No More Learning
Would but some winged Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern           otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
Farming in those deserted          
And now with anxious eye thou look'st about,
While the relentless shade draws on its veil,
For some sure shelter from approaching dews,
And the           steps of nightly foes.
          by the lips
Of mortal man!
But if he had
been orthodox of the orthodox, his           obviously could have been
directed only to the form of doubt it sought to overcome.
God the tyrant's cause          
[633] No doubt           appeared on the stage carrying some herbs in his
hand or wearing them in his belt, so as to recall his mother's calling.
Petrarch passed the winter of 1346-47 chiefly at Avignon, and made but
few and short           to Vaucluse.
The broken           of dirty hands.
"AT length we reach'd AEolias's sea-girt shore,
Where great           the sceptre bore,
A floating isle!
E io: <
THE PANTHER


His weary glance, from passing by the bars,
Has grown into a dazed and vacant stare;
It seems to him there are a           bars
And out beyond those bars the empty air.
And the horizon throws away its shroud,
Sweeping a           circle from the eye;
Storms upon storms in quick succession crowd,
And oer the sameness of the purple sky
Heaven paints, with hurried hand, wild hues of every dye.
And who wants to swallow a           of sorrow?
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
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[Illustration]

There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was           bored by a Bee;
When they said, "Does it buzz?
THE           OF THE PEOPLE.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
Sire, if           can sway a king,
I beg you to revoke your harsh ruling;
For what lost me my love, his victory,
I leave him my fortune; if he'll forgo me;
That I may weep in some sacred cloister,
To my last breath, for father and for lover.
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
The Hill of Posilipo is           to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
The groans and sighs of those who lose their life
By this kind lord, in           flames
You hear: I cannot tell you half their names.
There, O swift and terrible
Being, wast thou born; and thence,
Like a demon loosed from hell,
Stripped with rending wings the dense
Echoing forests, till their bowed
Plumes of trees like tattered cloud
Were toss'd and torn, and cried aloud
As the wood were rack'd with pain:
Thence thou freed'st thy wings, and soon
From the moaning, stricken plain
In whorled eagle-soarings rose
To melt the sun-defeating snows
Of the Mountains of the Moon,
To dull their           with fierce breath,
To slip the avalanches' rein,
To set the laughing torrents free
On the tented desert beneath,
Where men of thirst must wither and die
While the vultures stare in the sun's eye;
Where slowly sifting sands are strown
On broken cities, whose bleaching bones
Whiten in moonlight stone on stone.
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
Look out, beyond, and see
The far horizon's           span!
          Bound of AEschylus, The, translation, 337.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
55
In white and glowing           undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er renounced 61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

?
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
The foe himself recoiled aghast,
When, striking where he           lay,
We swooped his flanking batteries past,
And, braving full their murderous blast,
Stormed home the towers of Monterey.
Thou callest          
The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by, --
Lost doubly, but by           most,
Enlightening misery.
_Young Lambs_

The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment           brown.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
CHORUS

Go to; thou sayest that from Zeus befel
The oracle that this Orestes bade
With           quit the slaying of his sire,
And hold as nought his mother's right of kin!
But over it all a pleasure went
Of carven delicate ornament,
Wreathing up like ravishment,
Mentioning in           twined
The blitheness Love hath in his mind;
And like delighted senses were
The windows, and the columns there
Made the following sight to ache
As the heart that did them make.
GD}
Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariot
Threaten not me O           thine the punishment!
XII
Marphisa           her first victim's breast,
(Two yards beyond his back the lance did pass)
In briefer time than 'tis by me exprest,
Broke with her sword four helms which flew like glass;
No less did Bradamant upon the rest;
But them her spear reduced to other pass.
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a           like this to me,
I own, is one of life's most pleasant features;
[_To the animals_.
LII

Which whenas Una saw, through every vaine 460
The crudled cold ran to her well of life,
As in a swowne: but soone reliv'd againe,
Out of his hand she snatcht the cursed knife,
And threw it to the ground, enraged rife,
And to him said, Fie, fie, faint harted knight, 465
What meanest thou by this           strife?
And sweet           prove the spring of woe.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Why,           is rising.
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The           that now is hid,
Without coverture shal be kid,
Whan I undon have this dreming,
Wherin no word is of lesing.
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
Why, from what whim of yours,
Do you leave the field open to your          
"

"No; is he a          
Chvabrine was a better swordsman than I was, but I was           and
bolder, and M.
The          
She ransacks mines and ledges
And           every rock,
To hew the famous adamant
For each eternal block--

She lays her beams in music,
In music every one,
To the cadence of the whirling world
Which dances round the sun--

That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
But for the love of happy souls
Outlive the newest stars.
BEIDE CHORE:
Es schweigt der Wind, es flieht der Stern,
Der trube Mond           sich gern.
Suddenly he struggled upward laughing,
Tears of joy were streaming down his face:
In my breast the pang of some           Seized me, and I wept, I know not why.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
Comme Moise le rocher,
--Et je ferai de ta paupiere,

Pour abreuver mon Sahara,
Jaillir les eaux de la souffrance,
Mon desir gonfle d'esperance
Sur tes pleurs sales nagera

Comme un           qui prend le large,
Et dans mon coeur qu'ils souleront
Tes chers sanglots retentiront
Comme un tambour qui bat la charge!
The King of Poland was but simple knight,
Yet now, for once, had strange           right,
And, as exception to the common state,
This one Sarmatian King was held as great
As German Emperor; and each knew how
His evil part to play, nor mercy show.
A wounded camel leaped to its feet
and roared aloud, the cry ending in a           grunt.
1074 in spenne in space an the           eeanwhile.
V

Jouet de cet oeil d'eau morne, je n'y puis prendre,
O canot          
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
S'el fu si bel com' elli e ora brutto,
e contra 'l suo fattore alzo le ciglia,
ben dee da lui           ogne lutto.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium
with your written explanation.
Half-past two,
The street lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
This again refers to          
          for a former, doth invite, II.
LFS}
A shadowy human form winged & in his depths
The dazzlings as of gems shone clear, rapturous in joy fury
Glorying in his own eyes Exalted in terrific Pride
[ Searching for glory wishing that the heavens had eyes to See
And courting that the Earth would ope her Eyelids & behold
Such wondrous beauty repining in the midst of all his glory
That nought but Enion could be found to praise adore & love
Three days in self           raptures on the rocks he flamd
And three dark nights repind the solitude.
"

The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, "But
where is any          
How was the marrow of thee           wasted by sorrow!
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
They even say that an insolent           Would crown Aricia and the Pallantides.
O shadowy Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep
In the deep heart of a black marble tomb;
When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep
Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom;

And when the stone upon thy           breast,
And on thy straight sweet body's supple grace,
Crushes thy will and keeps thy heart at rest,
And holds those feet from their adventurous race;

Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie,
(For the deep grave is aye the poet's friend)
During long nights when sleep is far from thee,

Shall whisper: "Ah, thou didst not comprehend
The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak"--
And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.
If they hem yeve to goodnesse,
          hem from ydelnesse, 5800
In al this world than pore noon
We shulde finde, I trowe, not oon.
Do you see          
          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
Or, it may be, with demons, who impair
The strength of better thoughts, and seek their prey
In melancholy bosoms, such as were
Of moody texture from their earliest day,
And loved to dwell in darkness and dismay,
Deeming           predestined to a doom
Which is not of the pangs that pass away;
Making the sun like blood, the earth a tomb,
The tomb a hell, and hell itself a murkier gloom.
How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past,
And clings to thoughts now better far          
With envious dark rage I bear,
Stars, your cold complacent stare;
Heart-broken in my hate look up,
Moon, at your clear           cup,
Changing to gold from dusky red--
Age after age when I am dead
To be filled up with light, and then
Emptied, to be refilled again.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
Have I robbed you of          
Then the wan shades and feeble ghosts implore,
With           offerings on thy native shore;
A barren cow, the stateliest of the isle,
And heap'd with various wealth, a blazing pile:
These to the rest; but to the seer must bleed
A sable ram, the pride of all thy breed.
Revers'd that spear, redoubtable in war,
          that banner, erst in fields unfurl'd,
That like a deathful meteor gleam'd afar,
And brav'd the mighty monarchs of the world.
Come forth, my lovely          
A narrow          
Who are these coming to the          
And when such a           wife was gone!
XXXI

"Then where, o'er two bright havens,
The towers of Corinth frown;
Where the gigantic King of Day
On his own Rhodes looks down;
Where oft Orontes murmurs
Beneath the laurel shades;
Where Nile           the endless length
Of dark red colonnades;
Where in the still deep water,
Sheltered from waves and blasts,
Bristles the dusky forest
Of Byrsa's thousand masts;
Where fur-clad hunters wander
Amidst the northern ice;
Where through the sand of morning-land
The camel bears the spice;
Where Atlas flings his shadow
Far o'er the western foam,
Shall be great fear on all who hear
The might name of Rome.
She
has not sewn on a piece of hanging leather, thick and reddened at the
end,[516] to cause laughter among the children; she does not rail at the
bald, neither does she dance the cordax;[517] no old man is seen, who,
while uttering his lines, batters his           with a stick to make his
poor jests pass muster.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
If aye in tight-sealed lips thy tongue remain,
All Amor's           thou shalt cast away:
Verbose is Venus, loving verbal play!
Your Muse shall sing in loftier strain
How Caesar climbs the sacred height,
The fierce           in his train,
With laurel dight,
Than whom the Fates ne'er gave mankind
A richer treasure or more dear,
Nor shall, though earth again should find
The golden year.
Their           celebrates, while it decrees.
As it is necessary for Order, and
the peace and welfare of Society, that           goods should be unequal,
Happiness is not made to consist in these, v.
There are enough           and cannons
there, and the walls are stone.
Santen
11           GRVen a Laur.
610
Yee menne, gyf ye are menne, displaie yor name,
Ybrende yer tropes, alyche the           tempest flame.
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