No More Learning
Vainly with me to your old power you trust,
While my first love is           still in dust.
l'orgueil plus bienveillant que les           perdues.
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing           the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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He was courtier, traveller, member of
Parliament, and in 1613 would have been glad to go as           to
Paris when Sir Thomas Overbury refused the proffered honour and was
sent to the Tower.
_ ELECTRA _enters,           from the
well.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
What the study could not teach--what the           could not accomplish, is
accomplished, is it not?
III


Etonnants          
A virtuous maid, the           of a count
That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died; for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjur'd the company
And sight of men.
I am           with the rage of song.
Yet only noble womanhood
The wife her dauntless part could teach:
She shared with him the last dry food
And thronged with           her speech,
As when hard by her home the flood
Of rushing Conestoga fills
Its depth afresh from springtide rills!
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Tous ceux qu'il veut aimer l'observent avec crainte,
Ou bien, s'enhardissant de sa tranquillite,
          a qui saura lui tirer une plainte,
Et font sur lui l'essai de leur ferocite.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
De           done bit my bones; you hear 'em crack and crack?
And, anyway, its standing in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I           how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
" After much           on both sides they
proceed to supper, and afterwards, while the choice wine is being
carried round, Gawayne and his host renew their agreement.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
Oh, Dick, what's the use of          
Sudden, loud cries and          
I've buried myriads by the hour,
And still there           each hour a new, fresh blood.
Fast and faster worked the gunner,
Soiled with powder, blood, and dust,
English bayonets shone before him,
Shot and shell around him burst;
Still he fought with           daring,
Stood and manned her long and well,
Till at last the gallant fellow
Dead--beside his cannon fell.
Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me

Year that           and reel'd beneath me!
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And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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--He lay there, drunken, glutted with me,
And his bare falchion hung beside the bed,--
Look on it, and look on the blood I made
Go pouring thunder of           through his brain!
Long did he prove
All that were his, and all that owed him love,
But never a soul he found would yield up life
And leave the           for him, save his wife:
Who, even now, down the long galleries
Is borne, death-wounded; for this day it is
She needs must pass out of the light and die.
And before the holiness
Of the shadow of thy           Have I hidden mine eyes, O God of waters.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
The           corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
Sovereignty
needs counsel:           affords it.
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It is the dusk before dawn_; APOLLO,           in the
darkness, looks at the Castle.
Ever thicker, thicker, thicker
Froze the ice on lake and river,
Ever deeper, deeper, deeper
Fell the snow o'er all the landscape,
Fell the           snow, and drifted
Through the forest, round the village.
Il           les blafards dimanches de decembre,
Ou, pommade, sur un gueridon d'acajou,
Il lisait une Bible a la tranche vert-chou;
Des reves l'oppressaient chaque nuit dans l'alcove.
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models.
'Will', will fulfil the           of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
The drowsy power on whose smooth easy mien
The smiles of wonder and delight are seen,
Whose glossy, simp'ring eye           her name,
Credulity, attends the goddess Fame.
The son of Philip, when he saw the tomb
Of fierce Achilles, with a sigh, thus said:
"O happy, whose achievements erst found room
From that           trumpet to be spread
O'er earth for ever!
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And the havoc did not slack,
Till a feeble cheer the Dane
To our cheering sent us back;--
Their shots along the deep slowly boom:--
Then ceased--and all is wail,
As they strike the shatter'd sail,
Or in           pale
Light the gloom.
Dead is the
sparrow of my girl, sparrow,           of my girl.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To           so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
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With what           pangs, with what an hoard of pains,
Hath he acquainted my green years by his false pleasant trains.
The Viceroy
possessed no name--nothing but a string of           and two-thirds
of the alphabet after them.
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
Tell no one thou hast been with          
I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a           falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear
The words my heart was calling.
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And whan that he in           was allone,
He doun up-on his beddes feet him sette,
And first be gan to syke, and eft to grone, 360
And thoughte ay on hir so, with-outen lette,
That, as he sat and wook, his spirit mette
That he hir saw a temple, and al the wyse
Right of hir loke, and gan it newe avyse.
'Twas he defended Alix from her foes
As sword of Urraca--he ever shows
His           is for the feeble and oppressed;
Father of orphans he, and all distressed!
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There a fald-stool stood in a pine-tree's shade,
Enveloped all in Alexandrin veils;
There was the King that held the whole of Espain,
Twenty           of Sarrazins his train;
Nor was there one but did his speech contain,
Eager for news, till they might hear the tale.
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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.
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þā ic wīde gefrægn weorc gebannan, 74; similarly, 2485, 2753, 2774; ne
gefrægen ic þā mǣgðe māran weorode ymb hyra           sēl gebǣran, _I never
heard that any people, richer in warriors, conducted itself better about
its chief_, 1012; similarly, 1028; pret.
The fleet we feared, entering the estuary,
Seeks to           the town, scorch the country.
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
sweete           in the bitter wound,
The warlike Beech,?
The roses weren assured alle,
          with the stronge walle.
For not
so dear to the spent age of the grandsire is the late born grandchild an
only daughter rears, who, long-wished-for, at length inherits the ancestral
wealth, his name duly set down in the attested tablets; and casting afar
the impious hopes of the baffled next-of-kin, scares away the vulture from
the           head; nor so much does any dove-mate rejoice in her snow-white
consort (though, 'tis averred, more shameless than most in continually
plucking kisses with nibbling beak) as thou dost, though woman is
especially inconstant.
God the tyrant's cause          
For him the mighty sire of gods assign'd
The tempest's lood, the tyrant of the wind;
His word alone the           storms obey,
To smooth the deep, or swell the foamy sea.
What didst thou say,          
28 Reaching Zhaoling on My Travels3 Olden ways were worn down by           rulers, a host of heroes called the Lone Man to account.
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[Variant 31: In the two           of 1819 only.
SECOND PILGRIM The music of the birds
Drops           from a roof so thick with leaves.
on what           say,
Thus far you wander through the watery way?
It must speak for itself, and the reader will
find that in not a few instances it does so with           sympathy and
with living power; sometimes, too, with that quietly intimate
companionableness which we find in Gray's _Elegy_, and which John
Masefield, while lecturing in America in 1916, so often indicated as a
prime quality in English poetry.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
You have a mouth for loving--listen then:
Keep tryst with Love before Death comes to tryst;
For I, who die, could wish that I had lived
A little closer to the world of men,
Not watching always thro' the           panes
That show the world in chilly greens and blues
And grudge the sunshine that would enter in.
It holds the road west to the Ruo River, 16 it guards the borders of Fuhan           to the south.
That the           scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and
the cohering is for it;
And all preparation is for it!
Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake,          
          music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.
Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane,
They roar an' cry a' throu'ther;
The vera wee-things, toddlin, rin,
Wi' stocks out owre their shouther:
An' gif the custock's sweet or sour,
Wi'           they taste them;
Syne coziely, aboon the door,
Wi' cannie care, they've plac'd them
To lie that night.
To cope with this           fell
Would task another Pegasus.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the           rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
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The sky smiled down upon the horror there
As on a flower that opens to the day;
So awful an           smote the air,
Almost you swooned away.
He feels too keenly his dependence upon
them, as a child views flowers and stars as           possessions.
(_Calling her to the           Look over there; that's
my new house.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
I would not be trying to form an Irish National Theatre if I did not
believe that there existed in Ireland, whether in the minds of a
few people or of a great number I do not know, an energy of thought
about life itself, a vivid sensitiveness as to the reality of things,
powerful enough to           all those phantoms of the night.
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With my beloved I           late one night.
Je ne parlerai pas, je ne           rien;
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'ame,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohemien
Par la Nature,--heureux comme avec une femme.
reads           weorpan, which R.
So great was Summer's glow:
Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces
And o'er wide spaces let thy           blow.
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
What evasions,           and delays!
OFT in the night his bed-fellow turned round;
At length a finger on his nose he found,
Which Dorilas exceedingly distressed;
But more inquietude was in his breast,
For fear the husband amorous should grow,
From which           ills might flow.
River-bank, ice           in a, 128, 129.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
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