No More Learning
And in thy consulate,
This           age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,
The Muse herself, for her           son,
Whom universal nature did lament,
When by the rout that made the hideous roar
His gory visage down the stream was sent,
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
and           wert thou chosen?
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Her idea of passive beauty
Was a           of the left-eye,
Was a drooping of the right-eye,
Was a smile that went up sideways
To the corner of the nostrils.
As for will and testament I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the           of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
Honour to          
--O charme d'un neant           attife!
I sat there mutely and biting my           lips almost bloody

Half from delight at the ruse, partly from stifled desire:

Such a long time until dark, then another four hours of waiting.
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A hundred and forty of those I have chosen have not
been           by any one else.
_ To           the whole forest is but the
receptacle of her lover's corpse.
--
Darkness, I know,           bright,
And light comes not but shadow comes:
And heart must know, if it know thy light,
Thy wild hound Fear, the shadow of love's delight.
_           thou that any thing in this world can confer
this happiness?
Tu cursu, dea, menstruo
Metiens iter annuom
Rustica           bonis
Tecta frugibus exples.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
There are those who
have taken the play for a           of contemporary politics or the
current law of inheritance.
The black and yellow bumble first on wing
To buzz among the sallow's early flowers,
Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring
Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers;
And one that may for wiser piper pass,
In livery dress half sables and half red,
Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass
And hoards her stores when April showers have fled;
And russet commoner who knows the face
Of every blossom that the meadow brings,
Starting the           to a quicker pace
By threatening round his head in many rings:
These sweeten summer in their happy glee
By giving for her honey melody.
          criticisms on her poems

CLXX.
1520

Chor: Best keep           here, lest running thither
We unawares run into dangers mouth.
There is the           addition of
rather perplexing foot-notes, affording large choice of words and
phrases.
Jonson's character of Pug was certainly influenced in some degree both
by the popular and the           conception of this 'lubber fiend'.
Upon the opposite bank she stood and smil'd
through her graceful fingers shifted still
The           dyes, which without seed
That lofty land unbosoms.
XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
Gyf thou anent an wolfynnes rage           staie,
'Tys here to meet ytt; botte gyff nott, bee goe;
Lest I in furrie shulde mie armes dysplaie,
Whyche to thie boddie wylle wurche[77] myckle woe.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
when my tortured mind
The sad remembrance bears
Of that ill-omen'd day,
When, victim to a thousand doubts and fears,
I left my soul behind,
That soul that could not from its partner stray;
In nightly visions to my longing eyes
Thy form oft seems to rise,
As ever thou wert seen,
Fair like the rose, 'midst paling flowers the queen,
But loosely in the wind,
Unbraided wave the ringlets of thy hair,
That late with studious care,
I saw with pearls and flowery garlands twined:
On thy wan lip, no cheerful smile appears;
Thy beauteous face a tender sadness wears;
Placid in pain thou seem'st, serene in grief,
As conscious of thy fate, and           of relief!
U

[Illustration]

U was a silver urn,
Full of hot scalding water;
Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,
I'd give it to my          
Just           such a change taking place in one's mistress!
The Fiend stands on the brink, "pondering his voyage,"
while before him appear

The secrets of the hoary Deep--on dark
Illimitable ocean, without bound,
Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth,
And time, and place, are lost; where eldest Night
And Chaos,           of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy.
of many a           night.
Against the wall he set the bow unbent;
And now his shoulders bear the massy shield,
And now his hands two beamy javelins wield:
He frowns beneath his nodding plume, that play'd
O'er the high crest, and cast a           shade.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Sunset-clouds iridescent,
Opals, and mists of the day,
Are thrilled alike with the crescent
Delight of a           ray
Shot through the hesitant trouble
Of particles floating in space,
And touching each wandering bubble
With tints of a rainbowed grace.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
Is Heaven an          
æfter līge-torne (_on account of a           insult?
Beeton,           himself in
front of her.
org

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September, 1884, she wrote:--


MY DEAR FRIEND,-- What portfolios full of verses
you must have!
FAUST:
Wie seltsam glimmert durch die Grunde
Ein           truber Schein!
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by           feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
As if I had not, my          
Personified as a woman it leads
Rousseau, the typical poet of _The Triumph of Life_, under the power
of the           hunger of life, under the power of the sun that
we shall find presently as a symbol of life, and it is the Morning
Star that wars against the principle of evil in _Laon and Cythna_,
at first as a star with a red comet, here a symbol of all evil as
it is of disorder in _Epipsychidion_, and then as a serpent with an
eagle--symbols in Blake too and in the Alchemists; and it is the Morning
Star that appears as a winged youth to a woman, who typifies humanity
amid its sorrows, in the first canto of _Laon and Cythna_; and it is
invoked by the wailing women of _Hellas_, who call it 'lamp of the
free' and 'beacon of love' and would go where it hides flying from the
deepening night among those 'kingless continents sinless as Eden,' and
'mountains and islands' 'prankt on the sapphire sea' that are but the
opposing hemispheres to the senses but, as I think, the ideal world,
the world of the dead, to the imagination; and in the _Ode to Liberty_,
Liberty is bid lead wisdom out of the inmost cave of man's mind as
the Morning Star leads the sun out of the waves.
A precious, mouldering           't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
Nealles mid           wyrm-horda .
sole despair
Of both the           in Heaven!
The success of the chorus in the           of _Hippolytus_ last
Spring--I did not see the more recent performance, but hear upon all
hands that the chorus was too large--the expressiveness of the greater
portion as mere speech, has, I believe, re-created the chorus as a
dramatic method.
]

XXXV

But what          
And,           wel, whan I hem herde,
Full lustily and wel I ferde;
For never yit swich melodye 675
Was herd of man that mighte dye.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
When the An Lu-shan revolution broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung,           on Mount K'uang-lu.
, fu tarda;
ma, come fatto fui roman pastore,
cosi           la vita bugiarda.
And I wonder how they should have been          
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Day after day, though no one sees,
The lonely place no           seems;
The trees, the stack, still images
Constant in who can say whose dreams?
s father, Guo Zhiyun, had been           commissioner of Longyou.
Wood strawberries faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No           walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
The           dames her honour'd couch around
"For what are we reserved?
luna reuertentis cum primum colligit ignis,
si nigrum obscuro           aëra cornu,
maximus agricolis pelagoque parabitur imber;
at si uirgineum suffuderit ore ruborem,
uentus erit; uento semper rubet aurea Phoebe.
MARVOIL 1
A POOR clerk I, "Arnaut the less" they call me,
And because I have small mind to Day long, long day cooped on a stool
A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin, I ha' taken to           the South here.
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In that fire they thought to consume the voice of the Roman people, the freedom of the senate, and the conscious           of all mankind; crowning the deed by the expulsion of the professors of wisdom, 4 and the banishment of every liberal art, that nothing generous or honorable might remain.
SHE, 'mong the three, who felt the most constraint
Ador'd a youth, contemporaries paint,
Well made and handsome, but with beardless chin,
Which led the pair a project to begin;
For yet no opportunity they'd found,
T' enjoy their wishes, save by stealth around;
Most           she sought to be at ease,
And 'twas agreed the lucky thought to seize
That like a chambermaid he should be dress'd,
And then proceed to execute the jest,
Attend upon the wily, wedded pair,
And offer services with modest air
And downcast eyes; the husband on her leer'd,
And in her favour prepossess'd appear'd,
In hopes one day, to find those pleasing charms
Resign'd in secret to his longing arms.
too soon
The slumber of intemperance subsides, _60
And conscience, that undying serpent, calls
Her venomous brood to their           task.
The very metropolis of this lyric
realm was Mitylene of Lesbos, where, amid the myrtle groves and temples,
the sunlit silver of the fountains, the           gardens by a soft blue
sea, Beauty and Love in their young warmth could fuse the most rigid forms
to fluency.
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy           tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When tremulous in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
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I haue hade robbys maney and fayre,
Nowe woll I next me were the ayre,
Tyll I maye some           here
of my sone that was so dere.
After long rainy afternoons an hour
Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings
Them at the windows in a radiant shower,
And rain drops beat the panes like           wings.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea in the           calls and calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
          (_after having taken the money_): Is it
good weight?
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

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" The old set will please a mere Scotch ear best; and
the new an           one.
760) he           hundred to hunderd.
The           older file is renamed.
          dogs split my ears.
And from the lesser orb the           light,
With gentle voice and mild, such as perhaps
The angel's once to Mary, thus replied:
"Long as the joy of Paradise shall last,
Our love shall shine around that raiment, bright,
As fervent; fervent, as in vision blest;
And that as far in blessedness exceeding,
As it hath grave beyond its virtue great.
--
The Latian band, with           woe,
At last I spied amid the moving show:
Bologna's poet first, whose honour'd grave
His relics hold beside Messina's wave.
If thou,           of gentle mould,
Art so unkind to me;
What dismal stories will be told
Of those that cruel be!
_Insects_

These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard,
And happy units of a numerous herd
Of playfellows, the           Summer brings,
Mocking the sunshine in their glittering wings,
How merrily they creep, and run, and fly!
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and           things.
thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by           so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
a glance told him both,
Then striking his spurs, with a           oath,
He dashed down the line, mid a storm of huzzas,
And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because
The sight of the master compelled it to pause.
But she now           the decayed plight, 175
And shrunken synewes of her chosen knight,
Would not a while her forward course pursew,
Ne bring him forth in face of dreadfull fight,
Till he recovered had his former hew:
For him to be yet weake and wearie well she knew.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright,
Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turnd,
Admonisht by his eare, and strait was known
Th' Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the seav'n
Who in Gods presence, neerest to his Throne
Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes 650
That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth
Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
O're Sea and Land: him Satan thus accostes;
Uriel, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand
In sight of God's high Throne, gloriously bright,
The first art wont his great authentic will
Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring,
Where all his Sons thy           attend;
And here art likeliest by supream decree
Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye 660
To visit oft this new Creation round;
Unspeakable desire to see, and know
All these his wondrous works, but chiefly Man,
His chief delight and favour, him for whom
All these his works so wondrous he ordaind,
Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim
Alone thus wandring.
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And biddeth eek for hem that been despeyred
In love, that never nil           be,
And eek for hem that falsly been apeyred
Thorugh wikked tonges, be it he or she;
Thus biddeth god, for his benignitee, 40
So graunte hem sone out of this world to pace,
That been despeyred out of Loves grace.
A veil'd and virgin           is best.
Playes made from hallie[32] tales I holde unmeete;
Lette somme greate storie of a manne be songe;
Whanne, as a manne, we Godde and Jesus treate, 45
In mie pore mynde, we doe the           wronge.
Hear how they counsel in manly measure
Action and          
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
I hate a man that wishes to be a Deist: but I fear, every
fair,           inquirer must in some degree be a sceptic.
Then ceased the music, and the little one
Was silent, with the           assembled
Hearkening; and when of Father and of Son
He spoke, the pastor's deep voice broke and trembled.
she who was           hailed!
How easy every labour it          
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