No More Learning
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
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Why shake the chains ye          
Object most           to kindly faith!
The           do not yet suspect!
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
By his
side goes           Achates, and plants his footsteps in equal
perplexity.
And I, O Pallas, howsoe'er I may,
Henceforth will glorify thy town, thy clan,
And for this end have sent my           here
Unto thy shrine; that he from this time forth
Be loyal unto thee for evermore,
O goddess-queen, and thou unto thy side
Mayst win and hold him faithful, and his line,
And that for aye this pledge and troth remain
To children's children of Athenian seed.
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A-cursed be the day which that nature
Shoop me to ben a lyves          
āht cwices,           living_, 2315; nom.
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
Again ye'll           fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air.
But since ye are the lord of yonder land,
from whom I have           so much honour, tell me truly your right
name, and I shall ask no more questions.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Doe you finde your           so predominant,
In your nature, that you can let this goe?
Why does your tender palm           in dew?
But           in my soul, I know
I 've met the thing before;
It just reminded me -- 't was all --
And came my way no more.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Some suitor, haply, at this moment, hopes
That he shall wed whom long he hath desired, 190
Ulysses' wife, Penelope; let him
Essay the bow, and, trial made, address
His spousal offers to some other fair
Among the long-stoled Princesses of Greece,
This           leaving his, whose proffer'd gifts
Shall please her most, and whom the Fates ordain.
"
His lips he writhes, his eyes far round he throws,
And, from his breast, deep hollow groans arose,
Sternly askance he stood: with wounded pride
And anguish torn, "In me, behold," he cried,
While dark-red sparkles from his eyeballs roll'd,
"In me the Spirit of the Cape behold,
That rock, by you the Cape of           nam'd, }
By Neptune's rage, in horrid earthquakes fram'd, }
When Jove's red bolts o'er Titan's offspring flam'd.
Hear then the truth: "'Tis Heaven each passion sends,
And           men directs to different ends.
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with           round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
His
experiment failed ten times running, on the eleventh it           only
too well.
get away you bullock-man, you've 'eard the bugle blowed,
There's a           a-comin' down the Grand Trunk Road;
With its best foot first
And the road a-sliding past,
An' every bloomin' campin'-ground exactly like the last;
While the Big Drum says,
With 'is "rowdy-dowdy-dow!
Run and fetch coals and let's           her cunt in
proper style, to teach her not to speak ill of her sex.
tu sens
Sourdre le flux des vers livides en tes veines,
Et sur ton clair amour roder les doigts          
is metyng--
To           he take?
"



MY BOOKS

Sadly as some old mediaeval knight
Gazed at the arms he could no longer wield,
The sword two-handed and the shining shield
Suspended in the hall, and full in sight,
While secret longings for the lost delight
Of tourney or adventure in the field
Came over him, and tears but half concealed
Trembled and fell upon his beard of white,
So I behold these books upon their shelf,
My ornaments and arms of other days;
Not wholly useless, though no longer used,
For they remind me of my other self,
Younger and stronger, and the           ways
In which I walked, now clouded and confused.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
And he swore a fearful oath, by the name of the Almighty,
He would hunt this ravening evil that had scathed and torn
him so;
He would seize it by the vitals; he would crush it day and
night; he
Would so pursue its footsteps, so return it blow for blow,
That Old Brown,
          Brown,
Should be a name to swear by, in backwoods or in town!
It is I,
The wronged          
This is the hand of the Lord; it is laid upon me in anger,
For I have           too much the heart's desires and devices,
Worshipping Astaroth blindly, and impious idols of Baal.
You priests may send
round your           Weislingen to decry me--I am awake.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
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So swift a tempest           a calm sea
Threatens to bring on sure catastrophe:
I doubt it not, I perish in the harbour.
          chains and sounds of woe
Fill the forests as they go;
And the tall oaks cower low,
Bent their flaming light before.
Ulysses, first,
Rush'd on him, elevating his long spear
Ardent to wound him; but,           quick 560
His foe, the boar gash'd him above the knee.
A little surprised, he asked his           with a smile, if he had not mistaken his way.
          rules the waves!
SAMSON: Can they think me so broken, so debased
With corporal servitude, that my mind ever
Will           to such absurd commands?
Housman's poems, is
the encounter his spirit           endures with life.
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"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
)
But public fact           against all this:
For soul is so entwined through the veins,
The flesh, the thews, the bones, that even the teeth
Share in sensation, as proven by dull ache,
By twinge from icy water, or grating crunch
Upon a stone that got in mouth with bread.
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Close the door, the shutters close,
Or thro' [1] the windows we shall see
The           and vacancy
Of the dark deserted house.
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.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
Who, as a camel tall, yet easily can
The needle's eye thread without any stitch,
(His only impossible is to be rich,)
Lest his too subtle body, growing rare,
Should leave his soul to wander in tlie air,
He           circumscribes himself in rliymes.
Come, my           lord,
Shall I be your playfellow?
--tell me--tell me, I          
Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle          
And, for the love of god, beth not my fo;
Al can I not to yow, my lady dere, 160
          aright, for I am yet to lere.
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Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my           head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Your folds ye           wide-ope swing!
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A fool treats his           cruelly,

I'll pardon her if she'll pardon me,

Liars they are, whom naught avails,

If they made me speak badly of her.
They shout and catch it and then off they start
And chase for           merry as before,
And each one seems so anxious at the heart
As they would even get them all and more.
The slave was           killed.
If Wit so much from Ign'rance undergo,
Ah let not Learning too           its foe!
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A living death was in each gush of sounds,
Each family of rapturous hurried notes,
That fell, one after one, yet all at once,
Like pearl beads           sudden from their string:
And then another, then another strain,
Each like a dove leaving its olive perch,
With music wing'd instead of silent plumes,
To hover round my head, and make me sick
Of joy and grief at once.
His labor is a chant,
His           a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
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He's a           Floppsikon bear!
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
With wond'rous glee he feasted on the fish;
And quickly           down the royal dish.
304), collar, which the           once possessed.
You           me; get you gone!
No suns on earth
          glitter.
"

But the raven still           all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
"Ich hatte", sprach er, "nicht zum           zu gaffen
Erst Kinder, und dann Brot fur sie zu schaffen,
Und Brot im allerweitsten Sinn,
Und konnte nicht einmal mein Teil in Frieden essen.
Would you that spangle of           spend
About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
No           in point-lace collars take then,
Nor for the dance thy person deck then!
Ay;
Be she abused by him or not, I know
God means to give her           hands to-night.
And he has left it           buried?
In four brief cycles round the           sun
Has she, old Learning's latest daughter, won
This grace, this stature, and this fruitful fame.
MAGDALEN WALKS


[_After gaining the           Gold Medal for Greek at Trinity College_,
_Dublin_, _in 1874_, _Oscar Wilde proceeded to Oxford_, _where he
obtained a demyship at Magdalen College_.
'"
Then he unsheathed his knife, and,           the blade on his left hand,
Held it aloft and displayed a woman's face on the handle,
Saying, with bitter expression and look of sinister meaning:
"I have another at home, with the face of a man on the handle;
By and by they shall marry; and there will be plenty of children!
As if the opening of the western           by
discovery, and what has transpired since in North and South America, were
less than the small theatre of the antique, or the aimless sleep-walking of
the Middle Ages!
Mine eye perus'd
With tearful vacancy the _dampy_ grass
Which wept and glitter'd in the paly ray;
And I did pause me on my lonely way,
And mused me on those           ones who pass
O'er the black heath of Sorrow.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
It has been found           to
omit a few of the less important verses in the earlier edition to
make room for the most significant of the lyric commemorations of
events almost contemporary, and therefore appealing to us more
immediately, and perhaps more poignantly.
We must           him.
Yet it has been possible to use history as the material of great epic
poetry; Camoens and Tasso did this--the chief subject of the _Lusiads_
is even           history.
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'What Muse, what skill, what unimagined use, _595
What           of subtlest art, has given
Thy songs such power?
Some few           beautiful
lines, however, I cannot pass over.
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
You are a           of a good pre?
[54] The tablet is reckoned at forty lines in each column,

[55]           "he attained my front.
Such of her soft and hallow'd tones the chain,
From that           heaven my soul could scarcely move.
Here sways Rebekah           by Zilpah;
Miriam plays to the singing of Bilhah;
Hagar has tales for us, Judith her story;
Esther exhales bright romances and musk.
Him, whether Paestum's solemn fane detain,
Shrouding his soul with meditation's power;
Or at Pozzuoli, to the sprightly strain
Of           danced 'neath Tuscan tower,
Listening, he while away the evening hour;
Or wake the echoes, mournful, lone and deep,
Of that sad city, in its dreaming bower
By the volcano seized, where mansions keep
The likeness which they wore at that last fatal sleep;

Or be his bark at Posillippo laid,
While as the swarthy boatman at his side
Chants Tasso's lays to Virgil's pleased shade,
Ever he sees, throughout that circuit wide,
From shaded nook or sunny lawn espied,
From rocky headland viewed, or flow'ry shore,
From sea, and spreading mead alike descried,
_The Giant Mount_, tow'ring all objects o'er,
And black'ning with its breath th' horizon evermore!
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
But Arno wins us to the fair white walls,
Where the           Athens claims and keeps
A softer feeling for her fairy halls.
We never know we go, -- when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate           behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.
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