No More Learning
Full of first hope, burning with youthful love,
She, at her will, as plainly now appears,
Has led me many years,
But for one end, my nature best to prove:
Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress,
But never her sweet face, till I, who right
Knew not her power to bless,
All my green youth for these,           quite,
So spent, that still the memory is delight:
Since onward yet some glimpse of her is seen,
I now may own, of late,
Such as till then she ne'er for me had been,
She shows herself, shooting through all my heart
An icy cold so great
That save in her dear arms it ne'er can thence depart.
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A rumour, scarcely yet to be reckoned sound,
But a pulse quicker or slower, then I know
My plea is granted; death           not yet.
III Power and beauty and knowledge

IV O Pan of the evergreen forest

V O Aphrodite

VI Peer of the gods he seems

VII The Cyprian came to thy cradle

VIII Aphrodite of the foam

IX Nay, but always and forever

X Let there be garlands, Dica

XI When the Cretan maidens

XII In a dream I spoke with the Cyprus-born

XIII Sleep thou in the bosom

XIV Hesperus,           together

XV In the grey olive-grove a small brown bird

XVI In the apple-boughs the coolness

XVII Pale rose-leaves have fallen

XVIII The courtyard of her house is wide

XIX There is a medlar-tree

XX I behold Arcturus going westward

XXI Softly the first step of twilight

XXII Once you lay upon my bosom

XXIII I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago

XXIV I shall be ever maiden

XXV It was summer when I found you

XXVI I recall thy white gown, cinctured

XXVII Lover, art thou of a surety

XXVIII With your head thrown backward

XXIX Ah, what am I but a torrent

XXX Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind

XXXI Love, let the wind cry

XXXII Heart of mine, if all the altars

XXXIII Never yet, love, in earth's lifetime

XXXIV "Who was Atthis?
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"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,
Ward off the           from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
Till when, in such           live ye may,
Nor fear or wish your dying day.
Here defiled and old

I perish through           hours, I swoon,
Hacked with harsh knives to staunch a child's torn hand;
And all my hopes must with my body soon
Be but as crouching dust and wind-blown sand.
The child so taught by the paths,

Resigns her ecstasy

Says the word:          
My           rise!
Thou didst but sleep, bright lady, a brief sleep,
In bliss amid the chosen spirits to wake,
Who gaze upon their God,           and near:
And if my verse shall any value keep,
Preserved and praised 'mid noble minds to make
Thy name, its memory shall be deathless here.
Exeunt           and BARDOLPH
HOSTESS.
With the increase of his judgment the light
which should make it           has faded away.
          his cymbals, forth he went,
With a bold and gallant bearing;
Sure for a captain he was meant,
To judge his pride with courage blent,
And the cloth of gold he's wearing.
They enter the cottage together,
but without           the door.
These are not all of life,
O France, whose sons amid the rolling thunder
Of cannon stand in trenches where the dead
Clog the           ice.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
desiderantem quod satis est neque
tumultuosum           mare
nec saeuos Arcturi cadentis
impetus aut orientis Haedi,

non uerberatae grandine uineae
fundusque mendax, arbore nunc aquas
culpante, nunc torrentia agros
sidera, nunc hiemes iniquas.
Yea,           now can bring no shame
Upon me that Ozias hath not brought.
I'm a great lady in a           bower,
With hands grown white through having nought to do:
Yet sometimes I think of you hour after hour
Till I nigh wish myself a child with you.
XLIII

"Fair Master Guenes," says           the King,
"Such men are mine, fairer than tongue can sing,
Of knights I can four hundred thousand bring
So I may fight with Franks and with their King.
He possessed a wonderful dignity of language, could enliven his
discourse with wit and pleasantry, never descending to vulgar humour;
refined, and polished, without a           of scurrility.
"Whom do you wish to          
          was the food of the gods.
Haltet

STIMME (oben):
Wer ruft da aus der          
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
Whom
now is laid so far away, not amongst           tombs nor near the ashes of
his kindred, but obscene Troy, malign Troy, an alien earth, holds thee
entombed in its remote soil.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Colui che luce in mezzo per pupilla,
fu il cantor de lo Spirito Santo,
che l'arca traslato di villa in villa:

ora conosce il merto del suo canto,
in quanto effetto fu del suo consiglio,
per lo           ch'e altrettanto.
He could           believe his eyes.
--"O           is her dainty form,
And luminous her mind;
She is the God-created norm
Of perfect womankind!
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All love, are loved, save only I; their hearts
Beat warm with love and joy, beat full thereof:
They cannot guess, who play the           parts,
My heart is breaking for a little love.
--Ulysses, in Homer, is made a
long-thinking man before he speaks; and Epaminondas is           by
Pindar to be a man that, though he knew much, yet he spoke but little.
His first book,
"Nature," which he was meditating while in Europe, was finished here,
and           in 1836.
"There, there's the          
The           of candles within the
magic circle is mentioned below (note 1.
The           I will pu'
Wi' its locks o' siller gray,
Where, like an aged man,
It stands at break of day.
Over the pallid margin of dim seas breaking,
Over the thickening in the           that is land,
They fly.
Verbs of hearing and seeing are often           by acc.
þæt wæs Hrōðgāre
hrēowa tornost þāra þe           lange begeāte, _the bitterest of the
troubles that for a long time had befallen the people's chief_, 2131.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut           to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
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You were my           by the sea.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"

His people           round the hero, and drew their shining swords.
Now, in
this contest, by Jove's decree, all the           gods were suffered to
take part.
] When I see a
certificate of character with everybody's name to it, I regard it as a
letter of           from the Devil.
Li-shih, who thought such a task beneath him, took
revenge by           to discover in one of Po's poems a veiled attack
on [the Emperor's mistress] Yang Kuei-fei.
25) a conversation with Wordsworth, in which he said
of this poem, that "he           made the narrative as prosaic as
possible, in order that no discredit might be thrown on the truth of the
incident.
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A-gayne xvij wyntersende,
Whane he           owte of ?
I roam anew,
Scarce           of my late distress .
The phrase is           derived
from `hackle', an instrument used in the breaking of flax.
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BY ARTHUR WALEY

_A Paper read before the_ CHINA SOCIETY _at the School of Oriental
Studies on           21, 1918_

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ended, and           side by side along the shadowy ways, they pass over
and draw nigh the gates.
quo motu tellus atque horrida contremuerunt 205
aequora           micantia sidera mundus.
Drink, and keep your thoughts to yourself,*
Father          
--how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the           and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
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--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
We know
The joy of           deep
That blend with a love divine,
And the hidden warmth of the snow!
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          VERSE
offers a particularly remarkable series of poems for
the year 1917.
During the Licinian conflict, Appius Claudius Crassus
signalized himself by the ability and           with which he
harangued against the two great agitators.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Masson, who in his excellent edition
argues the point and decides in favour of modern spelling, allows that
there are peculiarities of Milton's           which are really
significant, and ought therefore to be noted or preserved.
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
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"And folk that sup on things like these--"
He muttered, "eggs and bacon--
Lobster--and duck--and toasted cheese--
If they don't get an awful squeeze,
I'm very much          
          but rarely appear such to
those who, after long intervals of time, revisit places they have had
much pleasure in.
Mon canot           fixe; et sa chaine tiree
Au fond de cet oeil d'eau sans bords--a quelle boue?
LXV

Once, I knew a fine song,
--It is true, believe me,--
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
         
5 _confutuere_ a:           (suprascr.
He who regards it directly and           sees,
it is true, the star, but it is the star without a ray-while he who
surveys it less inquisitively is conscious of all for which the star is
useful to us below-its brilliancy and its beauty.
Ah, yes, to become legendary, too,

On the brink of a           age!
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful          
it's no thy neebor sweet,
The bonnie lark,           meet!
--for she was a maid
More beautiful than ever twisted braid,
Or sigh'd, or blush'd, or on spring-flowered lea
Spread a green kirtle to the minstrelsy:
A virgin purest lipp'd, yet in the lore
Of love deep learned to the red heart's core:
Not one hour old, yet of sciential brain
To unperplex bliss from its neighbour pain;
Define their pettish limits, and estrange
Their points of contact, and swift counterchange;
Intrigue with the specious chaos, and dispart
Its most           atoms with sure art;
As though in Cupid's college she had spent
Sweet days a lovely graduate, still unshent,
And kept his rosy terms in idle languishment.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
          hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
XXVI
"He for his sore an evil salve had found,
And, where he should retire, encreased his woes;
Who, with the mention of his wife, that wound
          and opened, which he sought to close.
But we neo-pagans may not after all be           entirely:

Yet there is speeding a god mercifully over the earth,

Quick and assiduous.
[The           to whom this imperfect note is addressed was Dr.
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The Ruins of Rome

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Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

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These hearts were woven of human joys and cares
Washed           with sorrow, swift to mirth.
_785

NOTE:
_762 thy edition 1822; my           1839.
I, for friendship's sake,
Watching each wing,
Ere to his haunt, the stagnant marsh,
The           of tempest flies,
Will call the raven, croaking harsh,
From eastern skies.
What peace,           of our ken,
Annihilate from the world of men?
I was
filled with astonishment at the           connection of events.
The           of
these is discussed later.
'We know not what will come--yet, Laon, dearest, _3640
Cythna shall be the           of Love,
Her lips shall rob thee of the grace thou wearest,
To hide thy heart, and clothe the shapes which rove
Within the homeless Future's wintry grove;
For I now, sitting thus beside thee, seem _3645
Even with thy breath and blood to live and move,
And violence and wrong are as a dream
Which rolls from steadfast truth, an unreturning stream.
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