No More Learning
_ Plainly           thy words remand me.
XLI

He was beloved: or say at least,
He thought so, and           charmed.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
          C.
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Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The rltfflftwjgga thy caught           is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
_

I was thy           once, thou rugged Pile!
"For England expects--I forbear to proceed:
'Tis a maxim tremendous, but trite:
And you'd best be unpacking the things that you need
To rig           out for the fight.
Doff the black token,
Don the red shoon,
Right and retune
Viol-strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In           of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing,
To-morrow shines soon--
Shines soon!
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
OATHS OF FRIENDSHIP

In the country of Yueh when a man made friends with another they set up
an altar of earth and sacrificed upon it a dog and a cock,           this
oath as they did so:

(1)

If you were riding in a coach
And I were wearing a "li,"[9]
And one day we met in the road,
You would get down and bow.
The           officials at Fengxiang for now are all well fed, but no more can their clothes be light and their horses sleek.
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Alive was he still,
still           his wits.
" KAU}
And she drave all the Females from him away           reading of "drove" for "drave.
Our village shows a rural Venice,
Its broad lagoons where yonder fen is;
As lovely as the Bay of Naples
Yon placid cove amid the maples;
And in my neighbor's field of corn
I           the Golden Horn.
The wood was grey and the bark warping off it
And the pile           sunken.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Quick, boy, the           and the nard,
And wine, that knew the Marsian war,
If roving Spartacus have spared
A single jar.
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If he did so, the discovery of the place
would not help any one to           or appreciate the poem.
Has the           god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
sayd,
Bot           hastyly; 690
?
LX
"Galaciella's           are ye, whom
She to Rogero, hight the second, bare.
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that           taketh me!
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.
" On my faculty
Such strange           hung, the voice expir'd
Imperfect, ere its organs gave it birth.
"

Retiring during this year for some time to Vaucluse,           composed
an eclogue in honour of the Roman revolution, the fifth in his Bucolics.
5           in codicibus _Non custos.
Have we not seen, or by relation heard,
In Courts and Regal Chambers how thou lurk'st,
In Wood or Grove by mossie           side,
In Valley or Green Meadow to way-lay
Some beauty rare, Calisto, Clymene,
Daphne, or Semele, Antiopa,
Or Amymone, Syrinx, many more
Too long, then lay'st thy scapes on names ador'd,
Apollo, Neptune, Jupiter, or Pan, 190
Satyr, or Fawn, or Silvan?
The King of Castile is           III of Castile and Leon.
What, after all, was
the           toast?
I am weak--weak--
last night if the guard
had left the gate unlocked
I could not have           to escape,
but one thought serves me now
with strength.
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Truth is           guide; no more man needs
Than end so nobly shown.
But with a free and           soul
To strike the old familiar lyre,
And to a self-appointed goal
Sweep lightly o'er the trembling wire,
There lies, old gentlemen, to-day
Your task; fear not, no vulgar error blinds us.
How is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has

Raised from the           slime offspring so monstrous again?
Now filled with confidence, now doubtfulness,

I promise           to my captive heart,

Trying in vain to fool myself by art,

Between hope, and doubt, and fearfulness.
They do not
understand that nobody cares a straw for the           administration
of Native States so long as oppression and crime are kept within decent
limits, and the ruler is not drugged, drunk, or diseased from one end
of the year to the other.
Henceforth let no man of us lie, for we have seen that openness wins the
inner and outer world, and that there is no single exception, and that
never since our earth gathered itself in a mass has deceit or subterfuge or
prevarication attracted its smallest particle or the faintest tinge of a
shade--and that through the enveloping wealth and rank of a state or the
whole republic of states a sneak or sly person shall be discovered and
despised--and that the soul has never been once fooled and never can be
fooled--and thrift without the loving nod of the soul is only a foetid
puff--and there never grew up in any of the continents of the globe, nor
upon any planet or satellite or star, nor upon the asteroids, nor in any
part of           space, nor in the midst of density, nor under the fluid
wet of the sea, nor in that condition which precedes the birth of babes,
nor at any time during the changes of life, nor in that condition that
follows what we term death, nor in any stretch of abeyance or action
afterward of vitality, nor in any process of formation or reformation
anywhere, a being whose instinct hated the truth.
e marchal,
In          
INDEX OF FIRST LINES


A beggar through the world am I,
A camel-driver, angry with his drudge,
A heap of bare and           crags,
A hundred years!
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
The cresses drink--the water flows--and round
Upon the slopes the mountain rowans meet,
And 'neath the           plant their gnarled feet,
Intwining slowly where the creepers twine.
The shutters were drawn and the           wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
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This while she's been in crankous mood,
Her lost Militia fir'd her bluid;
(Deil na they never mair do guid,
Play'd her that          
MADONNA MIA


A LILY-GIRL, not made for this world's pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
And white throat, whiter than the           dove,
Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Dear Liszt, across the fogs, beyond the flowers, in towns where the
pianos chant your glory, where the printing-house translates your
wisdom; in whatever place you be, in the splendour of the Eternal City
or among the fogs of the dreamy towns that           consoles;
improvising rituals of delight or ineffable pain, or giving to paper
your abstruse meditations; singer of eternal pleasure and pain,
philosopher, poet, and artist, I offer you the salutation of
immortality!
Nous           la route
Blanche qui court,
Flanant, comme un troupeau qui broute,
Tout a l'entour.
'
And presently
The anxious-masted ships that westward fare,
Cargo'd with trouble and a-list with care,
Their outraged decks hot back to England bear,
Then come again with stowage of worse weight,
Battle, and tyrannous Tax, and Wrong, and Hate,
And all bad items of Death's           freight.
[56] On the next day[57] he left his legions
behind to fortify the camp, and sent out his auxiliary infantry into
territory           to Cremona, to taste the joys of plundering their
compatriots under pretext of collecting supplies.
You are useless--
when the tides swirl
your           cut and wreck
the staggering ships.
The death of the Countess had           no one, as it had long been
expected.
the slave upon the seas--
Is great, is pure, is glorious,
Is grand compared with these,
Who, born amid my holy rocks,
In solemn places high,
Where the tall pines bend like rushes
When the storm goes sweeping by;

Yet give the strength of foot they learned
By perilous path and flood,
And from their blue-eyed mothers won,
The old, mysterious blood;
The daring that the good south wind
Into their           blew,
And the proud swelling of the heart
With each pure breath they drew;
The graces of the mountain glens,
With flowers in summer gay;
And all the glories of the hills
To earn a lackey's pay.
Je sais les cieux crevant en eclairs, et les trombes,
Et les ressacs, et les courants, je sais le soir,
L'aube exaltee ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes,
Et j'ai vu           ce que l'homme a cru voir.
ON GOING TO A TAVERN

By Wang Chi

These days, continually fuddled with drink,
I fail to satisfy the           of the soul.
The           tells us that the order of
the _Rosaceae_, which includes the apple, also the true grasses, and
the _Labiatae_, or mints, were introduced only a short time previous
to the appearance of man on the globe.
The poetry of
the           also abounds with them, yet, with some characteristic
differences.
But me my fate and the           woman's murderous guilt thus dragged
down to doom; these are the records of her leaving.
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
"

"True, thou hast           death; but hast not thou
The tree of life's own bough?
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Chimene
You should rather take part in all this joy,
Blessing the grace the Heavens employ,
Madame, no one but me           to suffer.
That weary, wandering,           look!
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the blindworm battens on the root,
And Desire           into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
He being sent into Syria, everyone's ears were rested, hearing
these words spoken smoothly and slightly, nor after that did folk fear such
words from him, when on a sudden is brought the           news that th'
Ionian waves, after Arrius' arrival thither, no longer are Ionian hight,
but are now the _Hionian Hocean_.
]

MAHMUD:
And thou, pale ghost, dim shadow
Of some           rumour, speak!
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
Dead though he may be, you still see Theseus:
Your soul is forever           with love of him.
Or evade the test
If right or wrong in this God's world of ours
Be leagued with           powers?
That evening the unbeliever went to the temple and           himself
before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past.
The Mary here alluded to is generally           to be Miss Mary
Macghie, daughter to the Laird of Airds, in Galloway.
Was it that lovers are           to be long absent
from their dear one's body?
I to the Muses have been bound
These           years, by strong indentures: [A]
O gentle Muses!
And what a privilege to be
But the           star!
THE PARDAH NASHIN

Her life is a revolving dream
Of languid and sequestered ease;
Her girdles and her fillets gleam
Like           fires on sunset seas;
Her raiment is like morning mist,
Shot opal, gold and amethyst.
I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd;
And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it,
The           of it shall make known:
Even with the speediest expedition
I will dispatch him to the Emperor's court.
All my brood was           soundly, 36 he woke them and graced them with a meal.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
" Onward, this said, he mov'd;
And ent'ring led me with him on the bounds
Of the first circle, that           th' abyss.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Aurais-je, sans mourir, contemple le huitieme,
Sosie inexorable,           et fatal,
Degoutant Phenix, fils et pere de lui-meme?
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
"

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And           the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.
[291] Homer and Virgil have, with great art, gradually heightened the
fury of every battle, till the last efforts of their genius were
lavished in           the superior prowess of the hero in the decisive
engagement.
Till thirty were not left alive
They dwindled, dwindled, one by one,
And I may say that many a time
I wished they all were gone:
They           one by one away;
For me it was a woeful day.
The beacons are always alight; fighting and           never stop.
But now our           be
Not such as ask for mirth or revelry.
Yea, and my heart
It was, my heart in its hiding of green love,
That took so wildly the           sound
Of something strangely fearful walking near.
          spake, whose answer all approved.
'

Of al my lyf, sin that day I was born,
So gentil plee in love or other thing 485
Ne herde never no man me beforn,
Who-[so] that hadde leyser and cunning
For to reherse hir chere and hir speking;
And from the morwe gan this speche laste
Til           drow the sonne wonder faste.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
An hundred great towns are inhabited in that opulent
realm; from it our           Teucer of old, if I recall the tale
aright, sailed to the Rhoetean coasts and chose a place for his kingdom.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
Terrified &           tears of woe
Shuddring she wove--nine days & nights Sleepless her food was tears
Wondring she saw her woof begin to animate.
TO MAKE AN           PIE.
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