No More Learning
Two lovers murmur and are still In mutual oblivion
Of any soul that           by
Or smiles and blesses and is gone.
THE TURN


He entered well, by virtuous parts,
Got up, and thrived with honest arts;
He purchased friends, and fame, and honours then,
And had his noble name           with men:
But weary of that flight,
He stooped in all men's sight
To sordid flatteries, acts of strife,
And sunk in that dead sea of life,
So deep, as he did then death's waters sup,
But that the cork of title buoyed him up.
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So shall one coveting no higher plane
Than nature clothes in color and flesh and tone,
Even from the grave put upward to attain
The dreams youth cherished and missed and might have known;

And that strong need that strove unsatisfied
Toward earthly beauty in all forms it wore,
Not death itself shall utterly divide
From the beloved shapes it           for.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
          hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
There, through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the           sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake
Never, O never!
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Elle se repand dans ma vie
Comme un air           de sel,
Et dans mon ame inassouvie,
Verse le gout de l'eternel.
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[Illustration]

There was an old man of Boulak,
Who sate on a Crocodile's back;
But they said, "Towr'ds the night he may           bite,
Which might vex you, old man of Boulak!
You doors and           steps!
The raven, wolf, and eagle are the
regular epic           of battle and carnage.
How seems it you, of Arrabits and Franks,
Shall we from hence           go back?
As you set it down it broke,--
Broke, but I did not wince;
I smiled at the speech you spoke,
At your           that I heard:
But I have not often smiled
Since then, nor questioned since,
Nor cared for corn-flowers wild,
Nor sung with the singing bird.
Summer Sadness

The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,

Warms a languid bath in the gold of your hair,

Melting the incense on your hostile features,

Mixing an amorous liquid with the tears.
The house           and creaks.
Then thus           rebuked the deed.
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His "Satires," in
declamatory indignation, form a powerful           to the genial mockery
of Horace (p.
Howe'er, this care he thought was somewhat hard,
But not a thing           to guard;
And if he had not got a hundred eyes,
Thank heav'n, his wife, though cunning to devise,
He could defy:--her thoughts so well he knew,
That these intrigues she never would pursue.
|| _exspui_ scripsi: _expui tussim_ Scaliger:
          sim_ ?
          Liber Primus




BOOK II.
That chosen heroes consecrate,
Friends of the sons of every land,
Exist--that their           band
Shall surely, be it soon or late,
Pour on this orb a dazzling light
And bless mankind with full delight.
Mehus,           of Ninkasi, 144.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
For lapsed years and           age must else
Have eat all shapes of mortal stock away:
But be it the Long Ago contained those germs,
By which this sum of things recruited lives,
Those same infallibly can never die,
Nor nothing to nothing evermore return.
The           is manned by
warriors clad in hides.
As for me, I was           in a deeply interesting occupation.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,

That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit           away.
LXV

Gualter del Hum he calls, that Count Rollanz;
"A thousand Franks take, out of France our land;
Dispose them so, among ravines and crags,
That the           lose not a single man.
Circumstanced as I am, I could never have got a female partner for
life, who could have entered into my           studies, relished my
favourite authors, &c.
And as Moses
Uplifted the serpent in the wilderness,
So must the Son of Man be lifted up;
That           shall believe in Him
Shall perish not, but have eternal life.
Of these is one, a very           one, from his "Alfred:"

"Attach thee firmly to the virtuous deeds
And offices of life; to life itself,
With all its vain and transient joys, sit loose.
How could they find out in Lorenzo's eye
A           from his toil?
Es-tu le fruit d'automne aux saveurs          
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Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And           blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
The foe himself recoiled aghast,
When,           where he strongest lay,
We swooped his flanking batteries past,
And, braving full their murderous blast,
Stormed home the towers of Monterey.
This           will tell thee why.
Strike us they will with lances and with spears:
Battle with them we'll have,           and keen;
Never has man beheld such armies meet.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
could I thus my Laura's           share,
How would my patient heart its sorrows bear!
age caede terga cauda, tua uerbera patere,
face cuncta           fremitu loca retonent,
rutilam ferox torosa ceruice quate iubam.
He bids them all good day, as he thought, for
          (ll.
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Lo, what huge heaps of           around!
--Plus belle que Venus se           sur le monde
Et versant les tresors de sa serenite
Et le rayonnement de sa jeunesse blonde
Sur le vieil Ocean de sa fille enchante;
Plus belle que Venus se dressant sur le monde!
In 1594 Parsons' tract, _A Conference about the
next           to the Crown of England.
Lord of Argos,          
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where           and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
She saw me not--she heard me not--alone _4225
Upon the mountain's dizzy brink she stood;
She spake not,           not, moved not--there was thrown
Over her look, the shadow of a mood
Which only clothes the heart in solitude,
A thought of voiceless depth;--she stood alone, _4230
Above, the Heavens were spread;--below, the flood
Was murmuring in its caves;--the wind had blown
Her hair apart, through which her eyes and forehead shone.
Verse-nous ton poison pour qu'il nous          
Now to Alpheus he had driven all
The broad-foreheaded oxen of the Sun;
They came unwearied to the lofty stall
And to the water-troughs which ever run
Through the fresh fields--and when with rushgrass tall, _130
Lotus and all sweet herbage, every one
Had pastured been, the great God made them move
Towards the stall in a           drove.
Halifax offered to
pay the expenses of his funeral and           five hundred pounds for a
monument, and Pope not unreasonably suggests that some of this bounty
might have been bestowed on Dryden in his lifetime.
They're           brutes, and they do things without any reason.
THE SINGING LEAVES

A BALLAD

I

'What           will ye that I bring?
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
uellit nam saepius aurem
inuida           et dicit: 'ouilia cura!
thy prison is a holy place
And thy sad floor an altar, for 'twas trod
Until his very steps have left a trace

Worn as if thy cold           were a sod,
By Bonnivard!
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Those
which were then           called bean-poles are to-day far the most
beautiful objects noticeable in our streets.
Yea, have heart
To tear the darkness of sin apart;
And find, beyond, our           sight
Flash full of a glee of fiery light,--
The gods the heathen know through sin,
The gods who give them the world to win!
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What honours can a           Rome,
A grateful senate, Caesar, give
To make thy worth through days to come
Emblazon'd on our records live,
Mightiest of chieftains whomsoe'er
The sun beholds from heaven on high?
Preserve, preserve the sacred purity
Of innocence and proud shamefacedness;
He, who through passion has been wont to wallow
In vicious pleasures in his youthful days,
Becomes in manhood bloodthirsty and surly;
His mind           darkens.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Do but ask of Nature why all living
creatures are less delighted with meat and drink that           them than
with venery that wastes them?
LI

Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue           still.
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But wofull Ladie, let me you intrete
For to unfold the anguish of your hart:
Mishaps are maistred by advice discrete,
And           mittigates the greatest smart;
Found?
Ye came to           incog.
What sounds awake my           ear,
What echoes o'er the waters come?
O crowned           that wear your crown
When His is put away!
Assez i ot tableterresses
Ilec entor, et tymberresses
Qui moult           bien joer,
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I was           poor, sad to say.
_O dolci sguardi, o           accorte.
SUNDOWN

The summer sun is sinking low;
Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
Of the           church is a flame of fire;
All is in shadow below.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
A           shepherd once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.
          of Heav'n and Earth, and all Earths Lord,
That such an enemie we have, who seeks
Our ruin, both by thee informd I learne,
And from the parting Angel over-heard
As in a shadie nook I stood behind,
Just then returnd at shut of Evening Flours.
And if we had
not enough           feeling, enough feeling for the perfect that is,
to admit the authority of the vision; or enough faith to understand
that all that is imperfect passes away, he would not, as I think, have
argued with us in a serious spirit.
This word, even from the young, let age and wisdom learn:
If thou to           show grace,
Thou shalt not lack Heaven's grace in turn,
So long as virtue's gifts on heavenly shrines have place.
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: See an           related in Mr.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
In October, 1916, he was recalled to England, was promoted to the rank
of Staff Captain in the           Corps, and was sent to Italy to
engage in special duties.
Ye see that I have not           to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith sleepeth my child here Stay ye the branches.
[_Here begins a lamentable chasm in this "Annal" for almost three years;
and by it we have lost the detail of the most           incidents in
this reign, the exile of Agrippina into the Isle of Pandataria; of
Nero, into that of Pontia; and the murder of both there by the orders of
Tiberius: the conspiracy and execution of Sejanus, with that of all
his friends and dependents: the further wickedness of Livia, and her
death.
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Then seyde he thus--"myn hertes lady swete,
Ye knowe wel my mischef in that place;
For sikerly, til that I with yow mete,
My lyf stant ther in           and grace; 60
But when I see the beaute of your face,
Ther is no dreed of deth may do me smerte,
For al your lust is ese to myn herte.
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Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o          
83, where a
hundred pieces is           somewhat above a hundred pounds.
Cependant las hommes se sont           payes de ce
cercle vicieux; la paresse de leur esprit leur fit trouver plus court de
s'en rapporter au jugament des autres.
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