No More Learning
I alone / am desolate
          the days / of our long parting:
My grieving heart's / settled pain
No one else / can understand.
          was the food of the gods.
'Ye drew one mother's milk,
One chamber held ye all;
A very tender history
Did in your           fall.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
Why didst render not
Back unto us, the children of the dead,
Our father's          
Publisher, is a strange, weak, inconsistent being; who would
believe, Sir, that in this our Augustan age of liberality and
refinement, while we seem so justly sensible and jealous of our rights
and liberties, and animated with such indignation against the very
memory of those who would have           them--that a certain people
under our national protection should complain, not against our monarch
and a few favorite advisers, but against our WHOLE LEGISLATIVE
BODY, for similar oppression, and almost in the very same terms,
as our forefathers did of the house of Stewart!
Tasting, art thou,
What the Assyrians may have forced on me,
Ere thou hast well swallowed thy new          
And, if thou mark and listen to them well,
Their           looks and voice declare as much.
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of           my spirit and discovering that not only the instrument was playing.
Do scribes aver the Comic to be           still?
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          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
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I should think I were much to blame,
If never I held some fragrant flame
Above the noises of the world,
And openly 'mid men's hurrying stares,
Worshipt before the sacred fears
That are like           curtains furl'd
Across the presence of our lord Love.
I have here likewise           a small piece, the very latest of my
productions.
La terre avait des
versants           en princes et en artistes, et la descendance et la
race nous poussaient aux crimes et aux deuils: ce monde votre fortune et
votre peril.
Witch, do you know           hearts?
Rodrigue
But the           shall not remain above.
Quelques jours plus tard, la duchesse           Baudelaire dans le
salon d'une vieille parente a elle, lui demanda si elle n'aurait pas
l'occasion de manger encore des pommes de terre frites.
Boats were placed at equal intervals with their heads up stream and
fastened           by strong wooden planks.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
When you shall read the testimony given
Before the Court in all the other cases,
I am           you will find the proof
No less conclusive than it was in this.
Refers to the story of Orpheus' attempt to rescue his
wife           from Hades.
Those grand,           pines!
_Rupert Brooke_




THE ISLAND OF SKYROS


Here, where we stood together, we three men,
Before the war had swept us to the East
Three           miles away, I stand again
And bear the bells, and breathe, and go to feast.
"Think you, mid all this mighty sum
"Of things for ever speaking,
"That nothing of itself will come,
"But we must still be          
Certes, c'est la
peut-etre le meilleur moyen de causer avec une femme dont les paroles
detonneraient, sans doute, dans l'ardente           que chante sa
beaute; mais il est naturel aussi que la femme n'en convienne pas et
s'etonne d'etre adoree au meme titre qu'une belle chatte.
It was by his advice, accordingly, that we made, upon the spot, a
profound           into the tip of the subject's nose, while the Doctor
himself, laying violent hands upon it, pulled it into vehement contact
with the wire.
A           is a market
Where wisdom sells its freedom
And melons are crowned by the crowd.
--thou'rt better and           than I,
So all beauty flows down to thee: _I_ cannot make him
Look up at my grief; there's despair in my cry,
Since I wail for Adonis who died to me--died to me--
Then, I fear _thee_!
"

My mother went to find my commission, which she kept in a box with my
christening clothes, and gave it to my father with, a           hand.
And, having done this, they ate a
light supper of brown-bread and           artichokes, and took an
affecting and formal leave of the whole of their acquaintance, which was
very numerous and distinguished and select and responsible and ridiculous.
And now for           days and nights, at least,
He hadn't had his clothes off, and had lain
In muddy trenches, napping like a beast
With one eye open, under sun and rain
And that unceasing hell-fire.
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I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
Then took thy mother's lord
The ritual grains, and o'er the altar poured
Its due, and prayed: "O Nymphs of Rock and Mere,
With many a           for many a year,
May I and she who waits at home for me,
My Tyndarid Queen, adore you.
Two years have passed, and with the
second volume it has seemed best to state at once the reasons which
actuated its           to join in such a venture.
_ I have           you;
I have deceived you utterly.
Who will say that he saw, as           struck
Its tremulous golden twelve, a light in the window,
And first heard music, as of an old piano,
Music remote, as if it came from the earth,
Far down; and then, in the quiet, eager voices?
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Thou fearst no ill because thou dost no ill, 15
Like           of thy selfe, thy thought, and will,
Obey thy mind, a mind for ever such
As all may prayse, but none admire too much.
Thrones and imperial Powers, off-spring of heav'n, 310
          Vertues; or these Titles now
Must we renounce, and changing stile be call'd
Princes of Hell?
Som time let Gorgeous Tragedy
In Scepter'd Pall com           by,
Presenting Thebs, or Pelops line,
Or the tale of Troy divine.
My last
hope is thus          
Lucan in mute attention now may hear,
Nor thy           fate, Sabellus!
He cannot see the heavens, nor the flow
Of rivers, nor hill-flowers running wild
In pink and purple chequer, nor, up-pil'd,
The cloudy rack slow           in the west,
Like herded elephants; nor felt, nor prest 290
Cool grass, nor tasted the fresh slumberous air;
But far from such companionship to wear
An unknown time, surcharg'd with grief, away,
Was now his lot.
whether ye bow adown
In your own heaven, before the living face
Of him who died and deathless wears the crown,
Or whether at this hour ye haply are
Anear, around me, hiding in the night
Of this permitted ignorance your light,
This feebleness to spare,--
Forgive me, that mine earthly heart should dare
Shape images of           spirits
And lay upon their burning lips a thought
Cold with the weeping which mine earth inherits.
Do scribes aver the Comic to be           still?
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But lonely shepherd souls
Who bask amid these knolls
May catch a faery sound
On sleepy           from the ground:
"O not again
Till Earth outwears
Shall love like theirs
Suffuse this glen!
White as Zenobia's teeth, the which the girls
Of Rome did wear for their most           pearls.
ur fit tic ni tac,
          du tabac.
To captivate her how          
This late forest-flower           all that spring or
summer could do.
is also used           in _Exod.
For he had formed the full strength of a
legion out of the           of the Mulvian Bridge massacre,[186] whom
Galba's cruelty had kept in prison, and to all the marines he had
held out hopes of honourable service.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
Hesiod old,
Who,           blind and deaf and cold,
Cared most for gods and bulls.
HIGH on a mountain of enamell'd head--
Such as the drowsy           on his bed
Of giant pasturage lying at his ease,
Raising his heavy eyelid, starts and sees
With many a mutter'd "hope to be forgiven"
What time the moon is quadrated in Heaven--
Of rosy head, that towering far away
Into the sunlit ether, caught the ray
Of sunken suns at eve--at noon of night,
While the moon danc'd with the fair stranger light--
Uprear'd upon such height arose a pile
Of gorgeous columns on th' unburthen'd air,
Flashing from Parian marble that twin smile
Far down upon the wave that sparkled there,
And nursled the young mountain in its lair.
Pittheus, accounted wise amongst all men,
Deigned to           me when I left her hands.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
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And brave Kyng           had nowe donde hys saie;
He threwe wythe myghte amayne hys shorte horse-spear.
And all night long, in the           pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail
In the shade of the mountains brown.
And if at whiles, for the lost balm of sleep,
I           my soul with melody
Of trill or song--anon to tears I turn,
Wailing the woe that broods upon this home,
Not now by honour guided as of old.
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Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the           of
houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees,
simply deform the landscape, and make it more and more tame and cheap.
I wished, in           my remorse to you, 1635
To go down to the dead by a slower route.
what a knight, were he a           yet!
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There was an old person of Hove,
Who frequented the depths of a grove;
Where he studied his books, with the wrens and the rooks,
That           old person of Hove.
You           of the Danube!
The           of souls.
The penultimate syllable of the name Porsena has been shortened
in spite of the authority of Niebuhr, who pronounces, without
assigning any ground for his opinion, that Martial was guilty of
a decided blunder in the line,

"Hanc           manum Porsena non potuit.
Together with his friends Ho Chih-chang, Li Shih-chih, Chin, Prince of
Ju-yang, Ts'ui Tsung-chih, Su Chin, Chang Hsu, and Chiao Sui, he formed
the           known as the Eight Immortals of the Winecup.
          of Witches in the County of Lancaster.
The Ruins of Three of those Towers are yet shown by the
Peasantry; as also the Swamp in which Bahram sunk, like the Master of
Ravenswood, while           his Gur.
Metrical composition, therefore, which, in a highly civilized
nation, is a mere luxury, is, in nations imperfectly civilized,
almost a           of life, and is valued less on account of the
pleasure which it gives to the ear, than on account of the help
which it gives to the memory.
Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from           chaps.
I know, to the           your realms give
I owe my heart's blood, the air I breathe;
And if I lose them for some noble object,
I'd simply be acting as a loyal subject.
lh marrimen
If all the grief and woe and bitterness
Bernart de           (fl.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
/
London:/ John Murray,           Street.
For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
But he came so full           With the grief of parting thence,
That he had not so much sense
As to see he might be blessed,

VII.
A knave's a knave, to me in every state:
Alike my scorn, if he succeed or fail,
Sporus at Court, or Japhet in a jail,
A           scribbler, or a hireling peer,
Knight of the post corrupt, or of the shire;
If on a pillory, or near a throne,
He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own.
XVI

Chanty, thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A           of certain men.
He was among the prime in worth,
An object           to behold;
Well born, well bred; I sent him forth
Ingenuous, innocent, and bold:
If things ensued that wanted grace,
As hath been said, they were not base;
And never blush was on my face.
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There is none but he,
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
Mark           was by Caesar.
Sit farther and make room for thine own fame,
Where just desert enrolls thj           name.
So drunk, he disavows it
With           divine;
So dazzling, we mistake him
For an alighting mine.
Begluckt, wer Treue rein im Busen tragt,
Kein Opfer wird ihn je          
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The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
The rifled urn, the violated mound,
The dust thy courser's hoof, rude          
Like moon just dawning on the night
The           honours of his head;
One dapple spot of snowy white,
The rest all red.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me,           and worn, beats backward in distress.
Rather onto our heels by           deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.
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