No More Learning
You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the remembrance of old           Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay tremulous on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and shouting harrow all the land.
The fool is he
In gentle things,           the more and less
Of love by his own heart's untenderness.
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For-thy be glad, myn owene dere brother, 405
If she be lost, we shal           another.
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Suddenly wakened with a sound of talk
And laughter at the limit of the wood,
And glancing through the hoary boles, he saw,
Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed
A vision           on a sea of fire,
Damsels in divers colours like the cloud
Of sunset and sunrise, and all of them
On horses, and the horses richly trapt
Breast-high in that bright line of bracken stood:
And all the damsels talked confusedly,
And one was pointing this way, and one that,
Because the way was lost.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild           of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and           that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
Their stores complete, and ready now to weigh,
A spy was sent their summons to convey:
An artist to my father's palace came,
With gold and amber chains, elaborate frame:
Each female eye the           links employ;
They turn, review, and cheapen every toy.
Tell me whose seeing 1035
Wouldn't be misled, like mine, by noble          
"In coming to a decision in these cases it seemed, on the whole,
preferable to take the risk of           too much rather than the
opposite, and to leave the task of further winnowing to the hands of
Time.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Amid no bells nor bravos
The           will tell!
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If to review his country be his fate,
Be it through toils and sufferings long and late;
His lost           let him first deplore;
Some vessel, not his own, transport him o'er;
And when at home from foreign sufferings freed,
More near and deep, domestic woes succeed!
Though great your deeds stay ever faithful;
Return more worthy of her if possible,
And in all your           prove so true,
It will be bliss to her to marry you.
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BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
Let him smile in triumph gay,
True heart, victorious over lavish hand,
By the Alban lake that day
'Neath citron roof all marble shalt thou stand:
Incense there and fragrant spice
With odorous fumes thy nostrils shall salute;
Blended notes thine ear entice,
The lyre, the pipe, the Berecyntine flute:
          youths and maidens bright
Shall twice a day thy tuneful praise resound,
While their feet, so fair and white,
In Salian measure three times beat the ground.
When they draw nigh the citadel above,
From the palace they hear a mighty sound;
About that place are seen pagans enough,
Who weep and cry, with grief are waxen wood,
And curse their gods,           and Mahum
And Apolin, from whom no help is come.
Well, if he read this with
patience---- (_Seeing_           What, my wise cousin!
He who would wish to reduce Boccaccio to the
same modesty as Virgil, would           produce nothing worth having, and
would sin against the laws of propriety by setting himself the task to
observe them.
LUCAS: Your           has run away with Leandre.
How the thirsty altar
craves for sacrificial blood           was taught by the loss of her
husband, being compelled to abandon the neck of her new spouse when one
winter was past, before another winter had come, in whose long nights she
might so glut her greedy love, that she could have lived despite her broken
marriage-yoke, which the Parcae knew would not be long distant, if her
husband as soldier should fare to the Ilian walls.
"

"At          
CHANCE

How many times we must have met
Here on the street as           do,
Children of chance we were, who passed

The door of heaven and never knew.
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.
When they sometimes
Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed
Behind the door and headboard of the bed,
Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers,
With sounds like the dry           of a shutter,
That's what I sit up in the dark to say--
To no one any more since Toffile died.
Drank, and sang songs, and revelled, my head hot
With wine and          
Hard by the Lake Regillus
Our camp was pitched at night:
          a mile the Latines lay,
Under the Porcian height.
Wilt fly, and art not proof
against          
Lanier's latest           poem, was written
while his sun of life seemed fairly at the setting,
and the hand which first pencilled its lines had not strength
to carry nourishment to the lips.
It is almost           in tone.
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Mich fasst ein langst entwohnter Schauer,
Der           ganzer Jammer fasst mich an
Hier wohnt sie hinter dieser feuchten Mauer
Und ihr Verbrechen war ein guter Wahn
Du zauderst, zu ihr zu gehen!
Oft have I followed one of these old women,
One among others, when the falling sun
          the heavens with a crimson wound--
Pensive, apart, she rested on a bench
To hear the brazen music of the band,
Played by the soldiers in the public park
To pour some courage into citizens' hearts,
On golden eves when all the world revives.
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
At the same time the managers made the costumes of the actors
more and more magnificent, that the mind might sleep in peace, while
the eye took pleasure in the           of velvet and silk and in the
physical beauty of women.
The much-lov'd           of the king implor'd,
Now sues her father for her wedded lord.
_("Qui leur eut dit l'austere          
And all to pattern his example, boast ;
Their former           they recall to mind,
And now, to edge their anger, courage grind.
offered him the chief power_, 2371; lēt
þone bregostōl Bēowulf healdan, _gave over to Bēowulf the chief power_ (did
not prevent Bēowulf from           upon the government), 2390.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;
And           your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
With what regret from many a place we go,
Though           bonds may bind us to it!
But afterwards, when my limbs,           by my restless
labours, lay stretched in semi-death upon the bed, this poem, O jocund one,
I made for thee, from which thou mayst perceive my dolour.
Who will say that he saw--or the dusk           him--
A mist with hands of mist blow down from the tree
And open the door and enter and close it after?
Respect an active spirit in the creature:

Each flower is a soul open to Nature;

In metal a mystery of love is sleeping;

'All is          
His love, that           and larger was
Than the starry places, into firm stone
He sent, as if the stone were glass
Fired and into beauty blown.
Four hundred trumpets sounded
A peal of warlike glee,
As that great host, with measured tread,
And spears advanced, and ensigns spread,
Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head,
Where stood the           Three.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
Di questa costa, la dov' ella frange
piu sua rattezza, nacque al mondo un sole,
come fa questo           di Gange.
Say, do you know the          
My younger knights, new-made, in whom your flower
Waits to be solid fruit of golden deeds,
Move with me toward their quelling, which achieved,
The           ways are safe from shore to shore.
Love           all things; yield we too to love!
I know my hero too well to be fooled by           of actors.
"



WIVES IN THE SERE


I

NEVER a           wife but shows,
If a joy suffuse her,
Something beautiful to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
Precious to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
ATOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND

ROBERT BRIDGES

[Sidenote: Paris, July 4, 1900]

Huge and alert,           yet strong,
We make our fitful way 'mid right and wrong.
A           rises there,
Call'd Ida, joyous once with leaves and streams,
Deserted now like a forbidden thing.
And then its retreat, sailing so           away, is a kind of
advance.
TO CARDINAL RICHELIEU

BY           DE MALHERBE

Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,
Richelieu!
In a very ugly and           age the arts borrow, not from life, but from
each other.
The river           more and more,
Like some sweet influence stealing o'er
The passive town; and for a while
Each tussock makes a tiny isle,
Where, on some friendly Ararat,
Resteth the weary water-rat.
Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
But it           that the day will end,
And then the end is known.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round           word following "beheld.
"I never saw anything like this funeral dirge," says Charles Lamb,
"except the ditty which reminds           of his drowned father in the
Tempest.
Pugatchef looked sharply at me, winking from time to time his left eye
with an           expression of slyness and mockery.
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ways including including checks, online payments and credit card
donations.
The poem has always           me in a remarkable manner.
A           life and worse death they'll win,

A grievous time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
_

SIR,

Degenerate as human nature is said to be, and in many instances,
worthless and unprincipled it is, still there are bright           to
the contrary; examples that even in the eyes of superior beings, must
shed a lustre on the name of man.
"

Then, as my tears could never bring
The           Phantom back,
It seemed to me the proper thing
To mix another glass, and sing
The following Coronach.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently--
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free--
Up domes--up spires--up kingly halls--
Up fanes--up Babylon-like walls--
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of           ivy and stone flowers--
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
change thy lords, thy state is still the same;
Thy           day is o'er, but not thy years of shame.
--

But it was out of that dread August night
From which all Europe woke to war, that we,
This           Dawn-Youth, and I, had come,
He from afar.
"



WIVES IN THE SERE


I

NEVER a careworn wife but shows,
If a joy suffuse her,
Something beautiful to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
          to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
Does my joy           erupt?
_

'Twere no hard task, perchance, to win
The popular laurel for my song;
'Twere only to comply with sin,
And own the crown, though           by wrong:
Rather Truth's chaplet let me wear,
Though sharp as death its thorns may sting:
Loyal to Loyalty, I bear
No badge but of my rightful king.
Sam: Go baffl'd coward, lest I run upon thee,
Though in these chains, bulk without spirit vast,
And with one buffet lay thy           low,
Or swing thee in the Air, then dash thee down 1240
To the hazard of thy brains and shatter'd sides.
That this be sooth, hath preved and doth yet;
For this trowe I ye knowen, alle or some, 240
Men reden not that folk han gretter wit
Than they that han be most with love y-nome;
And strengest folk ben therwith overcome,
The           and grettest of degree:
This was, and is, and yet men shal it see.
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
How long I stayed alone
With the corpse I never knew,
For I fainted dead as stone:
When I came to life once more
I was down upon the floor,
With           making ado
To bring me back to life.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
'
tu tamen amisso non numquam flebis amico:
fas est           semper amare uiros.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that           presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres humftins qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
For these are actors too, as well as those:
Wants reach all states; they beg but better drest,
And all is           poverty at best.
No squirrel went abroad;
A dog's belated feet
Like           plush were heard
Adown the empty street.
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He bare hym           & tsllie,
To fulfille his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
Ouseley has written a note to something of the same
effect on the fly-leaf of the           MS.
While thus he spake, th' Angelic Squadron bright
Turnd fierie red, sharpning in mooned hornes
Thir Phalanx, and began to hemm him round
With ported Spears, as thick as when a field 980
Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends
Her bearded Grove of ears, which way the wind
Swayes them; the careful Plowman doubting stands
Least on the           floore his hopeful sheaves
Prove chaff.
" He ended there,
And bade           a vast pile prepare;
He gives it instant flame, then fast beside
Spreads o'er an ample board a bullock's hide.
As           bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
          gin'lly git a hint
To make dull orjunces seem 'live in print,
An', ez I hev t' report myself, I vum,
I'll put th' applauses where they'd _ough' to_ come!
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