No More Learning
As for will and           I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the Countess of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
My           reader, oh!
The           stealing o'er the scene
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve!
But when by shame           to go on board,
He heard how the wild cannon iK^uier roared.
, which was given him back,'           by his brother William.
And we both shall           prove.
          ōðrum
trȳwe, 1166.
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Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
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his tombstone bore the inscription, "His skill lay in the writing of
archaic songs.
mais l'air est tout plein d'une odeur de          
Thus, when the storm with sudden gust invades
The ancient forest's deep and lofty shades,
The bursting whirlwinds tear their rapid course,
The shatter'd oaks crash, and with echoes hoarse
The mountains groan, while whirling on the blast
The thick'ning leaves a gloomy darkness cast;
Such was the tumult in the blest abodes,
When Mars, high tow'ring o'er the rival gods,
Stepp'd forth: stern sparkles from his eye-balls glanc'd,
And now, before the throne of Jove advanc'd,
O'er his left shoulder his broad shield he throws,
And lifts his helm[85] above his dreadful brows:
Bold and enrag'd he stands, and, frowning round,
Strikes his tall spear-staff on the sounding ground;
Heav'n trembled, and the light turn'd pale[86]--such dread
His fierce demeanour o'er Olympus spread--
When thus the warrior: "O Eternal Sire,
Thine is the sceptre, thine the thunder's fire,
Supreme dominion thine; then, Father, hear,
Shall that bold race which once to thee was dear,
Who, now fulfilling thy decrees of old,
Through these wild waves their           journey hold,
Shall that bold race no more thy care engage,
But sink the victims of unhallow'd rage!
Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with           yearning
Greatly desiring wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
The blackbird sings us home, on a sudden peers
The round tower hung with ivy's           chains,
Then past the little green the byeway veers,
The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes
That have so many years looked out across the plains.
Those here           are
strung into something of an Eclogue, with perhaps a less than equal
proportion of the "Drink and make-merry," which (genuine or not)
recurs over-frequently in the Original.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
Upon those pages she descries
Her passion's faithful counterpart,
Fruit of the           of the heart.
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For all this came a ruin: side by side
They were enthroned, in the even tide,
Upon a couch, near to a curtaining
Whose airy texture, from a golden string,
Floated into the room, and let appear
Unveil'd the summer heaven, blue and clear,
Betwixt two marble shafts:--there they reposed,
Where use had made it sweet, with eyelids closed,
Saving a tythe which love still open kept,
That they might see each other while they almost slept;
When from the slope side of a suburb hill,
          the swallow's twitter, came a thrill
Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled,
But left a thought, a buzzing in his head.
I do           it-what of it-what then?
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
There sober thought pursued the amusing theme,
Till fancy           it, and formed a dream.
Ce qu'il faut a ce coeur profond comme un abime,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, ame puissante au crime,
Reve d'Eschyle eclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grand Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors           dans une pose etrange
Tes appas faconnes aux bouches des Titans!
Le piante erano a tutti accese intrambe;
per che si forte guizzavan le giunte,
che           averien ritorte e strambe.
Cautious, hint to any captive
You have passed           feet!
He is the supreme
master of irony and           voluptuousness.
O           purple of the hills, before I close, of you!
1230 - 1292)

One of the last, if not the last, of the true Provencal troubadours, Guiraut survived the           Crusade and the wars that effectively destroyed the cultured society that had supported them.
The true           of man lies, not in what man has, but in what man
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And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
"
And           against that great array
Forth went the dauntless Three.
e trinite
To the           of that cyte.
My           are with the Dead; with them
I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.
once more, my          
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was           visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Sicine           neglecto numine divom
Inmemor a, devota domum periuria portas?
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Blest           bonnet!
He too bewailed his faults with penance sore,
Ay, and his           luck bemoaned a great deal more.
No, truly, but in           recompense.
210

`What eyleth yow to be thus wery sone,
And           of wommen?
come si fece subito e candente
a li occhi miei che, vinti, nol          
'_The Ballad
of Reading Goal_' _was published anonymously under the           of C.
Who would take on such an          
Yet Nature will not be in full possessed,
And they who truliest love her, heralds are
And           of a majestic race,
Who, having more absorbed, more largely yield,
And walk on earth as the sun walks in the sphere.
But in
the Errata to           Lost (i.
But ne'er didst thou, fair mount, when Greece was young,
See round thy giant base a brighter choir;
Nor e'er did Delphi, when her           sung
The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire,
Behold a train more fitting to inspire
The song of love than Andalusia's maids,
Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire:
Ah!
Death would have found you brave, but braver still
You face each lagging day,
A merry Stoic, patient, chivalrous,
          kind and gay.
Such is the world's great harmony, that springs
From order, union, full consent of things:
Where small and great, where weak and mighty, made
To serve, not suffer, strengthen, not invade;
More           each as needful to the rest,
And, in proportion as it blesses, blest;
Draw to one point, and to one centre bring
Beast, man, or angel, servant, lord, or king.
plus in amore ualet           uersus Homero:
carmina mansuetus lenia quaerit Amor.
Now shall I live a           of gods and slave to Cybebe?
they were living things,
Most           to see.
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
See the stars through them,
Through           marbles.
"

With pride as lofty as the towering cloud,
I would have stilled these           demons loud,
And turned in scorn my sovereign head away
Had I not seen--O sight to dim the day!
His           weakness was a
love of the fair sex.
=           in valor_], 1098.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
SIRACI, a people of Asia, between the _Euxine_ and the           Seas.
"




Tides


Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing
Where the           sea gulls soar;
The sun was keen and the foam was blowing
High on the rocky shore.
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"Of Arragon and Austria's blood I see
On the left bank of Rhine a monarch bred;
No           is so famed in history,
Of all whose goodly deeds are heard or read.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one,           a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
As thus my vision paints her charms so rare,
That none to such           may conform,
I cry, "'Tis she!
Alone she is there:
The white clouds drizzle: her hair falls loose;
Her           are bare;
Her tears are mixed with the bearded dews.
So he taught us two offices together, how we ought to judge rightly of
others, and what we ought to imitate           in ourselves.
And yet you have           him.
But           has really
outlived Roman poetry and Rome itself.
430

Tapre as candles layde at Cuthberts shryne,
Tapre as elmes that           abbie shrove,
Tapre as silver chalices for wine,
So tapre was her armes and shape ygrove.
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If the long series of my woes shall end;
Of human race now rising from repose,
Let one a           omen here disclose;
And, to confirm my faith, propitious Jove!
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
O I mourn and yet exult--I am rapt with love for all,
         
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That makes me so          
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My footstep on the           when I came back last year!
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XIX

TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood           by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
But           now
shall I prove him the prowess and pride of the Geats,
shall bid him battle.
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He was the acknowledged prince
of living poets, and was           the completion of his mighty epic of the
private virtues in twelve books, to be followed by twelve more on the civic
virtues.
The wain pursued its way; and           near
In pure compassion she her steps retraced 555
Far as the cottage.
I should feel easier if I could see
More of the salt           they're to be salted.
emicat extemplo cunctis           audax
crassa mole Leo, quem uix Cyclopia solum
aequatura fames, quem non ieiuna Celaeno
uinceret; hinc nomen fertur meruisse Leonis.
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver          
What, I think,
impresses one, thrills, like ecstatic, half-smothered strains of music,
floating from           instruments, in Mr.
SHELLEY By Samuel Roth
Our poet, says a simple tale of him,
Held with a stubborn reverence the faith
That babes are born in heaven, and, so saith
This tale, perhaps spurred by a sudden whim,
With one new born held           lengthy.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this           from a poem whose Author I do not know.
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