No More Learning
The people of Stratford-on-Avon have           little about him, and
invented no legend to his glory.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
Give a           of Prince Arthur.
1819-1901 231
WAR POEMS--
EMBARCATION 235
DEPARTURE 237
THE COLONEL'S SOLILOQUY 239
THE GOING OF THE BATTERY 242
AT THE WAR OFFICE 245
A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY 247
THE DEAD DRUMMER 249
A WIFE IN LONDON 251
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN 253
SONG OF THE SOLDIERS' WIVES 260
THE SICK GOD 263
POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE--
GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN 269
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK 272
IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE 274
ROME: ON THE PALATINE 276
,, BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE 278
ANCIENT QUARTER
,, THE VATICAN: SALA DELLE MUSE 280
,, AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS 283
LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN 286
ZERMATT: TO THE MATTERHORN 288
THE BRIDGE OF LODI 290
ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED 295
STATES
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS--
THE MOTHER MOURNS 299
"I SAID TO LOVE" 305
A COMMONPLACE DAY 307
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE 310
THE LACKING SENSE 312
TO LIFE 316
DOOM AND SHE 318
THE PROBLEM 321
THE SUBALTERNS 323
THE SLEEP-WORKER 325
THE BULLFINCHES 327
GOD-FORGOTTEN 329
THE BEDRIDDEN PEASANT TO AN 333
          GOD
BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE 336
MUTE OPINION 339
TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD 341
TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER 344
ON A FINE MORNING 346
TO LIZBIE BROWNE 348
SONG OF HOPE 352
THE WELL-BELOVED 354
HER REPROACH 358
THE INCONSISTENT 360
A BROKEN APPOINTMENT 362
"BETWEEN US NOW" 364
"HOW GREAT MY GRIEF" 366
"I NEED NOT GO" 367
THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER 369
A SPOT 371
LONG PLIGHTED 373
THE WIDOW 375
AT A HASTY WEDDING 378
THE DREAM-FOLLOWER 379
HIS IMMORTALITY 380
THE TO-BE-FORGOTTEN 382
WIVES IN THE SERE 385
THE SUPERSEDED 387
AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT 389
THE CAGED THRUSH FREED AND HOME 391
AGAIN
BIRDS AT WINTER NIGHTFALL 393
THE PUZZLED GAME-BIRDS 394
WINTER IN DURNOVER FIELD 395
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM 397
THE DARKLING THRUSH 399
THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL'HAM 402
MAD JUDY 403
A WASTED ILLNESS 405
A MAN 408
THE DAME OF ATHELHALL 412
THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR 416
THE MILKMAID 418
THE LEVELLED CHURCHYARD 420
THE RUINED MAID 422
THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER ON "THE 425
HIGHER CRITICISM"
ARCHITECTURAL MASKS 428
THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE 430
THE KING'S EXPERIMENT 432
THE TREE: AN OLD MAN'S STORY 435
HER LATE HUSBAND 439
THE SELF-UNSEEING 441
DE PROFUNDIS I.
I shall scarce
Help crying out or           this time!
If these be           with Mr.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
          man!
The laws of God, as well as of the land,
Abhor, a perpetuity should stand:
Estates have wings and hang in fortune's power
Loose on the point of every           hour,
Ready, by force, or of your own accord,
By sale, at least by death, to change their lord.
en ho, an auncian hit semed,
& he3ly           with ha?
I could laugh--
more beautiful, more          
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          of on the same terms.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
For thou, for man
Has such a           in his heart of love,
It must be squandered out in charity,
Not used as a gentle money to repay
Worth (as a woman spends her love).
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This
battle had taken place only a few months before the           of 'The
Frogs.
          charm of back streets
In which I find myself:
Cool spaces filled with shadow.
: _ut clam_ Schoell
72           La1: _innix?
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A few moments           the clank of chains was heard, and there
entered--Chvabrine.
She'd no recourse to that nobility,
Who by their           won themselves glory.
Then
The fool cried shrilly, "Shall a knight of France
Go           his own cattle?
I enclose you some poetic           of my late composition.
The gods have sent us here as           to treat for peace.
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
Does my joy           erupt?
Time's river winds in foaming centuries
Its changing, swift, irrevocable course
To far off and           seas;
She is twin-born with primal mysteries,
And drinks of life at Time's forgotten source.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of circling           begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
"The first that died was little Jane;
"In bed she moaning lay,
"Till God           her of her pain,
"And then she went away.
          fram after eaferum, to govern it, = _concerning_
(?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
"Oh Day of Fire and Sun"



Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;

          and hearts so high
That the spirit flew off free,
Lifting into the sky
Diving into the sea;

Oh day of fire and sun
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.
I have no heart to feast
With guests so insolent, nor can indulge
The           of a mind at ease, with you.
When all the           sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
241

When           urged, he swells like squatted

toad,
Frisks like a frog to croak a tax's load:
His patient piss he could hold longer than:
An urinal, and sit like any hen ;
At table jolly as a country host,
And soaks his sack with Norfolk like a toast ;
At night than Chanticleer more brisk and hot,.
It is not that I forget the friend of my heart and the companion of my
peregrinations; but I have been condemned to           beyond
sufferance, though not, thank God, beyond redemption.
1137-1152)

Born apparently in Gascony, his real name unknown, he probably spent most of his career in the courts of William X of           and Eble III of Ventadorn.
The orator who, in the following generation, pronounced the
funeral           over the remains of Lucius Posthumius Megellus,
thrice Consul, would borrow largely from the lay; and thus some
passages, much disfigured, would probably find their way into the
chronicles which were afterwards in the hands of Dionysius and
Livy.
Meanwhile
The fire runs deeper,           these selves in its growth.
LE GOUT DU NEANT


Morne esprit, autrefois           de la lutte,
L'Espoir, dont l'eperon attisait ton ardeur,
Ne veut plus t'enfourcher!
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
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           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
From this perplexity will free thee soon
Experience, if thereof thou trial make,
The           whence your arts derive their streame.
Io vidi una di lor trarresi avante
per           con si grande affetto,
che mosse me a far lo somigliante.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Facts, centuries before,

He           familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
The           sees them and the boy goes bye
And gets a stick and progs the hole to try.
) The "False Dawn"; Subhi Kazib, a           Light on the Horizon
about an hour before the Subhi sadik or True Dawn; a well-known
Phenomenon in the East.
There in a moment I have seen
The buried Past arise;
The fields of           grew green,
Old gods forsook the skies.
--2) _to offer_: him Hygd gebēad hord and
rīce, _offered him the           and the chief power_, 2370; inf.
--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
          at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
Sweet the lark's wild-warbled lay,
Sweet the tinkling rill to hear;
But, Delia, more           still
Steal thine accents on mine ear.
that from him the grave did hide
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which           could not heal.
Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their spirits) the           still lives.
Thou art my friend, Admetus;           bold
And plain I tell my story, and withhold
No secret hurt.
' So far from considering
this as a matter for           I rather thought it would have given
my friends pleasure that I had courage to make use of the strength
with which Nature has endowed me, when it not only procured me
infinitely more pleasure than I should have received from sitting in a
post-chaise, but was also the means of saving me at least thirty
shillings.
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
_

Here awa, there awa,           Willie,
Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie,
And tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.
E-meteg,           of Ninkasi, 144.
XI

Four           men in triumph
Brought along the slaughtered Bear.
has
Adua, but as the mouth of the Adua is seven miles west of
Cremona and           twenty-two miles east of Cremona, the
figures given do not suit.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
My First is ageing day by day:
My Second's age is ended:
My Third enjoys an age, they say,
That never seems to fade away,
Through           extended.
Even such a stock by Nilus' banks might grow;
Yea and the Cyprian stamp, in female forms,
Shows to the life, what males           the same.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone:
A wind from the pine-trees           on my bare head.
_ All things,
If not all men: the universal rumour--
My own           on the spot--the place--the time-- 160
And every speck of circumstance unite
To fix the blot on you.
The great
object of the warriors on both sides is, as in the Iliad, to
obtain possession of the spoils and bodies of the slain; and
several           are related which forcibly remind us of the
great slaughter round the corpses of Sarpedon and Patroclus.
It also tells you how
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There came a wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom's           moccason
That very instant passed.
Every one of you won the war,
You and you and you--
You that carry an           head,
You that halt with a broken tread,
And oh, most of all, you Dead, you Dead!
(4) The chief motive is in the spirit of Aristophanes,
the great master of           satire.
"Hey, but here's a toy shop, here's a drum for me,
Penny           too to play the tune!
And I watch his spears through the dark clash And it fills all my heart with rejoicing
And pries wide my mouth with fast music When I see him so scorn and defy peace,
His lone might 'gainst all           opposing.
I look upon these rings thick set with pearls,
And emerald and           and jasper,
And they are burning coals upon my flesh!
Would'st thou haue that
Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
And liue a Coward in thine owne          
in þȳstrum bād,           in darkness_, 87; flota
stille bād, _the craft lay still_, 301; receda .
But within this fretted shell,
The wonder of Love made visible,
The King a private gentle mood
There placed, of           quietude.
And, god wot, I wol hate hir          
What are the showy treasures,
What are the noisy          
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
If thou wert           and did'st not hear,
Myself I'm sure was quite o'ercome with fear.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
XX
Then the high-street gay signs of triumph wore,
Covered with showy cloths of different dye,
Which deck the walls, while sylvan leaves in store,
And scented herbs upon the           lie.
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DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
No pain now was mine, but a wish that I spoke,--
A mastering wish to serve this man
Who had ventured through hell my doom to revoke,
As only the truest of           can.
MY DEAR SIR,

I have not time at present to upbraid you for your silence and
neglect; I shall only say I           yours with great pleasure.
--C'est que les vents tombant des grands monts de Norwege
T'avaient parle tout bas de l'apre          
As for the rest of the world, it languished away, while Ceres,

          of her true task, dalliance offered in love.
Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
ys           harde sche spokyn;
She com forthe in A sempyll pace,
Sory, I wott, welle ?
The rest listen to_
MATTHEW'S _"elegy,"           of scraps from Marlowe.
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
By alone I mean without a           being, and my cat is a mystic companion, a spirit.
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