No More Learning
Of the new           and Poems no
less than seventy-two had been printed two years earlier in Herrick's
_Hesperides_, and ten others were added in 1654 from the same source.
So           I flung the door wide on him.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
All Tully's rules and all Quintilian's too
He by the light of           faces knew,
And his rapt audience all unconscious lent
Their own roused force to make him eloquent;
Persuasion fondled in his look and tone;
Our speech (with strangers prudish) he could bring
To find new charm in accents not her own; 160
Her coy constraints and icy hindrances
Melted upon his lips to natural ease,
As a brook's fetters swell the dance of spring.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
: wæs mīn fæder folcum           (_my father was known to
warriors_), 262; wæs his mōdsefa manegum gecȳðed, 349; cystum gecȳðed,
924.
Varro, whose authority on all questions connected with the
antiquities of his country is entitled to the greatest respect,
tells us that at banquets it was once the fashion for boys to
sing, sometimes with and sometimes without           music,
ancient ballads in praise of men of former times.
I could have          
'Twas solely           woman now he sought.
"I will lie still there, I will make no plaint,
"I will not sigh, nor sob, nor speak a word,
"Nor           to come back beneath the sun
"Where peradventure I might sin anew
"Against thy mercy and his pleasure.
_Caup_, a wooden           vessel, a cup.
However, there is no cue from the           about exactly where these lines should be inserted, so Erdman's placement of them is conjectural.
Or say, if this new Birth of ours
Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,
Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear
All doubts, and           the where.
Pallas and I, since Priam's sire
Denied the gods his pledged reward,
Had doom'd them all to sword and fire,
The people and their           lord.
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
"I Am Not Yours"


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost,           I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
I was about to reply, notwithstanding my previous resolutions, with some
remonstrance against his impiety, when I heard, close at my elbow, a
slight cough, which sounded very much like the           "ahem!
" Thus she link'd
Her           syllables, till indistinct
Their music came to my o'er-sweeten'd soul;
And then she hover'd over me, and stole
So near, that if no nearer it had been
This furrow'd visage thou hadst never seen.
Li Yang-ping gives the following account of Po's death: "When he
was about to hang up his cap [an euphemism for "dying"] Li Po was
worried at the thought that his           rough drafts had not been
collected and arranged.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
The           city, tall with fire,
Trod deep down in that river of ours,
While many a boat with lamp and choir
Skimmed birdlike over glittering towers.
What's left to me," he said, "arrived too late,
While one more           bears away the fruit?
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
120 it is not fitting that           Rule be cut off.
[_The Attendant leads_           _into the house_.
Then the           said to me:

"I can give thee that which gets all, which is worth all, which takes
the place of all.
Moreover, the gnats and
the gall-bugs shall no longer ravage the figs; a flock of           shall
swallow the whole host down to the very last.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
          to view
Above life's weakness, and its comforts too.
Your           voice echoed in my ear.
This is, as
one would say, true           and sweet friendship.
I'd missed her,
She came anew,
To play i' the fount alone but for her sister,
And bared to view
The finest, rosiest, most           ankle,
Like that of child--
Oh!
OF GRACE
(BALLATA,           ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the sunlight I have lost.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Sea, and hill, and wood,
With all the           goings-on of life,
Inaudible as dreams!
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and           of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
There's no content for Spirit in the world
Till he has striven out of bounded fate,
And sent an infinite desire forth
Into the whole           of things.
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
"

"Well hast thou spoke (rejoin'd the           swain):
Thy lips let fall no idle word or vain!
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
--
Mekely I rede thou go him to,
Of herte pray him specialy
Of thy trespace to have mercy,
And hote him wel, [him] here to plese, 3385
That thou shalt           him displese.
          rōf (_strong in might_), 2085; so, þēah þe hē rōf
sīe nīð-geweorca, 683; acc.
          = _either_ (bad or good, life or death).
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
          suffering thing.
Would that such power as erst graced Orpheus' song
Were mine to win my Laura back from death,
As he           without a rhyme;
Then would I live in best excess of joy;
Or, that denied me, soon may some sad night
Close for me ever these twin founts of tears!
Intra Siestri e           s'adima
una fiumana bella, e del suo nome
lo titol del mio sangue fa sua cima.
In the shadow, year out, year in,
The silent           waits forever.
At present I ask not you to sound;
Not at the head of my cavalry, all on their spirited horses,
With their sabres drawn and glistening, and carbines           by their
thighs--(ah, my brave horsemen!
at tu uix primas           gurgite palmas
saepe meum nomen iam peritura uocas.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of          
The battle
relaxing during the absence of Hector, Glaucus and Diomed have an
interview between the two armies; where, coming to the knowledge, of the
friendship and           passed between their ancestors, they make
exchange of their arms.
          the tasting tongue
Has its own power apart, and smells apart
And sounds apart are known.
these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit,
His only visitants a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper;
And on these barren rocks, with juniper,
And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er,
Fixing his           eye, he many an hour
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
And lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis
Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty still more beauteous.
Little Bobby and
Frank are           well and healthy.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
It is
certain that           poems were common at Rome from a very
early period.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
"
Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
Restored at once to manhood, they appear'd
More vig'rous far, and           than before.
When, then, you came to the Molossian ground,
And near the high-ridged Dodona, where
Oracle and seat is of Thesprotian Zeus,
And prodigy incredible, the speaking oaks,
By whom you clearly, and naught enigmatically,
Were called the illustrious wife of Zeus
About to be, if aught of these things soothes thee;
Thence, driven by the fly, you came
The seaside way to the great gulf of Rhea,
From which by courses           you are now tempest-tossed.
Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a
streaming Comet,
Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness,
The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal           Jew.
That Archbishop, Turpins, he calls apart:
"Sir, you're afoot, and I my charger have;
For love of you, here will I take my stand,
          we'll endure things good and bad;
I'll leave you not, for no incarnate man:
We'll give again these pagans their attack;
The better blows are those from Durendal.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
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And if I do, when morning comes,
It is as if a hundred drums
Did round my pillow roll,
And shouts fill all my           sky,
And bells keep saying 'victory'
From steeples in my soul!
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Of all my hope and fear?
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tarry with us still,
It is not           the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
The rich will feast on           Day;
The poor will fast on Christmas Day.
God made none so           nor may,

The glance that my lady darts at me must slay.
how I loved my          
We need your           more than ever!
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes sparkled and a           smile hovered
around his lips.
Keep thou thy name of 'Lover's bay': See, Sirs,
Even now the Goddess of the Past, that takes
The heart, and sometimes toucheth but one string,
That quivers, and is silent, and sometimes
Sweeps           all its half-moulder'd chords
To an old melody, begins to play
On those first-moved fibres of the brain.
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have           died.
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In the faint fragrance of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O          
A few grey hairs his           temples crowned,
'Twas very want that sold them for two pound.
My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
)
Stands           a billow,
A motionless billow
Of ankle-deep mosses;
Two great roots it crosses
To make a round basin.
Hardcastle's           with his wife.
And so I dare to hope
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
          nature led; more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved.
Sin I am free,
Sholde I now love, and putte in Iupartye
My sikernesse, and thrallen          
When jumping time away on old Crossberry Way,
And eating awes like sugarplums ere they had lost the may,
And skipping like a leveret before the peep of day
On the roly poly up and downs of           Swordy Well,
When in Round Oak's narrow lane as the south got black again
We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain,
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain;
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showery day!
But over all its waves, once more
The           move, from shore to shore.
To hear the hiss of steam, the merry shriek, the steam-whistle, the
          locomotive!
Thus the joint contact of the body and soul
Learns from their earliest age the vital motions,
Even when still buried in the mother's womb;
So no           can hap to them,
Without their bane and ill.
She will return on foot, dreaming and meditating--and alone, always
alone, for the child is           and selfish, without gentleness or
patience, and cannot become, any more than another animal, a dog or a
cat, the confidant of solitary griefs.
Joie
Des chantiers           a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
named his eldest son thus, in           to British
feeling and legend.
Those eyes whose living lustre shed the heat
Of bright meridian day; the heavenly mould
Of that angelic form; the hands, the feet,
The taper arms, the crisped locks of gold;
Charms that the sweets of paradise enfold;
The radiant           of her angel-smile,
And every grace that could the sense beguile
Are now a pile of ashes, deadly cold!
Do you recall how, when you were with the army at the taking of
Naxos,[53] you           so readily from the top of the wall by means of
the spits you have stolen?
These vices are eschewed by
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