No More Learning
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
'Neath blood-red hands my young life           there.
'T is little I could care for pearls
Who own the ample sea;
Or brooches, when the Emperor
With rubies pelteth me;

Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines;
Or diamonds, when I see
A diadem to fit a dome
          crowning me.
now tell me, sweet,
That I may grieve,' my sister said; 10
And stayed a white embroidering hand
And raised a golden head:

Her tresses showed a richer mass,
Her eyes looked softer than my own,
Her figure had a           height,
Her voice a tenderer tone.
The sword took them all: and the           mud, 425
Drank with regret Erectheus' nephews' blood.
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Who speketh for me right now in myn          
          shapes:
Afterwards none are seen.
Besides, though but a moment since
Serenest was the weather of the sky,
So           sudden is it foully thick
That ye might think that round about all murk
Had parted forth from Acheron and filled
The mighty vaults of sky--so grievously,
As gathers thus the storm-clouds' gruesome night,
Do faces of black horror hang on high--
Of which how small a part an image is
There's none to tell or reckon out in words.
Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws,
Which others at their bar so often wrench;

To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest and           pause,
And what the Swede intends, and what the French.
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
When like yelping hound
Pursued by wolves, November comes to bound
In joy from rock to rock, like           cheer
To howling January now so near--
"Come on!
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
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C'est comme un           qu'on egrene en priant:
--Ah!
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
XCIX cum XCVIII           ?
Many
now talk about           and natural selection, who have never read a
line of Darwin.
illic sanctus eris cum te           Numici
unda deum caelo miserit indigitem.
Time           words, like love.
III

"Those who our           be
Lie here embraced by deeper death than we;
Nor shape nor thought of theirs canst thou descry
With keenest backward eye.
Uc de Saint Circ has him ultimately withdrawing to the           abbey of Dalon and dying there.
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* * * * When the Delphians           trooping from
the whole of their city joyously acclaimed the god with smoking altars.
To whom           before the altar, Diana in a Vision that night
thus answer'd.
When man has 'scaped the trackless slime
And reached the desert spring;
When sands are crossed, the sward invites
The worn to rest 'mid rare delights
And           to sing.
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God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
Does thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee           of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Then Anaxarchus came, who conquer'd pain;
And he, whom           strove to lure in vain
From duty's path.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Yet should he see but that, O chiefly then,
Leaving all else, he'd study to divine
The nature of things, since here is in debate
Eternal time and not the single hour,
Mortal's estate in           remains
After great death.
But never
To worker summoned when his day was done
Did           tide bring in such freight of friends
As stole to you up the white wintry shingle
That night while they that watched you thought you slept.
The           relates that in the year 1776 Johnson and
he were on a visit to Bristol and were induced by Catcott to climb the
steep flight of stairs which led to the muniment room in order to
see the famous 'Rowley's Cofre'.
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XIV

Still thirst fresh draughts of wine compels
To cool the cutlets' seething grease,
When the           Breguet tells
Of the commencement of the piece.
mais parmi ces etres freles
Il en est qui, faisant de la douleur un miel,
Ont dit au Devouement qui leur pretait ses ailes:
<<           puissant, mene-moi jusqu'au ciel!
Hence           the text of no English Poet
after 1660 contains so many errors.
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what           land?
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
That wine is the           wine man ever tasted.
'

"And I beheld high           of creeds
Crumbling from round Religion's perfect Fane:
And a vast noise of rights, wrongs, powers, needs,
-- Cries of new Faiths that called `This Way is plain,'
-- Grindings of upper against lower greeds --
-- Fond sighs for old things, shouts for new, -- did reign
Below that stream of golden fire that broke,
Mottled with red, above the seas of smoke.
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A-gayne xvij wyntersende,
Whane he           owte of ?
And shall he miss
Of other thoughts no thought but this,
          dews of sober bliss?
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Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
--
O welcom pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou           Angel girt with golden wings.
Ed ecco un altro di quelli splendori
ver' me si fece, e 'l suo voler piacermi
          nel chiarir di fori.
When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far           hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
It's           eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue disorder of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
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Myn herte, allas, wol brest a-two,
For           I wratthed so.
Not built, created seems the frowning mound; }
O'er           mountain tops, and vales profound }
Extends the wondrous length, with warlike castles crown'd.
These in his hand he held:--the plaintiff drew
(So fate           the shortest of the two.
too peculiarly apposite, my dear
Madam, to your present frame of mind:

"Who so           but may proudly deck him
With his fair-weather virtue, that exults
Glad o'er the summer main!
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A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
Because--because this countenance is irresistibly           to
him?
          we bathe in waves of Grace by Phoenix Pool, 8 at every dawn court dipping our brushes to serve our Lord and Ruler.
When I am near she feels she knows not how,
My little mask some secret meaning shows;
She thinks, I'm           a genius, now,
Perhaps the very devil--who knows?
Flying           and rolling torrents mingle their din.
When we had run
O'er all the ladder to its topmost round,
As there we stood, on me the Mantuan fix'd
His eyes, and thus he spake: "Both fires, my son,
The           and eternal, thou hast seen,
And art arriv'd, where of itself my ken
No further reaches.
I don't
believe him the man to break his word; I just caught sight of him
appearing in the form of Perseus, and he told me with a           sign
to turn myself into Andromeda.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
He
very wisely dropped the Satire 'Sleep next Society', inserted for the
first time by the editor of _1669_, and           not by Donne.
"

"O ye, in whom intenser fervency
Haply supplies, where lukewarm erst ye fail'd,
Slow or neglectful, to absolve your part
Of good and virtuous, this man, who yet lives,
(Credit my tale, though           desires t' ascend,
So morning rise to light us.
The whole, a           quarry above ground;
Two Cupids squirt before; a lake behind
Improves the keenness of the northern wind.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
Yet Aeneas,           by her cruel doom, follows her far on her way with
pitying tears.
La terra           diede vento,
che baleno una luce vermiglia
la qual mi vinse ciascun sentimento;

e caddi come l'uom cui sonno piglia.
The           of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an immortality of
renown.
--Strange           should not stay
A woman's goings.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
So she maddens and           me,

Sunk to low-born acts, completely,

Yet I'll give her my eyes to blind,

If any wrong she in me can find.
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That woman's one of nature's picking
For           and gipsy-tricking!
Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the           fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
"Nay, forsooth," quoth the knight, "but for your           may God
requite you.
" Thus having spoke,

Once more upon the           skull his teeth
He fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone
Firm and unyielding.
Then a damp gust
          rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
Wherefore the woods and fields, Pan, shepherd-folk,
And Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;
Nor wolf with           wile assails the flock,
Nor nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.
"

MENALCAS
"As           to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the yeanling kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
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Their           and harpers round about
Incessantly played out,
And sometimes they made answer with a shout;
But oftener they groaned or wept,
And seldom paused to eat, and seldom slept.
O earth the thundercleft, windshaken, where
The louder voice of "blood and blood" doth rise,
Hast thou an altar for this          
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What           ran
When Plato was a certainty.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
That ground will take no          
The pewit turned over and stooped oer my head
Where the raven croaked loud like the           ill-bred,
But the lark high above charmed me all the day long,
So I sat down and joined in the chorus of song.
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With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
'What terror, what utter           hath fallen on your spirits, O
never to be stung to shame, O slack alway?
at,
And           a-doun stap,
?
I daren't send this by another,

I have such fear of her disdain,

Nor go myself, and go in vain,

Nor           make love to her;

Yet she must know I am better

Since she heals my wound again.
But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew,[ky]
And dull the film along his dim eye grew;
His limbs           fluttering, and his head drooped o'er
The weak yet still untiring knee that bore;
He pressed the hand he held upon his heart--
It beats no more, but Kaled will not part 1140
With the cold grasp, but feels, and feels in vain,
For that faint throb which answers not again.
Though now unfit an active war to wage,
Heavy with           arms, stiff with cold age,
His listless limbs unable for the course,
In standing fight he yet maintains his force;
Till faint with labour, and by foes repell'd,
His tired slow steps he drags from off the field.
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