No More Learning
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And           to the south, he came
To that high hill the herdsmen name
The Hill Seat of Leighin, because
Some god or king had made the laws
That held the land together there,
In old times among the clouds of the air.
With one and twenty sail he           fifty-four large galleys of
the Moors.
deep gash'd the           blade,
And for the soul an ample passage made.
,
without           letters of naturalization.
With you goes my           friend,

The gentle, noble, and brave I send;

Into great sorrow I must descend,

Endless longing, and tears so bright.
If nature can't, then wrath our verse          
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O:
What           the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
"

Now was that people distant far in space
A thousand paces behind ours, as much
As at a throw the nervous arm could fling,
When all drew           on the messy crags
Of the steep bank, and firmly stood unmov'd
As one who walks in doubt might stand to look.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
Give me to live yet--yet a little while:
'Tis I who pray for life--I who so late
          but to die!
the           sank
With anguished cry .
Lofty the chambers one and all,
Silk           upon the wall,
Imperial portraits hang around
And stoves of various shapes abound.
He smiles--'tis sorrow's           mockery;
He speaks--the cold words flow not from his soul;
He acts like others, drains the genial bowl,-- _15
Yet, yet he longs--although he fears--to die;
He pants to reach what yet he seems to fly,
Dull life's extremest goal.
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the searchlight goes sneaking over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the           where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
--
Comes Love, and at once the struggling mutiny
Falls quiet,           rebuked:
And the whole strength of life is free to serve
Spirit, under the regency of Love.
" Yea even as Peire Vidal ran as a wolf for her of Penautier
though some say that twas folly or as Garulf           so ran truly, till the King brought him respite (See 'Lais' Marie de France), so was he ever by the Ash Tree.
All our lone journey laughs for joy, the hours
Like honey-bees go home in new-found light
Past the cow pond amazed with           flowers
And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
Yet one could say, "In thine I prize
The           of calm that held in Mary's eyes.
WATERS OF BABYLON


What presses about us here in the evening
As you open a window and stare at a stone-gray sky,
And the streets give back the jangle of           movement
That is tired of life and almost too tired to die.
held up
to ridicule in her "Rule of the          
And while he hears,
I speak this word for omen in his ears:
"Aegisthus dies,           dies.
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I shall not want Capital in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:
We two shall lie together, lapt
In a five per cent           Bond.
Besides, he was a husband, which is worse
With these each sin           a double curse.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Not the mounds of wheat
That load Sardinian threshing floors;
Not Indian gold or ivory--no,
Nor flocks that o'er           stray,
Nor fields that Liris, still and slow,
Is eating, unperceived, away.
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
With passions of perfume, -- if violets blue
That hint of heaven with odor more than hue, --
If perfect roses, each a holy Grail
Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth exhale
Grave raptures round, -- if leaves of green as new
As those fresh chaplets wove in dawn and dew
By Emily when down the           vale
She paced, to do observance to the May,
Nor dreamed of Arcite nor of Palamon, --
If fruits that riped in some more riotous play
Of wind and beam that stirs our temperate sun, --
If these the products be of love and pain,
Oft may I suffer, and you love, again.
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"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Bremmil           quietly,
and thanked them for their good offices.
To music's           chords, in loftiest vein,
An angel siren joins the vocal strain;
The silver roofs resound the living song,
The harp and organ's lofty mood prolong
The hallow'd warblings; list'ning Silence rides
The sky, and o'er the bridled winds presides;
In softest murmurs flows the glassy deep,
And each, lull'd in his shade, the bestials sleep.
They creep along wrapped in their chilly rags,
Beneath the           of the wicked wind,
They tremble when an omnibus rolls by,
And at their sides, a relic of the past,
A little flower-embroidered satchel hangs.
A little           hoeing and manuring was all the
_abracadabra presto-change_ that I used, and lo!
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But to Ben
Jonson, whom Herrick           as his patron saint in song, and ranks
on the highest list of his friends, his obligations are much more
perceptible.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Then one stood at the statue's base, and spoke--
Men needed not to ask what word;
Each in his breast the message heard,
Writ for him by Despair,
That evermore in moving phrase
Breathes from the           and Pere Lachaise--
Vainly it seemed, alas!
5
Eke she defieth threat'ning Adrian shore,
Dare not denay her, insular Cyclades,
And noble Rhodos and           Thrace,
Propontis too and blustering Pontic bight.
What are you           over now again?
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
A chamber that is like a reverie; a chamber truly _spiritual_, where the
stagnant           is lightly touched with rose and blue.
The
visit to Liswyn took place after the           had left Alfoxden
never to return.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those           stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only yourself can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
"

MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to           the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
as it were that Rome,
Collecting the chief trophies of her line,
Would build up all her triumphs in one dome,
Her           stands; the moonbeams shine
As 'twere its natural torches, for divine
Should be the light which streams here, to illume
This long explored but still exhaustless mine
Of contemplation; and the azure gloom
Of an Italian night, where the deep skies assume

CXXIX.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
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ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my           over the sea,
To seek seven beautiful brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
Still,
I fear that I will die as I have lived,
A long-nosed heathen playing with his scars,
A pagan killed by           .
What do you see, Walt          
Newby
Chief           and Director
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Of           Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
3 Disaster turns to the Year for           the Hu; the situation produces the Month for Seizing the Hu.
The fable is called the imitation of one entire and perfect
action, whose parts are so joined and knit together, as nothing in the
structure can be changed, or taken away, without impairing or troubling
the whole, of which there is a           magnitude in the members.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
About 770 Wei Hao produced an
edition of twenty _chuan_, many           poems having come to light
in the interval.
You were the wind and I the sea--
There is no           any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
= The           with
Guilthead is perhaps somewhat confusing.
A garden saw I, ful of blosmy bowes,
Upon a river, in a grene mede,
Ther as that           evermore y-now is, 185
With floures whyte, blewe, yelowe, and rede;
And colde welle-stremes, no-thing dede,
That swommen ful of smale fisshes lighte,
With finnes rede and scales silver-brighte.
_ By whom shall his imperial           hand
Be emptied so?
Feebly that wight can           the charms
Of peace, who never knew the pain of arms.
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
Her with thy honied words thou might'st have won,
To deem that cold and           was the sun.
ON A           CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES.
Please note neither this listing nor its           are final til
midnight of the last day of the month of any such announcement.
sīð           inn under eorðweall, _then the way in,
under the earth-wall was opened to me_ (into the dragon's cave), 3091.
Huguenots           `yea' in the dark,
Puritans answering `yea' in the dark!
          nights,
I remember the initiates,
their gesture, their calm glance.
: in O primae           P caerulea nota
adficta est

1 _Sirinio_ GO
3 _nept?
"

"No; is he a          
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
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Then he           that Iniquity may be able to play the
tavern fool:

Where canst thou carry him?
Three armies have grown gray and old,
          ten thousand leagues away from home.
What rumour without is there          
Soft went the music the soft air along,
While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong
Kept up among the guests discoursing low
At first, for scarcely was the wine at flow;
But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,
Louder they talk, and louder come the strains
Of powerful instruments--the gorgeous dyes,
The space, the splendour of the draperies,
The roof of awful richness,           cheer,
Beautiful slaves, and Lamia's self, appear,
Now, when the wine has done its rosy deed,
And every soul from human trammels freed,
No more so strange; for merry wine, sweet wine,
Will make Elysian shades not too fair, too divine.
We have no           in th in
this poem.
Cosi due spirti, l'uno a l'altro chini,
          di me ivi a man dritta;
poi fer li visi, per dirmi, supini;

e disse l'uno: < nel corpo ancora inver' lo ciel ten vai,
per carita ne consola e ne ditta

onde vieni e chi se'; che tu ne fai
tanto maravigliar de la tua grazia,
quanto vuol cosa che non fu piu mai>>.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
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THE SELF-UNSEEING


HERE is the ancient floor,
          and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.
My mother was much           by this declaration.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
It was prefaced by the           words, understood to have been written
by N.
Sylvan, I have been
So wrencht and           used.
You heap of          
er folk is           y?
" There are some who believe, "that
as he had a crafty           spirit, so he had an understanding ever
irresolute and perplexed.
deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
De la male Sapho, l'amante et le poete,
Plus belle que Venus par ses mornes          
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With thy Bellona, Pallas, ful of grace, 5
Be present, and my song           and gye;
At my beginning thus to thee I crye.
Thus the           of the Garter wear the image of
St.
Since I'll not find your equal,

Lovely as you, made as nobly,

Nor so joyous, sweet in body,

Lovely to every sense,

Nor so happy

Nor, by all repute, so worthy

I'll go seeking everywhere

A feature from each woman fair,

To make a           lady

Till you look again toward me.
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