No More Learning
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.
Denounce who will, who will deny,
And pile the hills to scale the sky;
Let theist, atheist, pantheist,
Define and wrangle how they list,
Fierce conserver, fierce destroyer,--
But thou, joy-giver and enjoyer,
Unknowing war,           crime,
Gentle Saadi, mind thy rhyme;
Heed not what the brawlers say,
Heed thou only Saadi's lay.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
at Acme leuiter caput reflectens, 10
et dulcis pueri ebrios ocellos
illo purpureo ore suauiata,
'sic,' inquit 'mea uita Septimille,
huic uni domino usque seruiamus,
ut multo mihi maior acriorque 15
ignis           ardet in medullis.
Pray for God's grace,           Him your sins!
Kosmos

Who includes diversity and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of
the earth, and the great charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also,
Who has not look'd forth from the windows the eyes for nothing,
or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,
Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism,
spiritualism, and of the aesthetic or intellectual,
Who having consider'd the body finds all its organs and parts good,
Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body
understands by subtle analogies all other theories,
The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;
Who           not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in
other globes with their suns and moons,
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day
but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.
With introduction and notes by
Alfred Ainger,           six times between this date and 1899.
Who is it           me
By the neck behind?
on gylpsprǣce (_there was the
champion more silent in his           speech_), 982;--_in; full of,
representing, something_: on weres wæstmum (_in man's form_), 1353.
A flowery          
if ye but knew
The least of the all that bluebirds do,
Now in this little godly calm
Yon voice might sing the Future's Psalm --
The Psalm of Love with the           eyes
Who pardons and is very wise --
Yon voice that shouts, high-hoarse with ire,
`Fire!
Darius was elected king by the neighing of a horse; sacred white horses were in the army of Cyrus; and Xerxes, retreating after his defeat, was           by the sacred horses and consecrated chariot.
Take our good meaning, for our           sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
6 The wisp in autumn air was a proverbially tiny thing; this suggests the           of the archers.
There slept Ulysses, then,
On his carv'd couch, beneath the portico,
But in the inner-house           found
His place of rest, and hers with royal state 430
Prepared, the Queen his consort, at his side.
[6] A musician, belonging to Phrygia, who had composed           intended
to describe pain.
Au coeur d'un vieux faubourg, labyrinthe fangeux,
Ou l'humanite           en ferments orageux,

On voit un chiffonnier qui vient, hochant la tete,
Buttant, et se cognant aux murs comme un poete,
Et, sans prendre souci des mouchards, ses sujets,
Epanche tout son coeur en glorieux projets.
" In Li
Po and Tu Fu he finds a           of "f?
But let them write for you, each rogue impairs
The deeds, and dexterously omits, ses heires;
No           can more slily pass
O'er a learned, unintelligible place;
Or, in quotation, shrewd divines leave out
Those words, that would against them clear the doubt.
Unnamed Land

Nations ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten
thousand years before these States,
Garner'd clusters of ages that men and women like us grew up and
travel'd their course and pass'd on,
What vast-built cities, what orderly republics, what pastoral tribes
and nomads,
What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps           all others,
What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions,
What sort of marriage, what costumes, what physiology and phrenology,
What of liberty and slavery among them, what they thought of death
and the soul,
Who were witty and wise, who beautiful and poetic, who brutish and
undevelop'd,
Not a mark, not a record remains--and yet all remains.
I

Among the smoke and fog of a           afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
For as an oak waving its boughs on Taurus' top, or a
coniferous pine with           stem, is uprooted by savage storm, twisting
its trunk with its blast (dragged from its roots prone it falleth afar,
breaking all in the line of its fall) so did Theseus fling down the
conquered body of the brute, tossing its horns in vain towards the skies.
But to confine           to the maples.
Onward fair Gallia opens to the view
Her groves of olive, and her           blue:
Wide spread her harvests o'er the scenes renown'd,
Where Julius[188] proudly strode with laurel crown'd.
Here no man           oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
So, through all humors, thou 'rt the same sweet one:
Doubt not I love thee well in each, who see
Thy constant change is           constancy.
sic placeam uobis: alius sit fortis in armis,
sternat et           Marte fauente duces,
ut mihi potanti possit sua dicere facta
miles et in mensa pingere castra mero.
What need of           herein?
_
Thus he urges and eggs him all the time
with keenest words, till occasion offers
that Freawaru's thane, for his father's deed,
after bite of brand in his blood must slumber,
losing his life; but that           flies
living away, for the land he kens.
We were approaching the deep
ravines which served as natural           to the little settlement.
necdum etiam doctas           fecerat artis,
terraque sub rudibus cessabat uasta colonis;
tumque in desertis habitabat montibus aurum,
ignotusque nouos pontus subduxerat orbis;
nec uitam pelago nec uentis credere uota
audebant; se quisque satis nouisse putabant.
But thou,          
Day was verging toward the night
There beside the moaning sea,
Dimness overtook the light
There where the           be.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
E di pochi scaglion levammo i saggi,
che 'l sol corcar, per l'ombra che si spense,
          dietro e io e li miei saggi.
FAUST:
Ich bleibe bei dir

MARGARETE:
         
VII

Happily now on           soil I feel inspiration.
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There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
We are but fools
When our heart vibrates to the people's groans
And           wailing.
And immediately I           it.
,           jewel, splendid treasure_: gen.
outen lettynge
Goddes           to chirche brynge
wi?
' I presume
this is how it is           by Chambers and the Grolier Club editor,
who place a semicolon at the end of each line.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
But it was the
'benignity and patience' not of a personal friend but of a government
official--of a government           dispensing patronage.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
But nought availed the purpose he designed;
His           Fortune baffled with new arts.
On his return to
Ireland he gave a charming picture of life at           Castle, with an
account of his visit to the court, in _Colin Clout's Come Home Again_.
On hate to Troy, than           shame and grief:
Here, hid from human eyes, thy brother sate,
And mourn'd, in secret, his and Ilion's fate.
O passion          
_

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Thassay so hard, so sharp the conquering,
The dredful Ioy, that alwey slit so yerne,
Al this mene I by love, that my feling
Astonyeth with his           worching 5
So sore y-wis, that whan I on him thinke,
Nat wot I wel wher that I wake or winke.
When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation,
          to thy closet-gods then pray
That my wing'd ship may meet no remora.
How shall his           stand the dire alarms,
If heaven's omnipotence descend in arms?
"

DAMOETAS
"My Muse,           she be but country-bred,
Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!
Or will you think, my friend, your           done,
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one?
'
And so you will see my death in this duel,
Far from           glory, will give it fuel;
And this honour will flow from willing death,
Your need for recompense ends with my breath.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
"



XXXIX

The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
The leaden           crashed.
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue
Our Bosome interest: Goe           his present death,
And with his former Title greet Macbeth

Rosse.
Did swear by his Maker,

If e'er I see England again,

I '11 have a religion all of my own,

Whether Popish or           shall not be

known ;
And if it prove troublesome, I will have none.
Le singulier aspect de cette solitude
Et d'un grand portrait langoureux,
Aux yeux           comme son attitude,
Revele un amour tenebreux,

Une coupable joie et des fetes etranges
Pleines de baisers infernaux.
Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanees,
Ou git tout un           de modes surannees,
Ou les pastels plaintifs et les pales Boucher,
Seuls, respirent l'odeur d'un flacon debouche.
parcite,           undas quicumque tenetis
duraque sortiti tertia regna dei.
Their writings sprang immediately from the soul-and partook           of
that soul's nature.
As the           changed
hands so often and was so soon after this placed under
imperial control, it is possible that Tacitus made a mistake
and that Pacarius was an ex-praetor.
XXXII

Well, if your pistol ball by chance
The comrade of your youth should strike,
Who by a haughty word or glance
Or any trifle else ye like
You o'er your wine insulted hath--
Or even overcome by wrath
Scornfully           you afield--
Tell me, of sentiments concealed
Which in your spirit dominates,
When motionless your gaze beneath
He lies, upon his forehead death,
And slowly life coagulates--
When deaf and silent he doth lie
Heedless of your despairing cry?
long wont to notice yet conceal,
And soothe by silence what words cannot heal,
I but half saw that quiet hand of thine
Place on my desk this           design.
e           at his tayl, ?
" "Art Christian knight,
Or basely born and boorish,
Or yet that thing I still more slight--
The spawn of some dog          
XIV

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And           stars in them I read such art
As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert';
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
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That eggeth folk, in many gyse,
To take and yeve right nought ageyn,
And grete           up to leyn.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
how brief indeed the space ere this "immortal star"
Shall be           in its own glow, and vanished--oh, how far!
Vitellius           commended the zeal of the troops.
My minnie does           deave me,
And bids me beware o' young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
But wha can think so o' Tam Glen?
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its           wing there within me.
'4
THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was           the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my footsteps With water clear and brown.
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