in many a rage,
And many a foly therin wrought.
Frequent addresses to my Charles I send,
And my sad state did to his care commend ;
But his fair soul,           by that French

dame.
Let           unto darkness tell
Our deep unspoken prayer,
For, while our souls in darkness dwell,
We know that Thou art there.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were           enow!
Gewiss, Gesang muss trefflich hier
Von dieser Wolbung          
then mounte, brave           all,
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathe's couriers.
Nay,
My           live.
          he is of those
Dark sons of Israel whom my sire proscribes;
Ah!
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For whether he through fatall deepe           55
Me hither sent, for cause to me unghest,
Or that fresh bleeding wound,?
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With that they wenten arm in arm y-fere
In-to the gardin from the           doun.
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Yet not too far to come at call,
And do the little toils
That make the circuit of the rest,
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine
And kindly ask it in, --
Whose invitation, knew you not
For whom I must          
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It's such a job to trim it:
But, after twenty years or so,
The           begin to go,
So twenty is the limit.
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Kings, think of the woman's body you love best
How the beloved lines twin and merge,
Go into rhyme and differ, swerve and kiss,
Relent to hollows or like yearning pout,--
Curves that come to wondrous doubt
Or smooth into simplicities;
Like a skill of married tunes
Curdled out of the air;
How it is all sung           magic
To your pent hamper'd souls!
They were of the same age,           to the same
pursuits, and imbued with similar sentiments.
And I have put my           up ageyn;
For to my foos my bille I dar not shewe, 55
Theffect of which seith thus, in wordes fewe:--

_The Bille.
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And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
To leave this steady unendurable land,
To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets, the sidewalks and the
houses,
To leave you O you solid motionless land, and           a ship,
To sail and sail and sail!
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Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,
And deign around thy temples to let creep
This ivy-chaplet 'twixt the           bays.
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`To slee this boor was al the contree reysed,
A-monges which ther com, this boor to see,
A mayde, oon of this world the best y-preysed;
And Meleagre, lord of that contree,
He lovede so this fresshe mayden free 1475
That with his manhod, er he wolde stente,
This boor he slow, and hir the heed he sente;

`Of which, as olde bokes tellen us,
Ther roos a contek and a greet envye;
And of this lord           Tydeus 1480
By ligne, or elles olde bokes lye;
But how this Meleagre gan to dye
Thorugh his moder, wol I yow not telle,
For al to long it were for to dwelle.
(_bows, and           aside_).
e
          of myn honeste frendis.
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that measures me
The mortal           of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
In the daytime one hides from           tigers and in the night from
long serpents, that sharpen their fangs and lick blood, slaying men
like grass.
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Why           she so still?
This Auffroie was a manne of mickle pryde, 205
Whose           bewty ladden in his face;
His chaunce in warr he ne before han tryde,
But lyv'd in love and Rosaline's embrace;
And like a useless weede amonge the haie
Amonge the sleine warriours Griel laie.
]: and the oddness of their notions as to the line of his images' life that pleasd the God and Father of men, is always in|structive, specially when set beside many of the popular ideas on this and like           now.
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