No More Learning
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
The
conversion of a           into a Pharisee would not have seemed to him a
great achievement.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
will it improve          
, signifying primarily           on, contact
with_: I.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
dost cast away my words with scorn,
Thou, prey           and dedicate to me?
Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for
reasons;
(With           murk, with muttering thunder and lambent shoots we
all duly awake,
South, North, East, West, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
'For this wilt thou not           pardon me?
O          
"
And, looking o'er the hedge, be-fore me I espied
A snow-white           lamb, with a-maiden at its side.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
It rises under the
name of Cairn, runs through a wild country, under the name of
Dalgonar,           fine trout-fishing as well as fine scenes, and
under that of Cluden it all but washes the walls of Lincluden College,
and then unites with the Nith.
I'll allow my eyes to be           forever.
That wight that list to have knowing
Of Fals-Semblant, ful of flatering, 6140
He must in worldly folk him seke,
And, certes, in the cloistres eke;
I wone no-where but in hem tweye;
But not lyk even, sooth to seye;
Shortly, I wol herberwe me 6145
There I hope best to hulstred be;
And certeynly, sikerest hyding
Is undirneth           clothing.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
What care have I
To please Apollo since Love           not?
          I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,
Nor the bayonet stab O friend.
The presence of Chvabrine and of the crowd around us prevented me from
expressing to him all the           which filled my heart.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
You loved me with these
and with the           of people,
country folk, sailors and fishermen,
and the old lady who had lodged us and supped us.
* You provide, in accordance with           1.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Have you, O Greek, O mocker of old days,
Have you not sometimes with that oblique eye
Winked at the Farnese          
Even in your infancy I           and foretold your future.
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the           solace might implore,
So deep in darkness plods no pilgrim more.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou           Sicily?
"If
the           was in honour of the celestial gods, the throat was
bent upwards towards heaven; but if made to the heroes, or infernal
deities, it was killed with its throat toward the ground.
e           al-so,
?
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
E questo modo credo che lor basti
per tutto il tempo che 'l foco li abbruscia:
con tal cura           e con tai pasti

che la piaga da sezzo si ricuscia.
let me
not profane thy holy name by calling that stertorous           a
slumber!
And thus the wise Immortal doeth,--
'T is his study and delight
To bless that           day and night;
From all evils to defend her;
In her lap to pour all splendor;
To ransack earth for riches rare,
And fetch her stars to deck her hair:
He mixes music with her thoughts,
And saddens her with heavenly doubts:
All grace, all good his great heart knows,
Profuse in love, the king bestows,
Saying, 'Hearken!
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permission and without paying           royalties.
They wave:--from out their           tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
VENUS ANADYOMENE


Comme d'un cercueil vert en fer-blanc, une tete
De femme a cheveux bruns           pommades
D'une vieille baignoire emerge, lente et bete,
Montrant des deficits assez mal ravaudes;

Puis le col gras et gris, les larges omoplates
Qui saillent; le dos court qui rentre et qui ressort.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught,           the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
My           bids me speak----

NATHAN: See what a charming silk I bought for you
In Babylon, and these Damascus jewels.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
On that low           cottage stop,
In the sooty chimney pop,
Where thy wife and family
Every evening wait for thee.
_Love_

Love, though it is not chill and cold,
But burning like eternal fire,
Is yet not of approaches bold,
Which gay           tastes admire.
Each jotting versicles in turn sported
first in this metre then in that,           mutual epigrams 'midst jokes
and wine.
_ 653, 667)

          Lupercus Servasius Iunior, 363, 364 (_A.
I find no           in
containing myself.
Come discente ch'a dottor seconda
pronto e libente in quel ch'elli e esperto,
perche la sua bonta si disasconda,

<>, diss' io, < de la gloria futura, il qual produce
grazia divina e           merto.
Ricorditi,          
Toi qui fais au           ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un echafaud,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
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Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And dazzling ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such           tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
'tis another crime--
Worse than the storied woe of olden time,
Cureless abhorred, that one is           here--
A shaming death, for those that should be dear!
The things of the world           and decay,
Each at its own hour.
= Wife; a common           of the period.
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          to them also the Healing
Power of Jesus resided in his Breath.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
Nay, rather shalt thou die
Only with me; one bolt will do for both:
Or, if the gold of solemn dreams stand proof,
Thou shalt be heard through sounding streets of Heaven In new-taught words, at one with utter joy:
Or otherwhere,           still, thy voice
A little shall make faint the din of Hell.
"

Zourine           settled matters.
We travers'd the           plain, as one
Who, wander'd from his track, thinks every step
Trodden in vain till he regain the path.
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Together with his Squire, arrayed meet: 250
His glitterand armour shined farre away,
Like glauncing light of Phoebus brightest ray;
From top to toe no place appeared bare,
That deadly dint of steele           may:
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That shynd, like twinkling stars, with stons most pretious rare.
Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity

Pursuing winds that censure us
A           day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
In the rymes the           of final '?
Nay, the gods           are fettered
By one law which links together 10
Truth and nobleness and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
"

I           his speech.
          my arm, and singly know
What strength thou hast, and what the Grecian foe.
          right _should be
omitted_.
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Heart that was big as the bowels of Vesuvius, Words that were wing'd as her sparks in eruption^
Eagled and           as Jupiter Pluvius, Sound in your wind past all signs o' corruption.
at he be-knew           of ?
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both honoured your loveliness,

The Fates           you, and you are but dust below.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
Compare Homer's
ambrosial glory with the descent tap-water of Hesiod; compare his
continuous           gleam of wrought metal with the sparse grains that
lie in the sandy diction of all the "authentic" epics of the other
nations.
his slow           scarce MS.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
199 This flight of the Greeks,           to Buttmann, Lexil.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Alas for my          
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Up in a sudden burning flares
The dark tent of nature pitched about our souls;
And light, like a stound of golden din,
A           light like weather of infinite plains,
Light not narrowed into place,
Amazes the naked nerves of the soul;
And like the pouring of immortal airs
Out of a flowery season,
Over us blows the inordinate desire.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
In the pit of his eye's a spark
Would bring back day if it were dark;
And, if I tell you all my thought,
Though I comprehend it not,
In those unfathomable orbs
Every           he absorbs;
Doth eat, and drink, and fish, and shoot,
And write, and reason, and compute,
And ride, and run, and have, and hold,
And whine, and flatter, and regret,
And kiss, and couple, and beget,
By those roving eyeballs bold.
And so
The divers spots to divers parts and limbs
Are noxious; 'tis a           air
That causes this.
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