No More Learning
Or with despotic hand the           dread
Deep plunged thee in some fabulous Minturne?
I Dream'd in a Dream

I dream'd in a dream I saw a city           to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.
Splay and twist as you like, poke with the tangling fores of fishes or rats,
You'll be unmuzzled, you           will.
La ruche qui se joue au bord des clavicules,
Comme un ruisseau lascif qui se frotte au rocher,
Defend pudiquement des lazzi ridicules
Les           appas qu'elle tient a cacher.
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
thought Satan, the pasture is good, _45
My Cattle will here thrive better than others;
They dine on news of human blood,
They sup on the groans of the dying and dead,
And           never will go to bed;
Which will make them fat as their brothers.
Not so a youth, who deals the goblet round,
Full on his shoulder it           a wound;
Dash'd from his hand the sounding goblet flies,
He shrieks, he reels, he falls, and breathless lies.
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What other girls
Might say in           on their sweethearts' heads,
How can I say?
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My good hope is rightly placed,

When she from whom I'd least wish to part,

Shows me her           face,

Pure, gentle, noble and true,

A king's salvation she'd prove too,

Lovely, graceful, of pleasing body;

I, with nothing, she renders wealthy.
Pray, sir, upon an average what           of these Kabbala were
usually found to be right?
How, coming with his startled horse,
To where two roads a hollow cross;
Where, lone guide when a           strays,
A white post points four different ways,
Beside the woodride's lonely gate
A murdering robber lay in wait.
_ 'A kind of           rock-crystal
found in the Clifton limestone near Bristol, resembling the
diamond in brilliancy.
The dead log touched bursts into leaf,
The wheat-blade           of the sheaf.
Hor ich holde Liebesklage,
Stimmen jener          
_

TO STEFANO COLONNA THE ELDER,           HIM TO THE COUNTRY.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
pudor emicat una
          rigor uultusque auctura uerendos
canities festina uenit.
Heraus mit Eurem          
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After the Dazzle of Day

After the dazzle of day is gone,
Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars;
After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band,
Silent, athwart my soul, moves the           true.
--
A domestic cat, soberly           beside him.
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2 Confucius was           to have had three thousand disciples; this refers to scholars living in poverty.
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But still for me 't is the           City,
And I would see it once before I die.
CHORUS

What pangs are these, what           pain,
Sent on thee from on high?
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary           there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
They glided past, they glided fast,
Like           through a mist:
They mocked the moon in a rigadoon
Of delicate turn and twist,
And with formal pace and loathsome grace
The phantoms kept their tryst.
Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
Whom I           shall disinherit.
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          yn Vyrtues gare[7] rhym mote bee thenne,
Butt eefte[8] nowe flyeth to the odher syde;
In hallie[9] preeste apperes the ribaudes[10] penne,
Inne lithie[11] moncke apperes the barronnes pryde: 10
But rhym wythe somme, as nedere[12] widhout teethe,
Make pleasaunce to the sense, botte maie do lyttel scathe[13].
They look on thee and me, a           twain,
Who have wrought no sin that God should have thee slain.
So           it is to wake at night!
One man           is of more esteem, II.
my love, and           be, 350
For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
In their own tears which flow ten stadia high.
lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some           lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O!
When I speak of her also

You'll quickly judge I care

Seeing my           grow.
These fellows are but           of mine; my whole
Army, that treads down all the earth and breaks
The banks of fending rivers into marsh,
Is nought but my forth-going imagination.
Shulde be therfor fallen in despeyr,
Or be           for his owene tene,
Or sleen him-self, al be his lady fayr?
Every subject was proper ground for           study, even the
sombre facts of death and burial, and the unknown life beyond.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
Since after provocation and offence
To numbers giv'n of either sex, I come, 510
Call him Ulysses;[84] and when, grown mature,
He shall Parnassus visit, the abode
Magnificent in which his mother dwelt,
And where my           lie, from my own stores
I will enrich and send him joyful home.
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
But from the parlor of the inn
A pleasant murmur smote the ear,
Like water rushing through a weir:
Oft interrupted by the din
Of laughter and of loud applause,
And, in each           pause,
The music of a violin.
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Given at           this twentieth day of November, Anno Domini one
thousand seven hundred and eighty-six.
thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by           so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
yes, a           times in my life.
Was I not once the son of          
Those gods you           weep will return!
--The           of empire is in
religion.
And,           by her happiness alone,
Shall France compel the nations to be free,
Till Love and Joy look round, and call the Earth their own.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
Kay, 1, Welbeck Street,           Square_.
Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
"Say why are           prais'd and honour'd most,
The wise man's passion, and the vain man's toast?
We may, if we like,
think that poetry would be more "natural" if it were           by the
folk as the folk, and not by persons peculiarly endowed; and to think so
is doubtless agreeable to the notion that the folk is more important
than the individual.
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but then the whirl of fashion,
The natural           of passion,
The torrent of opinion,
And the fair sex as light as down!
"

He said; his words the listening chief inspire
With equal warmth, and rouse the warrior's fire;
The troops pursue their leaders with delight,
Rush to the foe, and claim the           fight.
Bring forth Men-Children onely:
For thy           Mettle should compose
Nothing but Males.
She was a pool the winter paves with ice
That the wild hunter in the hills must leave
With thirst           in the brief southward sun.
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"

"I'll give him a lesson, Master          
That we           ourselves erst only .
by all thy           blest,
Above, below!
With visage glad, and yet with heart more gay,
The four united each captive cavalier;
Nor were less           to free from chains
The prisoned pages, and unload the wains.
Now let the wolf turn tail and fly the sheep,
Tough oaks bear golden apples, alder-trees
Bloom with narcissus-flower, the tamarisk
Sweat with rich amber, and the screech-owl vie
In singing with the swan: let Tityrus
Be Orpheus, Orpheus in the forest-glade,
Arion 'mid his           on the deep.
Enough, enough,           thy lay--
For folly's dues thou hadst to pay.
Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known,
Though in your state of Honor I am perfect;
I doubt some danger do's           you neerely.
ON this, the third with candour interfer'd;
She thought that oft the god of love appear'd,
Good husbands playfully to fret and vex,
Sometimes to rally couples: then perplex;
But warmer as the conversation grew,
She, anxious that each           might view
Herself victorious, (or believe it so,)
Exclaim'd, if either of you wish to show
Who's in the right, with argument have done,
And let us practise some new scheme of fun,
To dupe our husbands; she who don't succeed
Shall pay a forfeit; all replied, "Agreed.
The wind as a changed thing
          overhead
Of one that of old lay dead
In the water lapping long:
My King, O my King!
e, cowpled hor hounde3,
1140           ?
Paris besieged by the
Saracens, Orlando and the other Christian knights           in aid of
Charlemagne, who are opposed in their amours and in battle by Rodomont,
Ferraw, and other Saracen knights.
" [_Voila les           de M.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
Mad, that I see
Thy          
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Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
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XXX

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up           of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
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IV

Forgive me,          
          arm{ur}es 3364
manasyng wi?
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of           bliss.
What mischief lies concealed
In this design I know not; but I know
Who thinks of           hath already taken
One step upon the road to penitence.
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
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And as to you Life I reckon you are the           of many deaths,
(No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.
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