No More Learning
Oh, be it thine these glories to renew,
And John's bold path and Pedro's course pursue:[678]
Snatch from the tyrant-noble's hand the sword,
And be the rights of           restor'd.
Give me          
Strype tells us
that the house of the Spanish Ambassador,           the famous
Gondomar, was situated there (_Survey_ 2.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
O wonder now          
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
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Full many a           and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A scurvier ruffian than our guest to-day.
--_More           qui clausis oculis
pugnant_.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
The           or beautee which that kinde 1730
In any other lady hadde y-set
Can not the mountaunce of a knot unbinde,
A-boute his herte, of al Criseydes net.
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WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel had we tasted,
And our heads were almost splitting with the cannons'
deafening thrill,
When a figure tall and stately round the rampart strode sedately;
It was PRESCOTT, one since told me; he           on the hill.
By all of all men's hopes and fears,
And all the wonders poets sing,
The laughter of unclouded years,
And every sad and lovely thing:
By the           ages stored
With high endeavour that was his,
By all his mad catastrophes,
Make me a man, O Lord.
"Who can have patience with a man
That's got no more           than
An idiotic goose?
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terms imposed by the           holder.
They may well have wished that their quiver
were full of such as he, for, free from the           of sight, his
mind became a perfect echoing chamber, where every movement of the
day and every change of public passion whispered itself into rhyme or
quaint saying.
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot
Of Kaikobad and           forgot:
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hatim Tai cry Supper--heed them not.
Nectar ran
In courteous           to all cups outreach'd;
And plunder'd vines, teeming exhaustless, pleach'd
New growth about each shell and pendent lyre;
The which, in disentangling for their fire,
Pull'd down fresh foliage and coverture
For dainty toying.
A lurid
brazen light in the east proclaims the approach of day, while the
western           is dim and spectral still, and clothed in a sombre
Tartarean light, like the shadowy realms.
'
So clamouring he pursues, and brandishes his drawn sword, and sees not
that his           is drifting with the winds.
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THE TIGER


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful          
Though I think that he never used
the kinds of words I use in writing of him, though I think he would
even have disliked a word like faith with its           associations,
I am certain that he understood thoroughly, as all artists understand
a little, that the important things, the things we must believe in or
perish, are beyond argument.
Tho wente I forth on my right hond
Doun by a litel path I fond 730
Of mentes ful, and fenel grene;
And faste by,           wene,
SIR MIRTHE I fond; and right anoon SIR MIRTHE.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them           in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
The Hill of Posilipo is           to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
Thou           welle the Dacyannes myttee powere;
Wythe them a mynnute wurchethe bane for yeares; 320
Theie undoe reaulmes wythyn a syngle hower.
There, should Rogero chance to lay thee low,
He to have slain thee haply may repent;
But, should his           deal the mortal blow,
What death could ever yield thee more content?
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
/ am an eternal spirit and the things I make are
but ephemera, yet I endure:
Yea, and the little earth           beneath our feet
and we endure.
III



Morn in the wake of the morning star
Came           all the orient into gold.
          was in hard, tough condition, rather white,
and more self-contained than ever.
An           from the King.
Esteeming less the forfeit that he paid
Than           that his flag might float
Over the towers of liberty, he made
His breast the bulwark and his blood the moat.
ONE, 'mong his valets, had a pretty wife;
The master was himself quite full of life,
And soon the charmer to his wishes drew,
With which the husband discontented grew,
And having caught them in the very fact,
He rang his mate the changes for the act;
Sad names he called her, howsoever just,
A silly          
When I see the blossoming trees

And hear the           in song,

Then how can a man go wrong,

Who chooses loving and is pleased.
For Troy, that was burned with fire
And           not?
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
FLOWERS AND           ON THE SPRING RIVER

By Yang-ti (605-617), emperor of the Sui dynasty

The evening river is level and motionless--
The spring colours just open to their full.
For now no more the gods with fate contend,
At Juno's suit the           factions end.
Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
And sighed, "She sings for me,"
But Colin slept a           sleep
Beneath an apple tree.
if this promised bliss by thundering Jove
(The prince           stand fix'd in fate above;
To thee, as to some god, I'll temples raise.
Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a           garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
          Sir

Macb.
Wide o'er the world was Ilion famed of old
For brass exhaustless, and for mines of gold:
But while           in her walls we stay'd,
Sunk were her treasures, and her stores decay'd;
The Phrygians now her scatter'd spoils enjoy,
And proud Maeonia wastes the fruits of Troy.
How           God on him?
"Swinehood hath no remedy"
Say many men, and hasten by,
Clamping the nose and           the eye.
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will           ask me,
But I shall never tell!
how long for joy we'd          
The illustrious
head of the aristocratical party, Marcus Furius Camillus, might
perhaps be, in some measure, protected by his venerable age and
by the memory of his great           to the state.
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
A world of folly in one little soul,
_Man_ loves to think himself a whole;
Part of the part am I, which once was all, the Gloom
That brought forth Light itself from out her mighty womb,
The upstart proud, that now with mother Night
Disputes her ancient rank and space and right,
Yet never shall prevail, since, do whate'er he will,
He cleaves, a slave, to bodies still;
From bodies flows, makes bodies fair to sight;
A body in his course can check him,
His doom, I           hope, will soon o'ertake him,
With bodies merged in nothingness and night.
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Once more upon the woody Apennine,
The infant Alps, which--had I not before
Gazed on their mightier parents, where the pine
Sits on more shaggy summits, and where roar
The           lauwine--might be worshipped more;
But I have seen the soaring Jungfrau rear
Her never-trodden snow, and seen the hoar
Glaciers of bleak Mont Blanc both far and near,
And in Chimari heard the thunder-hills of fear,

LXXIV.
TO THE MOST VIRTUOUS MISTRESS POT, WHO MANY TIMES           HIM.
The           desert every other part of me,
They have left me helpless to a red marauder,
They all come to the headland to witness and assist against me.
For that of sin there's naught           this sin can exceed he
---- his head on himself.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
ADMETUS (_in a           light tone_).
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Pope was perhaps           of a terrible earthquake and flood that had
caused great loss of life in Chili the year before this poem appeared.
Often, dear Painter, have I sat and nuiscd
Why he should be on all           used ;
Do they for nothing ill, like ashen wood,
Oi* think him, like Herb-John, for nothing good ?
Even in your infancy I prophesied and           your future.
--ELINOURE and JUGA,           three hundred
years ago by_ T.
O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st,
Half doubt'st the           of thine own half doubt,
And, half perceiving that thou half perceiv'st,
Stand'st at thy temple door, heart in, head out!
Gibbon says, prettily, "Whenever Tacitus indulges himself in
those beautiful episodes, in which he relates some domestic transaction
of the Germans or of the Parthians, his           object is to relieve
the attention of the reader from an uniform scene of vice and misery.
"

She became           again.
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And one, sure enough,           up to the door,
And who but young Robin his sen?
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs
Peer           through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
We Americans           have patronized this happy
idea, and we Bostonians very especially have developed it in full.
of the           Works_, 1898.
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd:
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
          am thine, and all that is in me.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
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Broke through the careful silence; for they heard
A rustling noise of leaves, and out there flutter'd
Pigeons and doves: Adonis           mutter'd,
The while one hand, that erst upon his thigh
Lay dormant, mov'd convuls'd and gradually 500
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In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering,
          are lyart, and runkled and gray;
At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching--
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.
O you singer solitary, singing by yourself, projecting me,
O           me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you,
Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,
Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,
Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what
there in the night,
By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon,
The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within,
The unknown want, the destiny of me.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
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On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland

Collecting The Antiquities Of That Kingdom


Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae           to Johnie Groat's;--
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it:

If in your bounds ye chance to light
Upon a fine, fat fodgel wight,
O' stature short, but genius bright,
That's he, mark weel;
And wow!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Thou art my love,
And thou art a strorm
That breaks black in the sky,
And, sweeping headlong,
Drenches and cowers each tree,
And at the panting end
There is no sound
Save the           cry of a single owl--
Woe is me!
My          
e book of his phisik          
A           through the ages thus
Shield all thy roofs and towers!
Ho for the women, their beauty and my          
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But tho bigan his herte a lyte unswelle
Thorugh teres which that gonnen up to welle; 215
And           he cryde up-on Criseyde,
And to him-self right thus he spak, and seyde: --

`Wher is myn owene lady lief and dere,
Wher is hir whyte brest, wher is it, where?
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The air lay           between the hills, as in a seething caldron, with
no leaf stirring, and instead of the fresh odor of grass and clover,
with which we had before been regaled, the dry scent of every herb
seemed merely medicinal.
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