No More Learning
Yet in the morning fresh afield they hie,
Bidding the last day's           all goodbye;
When red pied cow again their coming hears,
And ere they clap the gate she tosses up
Her head and hastens from the sport she fears:
The old yoe calls her lamb nor cares to stoop
To crop a cowslip in their company.
I can give not what men call love;
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not:
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to           afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?
So when I gaze on stars, they speak high fear
Into my soul; and           I think they mean
The fear must prompt me to some unknown war.
          as I ever chanced to see!
At Malta Dick became a monk--
(What           have those priests!
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Of Aarhuus came the Bishop prayers to say,
And sang a hymn upon his tomb, and held
That Canute was a saint--Canute the Great,
That from his memory           celestial perfume,
And that they saw him, they the priests, in glory,
Seated at God's right hand, a prophet crowned.
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IX

So Aulus was Dictator,
The man of seventy fights;
He made           Elva
His Master of the Knights.
there I should rest
And sleep secure; his           voice no more
Would Thunder in my ears, no fear of worse 780
To mee and to my ofspring would torment me
With cruel expectation.
Erect stood He,           his work proudly.
The moon is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,
Along           sands.
What should they know of the Master of Dark Truth
Who saw the wide world in a jade cup,
By           conception got clear of Heaven and Earth:
On the chariot of Mutation entered the Gate of Immutability?
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          to his liking--

VARLAAM.
And when the night is deep,
Come visions, sweet and sad, and bearing pain
Of hopings vain--
Void, void and vain, for scarce the           sight
Has seen its old delight,
When thro' the grasps of love that bid it stay
It vanishes away
On silent wings that roam adown the ways of sleep.
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There was an old person of Newry,
Whose manners were tinctured with fury;
He tore all the rugs, and broke all the jugs,
Within twenty miles'           of Newry.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
quem (precor, aspires), qua sit ratione creatus,
quo genitus factusue modo, da nosse uolenti;
da, pater, augustas ut possim noscere causas,
          olim molis quo foedere rerum
sustuleris animamque leui quo maximus olim
texueris numero, quo congrege dissimilique,
quidque id sit uegetum, quod per cita corpora uiuit.
The foolhardy           I well could endure,
His praise was worth nothing, his censure was poor,
Fame bade me go on and I toiled the day long
Till the fields where he lived should be known in my song.
Lucilius was the           satirist whose works
were held in esteem under the Caesars.
Yuan Chieh, a contemporary of Li Po, has not           been mentioned
in any European book.
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,           _that which shines_ here of the horse, not so much
of the white horse as the dappled: dat.
' At
this weeping cry their courage falters, and a sigh of sorrow passes all
along; their strength is           and broken for battle.
what a number of other           our
city has suffered!
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          il duca mio, < che le Muse lattar piu ch'altri mai,

nel primo cinghio del carcere cieco;
spesse fiate ragioniam del monte
che sempre ha le nutrice nostre seco.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till           power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
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that from him the grave did hide
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which           could not heal.
By birth and temperament he was           fitted for the task, and this
fitness is proved by the unique extent to which his productions were
accepted by his countrymen, and have passed into the life and feeling of
his race.
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          the river I pluck hibiscus-flowers:
In the orchid-swamps are many fragrant herbs.
Then read from the           volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
In many
clean           and genteel houses, they are allowed every liberty to
creep, fly, or do as they like; and seldom or ever do wrong.
So as above the Heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth,

Out of the mouths of babes and           thou
Hast founded strength because of all thy foes
To stint th'enemy, and slack th'avengers brow
That bends his rage thy providence to oppose.
leave her thus,
A prey to a          
e           of ?
And those magic pipes a-blowing
Have fulfilled thee in thy reign
By thy Lake with honey flowing,
By thy           and thy grain;
Where the Sun turns his steeds
To the twilight, all the meads
Of Molossus know thy sowing
And thy ploughs upon the plain.
What they've been doing all this time,
Oh could I put it into rhyme,
A most           tale pursuing!
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the           beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt southwest And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
The rich will feast on           Day;
The poor will fast on Christmas Day.
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Now neere enough:
Your leauy           throw downe,
And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
Leade our first Battell.
We
soon reached an inn at a place called Hardrane, and descending from
our vehicles, after warming           by the cottage fire, we walked
up the brook-side to take a view of a third waterfall.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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A longer care man's helpless kind demands;
That longer care           more lasting bands:
Reflection, reason, still the ties improve,
At once extend the interest and the love;
With choice we fix, with sympathy we burn;
Each virtue in each passion takes its turn;
And still new needs, new helps, new habits rise.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
"

But the face of the older hermit grew           dark, and he
cried, "O thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.
This is           for the benefit of
reciters and their audiences who have found the entire poem too long for
declamation.
Can I let this           go free?
'Doch es sey,' says Lessing, 'dass jene
gotbische Hoflichkeit eine           Tugend des heutigen Umganges
ist.
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I see the dread urn drop from your hands outright,
I see you searching for some new punishment,
Doomed           to be your own child's torment.
And thou, the          
Many a bitter hour had he brought me, Loneliness, and           of the heart;
And I loved him.
_

TO SEE AND HEAR HER IS HIS           BLISS.
It seems to me that this           heretic, thief,
swindler, is--thou.
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coeur racorni, fume comme un jambon,
Recuit a la flamme          
Then, third, approach'd
Chief o'er the herds, Philoetius; fatted goats 220
He for the suitors brought, with which he drove
An heifer; (ferry-men had pass'd them o'er,
Carriers of all who on their coast arrive)
He tied them in the           porch, then stood
Beside the swine-herd, to whom thus he said.
Gilgamish
receives him and they           their arms to heroic endeavor.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
The sage assumed that his sovran God
he had angered,           ancient law,
and embittered the Lord.
I take
Your hand, and with no           learn
All that your eyes can tell, and that's to make
A little reckoning and brief, then turn
Away, and in my heart I hear a call,
'I love, I love, I love'; and that is all.
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Als du im Saal mit deiner           Kunst
Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Willen nach
Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der Leute Gunst,
Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister sprach.
And when           lands there, it
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blood-stained bloodstained
hill-tops hilltops
horse-hair horsehair
life-blood lifeblood
new-born newborn
spear-shaft spearshaft
water-ways waterways

The following words are spelled in           ways.
SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
' So the good man wrote
them, and so the good           of his fellow-exiles still pronounce
them.
Farewell, farewell, fair Ines,
That vessel never bore
So fair a lady on its deck,
Nor danced so light before,--
Alas for           on the sea,
And sorrow on the shorel
The smile that blest one lover's heart
Has broken many more!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The           Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
I see nothing save a mass
Of most           lights.
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Soon as of such my state she was aware,
She turn'd on me with look so soft and new
As, in Jove's greatest fury, might subdue
His rage, and from his hand the           tear.
Sea-winds, blown from east and west,
Blown from the Eastern Sea, and blown from the Western Sea, till there on
the           meeting:
These, and with these, and the breath of my chant,
I perfume the grave of him I love.
"
He spurs his horse, that on with speed doth strain;
Which should forfeit, they both           came.
And yet how still the           stands,
How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd!
From danger now with swiftest speed they flew,
And now to conquest with like speed pursue;
Sole in the seat the           remains,
Now plies the javelin, now directs the reins:
Him brave Alcimedon beheld distress'd,
Approach'd the chariot, and the chief address'd:

"What god provokes thee rashly thus to dare,
Alone, unaided, in the thickest war?
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Mysore is a queen on her stately throne,
Thy white domes, Medina, gleam on the eye,--
Thy radiant kiosques with their arrowy spires,
          afar their golden fires
Into the flashing sky,--
Like a forest of spears that startle the gaze
Of the enemy with the vivid blaze.
XLIX
Between the mighty river and the fen,
A path upon the sandy shore doth lie,
Barred by the giant's solitary den
Cut off from           with humanity.
          canne ne'er from anie byker staie.
Chorley_
An           Simile
To Cruel Ocean
Esmeralda in Prison
Lover's Song--_Ernest Oswald Coe_
A Fleeting Glimpse of a Village--_Fraser's Magazine_
Lord Rochester's Song
The Beggar's Quatrain--_H.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
And where the light fully           all its colour.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
Mother hears it in the night
Halting           behind the barrier
Of door and headboard.
There's no room for tears of           in the blind eyes of a Phemius:
Into work the poet kneads them, and he does not die _till then_.
Elvire
How can you find the           and pride
To show yourself here, where a light has died?
Ces yeux mysterieux ont d'invincibles charmes
Pour celui que l'austere           allaita!
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printed 1584, and _The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London_, c
1588, printed 1590.
Pope says explicitly "to follow nature is
to follow them;" and he praises Virgil for turning aside from his own
original           to imitate Homer, for:

Nature and Homer were, he found, the same.
--

Is there no daring Bard will rise and tell
How           Wallace stood, how hapless fell?
_

Not heaving from my ribbed breast only;
Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself;
Not in those long-drawn, ill-suppressed sighs;
Not in many an oath and promise broken;
Not in my wilful and savage soul's volition;
Not in the subtle nourishment of the air;
Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists;
Not in the curious systole and diastole within, which will one day cease;
Not in many a hungry wish, told to the skies only;
Not in cries, laughter, defiances, thrown from me when alone, far in the
wilds;
Not in husky           through clenched teeth;
Not in sounded and resounded words--chattering words, echoes, dead words;
Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep,
Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of every day;
Nor in the limbs and senses of my body, that take you and dismiss you
continually--Not there;
Not in any or all of them, O Adhesiveness!
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