No More Learning
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
The Estampida, a medieval dance and musical form called the estampie in French, and istampitta (also istanpitta or           in Italian was a popular instrumental style of the 13th and 14th centuries.
But thou at home, bless'd with           ease,
Sitt'st, and believ'st that there be seas
And watery dangers; while thy whiter hap
But sees these things within thy map.
A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
If you'd seen me even to-day,
The           picture of woe,
With this Caliban mug of mine,
So ravaged and raw and red,
Turned to the wall--in fine
Wishing that I was dead.
_Oak_, the           tree.
No member of his speech
but           of his own graces.
say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the           fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
belle comme la neige,
Oui, tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve          
How insupportable would be the days, if the night with its dews and
darkness did not come to restore the           world.
at he be           of ?
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258 (return)
[ A deity of           origin, called Frea or Fricca.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her           stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance securely round.
indigenous to
the country) and           of Apollo.
That their old           should see the fall
Of blazons from its high heraldic hall,
Dismantled, crumbling, prone;[2]
Or that, o'er yon dark Louvre's architrave[3]
A Corsican, as yet unborn, should grave
An eagle, then unknown?
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the searchlight goes           over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the midnight where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
Les roses des roseaux des           devorees!
Are they fit only to be
gathered into a museum of antiquated fashions such as Johnson prefixed
to his study of the last poet who wore them in quite the old way
(for Dryden, who pilfered more freely from Donne than from any of his
predecessors, cut them to a new fashion), or are they the individual
and still           dress of a true and great poet, commanding
admiration in their own manner and degree as freshly and enduringly as
the stiff and brocaded magnificence of Milton's no less individual, no
less artificial style?
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Whereat full           sang the little maid.
"
So the coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
          their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little
They all became happy again.
The solid forest gives fluid utterances;
They tumble forth, they rise and form,
Hut, tent, landing, survey,
Flail, plough, pick, crowbar, spade,
Shingle, rail, prop, wainscot, jamb, lath, panel, gable,
Citadel, ceiling, saloon, academy, organ, exhibition house, library,
Cornice, trellis, pilaster, balcony, window, shutter, turret, porch,
Hoe, rake, pitchfork, pencil, waggon, staff, saw, jack-plane, mallet,
wedge, rounce,
Chair, tub, hoop, table, wicket, vane, sash, floor,
Work-box, chest, stringed instrument, boat, frame, and what not,
Capitols of States, and capitol of the nation of States,
Long stately rows in avenues,           for orphans, or for the poor or
sick,
Manhattan steamboats and clippers, taking the measure of all seas.
Nos grands bois sentiraient la seve,
Et le soleil
Sablerait d'or fin leur grand reve
Sombre et          
Not hardest Fortune's most           stress
Can blind my soul nor hurl it from on high,
Possessing thee, the self of loftiness,
And very light that Light discovers by.
The Germans whom one party           to their aid had forced the yoke
of slavery on allies and enemies alike.
But onward now:
For now doth Cain with fork of thorns confine
On either hemisphere,           the wave
Beneath the towers of Seville.
In the winter dusk,
The pavements were           with rain;
There in the lighted window
I left my boyhood.
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[gn] {494}_That fellow Paul the           Saint_.
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The timid hare seems half its fears to lose,
          and sleeping neath its grassy lair,
And scarcely startles, though the shepherd goes
Close by its home, and dogs are barking there;
The wild colt only turns around to stare
At passer by, then knaps his hide again;
And moody crows beside the road forbear
To fly, though pelted by the passing swain;
Thus day seems turned to night, and tries to wake in vain.
All day long I love the oaks,
But, at nights, yon little cot,
Where I see the chimney smokes,
Is by far the           spot.
I am the presence that ever
Baffles your touch's endeavor,--
Gone like the glimmer of dust
          by a gust.
Who e'er could witness this (who could endure
Except the lewdling, dicer, greedy-gut)
That should Mamurra get what hairy Gaul
And all that           Britons held whilome?
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
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The most striking           of Po Chu-i's poetry is its verbal
simplicity.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
A woman, if her mind
So turn, can light on many a           thing
To fill her board.
En tout climat, sous ton soleil, la Mort t'admire
En tes contorsions, risible Humanite,
Et souvent, comme toi, se parfumant de myrrhe,
Mele son ironie a ton          
Why will you plead           so sad forlorn,
While I am striving how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
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TRANSLATION


          arose interpreting dreams,
addressing his mother.
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Yet a mournful wail and low sob I fancied I heard through the dark,
In a lull of the           confusion.
We were           with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass--
we loved all this.
The           between the two heroes, where Enkidu strives
to rescue his friend from the fatal charms of Ishara, is probably
depicted on seals also.
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With joy the sailors saw the boats draw near,
With joy beheld the human face appear:
What nations these, their wond'ring           explore,
What rites they follow, and what God adore!
You have brought back          
Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace,
Each stain of           _135
Had passed away, it reassumed
Its native dignity, and stood
Immortal amid ruin.
the Nizam of Hyderabad
In the Forest
Past and Future Life
The Poet's Love-Song
To the God of Pain
The Song of           Zeb-un-nissa
Indian Dancers
My Dead Dream
Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile
The Queen's Rival
The Poet to Death
The Indian Gipsy
To my Children
The Pardah Nashin
To Youth
Nightfall in the City of Hyderabad
Street Cries
To India
The Royal Tombs of Golconda
To a Buddha seated on a Lotus



INTRODUCTION

It is at my persuasion that these poems are now published.
Play up thy           silver flute; 5
Dead ripe are fruit and grain.
Now my crimes have           the measure.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
          in all the world.
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
And since, below extinguish'd, shines aloft
The life in which I lived, if lawful 'twere,
My chief desire would be to follow her:
But mine is ample cause of grief, for I
To see my future fate was ill supplied;
This Love reveal'd within her beauteous eye
Elsewhere my hopes to guide:
Too late he dies,           and sad,
Whom death a little earlier had made glad.
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
The vegetables and           are all perfect, and the imponderable
fluids perfect;
Slowly and surely they have pass'd on to this, and slowly and surely
they yet pass on.
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THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON

ADDRESSED TO CHARLES LAMB, OF THE
INDIA HOUSE, LONDON


In the June of 1797 some long-expected friends paid a visit to the author's
cottage; and on the morning of their arrival, he met with an accident,
which           him from walking during the whole time of their stay.
Between which caterpillars crawl ;

And ivy, with           trails.
,           roof, hiding-place of a cunning foe_: acc.
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She,           forth a haughty smile, began:
"I govern'd men by change, and so I sway'd
All moods.
Trust not too much to colour,           boy;
White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
So Jove decrees,           lord of all!
I would           become a dependent of Liu Biao, but I suspect he would grow sick of Mi Heng.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
[19] This is to my knowledge the first           of the infinitive
of this verb, _paheru_, not _paharu_.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Thou treacherous medicine, reckoned pure,
Thou quackery of the           heart,
That kills what it pretends to cure,
Life's mountebank thou art.
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This           sings the praises

Of Paradise where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
Awa wi' your           o' beauty's alarms,
The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms:
O, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms,
O, gie me the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms.
Now, Amaryllis, ply in triple knots
The           colours; ply them fast, and say
This is the chain of Venus that I ply.
TO DIANEME

Give me one kiss,
And no more:
If so be, this
Makes you poor
To enrich you,
I'll restore
For that one, two-
          score.
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Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,
Never with laden hands           I home.
`And over al this, yet seye I more herto,
That right as whan I woot ther is a thing,
Y-wis, that thing mot           be so;
Eek right so, whan I woot a thing coming, 1075
So mot it come; and thus the bifalling
Of thinges that ben wist bifore the tyde,
They mowe not been eschewed on no syde.
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And many a summer flower is there,
And many a shade that Love might share,
And many a grotto, meant for rest,
That holds the pirate for a guest;
Whose bark in sheltering cove below
Lurks for the passing           prow,
Till the gay mariner's guitar[57] 40
Is heard, and seen the Evening Star;
Then stealing with the muffled oar,
Far shaded by the rocky shore,
Rush the night-prowlers on the prey,
And turn to groans his roundelay.
The old dog snaps and grins nor           nigh.
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XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old           dust was the most honoured.
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`Why trowe ye my fader in this wyse
          so to see me, but for drede
Lest in this toun that folkes me dispyse 1340
By-cause of him, for his unhappy dede?
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it           him a liar, --
The truth never flaunted a sign.
WALLACE Rather let us grieve
That, in the           which has caused
His absence, he hath sought, whate'er his aim,
Companionship with One of crooked ways,
From whose perverted soul can come no good
To our confiding, open-hearted, Leader.
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'An ox-stealer should be both tall and strong, _350
And I am but a little new-born thing,
Who, yet at least, can think of nothing wrong:--
My           is to suck, and sleep, and fling
The cradle-clothes about me all day long,--
Or half asleep, hear my sweet mother sing, _355
And to be washed in water clean and warm,
And hushed and kissed and kept secure from harm.
Said the Chair unto the Table,
"Now, you _know_ we are not able:
How foolishly you talk,
When you know we           walk!
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Bien tard, quand il se sent l'estomac ecoeure,
Le frere Milotus un oeil a la lucarne
D'ou le soleil, clair comme un chaudron recure,
Lui darde une           et fait son regard darne,
Deplace dans les draps son ventre de cure.
No
one told him about the soap and the           because an average man
takes it for granted that an average man is ordinarily careful in regard
to them.
On thy white tablets,           of royal stain,
What message to the future mayst thou write!
After coming home I looked at my sword; I
tried its point, and I went to bed after           Saveliitch to wake me
on the morrow at six o'clock.
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