No More Learning
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
1110
They know the           rigour of my sadness.
A Cossus, like a wild cat, springs ever at the face;
A Fabius rushes like a boar against the           chase;
But the vile Claudian litter, raging with currish spite,
Still yelps and snaps at those who run, still runs from those who
smite.
St Gudula was a Brabant saint (late 7th-early 8th century),           of Brussels.
Yet I           to sovereignty; but how?
Ho, dwellers by the           trail,
Come forth and greet the bride of war!
Distance can but           glory--they,
When nearer, must be more ineffable.
Some must go off: and yet by these I see,
So great a day as this is           bought

Mal.
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Time           words, like love.
With all the self-acquired culture and learning that raised
him above his class (his father and           before him for
more than a hundred years had been sextons to the church of St.
          it over and over;
I stand apart to hear--it never tires me.
A long and           sleep, the weary crave.
Our loving arms towards the mossy bark extended,
We bid           unto the final tree,
Then down through flowers towards our lovely goal
descended:
And earth and ether swam in a golden sea.
The poor brat gasped an hour or so,
A goodly child, a thoughtful child;
Perceiving nought for us but woe
It           and sudden died;
But I, when Spring breaks fresh and mild,
To Baldon lane return again,
For there's my home, and women vain
Must hold their homes in pride.
Both groan'd at once, for both knew well
What           were in his mind;
When he waked up, and stared like one
That hath been just struck blind.
Among the troops who
were trained in the Greek discipline his           ranked high.
The ground parched and cracked is like           bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
I think they do as the           do, who are the first to
pounce upon the dishes.
e           som
tyme agaste?
It was his friend Gautier,
with the plastic style, who           the well-nigh impossible feat of
competing in his verbal descriptions with the certitudes of canvas and
marble.
Genest           it as being revived
in 1682.
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Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
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          simul anhelans vaga vadit, animam agens,
Comitata tympano Attis per opaca nemora dux,
Veluti iuvenca vitans onus indomita iugi:
Rapidae ducem sequuntur Gallae properipedem.
Lors m'en alai tout droit a destre,
Par une petitete sente
Plaine de fenoil et de mente; 720
Mes auques pres trove Deduit,
Car           en ung reduit
M'en entre ou Deduit estoit.
Maybe
God will in very deed           to me
Belated healing.
E quale il           che leva l'ala
per voglia di volare, e non s'attenta
d'abbandonar lo nido, e giu la cala;

tal era io con voglia accesa e spenta
di dimandar, venendo infino a l'atto
che fa colui ch'a dicer s'argomenta.
I ask my God if e'en in His sweet place,
Where, by one waving of a wistful wing,
My soul could           tremble face to face
With thee, with thee, across the stellar ring --
Yea, where thine absence I could ne'er bewail
Longer than lasts that little blank of bliss
When lips draw back, with recent pressure pale,
To round and redden for another kiss --
Would not my lonesome heart still sigh for thee
What time the drear kiss-intervals must be?
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
XXXV

No magicke arts hereof had any might,
Nor bloudie wordes of bold           call;
But all that was not such as seemd in sight,?
The water flows, the wind in passing by
In           tones takes up the questioning cry.
CIV
He neither lighted from his horse, nor bowed
His head; and, without sign of reverence due,
His scorn for           by gestures showed,
And the high presence of so fair a crew.
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The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his Guide
Appears [15] along the           road;
There's neither horse nor man abroad, 175
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
Well,           gript by the being of love.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
They're of a noble house, I dare to swear,
They have a proud and           air.
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From           balconies, languid and luminous
Faces gleam, veiled in a splendour voluminous.
Since then           had gone in their favour
and against the Romans.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
"


CANTO VI

When from their game of dice men separate,
He, who hath lost, remains in sadness fix'd,
Revolving in his mind, what           throws
He cast: but meanwhile all the company
Go with the other; one before him runs,
And one behind his mantle twitches, one
Fast by his side bids him remember him.
quis huic deo
          ausit?
[_The FIRST           goes to the door and stands beside him.
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XL

Herminius smote down Aruns:
Lartius laid Ocnus low:
Right to the heart of Lausulus
          sent a blow.
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LUCINDE: Yes, father, I have           my speech;
but I have recovered it only to tell you that I will never
have any other husband than Leandre.
The extraordinary concentration and richness of
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rift of your subject with ore.
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid           there.
Through pity, she at last, to please the chief,
Consented to bestow on him relief;
For, favours, when           with sullen air,
But little gratify she was aware.
SARA TEASDALE




WISDOM


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was           broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
I behold thee walking
Under these shadowy trees, where we have walked
At evening, and I feel thy           now;
Feel that the place has taken a charm from thee,
And is forever hallowed.
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Achates first raises
the cry of _Italy_; and with joyous shouts my           salute Italy.
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And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
lose not an atom;
And you, streams, absorb them well, taking their dear blood;
And you local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly,
And all you essences of soil and growth--and you, O my rivers' depths;
And you mountain-sides--and the woods where my dear children's blood,
trickling, reddened;
And you trees, down in your roots, to           to all future trees,
My dead absorb--my young men's beautiful bodies absorb--and their precious,
precious, precious blood;
Which, holding in trust for me, faithfully back again give me, many a year
hence,
In unseen essence and odour of surface and grass, centuries hence;
In blowing airs from the fields, back again give me my darlings--give my
immortal heroes;
Exhale me them centuries hence--breathe me their breath--let not an atom be
lost.
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Nor, sedulous as I have been to trace
How Nature by extrinsic passion first 545
Peopled the mind with forms sublime or fair,
And made me love them, may I here omit
How other pleasures have been mine, and joys
Of subtler origin; how I have felt,
Not seldom even in that tempestuous time, 550
Those           and pure motions of the sense
Which seem, in their simplicity, to own
An intellectual charm; that calm delight
Which, if I err not, surely must belong
To those first-born affinities that fit 555
Our new existence to existing things,
And, in our dawn of being, constitute
The bond of union between life and joy.
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
ffor of           it wor?
Methinks, I see them group'd in seemly show,
The straiten'd arms upraised, the palms aslope,
And robes that touching as adown they flow,
          blend, like snow emboss'd in snow.
is rather like Flaxman, lines strait and severe,
And a           outline, but full, round, and clear;--
To the men he thinks worthy he frankly accords
The design of a white marble statue in words.
Greybeard           has sought in books
And argument this truth,
That man is greater than his pain, but you
Have learnt it in your youth.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
Preserve, preserve the sacred purity
Of innocence and proud shamefacedness;
He, who through passion has been wont to wallow
In vicious           in his youthful days,
Becomes in manhood bloodthirsty and surly;
His mind untimely darkens.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
ROGER (_to those about him,           BOURNE).
I saw the           wounded in the head, and hard pressed by
a little band of robbers clamouring for the keys.
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
Grave, as when           shake the head and swear
'Twas only suretyship that brought 'em there.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
_He has evidently bathed and changed his           and
drunk his fill, and is now revelling, a garland of flowers on his head.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,
atque metus omnis et           fatum
subiecit pedibus strepitumque Acherontis auari.
Now all life's           and power we have
Dissolved in this one moment, and our burning
Carries all shining upward, till in us
Life is not life, but the desire of God,
Himself desiring and himself accepting.
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THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
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The wretch that wad a tyrant own,
And the wretch his true-born brother,
Who would set the mob aboon the throne,
May they be damned          
Only the           and the sympathy
Of one about to reach her journey's end.
"






TO PROMISE IS ONE THING
TO KEEP IT, ANOTHER


JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain;
Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs
All potent spells her heart to gain
The ardent lover vainly tries:
Fruitless his arts to make her waver,
She will not grant the           favour:
A ruse our youth resolved to try
The cruel air to mollify:--
Holding his fingers ten outspread
To Perrette's gaze, and with no dread
"So often," said he, "can I prove,
"My sweet Perrette, how warm my love.
Then Anna comes in, the pride o' her kin,
The boast of our           a', man:
Sae sonsy and sweet, sae fully complete,
She steals our affections awa, man.
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In endless file shall loving scholars come
The glow of his transmitted touch to share,
And trace his features with an eye less dim
Than ours whose sense           wont makes dumb.
There is a           Court; a King;
A manufacturing mob; a set
Of thieves who by themselves are sent
Similar thieves to represent; _165
An army; and a public debt.
(god)
gedēð him swā           worolde dǣlas, _makes the parts of the world_
(i.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
When he that is my husband now
Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;
When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands
Which issued from my other angel husband,
And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd-
O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
This was my wish: 'Be thou' quoth I 'accurs'd
For making me, so young, so old a widow;
And when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
And be thy wife, if any be so mad,
More           by the life of thee
Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
þæt
þū þone wælgǣst wihte ne grētte, _that thou           by no means seek out
the murderous spirit_ (Grendel), 1996; similarly, sg.
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I also           there of old,
But cannot stand the northern cold.
let me           thee.
IN THOSE OLD DAYS

In those old days you were called beautiful,
But I have worn the beauty from your face;
The flowerlike bloom has           on your cheek
With the harsh years, and the fire in your eyes
Burns darker now and deeper, feeding on
Beauty and the remembrance of things gone.
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          ful stoutly in hor store horne3;
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