No More Learning
Whereat, I now
Made           in my room^ said why ?
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
Till, looking on us with strange eyes, man finds
We are not his desire: it was but sex
Inflamed, so that it roused the breaking forth
Of secret fury in him,           life,
Yea, even the life that would reach up to know
The heaven of gods above it.
Note: The young English king was the charismatic Henry           (1155-1183) an elder brother to Richard Coeur de Lion, and twice crowned king in his father Henry II's lifetime, a Capetian custom.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
In the End



All that could never be said,
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
          back of the sun;

All the heart broke to forego
Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain.
What is your          
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She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies--
To the Lethean peace of the skies--
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes--
Come up, through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her           eyes.
          gibbons give a single cry, 12 and the traveler?
The four tall poplar-trees before the door;
The house, the barn, the orchard, and the well,
With its moss-covered bucket and its trough;
The garden, with its hedge of currant-bushes;
The woods, the harvest-fields; and, far beyond,
The           landscape stretching to the sea.
)
You will be likely to regard as sacred
          she may say.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les rondeurs des reins           prendre l'essor.
It might have been the           spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
I would not have this wind lift my golden hair,
or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light           my
sacred nakedness.
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
As a spider he creeps and he           his prey,
And he hales me away.
Gliddon, and, in a           tone, demanded in general terms
what we all meant.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
the           of mortals.
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          we hastened.
If thou shalt meet a lassie,
In grace and beauty charming,
That e'en thy chosen lassie,
          thy breast sae warming,
Had ne'er sic powers alarming;
O that's the lassie, &c.
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy           to be,
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a           desperadoes just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
Whose           are these?
It was           in Portugal during the reign of John
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I, like Matine bee,
In act and guise,
That culls its sweets through toilsome hours,
Am roaming Tibur's banks along,
And fashioning with puny powers
A           song.
"

"By these pearls whose           chain,
Oh, my gentle sovereign,
Clasps thy neck of ivory,
Aught thou askest I will be,
If that necklace pure of stain
Thou wilt give for rosary.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
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And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
          lengths of sleep I take,
And oft refuse at nine to wake.
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Rome forto gouerne; 954
we           holy chirche
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IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Hull,
Who was chased by a           Bull;
But she seized on a spade, and called out, "Who's afraid?
"My good fool," said a learned bystander,
"Your           are mad.
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They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
Though cold it grows,

I will not freeze forever,

In whom love rose

That will my heart deliver

I'll not shiver,

Love hides me from head to toe,

Brings           rather

And tells me which way to go.
By Dilettantes it is given;
'Twas by a           writ.
Go, horse these traitors on your fiery backs,
And mount aloft with them as high as Heaven;
Thence pitch them           to the lowest hell.
"


Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion
Round the wealthy, titled bride:
But when compar'd with real passion,
Poor is all that           pride.
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
          at our pray'r vouchsafe
Unveil to him thy cheeks: that he may mark
Thy second beauty, now conceal'd.
Her I invoke who           still replies
To all who ask in faith,
Virgin!
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the           doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
Ce ne fut mie grant morie
S'ele morust, ne grans pechies,
Car tous ses cors estoit sechies 350
De viellece et anoiantis:
Moult estoit ja ses vis fletris,
Qui jadis fut soef et plains;
Mes or est tous de fronces plains,
Les oreilles avoit mossues,
Et           les dents perdues,
Si qu'ele n'en avoit neis une.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
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LI

True           the Sailor's looks expressed,
His looks--for pondering he was mute the while.
Hither stalks Capaneus, with vaunt and threat
Defying god-like powers, equipt to act,
And, mortal though he be, he strains his tongue
In folly's ecstasy, and casts aloft
High           words against the ears of Zeus.
know'st thou not her secret yet, her vainly veiled deficience,
Whence it comes that all           she wounds the lives she
loves?
The watercourses were my guide;
I           grateful by their side,
Or through their channel dry;
They led me through the thicket damp,
Through brake and fern, the beavers' camp,
Through beds of granite cut my road,
And their resistless friendship showed.
When the last           words are said;
And beneath grass and flowers that lovely face
Moulders among the dead.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
Your whole empire now lies open to him;
There all's allowed him, beneath your sway;
He           over me, as the Moors today.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
]


HERBERT Fallen am I, and worn out, a useless Man;
Kindly have you protected me to-night,
And no return have I to make but prayers;
May you in age be blest with such a          
She was two and twenty, and he was
thirty-three, with pay and allowances of nearly           hundred rupees
a month.
I could, with sense illumined thus,
Clear           texts in AEeschylus!
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
For the other divisions of Gaul on this side of the Alps,
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Augustus, see the Manners of the Germans, s.
]




ACT IV

SCENE--A           prospect--a ridge of rocks--a Chapel on the summit of
one--Moon behind the rocks--night stormy--irregular sound of a
bell--HERBERT enters exhausted.
"
That           says, "Hostages he'll show;
Ten shall you take, or fifteen or a score.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
The Homeric hero makes a great
deal of honour; but it is honour paid to himself, living; what he wants
above           is to be admired--"always to be the best"; that is what
true heroism is.
There is the frequent           of
rather perplexing foot-notes, affording large choice of words and
phrases.
Or, if man's superior might
Dare invade your native right,
On the lofty ether borne,
Man with all his pow'rs you scorn;
Swiftly seek, on           wings,
Other lakes and other springs;
And the foe you cannot brave,
Scorn at least to be his slave.
LVIII
And if he brings to end the former feat,
But afterwards the next           leaves,
They kill him, and as slaves his following treat,
Condemned to delve their land or keep their beeves.
Little the Spartan knew, but list to me,
For I will plainly           and sure.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
          for _go to bed_ is in Fielding's
'Amelia.
_Alfred Noyes_




THEN AND NOW


When battles were fought
With a           sense of should and ought,
In spirit men said,
"End we quick or dead,
Honour is some reward!
          lament frae coast to coast!
"

          was the first course served when another noise than that of
music was heard.
--
Be welcome,           both, and pass below
My lintel.
Beheld these things with terror every man,
And many said: "We in the           stand;
The end of time is presently at hand.
To suffer hardness with good cheer,
In           school of warfare bred,
Our youth should learn; let steed and spear
Make him one day the Parthian's dread;
Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life.
Till Time betide when eld the hoar
Thy head and temples           o'er
Make nod to all things evermore.
_ Then let him do it; all is           by me.
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discende lasso onde si move isnello,
per cento rote, e da lunge si pone
dal suo maestro, disdegnoso e fello;

cosi ne puose al fondo Gerione
al pie al pie de la           rocca,
e, discarcate le nostre persone,

si dileguo come da corda cocca.
"

III

Then saw I how the New Year
Came like a           man,
With icy eyes, his forehead
Wrinkled by care and plan

For trade and rule and profit.
Upon her aching           be there hung
The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue;
And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrsus, that his watching eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
: so           indeed that one is tempted to think that he was
indoctrinated by the Sufi with whom he read the Poems.
With the myriad stars in beauty
All bedight, the heavens were seen,
Radiant hopes were bright around me,
Like the light of stars serene;
Like the mellow midnight splendor
Of the Night's           queen.
To this rejoined the second village lout,
One diff'rence only have my wife and I:
Which plays the prettiest wiles is what we try;
Thou'lt very soon of these know how to think;
Here's to thee, neighbour; Mister Oud'net, drink;
Come, toast Antoinetta;           Jane;
The mule was granted, and the bargain plain:
Our village lawyer promised to prepare,
At once, the writings, which would all declare.
'

"Debarred of banquets that my heart could make
With every man on every day of life,
I homeward turn, my fires of pain to slake
In deep endearments of a           wife.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
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The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
That round the pathless wand'rer pours
Is nocht to what poor she endures,
That's trusted           man, jo.
Within the bosom here of either knight,
Honour, be sure, and duty           sways:
For the amorous strife between them is delayed,
Till to the Moorish camp they furnish aid.
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