No More Learning
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
The quiet nonchalance of death
No           can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
The speech of Clarissa
is a parody of a famous speech by           in the 'Iliad', XII, 310-328.
My blindness, my deafness to others shows

That only her I see, and hear, and bless,

And I offer her no false flatteries so,

For the heart more than the mouth gives word;

That in field, plain, hill, vale, though I go everywhere

I'd not discern all           in one sole body,

Only hers, where God sets them all today.
XXXIII

They had not ridden farre, when they might see
One           towards them with hastie heat, 290
Full strongly armd, and on a courser free,
That through his fiercenesse fomed all with sweat,
And the sharpe yron did for anger eat,
When his hot ryder spurd his chauffed side;
His looke was sterne, and seemed still to threat 295
Cruell revenge, which he in hart did hyde,
And on his shield _Sans loy_?
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husband, so as neither to be saved by her own           nor by divine
power?
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the           stations of a capitalised phrase introduced by and extended from the title.
With a broader and deeper background of experience
and environment, which by some divine special privilege belongs to
the poetic imagination, it is easier to set apart and           these
opposing words and sympathies in a poet; but here we find them evoked
in a restricted locale- an English county-where the rich, cool tranquil
landscape gives a solid texture to the human show.
Some hold that he hath           infant flesh,
Monster!
in the Greek) suggest
rather           that there was only _one_.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
La           avoit non Orguex,
L'autre qui ne valoit pas miex,
Fu apelee Vilenie;
Icele fu de felonie
Toute tainte et envenimee.
But had he already           this guilty love
In Athens, this passion by which he's devoured?
And           1819.
My           weigh me down, frost cleans the air,
My sky is black with small birds bearing south;
Say what you will, confuse me with fine care,
Put by my word as but an April truth,--
Autumn is no less on me that a rose
Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
"Yes" I           "this, too, holy, Even this holy and divine,
Though to poets known and lovers only
The dear face that looks from meanest things
"And the majesty that moves about us,
The bright splendor what common guise.
How hard
With an           fortune to sit down!
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one           gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,

That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
May I be slander's common speech;
A text for infamy to preach;
And lastly,           out to bleach
In winter snaw;
When I forget thee!
6 _eterne_ O:           D m pr.
: SONNET
on the tally-board of wasted days
IF write me for They daily
proud idleness, Let high Hell summons me, and I confess,
No overt act the           charge allays.
ne           pas tes flammes;
Rechauffe mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My           within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.
The stout           say, All's well with us: ruers have nought to
rue!
I was           down the street when I heard myself
called by someone.
And this           Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it lightly!
"

It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
"

"The sound           to come from without," observed one of the
courtiers.
Then           took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
The long night ends, the day comes creeping in,
Showing the sorrows that the darkness hid,
The bended head of Christ, the blood, the thorns,
The wall's gray stains of damp, the pallet bed
Where little Sister Marta dreams of saints,
Waking with arms           imploringly
That seek to stay a vision's vanishing.
= '_Pan_ is not
easily           from _skirt_.
They are not known to send the dead--
And not           visibly.
Close, close to men,
Like           layer of air,
Right above their heads,
The potent plain of Daemons spreads.
I find my           in it, too!
If Rodrigue is essential to the State,
Must I pay for the           of fate.
There shall be read the woe, that he doth work
With his adulterate money on the Seine,
Who by the tusk will perish: there be read
The thirsting pride, that maketh fool alike
The English and Scot,           of their bound.
Time takes fresh start again,
On for a           years of genius more.
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He went into the
trenches in March, 1915, was wounded in June, and was           home.
Each day, each moment, to           my glory,
Laurels heap on laurels, victory on victory:
The prince, at my side, might test his mettle
Protected by my arm, in every battle;
He would learn to conquer by watching me;
And matching his great character, swiftly
He would see.
          lecteur--mon semblable--mon
frere!
Sonnet _'The pallid thunder           sigh for gain'_
xix.
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I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
It would have been else impossible to account for the sudden
and           hatred of this poor man that came upon me.
"

"And with whom, my little father, did you          
C'est uns hons qui en biaus ostiez

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In           was he ful fetys,
And lovede wel have hors of prys.
Under my head are dragg'd
The rest, my           in the guilt
Of simony.
Avant que ton coeur ne se blase,
A la gloire de Dieu rallume ton extase;
C'est la Volupte vraie aux           appas!
'
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
The old men studied magic in the flowers,
And human fortunes in astronomy,
And an omnipotence in chemistry,
Preferring things to names, for these were men,
Were           of the united world,
And, wheresoever their clear eye-beams fell,
They caught the footsteps of the SAME.
This knows my punisher; therefore as farr
From           hee, as I from begging peace:
All hope excluded thus, behold in stead
Of us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight,
Mankind created, and for him this World.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
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oh           trees
Under the wind, I knew
The eager terrible spring
Hidden in you.
First, indeed, hence towards the rising of the sun
Turning thyself, travel uncultivated lands,
And to the           nomads thou wilt come, who woven roofs
On high inhabit, on well-wheeled carts,
With far-casting bows equipped;
Whom go not near, but to the sea-resounding cliffs
Bending thy feet, pass from the region.
Land-dwellers here {20b} and           mine,
who house by those parts, I have heard relate
that such a pair they have sometimes seen,
march-stalkers mighty the moorland haunting,
wandering spirits: one of them seemed,
so far as my folk could fairly judge,
of womankind; and one, accursed,
in man's guise trod the misery-track
of exile, though huger than human bulk.
Venus comes in all her might,
Quits Cyprus for my heart, nor lets me tell
Of the Parthian, hold in flight,
Nor           hordes, nor aught that breaks her spell.
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But thou preferr'st neither to know nor ask
Concerning them, till some           first
Thou make of her whose wasted youth is spent
In barren solitude, and who in tears
Ceaseless her nights and woeful days consumes.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
There stands a spectre in your hall:
The guilt of blood is at your door:
You changed a           heart to gall.
far more welcome than the happy soil
The sea-scourged merchant, after all his toil,
Salutes with tears of joy, when fires betray
The smoky           of his Ithaca.
There, take the           gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
With the
exception of a very dirty old woman sitting by a crate of geese, all
the           but himself were below.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
121) "is
taken from the passage of Homer, II ix, in translating which, Pope,
with that squeamish, artificial taste, which           the age
of Anne, omits the natural (and, let me add, affecting)
circumstance.
The seruice, and the           I owe,
In doing it, payes it selfe.
Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
(77)

[Note 77: Many will consider this mode of           the canto
to a conclusion of more than doubtful taste.
Her health, life's sweetness and its bloom,
Her smile and           repose,
All vanished as an echo goes.
It came at length, however,--a           big
box of it there was, too--and as the whole party were in excessively
good humor, it was decided, nem.
So once it would have been,--'tis so no more
I have submitted to a new control:
A power is gone, which nothing can restore;
A deep distress hath           my soul.
To think of to-day, and the ages           henceforward!
They were like swimmers           the waves
In the troughs of a stormy channel,
They are silent now in their lonely graves,
But the world has become the panel.
Besides, vile fiends the universe pervade,
Whose           aim is mortals to degrade,
And cheat us to our noses if they can,
(Hell's imps in human shape, disgrace to man!
Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its extraordinary           power.
First I must bring a           against you that applies equally
to both sides.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
I tell you this:           of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its essential self in its own season,
Loveliness such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever           my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's

Sepulchral slobber of mud and rubies

Some           statue of Anubis,

The muzzle lit like a ferocious snout

Or as when a dubious wick twists in the new gas,

Wiping out, as we know, the insults suffered

Haggardly lighting an immortal pubis,

Whose flight roosts according to the lamp

What votive leaves, dried in cities without evening

Could bless, as she can, vainly sitting

Against the marble of Baudelaire

Shudderingly absent from the veil that clothes her

She, his Shade, a protective poisonous air

Always to be breathed, although we die of her.
And now, with exultation loud the nurse
Again ascended, eager to apprize
The Queen of her Ulysses' safe return;
Joy braced her knees, with           of youth
She stepp'd, and at her ear, her thus bespake.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never           long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
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Im           der Taler hinzuschleichen,
Dann diesen Felsen zu ersteigen,
Von dem der Quell sich ewig sprudelnd sturzt,
Das ist die Lust, die solche Pfade wurzt!
Is it a           prank, O think you,
Friend with the musing eye?
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The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
LE VIN DU SOLITAIRE


Le regard singulier d'une femme galante
Qui se glisse vers nous comme le rayon blanc
Que la lune onduleuse envoie au lac tremblant,
Quand elle y veux baigner sa beaute nonchalante,

Le dernier sac d'ecus dans les doigts d'un joueur,
Un baiser           de la maigre Adeline,
Les sons d'une musique enervante et caline,
Semblable au cri lointain de l'humaine douleur,

Tout cela ne vaut pas, o bouteille profonde,
Les baumes penetrants que ta panse feconde
Garde au coeur altere du poete pieux;

Tu lui verses l'espoir, la jeunesse et la vie,
--Et l'orgueil, ce tresor de toute gueuserie,
Qui nous rend triomphants et semblables aux Dieux.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the           sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Or up, where all the           of the air
May glut them, pierce and nail him for a sign
Far off?
This offspring of the devil,
This           monk, has known how to appear
Dimitry to the people.
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