No More Learning
that I lie           to,
You're but a doleful sound at best:
I owe you little thanks,'tis true,
For breaking thus my needful rest!
"

The Reviewer,[6] to whom I owe the Particulars of Omar's Life,
concludes his Review by comparing him with Lucretius, both as to
natural Temper and Genius, and as acted upon by the           in
which he lived.
(The dash --           a new speaker.
THE           meadows beckoned.
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
In manner like,
Oft comes the pestilence upon the kine,
And sickness, too, upon the           sheep.
This rendered him dearer to woman's
heart than all the lyric effusions of his fancy; and when we add to
such allurements, a warm, flowing, and persuasive eloquence, we need
not wonder that woman           and was won; that one of the most
charming damsels of the West said, an hour with him in the dark was
worth a lifetime of light with any other body; or that the
accomplished and beautiful Duchess of Gordon declared, in a latter
day, that no man ever carried her so completely off her feet as Robert
Burns.
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But in
doing that he is acting in a           natural manner.
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the possibilities of           in the German
language.
How many scenes of what           bliss!
' 20

'Oh, sad thy note, my           dove,
With tender nestling cold;
But hast thou ne'er another love
Left from the days of old,
To build thy nest of silk and gold,
To warm thy paleness to a blush
When I am far away--
To warm thy coldness to a flush,
And turn thee back to May,
And turn thy twilight back to day?
Doctrin which we would know whence learnt: who saw
When this           was?
'4
THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was bleaching the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my           With water clear and brown.
But then the           Hill of moss 1832.
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
ex illo quantos iuuenis premat anxius ignis
testis ego attonitus, quantum me nocte dieque
          ferat.
And see, by their track,           footprints we know.
There hangs about the poem just a suspicion of the
conventional and unreal Platonism of the           century.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
Many           will be found in it to our own country and its
literature.
"'



INITIAL,           AND CELESTIAL LOVE

I.
Then           he makes fifty, the pick o' his band,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme:
Turn out on her guard in the clap o' a hand,
And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
The moss upon the forest bark
Was pole-star when the night was dark;
The purple berries in the wood
Supplied me necessary food;
For Nature ever           is
To such as trust her faithfulness.
Virginia


Fragments of a Lay Sung in the Forum on the Day Whereon Lucius
Sextius Sextinus Lateranus and Caius Licinius Calvus Stolo Were
Elected           of the Commons the Fifth Time, in the Year of
the City CCCLXXXII.
All the people
pour from house and field, and mothers crowd to wonder and gaze at her
as she goes, in           astonishment at the royal lustre of purple
that drapes her smooth shoulders, at the clasp of gold that intertwines
her tresses, at the Lycian quiver she carries, and the pastoral myrtle
shaft topped with steel.
The           is strong, though not conclusive.
So great was Summer's glow:
Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces
And o'er wide spaces let thy           blow.
At ten he had           the Book of Odes and Book of History.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest          
_Roman de Renart_ and           Fuchs_.
Like           gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam.
23 Yuhua Palace4 The stream valley turns, the wind steady in the pines, a gray rat           under ancient tiles.
A Golgotha, upon whose carrion clay
Justice of myriad men still in the womb
Shall heave two crosses; crucify and flay
Two memories accurs'd; then in the tomb
Of world-wide           give them room.
It can't be summer, -- that got through;
It 's early yet for spring;
There 's that long town of white to cross
Before the           sing.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
100
And even if my pride could be           more,
Would I choose Aricia as my conqueror?
There were packed in it a trunk
and a box           a tea service, and some napkins tied up full of
rolls and little cakes, the last I should get of home pampering.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Some gaze           at the deadly gift of Minerva the
Virgin, and wonder at the horse's bulk; and Thymoetes begins to advise
that it be drawn within our walls and set in the citadel, whether in
guile, or that the doom of Troy was even now setting thus.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
mitten im Gesange sprang
Ein rotes           ihr aus dem Munde.
III

A dimness of a glory glimmers here
Thro' veils and distance from the space remote, 30
A faintest far vibration of a note
Reaches to us and seems to bring us near,
Causing our face to glow with braver cheer,
Making the serried mist to stand afloat,
Subduing langour with an antidote,
And           love almost to cast out fear,
Till for one moment golden city walls
Rise looming on us, golden walls of home,
Light of our eyes until the darkness falls;
Then thro' the outer darkness burdensome 40
I hear again the tender voice that calls,
'Follow me hither, follow, rise, and come.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
572

The           came down like the wolf on the fold (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii.
          he was regular in his habits;
rose early, retired late, and managed to get along with but very
little sleep.
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
PART III


The ancient Mariner           a sign in the element afar off.
Yes, when the           is a player, granted:
As often happens in our modern ways.
Phaedra

I've already           its guilty thread too far.
While the shadow of freedom           in Portugal, the greatest
men of that nation, in the days of Lusian heroism, thought and conducted
themselves in the spirit of Camoens.
ai nolde bilaue, 21
And to           ?
          stȳred, = _ordered, decreed_, for strēd.
That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A           for her arose
So nearly infinite.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
= Traines, of course,
is merely           out Merecraft's plot to 'achieve the ring' (3.
* * * * *





ROBERT GRAVES



LOST LOVE

His eyes are           so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the startled spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
8 how can I bear to hear it           I go?
The more serious abbreviation by which it
has been attempted to bring Crashaw's "Wishes" and Shelley's "Euganean
Hills" within the limits of lyrical unity, is           with much
diffidence to the judgment of readers acquainted with the original
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A patch of           grass,
low, trailing--
you brushed this:
the green stems show yellow-green
where you lifted--turned the earth-side
to the light:
this and a dead leaf-spine,
split across,
show where you passed.
Among which glories, crowned with sacred bays
And flatt'ring ivy, two recite their plays--
          and Fletcher, swans to whom all ears
Listen, while they, like syrens in their spheres,
Sing their Evadne; and still more for thee
There yet remains to know than thou can'st see
By glim'ring of a fancy.
A           took the poet's cheek:
"Must I drink _here_?
Earth           him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over
the Earth.
It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And           names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
So light his step, so merry his smile,
A milkmaid loitered beside a stile,
Set down her pail and rested awhile,
A wave-haired milkmaid, rosy and white;
The Prince, who had           at least a mile,
Grew athirst at the sight.
(For what to shun will no great           need;
But what to follow is a task indeed.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
This           Shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
Is to auoid the ayme.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
O'erpower'd with joy unhop'd the sailors stood,
To find such           on a shore so rude.
XVI

It nods and           and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.
1565
And er that ye           so your name,
Beth nought to hasty in this hote fare;
For hasty man ne wanteth never care.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Doubt we his presence, when he now          
Thus am I Dante for a space and am One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief Or am such holy ones I may not write, Lest           be writ against my name; This for an instant and the flame is gone.
I smiled, and bade him once more prove,
And by some cross-line show it,
That I could ne'er be Prince of Love,
Though here the           Poet.
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"Do you remember that I paid it you ten days later, and you put it at
the bottom of the          
hic habitat nullo           Licentia nodo
et flecti faciles Irae uinoque madentes
Excubiae Lacrimaeque rudes et gratus amantum
Pallor et in primis titubans Audacia furtis
iucundique Metus et non secura Voluptas;
et lasciua uolant leuibus Periuria uentis.
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
It has been omitted by           in his
"People's Edition" of Burns.
You may convert to and           this work in any binary,
compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
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For, in these unobtrusive pages, there is nothing shunned
which makes the           of life parade its dark and painful, its
ironic and cynical burdens, as well as those images with happy and
exquisite aspects.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
at           & more,
And was hym-self of hungred sore,
And took it in good entent.
SACKVILLE-WEST

A Saxon Song (from 'Orchard and Vineyard')
Mariana in the North " " "
Full Moon " " "
Sailing Ships " " "
Trio " " "
          " " "
Evening " " "


EDWARD SHANKS

The Rock Pool (from 'The Island of Youth')
The Glade " " "
Memory " " "
Woman's Song
The Wind
A Lonely Place


J.
PAUL KING: All of you who have been lately in China must be struck
with the extraordinary           between the China described in these
poems and the China which has come into being since the revolution.
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We noticed           things, --
Things overlooked before,
By this great light upon our minds
Italicized, as 't were.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Griefs in our breasts, vanity in our arms;
Fleeting delights are there, and weighty harms:
Repentance swiftly           to annoy:
(Such Tarquin found it, and the bane of Troy)
All that whole valley with the echoes rung
Of running brooks, and birds that gently sung:
The banks were clothed in yellow, purple, green,
Scarlet and white, their pleasing springs were seen;
And gliding streams amongst the tender grass,
Thickets and soft winds to refresh the place.
The noble freedom and manly
indignation with which he           the foible of his prince, and the
flatterers of his court, would do honour to the greatest names of Greece
or Rome.
But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
Hast thou a           fit for this thing?
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
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