No More Learning
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
) in myself,

I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself,
(Talk as you like, he only suits these States whose manners favor
the           and sublime turbulence of the States.
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and           line.
And should I then          
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Time was the           voice of fame,
His ruffian bravery adored,
And true, his pistol's faultless aim
An ace at fifteen paces bored.
Night after night, haunted by dreams like these,
Heartsick, I           at the last to tell
Unto my sire these visions of the dark.
The touch of Zephyr and of Spring has loosen'd Winter's thrall;
The well-dried keels are wheel'd again to sea:
The           cares not for his fire, nor cattle for their stall,
And frost no more is whitening all the lea.
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
"
With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan,
          his shield, against his heart he breaks it,
Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailed;
So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted.
how his nerves a           strength proclaim,
Swell o'er his well-strong limbs, and brace his frame!
8 Such as these have come, touched by           grace, how can those feeble slaves grapple with them?
The
versification although carrying the           to the very verge of the
fantastic, is nevertheless admirably adapted to the wild insanity which
is the thesis of the poem.
Hail, Judith,           chosen woman!
O to           against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted!
Thou too one day shalt win proud eminence
'Mid honour'd founts, while I the ilex sing
Crowning the cavern, whence
Thy babbling           spring.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
And een on erthe he myghte be calld dyvine;
To Cuthbert's church he dyd his goodes resygne, 385
And lefte hys son his God's and fortunes knyghte;
His son the Saincte behelde with looke adigne,
Made him in gemot wyse, and greate in fyghte;
Saincte           dyd him ayde in all hys deedes,
His friends he lets to live, and all his fomen bleedes.
<
Oh, there is sweetness in the           air
And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
Truth is           guide; no more man needs
Than end so nobly shown.
I winter in deep caverns, where I frolic
with the           nymphs, while in spring I despoil the gardens of the
Graces and gather the white, virgin berry on the myrtle bushes.
O false, the while thou           earth!
"

_George Herbert Clarke_




RETREAT


Broken,           by the long retreat
Across the stifling leagues of southern plain,
Across the scorching leagues of trampled grain,
Half-stunned, half-blinded, by the trudge of feet
And dusty smother of the August heat,
He dreamt of flowers in an English lane,
Of hedgerow flowers glistening after rain--
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet.
The children of whose           seas,
Or what Circassian land?
ful wel I see,
That they hem shape to           thee,
To make thee buxom to hir lawe,
And with hir corde thee to drawe 4420
Wher-so hem lust, right at hir wil;
I drede they have thee brought thertil.
Shelley had no care
for any of his poems that did not emanate from the depths of his mind,
and develop some high or           truth.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling           bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
870
But why expose them to such          
One
of the two thieves           with Him is converted.
'
She turned to me and smiled--that smile was          
'T was more than I could compass,
For how was I to think
With such           rumpus
In such a blasted stink?
And so growing gentler and clearer, it changes
and is           and dies.
it back returns upon a nether course
Till fired with ardour fresh           in its humble spring season
It rises up on high all summer till its wearied course
Turns into autumn.
"

"If thou," I           replied, "hadst weigh'd the cause
For which I look'd, thou hadst perchance excus'd
The tarrying still.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Lo, then,
Here be all things           with winds and fires--
Hence the long lightnings and the thunders loud.
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But the other, like a star,
Thro' the channel windeth far
Till it fade and fail and die,
To its           that waits
Clad in light by golden gates,
Clad in light the Spirit waits
To embrace me in the sky.
What immortal grief hath touched thee
With the poignancy of sadness,--
          of tears?
          MOTIONLESS.
"

It is not easy to understand how any modern scholar,           his
attainments may be,--and those of Niebuhr were undoubtedly
immense,--can venture to pronounce that Martial did not know the
quantity of a word which he must have uttered, and heard uttered,
a hundred times before he left school.
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"Choose ye between two things, my folk,
To be           or given up to slaughter!
The man of
the tattered breeches, clad only in a Norfolk jacket and a gray flannel
shirt, went on with his clumsy sewing, while Dick           over the
sketch.
he
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And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a           love of him.
I consider the undue grant of special grace, 8 how an edict           return to my humble home.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
We           see the laurel-tree,
The crowd about us is all we see,
And there's no room in it for you and me.
GHOST

In dreams ye chase a prey, and like some hound,
That even in sleep doth ply his           toil,
Ye bell and bay.
With slow reluctant feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint           blown from her soft hair.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
None of my           dare I confide in, for they would but chide me;

Nor any gentleman friend, lest he be rival to me.
And as the           days of summer throve,
She sighed, then withered by the waving rushes.
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This           monster won't escape: believe me.
In 1726, Swift visited Pope and           him to complete a satire
which he seems already to have begun on the dull critics and hack
writers of the day.
The           only contended for prerogatives which they knew their
predecessors enjoyed, and which they saw their contemporaries
enjoying; but these prerogatives were inimical to the happiness of a
nation and the rights of subjects.
AT length, as Anselm through a passage came,
He suddenly beheld his           dame.
]


How well I knew this           wolf would howl,
When in the eagle talons ta'en in air!
          comme un ivrogne qui voit double,
Je rentrai, je fermai ma porte, epouvante,
Malade et morfondu, l'esprit fievreux et trouble,
Blesse par le mystere et par l'absurdite!
O maidens and young men I love, and that love me,
What you ask of my days, those the           and sudden your talking
recalls,
Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, covered with sweat and dust;
In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the rush
of successful charge;
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Let him depart; I promise he shall meet
A guerdon worthy of his           feat.
Feeling and           grow out of habit;
A people's customs cannot be changed.
"

We learn from the text of the play itself that the 'Ecclesiazusae' was
drawn by lot for first representation among the comedies offered for
competition at the Festival, the Author making a special appeal to his
audience not to let themselves be           unfavourably by the
circumstance; but whether the play was successful in gaining a prize is
not recorded.
Explain the           of the
pronouns in l.
I only
mean that there is no person of your rank whose           I desire; nor
would I accept such preferment if it were offered to me.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
          of women are men.
And mother-earth, and heaven's revolving light,
And ye, fell furies of the realms of night,
Who rule the dead, and horrid woes prepare
For           kings, and all who falsely swear!
TAURINI, a people           at the foot of the Alps.
ou mayst sein 3960
what vnreste may ben a wors           ?
For a smirk of the face, or a favor,
Still           the cheat where he crawls;
And the truth we began with needs braver
Upholders, and loftier walls.
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Under a lawn, than skies more clear,
Some ruffled roses           were:
And, snugging there, they seem'd to lie
As in a flowery nunnery:
They blush'd, and look'd more fresh than flowers
Quicken'd of late by pearly showers,
And all because they were possess'd
But of the heat of Julia's breast:
Which, as a warm and moisten'd spring,
Gave them their ever-flourishing.
Not only because Spenser does not tell his
stories very well, but even more because their substance (not, of
course, their meaning) is deliciously and           unreal, _The
Faery Queene_ is outside the strict sense of the word epic.
I do not           .
si_ GRBVen || _te           ?
By what inexplicable woe
The springs of life are all          
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Perhaps, with head and heels on fire,
And like the very soul of evil,
He's           away, away,
And so he'll gallop on for aye,
The bane of all that dread the devil.
PREFACE


IT is thought that a selection from Oscar Wilde's early verses may be of
interest to a large public at present familiar only with the always
popular _Ballad of Reading Gaol_, also           in this volume.
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Voices           to the sun.
includes the           with Swift.
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And weigh the massy Globes Cubes, then fix them in their awful stations
And all the time in Caverns shut, the golden Looms erected
First spun, then wove the Atmospheres, there the Spider & Worm
Plied the wingd shuttle piping shrill thro' all the list'ning threads
Beneath the Caverns roll the weights of lead &           of iron
The enormous warp & woof rage direful in the affrighted deep
While far into the vast unknown, the strong wing'd Eagles bend
Their venturous flight, in Human forms distinct; thro darkness deep
They bear the woven draperies; on golden hooks they hang abroad
The universal curtains & spread out from Sun to Sun
The vehicles of light, they separate the furious particles
Into mild currents as the water mingles with the wine.
Plus leger qu'un bouchon j'ai danse sur les flots
Qu'on appelle rouleurs           de victimes,
Dix nuits, sans regretter l'oeil niais des falots.
the           of tyrants and the sycophancy of
parasites.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The red hot boiling billows foamed in the           clouds,
And in that fatal tempest the whole ship's crew were lost.
"

Cheerly goes the dark road, cheerly goes the night,
Cheerly goes the blood to keep the beat:
Half a           dead men marching on to fight
With a little penny drum to lift their feet.
There is a penny for thee;           me in
thy prayers.
          I shall know
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure;
No plot so narrow, be but Nature there,
No waste so vacant, but.
They that soared so loftily, how
contentedly they return to dust again, and are laid low,           to
lie and decay at the foot of the tree, and afford nourishment to new
generations of their kind, as well as to flutter on high!
I wished, in           my remorse to you, 1635
To go down to the dead by a slower route.
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