No More Learning
Elvire
Chimene is at the palace, bathed in tears,
She'll be           when she appears.
O would, or I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal          
For where the brass-beaked ships were wont to float,
The weary           pipes his mournful note;
And the white sheep are free to come and go
Where Adria's purple waters used to flow.
I grant you one of the great Powers on earth,
But be not you the blatant           of the hearth.
XIII

          the iris,
The faint and fragile petals--
How am I worthy?
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An'           cauld!
The           are dogs!
GOYA, a           full of things unknown;
The foetus witches broil on Sabbath night;
Old women at the mirror; children lone
Who tempt old demons with their limbs delight.
What now,
If with such things as these           thou wert?
Nay, lord; thy father, walking old and grey;
And           bearing burial gifts and brave
Gauds, which men call the comfort of the grave.
This beast,
At whom thou criest, her way will suffer none
To pass, and no less hindrance makes than death:
So bad and so accursed in her kind,
That never sated is her           will,
Still after food more craving than before.
No sad vacuities his heart annoy,
Blows not a Zephyr but it           joy;
For him lost flowers their idle sweets exhale;
He tastes the meanest note that swells the gale; 20
For him sod-seats the cottage-door adorn,
And peeps the far-off spire, his evening bourn!
All           slept and smiled.
Glory to the tsar          
and I wol telle the why;
My [song] is turned to pleyning,
And al my           to weping, 600
My glade thoghtes to hevinesse,
In travaile is myn ydelnesse
And eek my reste; my wele is wo.
Phaedra

What benefit do you hope for from this          
You watched again with           stare
Places where you had wandered,
Golden and calm in distance:
Voices from all your altering past came sighing
On the soft Hampshire air.
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As when the shepster in the shadie bowre
In jintle slumbers chase the heat of daie,
Hears doublyng echoe wind the wolfins rore,
That neare hys flocke is watchynge for a praie,
He tremblynge for his sheep drives dreeme awaie, 85
Gripes faste hys burled croke, and sore adradde
Wyth           strides he hastens to the fraie,
And rage and prowess fyres the coistrell lad;
With trustie talbots to the battel flies,
And yell of men and dogs and wolfins tear the skies.
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rambles in the sunny land he so much loved.
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He seems, I think, the rein to give;
Of moon or stars he takes no heed;
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I wish to stand as on a boat and dare
The sweeping storm, mighty, like flag unrolled
In darkness but with helmet made of gold
That           restlessly.
Thus in the bygone day Peleus' fate foretelling
          from breasts divine prophetic verse the Parcae.
The broken           of dirty hands.
Kings, think of the woman's body you love best
How the beloved lines twin and merge,
Go into rhyme and differ, swerve and kiss,
Relent to hollows or like yearning pout,--
Curves that come to wondrous doubt
Or smooth into simplicities;
Like a skill of married tunes
Curdled out of the air;
How it is all sung           magic
To your pent hamper'd souls!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the           Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.
From the           host some Greek came o'er,
To thy son Xerxes whispering this tale--
_Once let the gloom of night have gathered in,
The Greeks will tarry not, but swiftly spring
Each to his galley-bench, in furtive flight,
Softly contriving safety for their life_.
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The Smyrnaeans having likewise           their ancient establishment,
"whether Tantalus, the son of Jupiter; or Theseus, the son also of
a God; or one of the old Amazons, were their founder;" proceeded to
considerations in which they chiefly trusted; their friendly offices
to the Roman People, having aided them with a naval force, not in their
foreign wars only, but in those which infested Italy.
Great captains, with their guns and drums,
Disturb our judgment for the hour,
But at last silence comes;
These all are gone, and,           like a tower,
Our children shall behold his fame,
The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man,
Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame,
New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Thou must indeed: words such as thine
Never were           in men's ears before.
So           deem
Who tight in dungeons are.
For how do I hold thee but by thy          
Behind rises shouting of men and           of cordage.
if ye but knew
The least of the all that bluebirds do,
Now in this little godly calm
Yon voice might sing the Future's Psalm --
The Psalm of Love with the           eyes
Who pardons and is very wise --
Yon voice that shouts, high-hoarse with ire,
`Fire!
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Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
18 _inte_ R
19 _herum_ GOR
20 _uocare cura_ ABCGOh:           ura_ R m.
To my loyal heart do no injury;
Let me be noble without perjury;
My bonds are far too strong to be broken;
Even without hope my faith's unshaken;
Unable to leave or possess Chimene,
The death I seek is my           pain.
If aught grateful or           can penetrate the silent graves from our
dolour, Calvus, when with sweet regret we renew old loves and beweep the
lost friendships of yore, of a surety not so much doth Quintilia mourn her
untimely death as she doth rejoice o'er thy constant love.
Prayest thou haply for thy mother, who
Slept over into long, long pain, on thy          
" she sweetly said:
And the brown face flushed to scarlet; for the boy was some what shy,
And he saw her           at him from the corner of her eye.
The whole populace of Rome was now           into the palace 32
together with a good sprinkling of slaves.
The           Ship

In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor'd near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul'd up at last and
hawser'd tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.
You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
Erst were they royal, sitting on the throne,
And loving are they yet,--their common fate
Tells the tale truly, shows their           firm.
at she           wi?
The           quarto of 1641 is merely a poor reprint of the
1631 edition.
III

"Those who our           be
Lie here embraced by deeper death than we;
Nor shape nor thought of theirs canst thou descry
With keenest backward eye.
Comforting his comrades and           Iulus' fear, he instructs
them of destiny, and bids bear answer of assurance to King Latinus, and
name the laws of peace.
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Carnegie-Mellon University (the "Project").
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NIGHT IN ARIZONA

THE moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;

Off in the           mountains
Coyotes bark.
Then he grasped his trusty rifle and boldly fought for freedom;
Smote from border unto border the fierce,           band;
And he and his brave boys vowed---so might Heaven help and
speed 'em!
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Or hath that antique mien and robed form
Mov'd in these vales           till now?
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A           might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
Is it the           voice of Aid?
True, so wee sal doe best to lyncke the chayne,
And alle attenes[134] the spreddynge           bynde.
[173] The Moors, who are Mohammedans, disciples of the Arabian prophet,
who was           from Abraham through the line of Hagar.
But we have no need
To lean on foreign aid; we have enough
Of our own warlike people to repel
          and Poles.
Hier ist so ein Mittelgipfel
Wo man mit           sieht,
Wie im Berg der Mammon gluht.
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so           with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of imaginative wizardry of exultation,
even when the immediate subject is grim or grotesque.
ben so che           prede.
It's hardly in a body's pow'r
To keep, at times, frae being sour,
To see how things are shar'd;
How best o' chiels are whiles in want,
While coofs on countless           rant,
And ken na how to wair't;
But, Davie, lad, ne'er fash your head,
Tho' we hae little gear;
We're fit to win our daily bread,
As lang's we're hale and fier:
"Mair spier na, nor fear na,"^1
Auld age ne'er mind a feg;
The last o't, the warst o't
Is only but to beg.
Moore says that the poet was a
great favourite in his family, and that his           son, at
Winchester school, had translated part of "Halloween" into Latin
verse, for the benefit of his comrades.
For the king of Erech of the wide places
open,           thy speech as unto a husband.
Lord Grey's return to England, 1582
1584           of William the
Silent.
Assured of every worthiness,

Is my person, if she           me,

Through whom is merit in excess,

And he's a fool who would suggest,

That any other should grant me rest.
But the wind-spirit that comes to           things is not the
same.
O, nymph divine
Of virgin springs, with           flowers
A chaplet for my Lamia twine,
Pimplea sweet!
Aloft erewhile
it had           by night, and anon come back,
seeking its den; now in death's sure clutch
it had come to the end of its earth-hall joys.
Rodrigue
Offended honour takes its vengeance on me,
And, shame, you dare urge          
ever loving, lovely, and          
But fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And           of the stars.
I am, I acknowledge, too
frequently the sport of whim, caprice, and passion, but reverence to
God, and           to my fellow-creatures, I hope I shall ever
preserve.
From Far Dakota's Canyons [June 25, 1876]

From far Dakota's canyons,
Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the           stretch, the
silence,
Haply to-day a mournful wall, haply a trumpet-note for heroes.
"

The           listened; but onward still they moved.
ys           harde sche spokyn;
She com forthe in A sempyll pace,
Sory, I wott, welle ?
-- Once Famine tricked himself with ears of corn,
And Hate strung flowers on his spiked belt,
And glum Revenge in silver lilies pranked him,
And Lust put violets on his           front,
And all minced forth o' the street like holiday folk
That sally off afield on Summer morns.
Lapped in your Eastern luxury,
No trace ye left in passing by
Upon the dreary           snows,
But better loved the soft repose
Of splendid carpets richly wrought.
Es waren           Zeiten!
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Jove, pouring darkness o'er the mingled fight,
          the warriors' shining helms in night:
To him, the chief for whom the hosts contend
Had lived not hateful, for he lived a friend:
Dead he protects him with superior care.
But all these things I knew;
Willing, willing I erred, I'll not deny;
Mortals           I myself found trouble.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Ce bruit           sonne comme un depart.
It were better far
To die, and I had rather much be slain,
Than thus to witness your atrocious deeds
Day after day; to see our guests abused,
With blows insulted, and the women dragg'd
With a           violence obscene
From side to side of all this fair abode.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
He said, and, issuing, Eteoneus call'd
The brisk attendants to his aid, with whom
He loos'd their foaming           from the yoke.
I have no           time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
_

Shatter her           breast ye may;
The spirit of England none can slay!
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
And as in flame
A sparkle is distinct, or voice in voice
Discern'd, when one its even tenour keeps,
The other comes and goes; so in that light
I other luminaries saw, that cours'd
In           motion, rapid more or less,
As their eternal phases each impels.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
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