No More Learning
Ay, my dear lady, in the mouths of two
Good           each word is true;
I've a friend, a fine fellow, who, when you desire,
Will render on oath what you require.
Oh, I know it,
'Tis the           of my Mumma!
Be she rough or smooth of skin;
When I touch I then begin
For to let           in.
And now, young prince, indulge my fond request;
Be Sparta           with his royal guest,
Till, from his eastern goal, the joyous sun
His twelfth diurnal race begins to run.
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What           within this prison pent!
What rumour without is there          
On Lenski's           fate
They long ago had held debate.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
"About the twenty-second year of my life," Petrarch writes to one of his
friends, "I became           with James Colonna.
Namque tuo aduentu uigilat           semper,
nocte latent fures, quos idem saepe reuertens,
Hespere, mutato comprendis nomine eosdem.
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[He kneels down]
My           lord-
KING RICHARD.
Gyges cried, how truly, king, you're blessed;
The skin how fair--how           all the rest!
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
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Was shet the riche chevesaile,

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Par           dusques as os,
Qu'il abaissent des bons les los,
Et desloent les aloes,
Et si loent les desloes.
Take it into my house; death itself could
not           me from her, if cooked with beet leaves.
Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the           chill?
"Go fetch them, wife; they will be           sore,
If with the dead alone they waken thus.
And now what cause
Hath spread divinities of gods abroad
Through mighty nations, and filled the cities full
Of the high altars, and led to practices
Of solemn rites in season--rites which still
          in midst of great affairs of state
And midst great centres of man's civic life,
The rites whence still a poor mortality
Is grafted that quaking awe which rears aloft
Still the new temples of gods from land to land
And drives mankind to visit them in throngs
On holy days--'tis not so hard to give
Reason thereof in speech.
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From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE

IN the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
          on black satin.
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Thyn herte, I trowe, be failed al;
Thou shalt repente in special,
If           the sothe knewe;
Thou shalt forthenke, and sore rewe.
Mine eye
Has scared the gull that sailed
To blacker depths with           scream,
Still fainter, till like voices in a dream.
          the foemen pour through the crash of window and door--
_Toll slowly.
"

So those two           dwelt there, fortified
In that strong city men had thought so frail.
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XIV There sate I down among the fair fresh flowers,
And saw the birds come           from their bowers,
Where they had rested them all night; and they,
Who were so joyful at the light of day,
Began to honour May with all their powers.
Is all that           Valour acts in vain?
LVIII

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
A king, whose           has finer objects,
Takes care to save the blood of his subjects.
'

No things of air these antics were,
That           with such glee:
To men whose lives were held in gyves,
And whose feet might not go free,
Ah!
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Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
"
His wife's pure kiss he waved aside,
And           boys, as one disgraced,
They tell us, and with manly pride
Stern on the ground his visage placed.
Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
They said, "This is a           thing!
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
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Oh,           and Ceres, do ye thus forsake your own blood?
XVIII

=Sonnet=

The palid thunderstricken sigh for gain,
Down an ideal stream they ever float,
And sailing on           in a boat,
Drown soul and sense, while wistfully they strain
Weak eyes upon the glistering sands that robe
The understream.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
THE Mount's old man, by means like these, could say;
He'd men devoted to support his sway;
Upon the globe no empire more was feared,
Or king or           like him revered.
Car ma           premiere est bien passee!
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Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
When the treacherous Rutulian urged us
headlong with sword and fire,           we broke thy bonds, and we
search for thee over ocean.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me,
That my soul cannot resist;

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And           sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Fur diesmal sieh dich immer satt;
Ich weiss dir so ein Schatzchen auszuspuren,
Und selig, wer das gute Schicksal hat,
Als           sie heim zu fuhren!
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
--vous rentrez aux cafes eclatants,
Vous           des bocks ou de la limonade.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of          
created by him in an           manner.
The grand saloon in which the           was to take place, was a
circular room, very lofty, and receiving the light of the sun only
through a single window at top.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
Then a damp gust
          rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As           for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
All           slept and smiled.
CLVII
He bids           the Moorish ensigns be
Borne to the camp, which fosse and rampart span.
Sawin was received some time in last June, and others
have           which will in due season be submitted to the publick.
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
Perchance she died in age--surviving all,
Charms, kindred, children--with the silver grey
On her long tresses, which might yet recall,
It may be, still a something of the day
When they were braided, and her proud array
And lovely form were envied, praised, and eyed
By Rome--But whither would           stray?
Now rounded, now           out, now narrowing,

Now tapering, now triangular, now forming

Ranks like flights of Cranes in frost-escaping line.
--But once
Three watchful shadows, deeper than the dark,
Laid hands on me and           me for the marks
Of traitor or of spy, only to find
Over my heart the badge of loyalty.
And wider still those billows of war
Thundered along the horizon's bar;
And louder yet into Winchester rolled
The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the           cold,
As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,
And Sheridan twenty miles away.
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O the of increase, growth, recuperation,
The joy of           and pacifying, the joy of concord and harmony.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
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Nicht
Kalt staunenden Besuch erlaubst du nur,
          mir, in ihre tiefe Brust
Wie in den Busen eines Freunds zu schauen.
          there was not one among all the Yankees who went to
Canada this time, who was not more splendidly dressed than I was.
The wild musician,

The one that in doubt expires

As to whether from his breast or mine

Has spurted the sob more dire

Torn apart may it complete

Find rest on some path          
Thus, my dear muses, again you've beguiled the           for me.
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So much was Baudelaire
absorbed in Poe that a writer of his times asserted that the translator
would meet the same fate as the           poet.
And send us prying into the abyss,
To gather what we shall be when the frame
Shall be resolved to something less than this
Its wretched essence; and to dream of fame,
And wipe the dust from off the idle name
We never more shall hear,--but never more,
Oh, happier          
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in           places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its loveliness become unto me
a thing of tears.
The tsar Ivan sought in monastic toil
Tranquility; his palace, filled erewhile
With haughty minions, grew to all appearance
A monastery; the very rakehells seemed
          monks, the terrible tsar appeared
A pious abbot.
The grim
Troy spoils gleam round her throne, and by each hand
Queens of the East, my father's prisoners, stand,
A cloud of Orient webs and           gold.
"

"Thy aid avails me not (the chief replied);
My own           shall their doom decide:
A witness-judge precludes a long appeal:
Suffice it then thy monarch to conceal.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
He that cuts the ear has left
The blade sticking at midway, for to turn
And ask the Duke "if 'tis not done
Thus far with nice precision," and the Duke
Leans down to see, and cries, "'tis           nice,
Shaved as thou wert ear-barber by profession!
XERXES

Cry out for me an           moan--

CHORUS

Alas, alas again!
"

So those two           dwelt there, fortified
In that strong city men had thought so frail.
Over           scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.
By loved Telemachus'           years?
It
proposes to do away with poverty and the           that it entails.
She came
close to the bed, and the           man recognized the Countess.
e           & ?
Nothing can
Quench the mind, if the mind will be itself
And centre of           things--'tis made
To sway.
My ruler is true lord of the Restoration,           striving indeed to manage affairs.
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Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token
From friend to friend of an           pain.
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