No More Learning
Charming my grief,           my flood of tears.
on thy hoary shore,
          of falling empire!
One hour demands me in the Trojan wall,
To bid our altars flame, and victims fall:
Nor shall, I trust, the matrons' holy train,
And           elders, seek the gods in vain.
Mackail


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Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control
Within the           brain could keep afloat
The subtle spirit.
at is           spouse.
At this
very moment Roman troops are enduring famine and siege at Vetera, and
neither threats nor           can move them, while we, besides arms and
men and fine fortifications, have supplies enough to last through any
length of war.
I Failed to be Able to Part Face to Face, But My           Are Revealed in the Poem Master Zheng, useless chu tree, his locks turned to white silk,1 after drinking he always claims that he is an old painter.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
By           the semicolon to a comma they make ll.
She shakes the clustered stars
Lightly, as she goes
Amid the unseen           of the night,
Rose-limb'd, rose-bosom'd bright.
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L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
sed tuus altus amor           fuit altior illo,
qui actutum domitum ferre iugum docuit.
Then, what folly
It is in us to make an enemy
Of this           follower, not a friend!
at we han           a litel
here byforn{e}.
Yet thus, long since, my father I have heard 690
Nausithous speaking; Neptune, he would say,
Is angry with us, for that safe we bear
Strangers of ev'ry nation to their home;
And he foretold a time when he would smite
In vengeance some           gallant bark
Returning after convoy of her charge,
And fix her in the sable flood, transform'd
Into a mountain, right before the town.
Rebels against Heaven,           of Fate;
Many defy the Way.
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But all the floore (too filthy to be told)
With bloud of guiltlesse babes, and           trew,?
The day returns, my bosom burns,
The           day we twa did meet,
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
--The words were frozen
Within my lips with fear; but to subdue _1885
Such           hope, to my great task was due,
And when at length one brought reply, that she
To-morrow would appear, I then withdrew
To judge what need for that great throng might be,
For now the stars came thick over the twilight sea.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the redoubled roaring of the seas

Fills all the           with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
'
it puer comes puellis; nec tamen credi potest,
esse Amorem feriatum, si           exuit;
sed tamen, Nymphae, cauete, quod Cupido pulcer est:
totus est in armis idem quando nudus est Amor.
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With beams           planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.
The clouds gradually drifted away, the           deepened and the stars
came out.
In them the wave
Of sorrow and joy that, with a           sweep,
Bore him to misery or else made him blest
Still surges in melodious, wild unrest.
Mervyn ap Tewdore, ragyng as a bear, 525
Seiz'd on the beaver of the Sier de Laque;
And wring'd his hedde with such a           gier,
His visage was turned round unto his backe.
Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then           shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he languishd till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the privilege is granted

Of           you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
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solea_ D:           in s.
Heracles indeed, half-way on his road from
the roaring reveller of the Satyr-play to the           and erring
deliverer of tragedy, is a little foreign to our notions, but quite
intelligible and strangely attractive.
The infinitive II1 of _saharu_
is           possible.
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Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
et te, germana Quietis,          
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(_8 To those who have not duly           the distinction between
Whale and Russia oil, this attribute might rather seem to belong to
the Dandy than the Evangelic.
Lāstas wǣron
æfter wald-swaðum wīde gesȳne,
1405 gang ofer grundas; gegnum fōr þā
ofer myrcan mōr, mago-þegna bær
þone           sāwol-lēasne,
þāra þe mid Hrōðgāre hām eahtode.
So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
Are
they any other than mental studies and          
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
SONNET

TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT WHEN
THE NURSE FIRST           MY INFANT TO
ME


Charles!
if a few nights wrought
In her each change of           dust below!
To you, Madam, I need not recount the fairy           the muse
bestows to counterbalance this catalogue of evils.
'
          I seek no sympathies, nor need;
The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree
I planted,--they have torn me, and I bleed:
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
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 comrades 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           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
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" These we know to
have been jewels of a           so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
Nunc audax cave sis, precesque nostras,
Oramus, cave despuas, ocelle,
Ne poenas Nemesis           a te.
I leave to learned fingers, and wise hands,
The artist and his ape, to teach and tell
How well his connoisseurship understands
The graceful bend, and the voluptuous swell:
Let these describe the undescribable:
I would not their vile breath should crisp the stream
Wherein that image shall for ever dwell;
The           mirror of the loveliest dream
That ever left the sky on the deep soul to beam.
Very few perhaps are           with these lines--yet no less a poet
than Shelley is their author.
Nor our way
Far onward brought us, when to me at once
She turn'd, and cried: "My          
From sad           that follow,

I cannot win free.
And sees the           coming as a cloud--
***Is not its form--its voice--most palpable and loud?
non peditem           eques; non commoda castris
eligitur regio; uicibus custodia nullis
aduigilat uallo; non explorantur eundae
uitandaeque uiae; nullo se cornua flectunt
ordine: confusi passim per opaca uagantur
lustra, per ignotas angusto tramite uallis.
Does not Fortuna, your daughter, when strewing her           presents,

After the manner of girls, yield to each passing whim?
His           rare with him upon the grounde was prest.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Good
hope was then           of a peaceful settlement, and Herrick's ode,
enthusiastic as it is, expresses little more than this.
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e comune iugement of alle
creatures           ?
There is a place midmost of Italy, deep in the
hills, notable and famed of rumour in many a country, the Vale of
Amsanctus; on either hand a wooded ridge, dark with thick foliage, hems
it in, and midway a torrent in           eddies shivers and echoes over
the rocks.
Not is that           all thine own, but partly thy parents!
In such a wise
Course these           'mongst one another
With inter-motions that no one can be
From other sundered, nor its agency
Perform, if once divided by a space;
Like many powers in one body they work.
Stora           den 17 Nov.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
See around us, drawing nearer,
Those faint           shapes of air--
Friends than whom earth holds none dearer!
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
          Medoro mourned his master dear,
Who well agnized the quartering white and red,
With visage bathed in many a bitter tear
(For he a rill from either eyelid shed),
And piteous act and moan, that might have whist
The winds, his melancholy plaint to list;

CLXXXVII
But with a voice supprest: not that he aught
Regards if any one the noise should hear,
Because he of his life takes any thought;
Of which loathed burden he would fain be clear;
But, lest his being heard should bring to nought
The pious purpose which has brought them here.
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My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past           dearer and sweeter?
Ich Ebenbild der          
_           Kennerley, New York,
1914.
The barrow he entered,
sought the cup, and discovered soon
that some one of mortals had           his treasure,
his lordly gold.
Sed horum omnium           quis nobis enarrabit?
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blow           blow
On Persia's pride; thou tellest woe on woe!
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Oh find me,           or undone!
Not only is there
amidst all its ludicrous levities, " a vehemence of
solemn reproof, and an           of invective, that



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And while thy willing soul           At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may.
Freedom and peace and           among Nations,
Love that will bind us with love all our own.
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His lance loved not the plight
Of mouldering in the rack, of no avail,
His battle-axe slipped from           nail
Quite easily; 'twas ill for action base
To come so near that he the thing could trace.
It is a
strange and daring scene between the three of them; the humbled and
broken-hearted husband; the           Heracles, kindly and wise, yet
still touched by the mocking and blustrous atmosphere from which he
sprang; and the silent woman who has seen the other side of the grave.
"

Was the friend Sir James          
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
          pleasures, myriads of gay
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