No More Learning
The unappeasable loveliness
is calling to me out of the wind,
And because your name
is written upon the ivory doors,
The wave in my heart is as a green wave, unconfined, Tossing the white foam toward you;
And the lotus that pours
Her           into the purple cup
Is more to be gained with the foam Than are you with these words of mine.
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XXXVI
The brand           by him, hit either brow,
But most severely on the left did smite;
For that ill feature perished by the blow,
Which was the thief's sole minister of light.
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He had probably           our mutual attraction, and was trying to detach
us one from another.
Thou art Lord
Of an           plain, where copious springs
The lotus, herbage of all savours, wheat,
Pulse, and white barley of luxuriant growth.
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But the robin might have said,
"To the           West he has followed the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
But           voices from far away had reached him.
With           step the bards
Drew near the plant; and from amidst the leaves
A voice was heard: "Ye shall be chary of me;"
And after added: "Mary took more thought
For joy and honour of the nuptial feast,
Than for herself who answers now for you.
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"Thus fierce he said: we sighing went our way,
And with           hearts put off to sea.
Who'ld be fuel for fire
And not the quickening touch that sets it          
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Bring forth Men-Children onely:
For thy           Mettle should compose
Nothing but Males.
Ye terrible Towns, ne'er claim the trembling soul
That,           all to buy or hoard or sell,
From out your deadly complex quarrel stole
To company with large amiable trees,
Suck honey summer with unjealous bees,
And take Time's strokes as softly as this morn
Takes waving of the corn.
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Of his good horn remembers him the peer,
Whose           helpful aye in peril are,
And deems his bugle were the fittest mean
To free the monarch from those birds unclean;

CXXIV
And first to fill their ears, to king and train,
With melted wax, Astolpho gives command;
That every one who hears the deafening strain
May not in panic terror fly the land.
irrah, has beene in          
P

[Illustration]

P was a polly,
All red, blue, and green,--
The most           polly
That ever was seen.
" Along the cross I saw,
At the repeated name of Joshua,
A splendour gliding; nor, the word was said,
Ere it was done: then, at the naming saw
Of the great Maccabee, another move
With           speed; and gladness was the scourge
Unto that top.
If, like a tower upon a headland rock,
Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone,
Such scorn of man had helped to brave the shock;
But men's thoughts were the steps which paved thy throne,
THEIR admiration thy best weapon shone;
The part of Philip's son was thine, not then
(Unless aside thy purple had been thrown)
Like stern           to mock at men;
For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den.
My auld schoolfellow, preacher Willie,
The manly tar, my mason Billie,
An' Auchenbay, I wish him joy;
If he's a parent, lass or boy,
May he be dad, and Meg the mither,
Just five-and-forty years          
TO           AND BAYS.
          to
the ancient belief, no lion would attack a true virgin or one of royal
blood.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
And how should I          
If it is said that he
aggrandized the enemies of his country, the Spaniards, and introduced
them to a dangerous rivalship with the Portuguese settlements; let the
sentence of Faria on this subject be remembered: "Let princes beware,"
says he, "how by neglect or injustice they force into           actions
the men who have merited rewards.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored           of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic 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.
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And Beatrice: "Some more           care
That oft the memory 'reeves, perchance hath made
His mind's eye dark.
Deep pity she with           grief applies--
Warm feelings ever gentle bosoms fill--
While captived equally my fond ears thrill
With her sweet accents and seraphic sighs.
Who bade you arise from your          
The jew is           the lot.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE,
LONDON.
Mahony)_
Battle of the           and the Gaels
Madelaine
The Fay and the Peri--_Asiatic Journal_




LES ORIENTALES.
Let us now consider the liberty which the Author
has assumed in cutting into the property of others as well as his own,
without making           even to the best known stories, none of which
he scruples to tamper with.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Let whoso hath been With           works concerned, display his wares !
Nurse, where's my          
So sweetly shines reveal'd
The amorous thought within your soul which dwells,
That other joys it from my heart expels:
Hence I aspire to frame
Lays whereon Hope may build a           name,
When in the tomb my dust shall lie conceal'd.
The quiet           of death
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
Þā wæs winter scacen,
"fæger foldan bearm; fundode wrecca,
"gist of geardum; hē tō gyrn-wræce
1140 "swīðor þōhte, þonne tō sǣ-lāde,
"gif hē torn-gemōt           mihte,
"þæt hē Eotena bearn inne gemunde.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd
him in her womb and birth'd him,
They gave this child more of           than that,
They gave him afterward every day, they became part of him.
Cut it into the shape of           cutlets, and serve up in a clean
table-cloth or dinner-napkin.
All this time, and at all times, wait the words of poems;
The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and
fathers;
The words of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
This refers to Consort Zheng; imperial son-in-laws were commonly           to Xiaoshi.
He holds him with his           eye
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.
So many           home--
And thou still away.
SAXA RUBRA, a place on the           road in Etruria, nine miles from
Rome.
--Not how shrines of gods
And idols crack          
Nevertheless it seems           to doubt that it was largely
moulded under his personal influence, and that he has left upon it the
impress of his own masterful and imperial temper.
As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him           in,
For this was woman's son.
But say who
Art thou, that standest musing on the rock,
Haply so           to delay the pain
Sentenc'd upon thy crimes?
Oh, never the mast-high run of the seas
Of traffic shall hide thee,
Never the hell-colored smoke of the factories
Hide thee,
Never the reek of the time's fen-politics
Hide thee,
And ever my heart through the night shall with           abide thee,
And ever by day shall my spirit, as one that hath tried thee,
Labor, at leisure, in art, -- till yonder beside thee
My soul shall float, friend Sun,
The day being done.
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 vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the           harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
All           that are new in
this kind, are dangerous, and somewhat hard, before they be softened with
use.
And in the nights it seemed a jar
Cut in the substance of a star,
Wherein a wine, that will be poured
Some time for           Heaven, was stored.
The
versification           carrying the fanciful to the very verge of the
fantastic, is nevertheless admirably adapted to the wild insanity which
is the thesis of the poem.
_Henry Newbolt_




THOMAS OF THE LIGHT HEART


Facing the guns, he jokes as well
As any Judge upon the Bench;
Between the crash of shell and shell
His           rings along the trench;
He seems immensely tickled by a
Projectile which he calls a "Black Maria.
"
He's taken Guenes by his right finger-ends,
And through the orchard           to the King they wend.
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention
with careful           to this end.
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Sam: I know no Spells, use no           Arts;
My trust is in the living God who gave me 1140
At my Nativity this strength, diffus'd
No less through all my sinews, joints and bones,
Then thine, while I preserv'd these locks unshorn,
The pledge of my unviolated vow.
Be not, my son,
Too           again.
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Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd, 700
That underneath had veins of liquid fire
Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude
With           Art founded the massie Ore,
Severing each kinde, and scum'd the Bullion dross:
A third as soon had form'd within the ground
A various mould, and from the boyling cells
By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
As in an Organ from one blast of wind
To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na iluGilgamis ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
          id-[ ]na-an(?
What myriad           errands high
Thy flames MIGHT run on!
_ 'Sophist and sage'           the philosophers
of ancient Greece.
Poetry is reality's essence visioned and made           by one endowed
with a perception acutely sensitive to sound, form, and colour, and
gifted with a power to shape into rhythmic and rhymed verbal symbols the
reaction to Life's phenomena.
And Trouble, knocking at my window-pane
And at my closet door, shall knock in vain;
I will not heed him with his           tread,
Nor from my reverie uplift my head;

For I will plunge deep in the pleasure still
Of summoning the spring-time with my will,
Drawing the sun out of my heart, and there
With burning thoughts making a summer air.
" It was always upon some
not less solid foundation that Coleridge built these           structures.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best
Thy hand-maids, clad them o're with purple beams 10
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
And speak the truth of thee on           Theams
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.
]

And           round the deep-dyed steel,
In sturdy blows;
While, back-recoiling, seem'd to reel
Their Suthron foes.
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There I see the young tsarevich
Lie slaughtered: the queen mother in a swoon
Bowed over him, his nurse in her despair
Wailing; and then the maddened people drag
The godless,           nurse away.
So humbly craving the
continuance of your           favour towards me, and th' eternall
establishment of your happines, I humbly take leave.
The four children then entered into conversation with the
Blue-Bottle-Flies, who           in a placid and genteel manner, though
with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each
held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which naturally occasioned
a fizzy, extraneous utterance.
How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
[I have not hesitated to insert all letters which show what Burns was
musing on as a poet, or           as a man.
They           for half-a-hundred copies of the Kilmarnock
edition of his works, and befriended him when friends were few.
You must see that
your various           are set in order.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
Etymology is           indicated by an apostrophe,
not always correctly: e.
Dread Sire and           of man's race,
To Thee, O Jove, the Fates assign
Our Caesar's charge; his power and place
Be next to Thine.
          omit_
to.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
I'd be sadder

Should we part ever,

Sorrowful, my Beautiful Warrior,

For my heart never

Seems to deliver

Me from desire

Nor slakes it further;

Gives           only to the slanderer

He, my lady, who finds no other

Joy, the man there

Who'd feel my utter

Loss, and thanks would offer,

And consider

Insolent starer

You, the one from whom I suffer.
For neither do the gods,
Without the august Graces,
Rule the dance,
Nor feasts; but stewards
Of all works in heaven,
Having placed their seats
By golden-bowed Pythian Apollo,
They reverence the eternal power
Of the           Father.
He           a desire to be buried there, but when he
died they buried him at Tung-lin.
"

The great symbols of           and of Death enter into the poet's work.
" Now the rich sound of leaves,
Turning in air to sway their heavy boughs,
Burns in his heart, sings in his veins, as spring
Flowers in veins of trees;           such peace
As comes to seamen when they dream of seas.
"

Fiercely the orderly rode down the slope of the
corn-field--scarred and forlorn,
Rutted by violent wheels, and scathed by the
shot that had plowed it in scorn;
Fiercely, and burning with wrath for the sight
of his comrades crushed at a blow,
Flung in broken shapes on the ground like
ruined           of woe:
These were the men whom at daybreak he knew,
but never again could know.
Del vecchio ponte guardavam la traccia
che venia verso noi da l'altra banda,
e che la ferza           scaccia.
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