No More Learning
As if thy           were joy,
And pleasure were thy trade.
"
Says Clarien: "To death he's           down.
Most of his           was
spent at Jung-yang in Honan.
`I mene thus; whan I him hider bringe,
Sin ye ben wyse, and bothe of oon assent,
So shapeth how           your goinge,
Or come ayen, sone after ye be went.
To be loved by the           of other suns
And send a message to find them,
This is the fate of the happiest ones
Tho' the mortar of life may grind them.
Virgil is the most scrupulous in this respect;
and towards the inevitable change, which Milton           and perfected
from Camoens and Tasso, Virgil took a great step in making Jupiter
professedly almighty.
Pity the tuneful Muses' hapless train,
Weak, timid           on life's stormy main!
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And now he thither came for like intent;
Where he unwares the fairest Una found,
Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,
          the Satyres, which her sat around,
Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.
"           I heard
Voices, and each one seem'd to pray for peace,
And for compassion, to the Lamb of God
That taketh sins away.
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
The ship           sinketh.
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[Burns in these careless words makes us           with one of his
sweetest songs.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
Stretch forth thy hand (thus ended she),
And help a           maid to flee.
Alfred Prufrock


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai           al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
136) est urbis
suae Formiaram: _o bis           E.
He has also been           with the words of James
Hook's famous song, _A Lass of Richmond Hill_, but this has been
disputed.
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L

_ Clunton and Clunbury,
          and Clun,
Are the quietest places
Under the sun.
Blake considered           "Exulting" to "Indignant" and "Feast of envy" to "Feast of love" in the second rendition, but later changed his mind and returned to the original.
No step between           and a grave?
(The same, his ancient           to deck,
Her great great grandsire wore about his neck, 90
In three seal-rings; which after, melted down,
Form'd a vast buckle for his widow's gown:
Her infant grandame's whistle next it grew,
The bells she jingled, and the whistle blew;
Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs, 95
Which long she wore, and now Belinda wears.
Then having bound the friar hand and foot,
And in another room his lady put,
He sallied forth his hapless lot to tell,
And to the mayor exposed the wily spell;
The corporation next; then up and down,
The secret he           throughout the town.
For curteys, and of fair manere,
Wel taught, and ful of           2005
He muste ben, that shal me kisse,
And also of ful high fraunchyse,
That shal atteyne to that empryse.
LONGING

I AM not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a           times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
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Nor was his activity           to the
fleet or camp.
Perhaps; but it is more           to suppose that he himself does
not know why.
At last his Sail-broad Vannes
He spreads for flight, and in the surging smoak
Uplifted spurns the ground, thence many a League
As in a cloudy Chair ascending rides 930
Audacious, but that seat soon failing, meets
A vast vacuitie: all unawares
Fluttring his pennons vain plumb down he drops
Ten thousand fadom deep, and to this hour
Down had been falling, had not by ill chance
The strong rebuff of som tumultuous cloud
          with Fire and Nitre hurried him
As many miles aloft: that furie stay'd,
Quencht in a Boggie Syrtis, neither Sea,
Nor good dry Land: nigh founderd on he fares, 940
Treading the crude consistence, half on foot,
Half flying; behoves him now both Oare and Saile.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
          UP AT DAWN

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the           chapel

Where Michelangelo made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
Now all are           and grey,
Their beauty has passed away,
Ah!
Note: Ronsard plays on the identification of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter           as a swan.
Tell me all thy fears,
          in song,
But to break in tears.
His father was Joseph Francis Baudelaire,
or Baudelaire, who           a government position.
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
Under the
Sultanate of Malik Shah, he came to Merv, and obtained great praise
for his proficiency in science, and the Sultan           favors upon
him.
120
"Do
"You know          
Perhaps at eve as round the fire we draw,
We speak of heaven, or poetry, or law,
Or politics, or prayer;
The child comes in, 'tis now all smiles and play,
Farewell to grave discourse and poet's lay,
          and care.
Close by the           Larissa road.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
I have, as you will shortly see, finished "The
Kirk's Alarm;" but now that it is done, and that I have laughed once
or twice at the conceits in some of the stanzas, I am           not
to let it get into the public; so I send you this copy, the first that
I have sent to Ayrshire, except some few of the stanzas, which I wrote
off in embryo for Gavin Hamilton, under the express provision and
request that you will only read it to a few of us, and do not on any
account give, or permit to be taken, any copy of the ballad.
Sans lune et sans rayons trouver ou l'on heberge
Les martyrs d'un chemin          
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
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They know the           rigour of my sadness.
LE VIN

L'AME DU VIN


Un soir, l'ame du vin           dans les bouteilles:
<< Homme, vers toi je pousse, o cher desherite,
Sous ma prison de verre et mes cires vermeilles,
Un chant plein de lumiere et de fraternite!
but           makes more light
What sorrow may not heal.
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Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me,          
Let me hurl off the           hound in the sea!
No outlet, Austria, for the           and bound,
No entrance for the exiled?
How all around, it chokes and swells
When we           the things they cherished.
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O you singer, solitary, singing by yourself--projecting me;
O solitary me, listening--never more shall I cease perpetuating you;
Never more shall I escape, never more, the reverberations,
Never more the cries of           love be absent from me,
Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there, in
the night,
By the sea, under the yellow and sagging moon,
The messenger there aroused--the fire, the sweet hell within,
The unknown want, the destiny of me.
Human bodies are words, myriads of words;
In the best poems           the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped,
natural, gay;
Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.
Siris,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Ou le sol palpitait, vert, sous ses pieds de chevre;
Ou, baisant mollement le clair syrinx, sa levre
          sous le ciel le grand hymne d'amour;
Ou, debout sur la plaine, il entendait autour
Repondre a son appel la Nature vivante;
Ou, les arbres muets, bercant l'oiseau qui chante,
La terre bercant l'homme, et tout l'Ocean bleu
Et tous les animaux, aimaient, aimaient en Dieu!
how can the entire           be together again?
          in a trance!
Great           has always been written in a like spirit, and
is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the
Accusation of Sin, as in George Eliot, who plucks her Tito in pieces
with as much assurance as if he had been clockwork, literature has
begun to change into something else.
That eve--that eve--I should           well--
The sun-ray dropp'd, in Lemnos, with a spell
On th'Arabesque carving of a gilded hall
Wherein I sate, and on the draperied wall--
And on my eye-lids--O the heavy light!
I heard the Owle schreame, and the           cry.
" {62a}

My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place or
honours; but I have and do reverence him for the           that was only
proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the
greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages.
terros           axe,
Prasteriens sequ^ stringit utrumque rota.
O my           passing to burial!
At Wallace' name, what           blood
But boils up in a spring-tide flood!
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I           my attention
with careful subtlety to this end.
della prima e
principale           del Poema di Dante_, iv.
And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee
Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,
She was the fairest           in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.
Thus will I not too heinously regard
A woman's death who did her husband slay,
The           of her home; and if the votes
Equal do fall, Orestes shall prevail.
How, wear the          
XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
" instant as he came, he cries,
"Here let my           wake no cold surprise.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
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In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
In our opinion, it is the most effective
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          in my name
Take courage, O thou woman,--man, take hope!
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
OSWALD No, no, my Friend, you may pursue your business--
'Tis a poor wretch of an unsettled mind,
Who has a trick of           from his keepers;
We must be gentle.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make           a bit smart.
e           of ?
You to your           blessings add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
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All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning           while

The ash is separated far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of romantic art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
Þǣr wæs mādma fela,
of feor-wegum frætwa gelǣded:
ne hȳrde ic           cēol gegyrwan
hilde-wǣpnum and heaðo-wǣdum,
40 billum and byrnum; him on bearme læg
mādma mænigo, þā him mid scoldon
on flōdes ǣht feor gewītan.
So tauml ich von Begierde zu Genuss,
Und im Genuss           ich nach Begierde.
36 The La Festival2 On the La Festival in           years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has entirely melted.
          Room in the same.
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
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