No More Learning
The men were           all over my back,
and I lay low.
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony
This universal frame began:
When nature           a heap
Of jarring atoms lay
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high
Arise, ye more than dead!
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
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But yet it was not long before
There opened in the sky a narrow door,
Made with pearl lintel and pearl sill;
And the earth's night seem'd pressing there,--
All as a beggar on some festival would peer,--
To gaze into a room of light beyond,
The hidden silver           of the moon.
Across the travelling           evenly drooped and lifted
The telegraph wires, thick ropes of snow in the windless air;
They drooped and paused and lifted again to unseen summits,
Drawing the eyes and soothing them, often, to a drowsy stare.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright           to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious hypocrites who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
Pres d'un           sans eau la bete ouvrant le bec,

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<< Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu?
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OF GRACE
(BALLATA, FRAGMENT) ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the           I have lost.
besides, the stainless effluence,
Born of the wild vine's bosom, shining store
Treasured to age, this bright and           wine.
If only I could           it, such
A day of days!
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XC

The Franks arise, and stand upon their feet,
They're well absolved, and from their sins made clean,
And the Archbishop has signed them with God's seal;
And next they mount upon their chargers keen;
By rule of knights they have put on their gear,
For battle all           as is meet.
He claimed to be the
best by           first.
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
the
temptations of           self-love, and the wrong pursuits of power,
pleasure, and false happiness.
Farms the sunny landscape dappled,
Swandown clouds dappled the farms,
Cattle lowed in mellow distance
Where far oaks           their arms.
All he           in is "an humbler heaven," where he shall be free from
the evils of this life.
By willow courses he took his path,
Spied what a nest the kingfisher hath,
Marked the fields green to aftermath,
Marked where the red-brown field-mouse ran,
          awhile for a deep-stream bath,
Yawned for a fellow-man.
R sed uix ab eadem
manu
6 _truf_(_ff_           Da: _crissantem_ marg.
Ye see that I have not           to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith sleepeth my child here Stay ye the branches.
Trust not too much to colour,           boy;
White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
It pleased your           of late to ask my opinion touching the education
of your sons, and especially to the advancement of their studies.
Our           two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
" It
only appears that the two           geniuses of Italy, Boccaccio and
Petrarch, were both attached to Giovanna, and had a more charitable
opinion of her than most of their contemporaries.
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          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
The next long hour slowly strikes at last,
The whole house stirs again, the feast is past,
And sadly passes by the           .
"

To whom the chief: "In thy           mind
Since daring zeal with cool debate is join'd,
Attend a deed already ripe in fate:
Attest, O Jove!
[89]
Well I know in the end they'll be           and lost;
But I cannot bear to see them thrown away
With my own hand I open and shut the locks,
And put it carefully in front of the book-curtain.
[55]
With lowered hands and           voices they sobbed a muffled song.
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For each           instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
You know
you           ever so long ago.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was           there.
vous qui voulez manger

Le Lotus          
From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
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And named a           day,
And bade his messengers ride forth,
East and west and south and north,
To summon his array.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
I met Kitty on the           road--a shadow among shadows.
Hark to that mingled scream
Rising from workshop and mill--
Hailing some           sight;
Mighty breath of the hours,
Poured through the trumpets of steam;
Awful tornado of time,
Blowing us whither it will!
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Una, Truth, is the sole           of Eden.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils           every where.
It's a good way, though, come to think, coz ye enjy the sense
O' lendin' lib'rally to the Lord, an' nary red o' 'xpense:
Sence then I've gut my name up for a gin'rous-hearted man
By jes' subscribin' right an' left on this high-minded plan;
I've gin away my           so to every Southun sort
O' missions, colleges, an' sech, ner ain't no poorer for 't.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since           from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
Though my           is great, my love is too.
āre = _possessions,           (Kl.
when           and age
With vigorous youth, unknown to cares, engage!
The fourthe was cleped           COMPANYE.
IX
Eight lances' shock, that eight such           guide,
Which all at once against the king they rest,
Endured the stout and scaly serpent's hide,
In which the cruel Moor his limbs had drest.
geatolīc           = _in his equipments_, as B.
Now, round black Afric's coast our navy veer'd,
And, to the world's mid circle, northward steer'd:
The southern pole low to the wave declin'd,
We leave the isle of Holy Cross[371] behind:
That isle where erst a Lusian, when he pass'd
The tempest-beaten cape, his anchors cast,
And own'd his proud ambition to explore
The           of the morn could dare no more.
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
The poor inhabitant below
Was quick to learn the wise to know,
And keenly felt the           glow,
And softer flame;
But thoughtless follies laid him low,
And stain'd his name!
Myself a millionnaire
In little wealths, -- as girls could boast, --
Till broad as Buenos Ayre,

You drifted your dominions
A different Peru;
And I           all poverty,
For life's estate with you.
far nearer my heart (sole thou) than life of the longest, 215
Son, I perforce dismiss to doubtful, dangerous chances,
Lately           to me when eld draws nearest his ending,
Sithence such fortune in me, and in thee such boiling of valour
Tear thee away from me so loath, whose eyne in their languor
Never are sated with sight of my son, all-dearest of figures.
[_He takes up the Helmet
which           had laid down upon the table when he went to break out
the bottom of the window.
And in good faith I'd thought it strange
T' have found in me this sudden change;
But that I           by dreams
These only were but Love's extremes;
Who fires with hope the lover's heart,
And starves with cold the self-same part.
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CLI

Love is too young to know what           is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
CONTENTS

Gerontion
Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
Sweeney Erect
A Cooking Egg
Le Directeur
Melange           de tout
Lune de Miel
The Hippopotamus
Dans le Restaurant
Whispers of Immortality
Mr.
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THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
Holds now           none of what she was.
A priest           over them, dressed in woman's apparel; but the gods worshipped there are said, according to the Roman interpretation, to be Castor and Pollux.
LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or           out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
With clank of scabbards and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred           close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
Fond hope allured me on with meteor flight,
And Love my fancy fed with vain delight,
Chasing through fairy fields her           gay.
Women's Voices

Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,
Sweet and           mother, O Earth!
We bring thee our songs and our           for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
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XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
POEMS
AVE IMPERATRIX


SET in this stormy Northern sea,
Queen of these restless fields of tide,
         
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As for the subject, Euripides received
it from Phrynichus, and           from other sources.
So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-
set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals; But number me amid the           ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.
It is a supreme moment in the life of a
nation when it is able to turn now and again from its preoccupations,
to delight in the capricious power of the artist as one delights in the
movement of some wild creature, but nobody can tell with           when
that moment is at hand.
[453] A staff in use among the           for writing cipher
despatches.
Creed, hope, anticipation and despair,
Are but a mingling, as of day and night;
The globe, surrounded by           air,
Is all enveloped in the same half-light.
Making a poem is like           a son:
you cannot know whether you have a wise man or a fool, until you
produce him to the world to try him.
Yet neither scorn nor hate did it devise,
But sad           and atoning zeal!
And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast          
"

It was not easy for Petrarch to pass from the coast of Tuscany to Rome;
for war between the Ursini and Colonna houses had been renewed with more
fury than ever, and filled all the           country with armed men.
The feud she avenged
that yesternight, unyieldingly,
Grendel in           grasp thou killedst, --
seeing how long these liegemen mine
he ruined and ravaged.
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