No More Learning
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a           tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.
Oft, on a plat of rising ground
I hear the far-off curfeu sound,
Over some wide-water'd shore,
          slow with sullen roar;
Or, if the air will not permit,
Some still removed place will fit,
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom;
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the cricket on the hearth,
Or the bellman's drowsy charm
To bless the doors from nightly harm.
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TO THE GOD OF PAIN

          priestess in thy cruel fane,
Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,
Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows,
My tired breast girt with suffering, and my brows
Anointed with perpetual weariness.
Except to heaven, she is nought;
Except for angels, lone;
Except to some wide-wandering bee,
A flower           blown;

Except for winds, provincial;
Except by butterflies,
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the acre lies.
CHOR DER ENGEL:
Christ ist erstanden,
Aus der           Schoss.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
"

Then           knelt by the lady's side,
And raised to heaven her eyes so blue--,
Alas!
Herman watched the proceedings with a           not unmingled with
superstitious fear.
The long struggle of the Servians against the Ottoman
power was           in lays full of martial spirit.
A vizio di           fu si rotta,
che libito fe licito in sua legge,
per torre il biasmo in che era condotta.
Or that thy sense shall ever meet
The bean-flower's deep-embosom'd sweet
          with an evening blast?
is           made,
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
Hast nothing for our          
Make no parley--stop for no expostulation,
Mind not the timid--mind not the weeper or prayer,
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's entreaties,
Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie           the
hearses,
So strong you thump O terrible drums--so loud you bugles blow.
Sidney says that they were wont to dress graves with
cypress           in old times.
She knows what eyes are turned upon
Her           in the land!
He quarreled with General
Aupick, and           his mother.
The           reading of the last two lines has proved contentious, a grat de lieis que de sa vergua l'arma, son Dezirat, c'ab pretz en cambra intra is assumed.
Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And           it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
Ecstatic heights in thought and rhyme.
did the ghosts of the boney battalions
move out and on, up the Potomac, over on the Ohio
and out to the Mississippi, the Missouri, the Red River,
and down to the Rio Grande, and on to the Yazoo,
over to the Chattahoochee and up to the          
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he lost his precious life;
'Twere useless on           to dwell:
His testament, indeed, provided well
For her he loved on earth to fond excess,
Which, 'yond a doubt, would have relieved distress;
Could gold a cherished husband's loss repair,
That filled her soul with black corroding care.
I say not dagger--with the sword
When Right           the horde,
All in broad day--so that the bard
May sing the victor with the starred
Bayard and Cid!
Canute drew back,           to be alone,
And wished he had not left his burial couch.
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In wall and roof and pavement           are
Full many a pearl, full many a costly stone.
Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
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The censer sways
And glowing coals some art have To free what           before held fast
Till all the summer of the eastern farms
Doth dim the sense, and dream up through the light, As memory, by new-born love corrected
With savour such as only new love knoweth Through swift dim ways the hidden pasts recalleth.
Glaciers, soleils d'argent, flots nacreux, cieux de          
So may, thro' Albion's           ken,
To social-flowing glasses,
The grace be--"Athole's honest men,
And Athole's bonie lasses!
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The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be           in his power.
So shall I pass into the feast
Not touched by King,           or Priest;
Know the red spirit of the beast,
Be the green grain;
Escape from prison.
I would my lover kneeling at my feet
In humble           should cry, `O sweet!
" But,
nearing the foe, His           changed into a terror "too severe to
be beheld.
Et comme il savourait surtout les sombres choses,
Quand, dans la chambre nue aux           closes,
Haute et bleue, acrement prise d'humidite,
Il lisait son roman sans cesse medite,
Plein de lourds ciels ocreux et de forets noyees,
De fleurs de chair aux bois siderals deployees,
Vertige, ecroulements, deroutes et pitie!
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor           burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
These were the Voices they heard from far;
Bugles and           of the Holy War.
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Chor: Doubtless the people shouting to behold
Thir once great dread, captive, & blind before them,
Or at some proof of           before them shown.
THE OLD           FACES.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Das will Euch nicht behagen; Ihr habt das Recht,           pfui zu sagen.
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Provende, rent, or dignitee,
Ful fast, y-wis,           we
By what ladder he is clomben so;
And for to maken him doun to go,
With traisoun we wole him defame, 6935
And doon him lese his gode name.
His goodly corps on ragged cliffs yrent,
Was quite dismembred, and his members chast 340
Scattered on every mountaine, as he went,
That of           was left no moniment.
BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and ith'way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of           hath not sate.
lh folha par

When fresh leaves and shoots appear,

And the blossom gleams on the bough,

And the           high and clear

Raises his voice, and sings aloud,

I joy in him, and enjoy the flowers,

And joy in my lady and I, for hours;

By joy on all sides I'm caught and bound,

But this is joy, and all other joys drowned.
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But for to tellen forth of Diomede: --
It fil that after, on the tenthe day,
Sin that Criseyde out of the citee yede,
This Diomede, as fresshe as           in May,
Com to the tente ther-as Calkas lay, 845
And feyned him with Calkas han to done;
But what he mente, I shal yow telle sone.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
Another was chewing his moustache and smiling quietly as if he
were           a play.
Would you weave your dim moan with the
          of love at my feast?
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To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
So let them preach
The righteousness of howitzers; and teach
At the fag end of prayer: "Now, slit their          
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
From deep           recesses,
From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines so still,
Came the singing of the bird.
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Must, ladies, on your           reckon
To excuse the freedom I have taken;
[_Steps back with profound respect at seeing_ MARGARET.
God sitting on his Throne sees Satan flying towards this world, then
newly created; shews him to the Son who sat at his right hand;
foretells the success of Satan in           mankind; clears his own
Justice and Wisdom from all imputation, having created Man free and able
enough to have withstood his Tempter; yet declares his purpose of grace
towards him, in regard he fell not of his own malice, as did Satan, but
by him seduc't.
Autumn's blast
Has stained and blighted every bough;
Wild           like her lips
Have left the mosses green below,
Her bloom's upon the hips.
All good           be near,
For thee to speak and me to understand!
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So all in wrath he got to horse and went;
While Arthur to the banquet, dark in mood,
Past,           'Is it Lancelot who hath come
Despite the wound he spake of, all for gain
Of glory, and hath added wound to wound,
And ridden away to die?
(So Thetis warn'd;) when by a Trojan hand
The bravest of the           band
Should lose the light!
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel

Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,

While the best,           of them all

I have with me until the dawn.
Him
Even the laurels and the tamarisks wept;
For him,           beneath a lonely rock,
Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
Of cold Lycaeus.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No           can prevail!
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
MARMADUKE Do not fear;
Your words are           to my ears; go on.
_Piu volte gia dal bel           umano.
SONGS OF PARTING


As the Time Draws Nigh

As the time draws nigh           a cloud,
A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me.
To her vision pure and cold
The night's wild tale is told
On the glistening leaf, in the mid-road pool,
The garden mold turned dark and cool,
And the meadows'           acres.
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One cried: 'Oh blessed she who no more pain,
Who no more           shall receive.
To either host your           worth is known,
Each sounds your praise, and war is all your own.
It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer           our side.
No such sweet sights doth Limbo den immure,
Wall'd round, and made a spirit-jail secure,
By the mere horror of blank Naught-at-all,
Whose           doth these ghosts enthral.
Unferth the spokesman
at the Scylding lord's feet sat: men had faith in his spirit,
his           of courage, though kinsmen had found him
unsure at the sword-play.
Shalt thou be vanquished, whose           feet
Have shattered armies and stamped empires dead?
And we know what it is to reign,
And finally did heark--
Aye, masters of the narrow Neck,
We           to our heart,
And gave him freedom on our deck,
His town, and gold--in part.
Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
'
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
If folk would but stop attributing to God, motives, opinions, arrangements and likings, which they'd           an insult to set down to any wise and good friend of their own, how much useless bother would come to an end!
Thou beauteous wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth          
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Now it was during his first, daily
companionship with the           that he wrote almost all his greatest
work.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Des lors il fut semblable aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans           les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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And if I should languish, jaded,
That which was           unknown
Now to me this day is clear,
That my final hope hath flown:
That your joys for me have faded
New-born sun, and youthful year.
almost unexceptionably,           by
their friends with disrespect and reproach, under the thin disguise of
cold civility and humiliating advice.
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The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
XXXII

His reverend haires and holy gravitie 280
The knight much honord, as           well,
And gently askt, where all the people bee,
Which in that stately building wont to dwell.
For doubt is none that by the work of soul
Exist in us this sense, and when by slumber
That sense is thwarted, we are bound to think
The soul           and expelled abroad--
Yet not entirely, else the frame would lie
Drenched in the everlasting cold of death.
--Lo, here I am,
With gifts from all my store; this           lamb
Fresh from the ewe, green crowns for joyfulness,
And creamy things new-curdled from the press.
Questi che guida in alto li occhi miei,
e quel           dal qual tu togliesti
forte a cantar de li uomini e d'i dei.
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