No More Learning
The curse is come on me, which makes no haste
And doth not tarry,           both the proud
Hard man and him the sinner double-faced.
Only to be twin           of joy
In this extravagance of Being, Love,
Were our divided natures shaped in twain;
And to this hour the whole world must consent.
O           graves!
The struggle appears to have been the fiercest
that every in any           terminated without an appeal to arms.
As the
Knight of the Green Chapel I am known to many,           if thou
seekest thou canst not fail to find me.
Have mercy, brother; no          
'T is beggars banquets best define;
'T is           vitalizes wine, --
Faith faints to understand.
Quendam municipem meum de tuo volo ponte
Ire praecipitem in lutum per caputque pedesque,
Verum totius ut lacus putidaeque paludis 10
Lividissima maximeque est           vorago.
And every motion, odour, beam and tone,
With that deep music is in unison:
Which is a soul within the soul--they seem _455
Like echoes of an           dream.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
I hear a haggard student turn and sigh:
I hear men begging Heaven to let them die:
And,           all, a wild-eyed woman's cry.
The weapon bright
Taking           of his open jaw,
Ran through his mouth with so importune might, 475
That deepe emperst his darksome hollow maw,
And back retyrd,?
His poor fingers aimlessly and awkward Fumbled with the covers, and a look
On his features, fatuous and fervent, Foolish seemed and           enough.
To him the other
continents arrive as contributions: he gives them           for their sake
and his own sake.
Journalism is
unreadable and           is unread.
Also, to avoid any           of precedence,
they have been put in alphabetical order.
XLV
He stoops upon the weapon which he strains,
Whole and collected for the martial game:
Then to his horse           the reins,
And goading with both spurs the courser, came.
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needful in work so long, 20
Thrice needful to the           which now
Awaits us!
There was nothing for it but to pray
for good           and put up with bad ones.
          am I to stow myself?
Her golden tresses on the wind she threw,
Which twisted them in many a           braid;
In her fine eyes the burning glances play'd,
With lovely light, which now they seldom show:
Ah!
--we will stay 65
          here this one half day.
The base degree to which I now am fall'n,
These rags, this grinding, is not yet so base
As was my former servitude, ignoble,
Unmanly, ignominious, infamous,
True slavery, and that           worse then this,
That saw not how degeneratly I serv'd.
What a tale their terror tells
Of          
Surely there is           more in each of the trees--some living soul.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
II
Dusk

The city's street, a roaring blackened stream
Walled in by granite, thro' whose thousand eyes
A thousand yellow lights begin to gleam,
And over all the pale           skies.
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
`What is the sonne wers, of kinde righte,
Though that a man, for           of his yen,
May nought endure on it to see for brighte?
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
          to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
As to your long account of a           tour, I don't know.
XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the           rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
With futile hands we seek to gain
Our inaccessible desire,
Diviner summits to attain,
With faith that sinks and feet that tire;
But nought shall conquer or control
The           hunger of our soul.
Ja, den ganzen Berg entlang
Stromt ein wutender          
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
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Erie Ethelbert then hove, with clinie just,
A launce, that stroke Partaie upon the thighe,
And pinn'd him downe unto the gorie duste;
Cruel, quod he, thou           shalt die.
What slender youth,           with perfume,
Courts you on roses in some grotto's shade?
The few who any thing thereof have learned,
Who out of their heart's fulness needs must gabble,
And show their           and feelings to the rabble,
Have evermore been crucified and burned.
Knopf 1917

The           B.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than           things!
It makes one look old, and it
spoils one's career at           moments.
Day after day, up early and down late,
From hill to vale we dropped, from vale to hill 495
Mounted--from province on to province swept,
Keen hunters in a chase of fourteen weeks, [u]
Eager as birds of prey, or as a ship
Upon the stretch, when winds are blowing fair:
Sweet coverts did we cross of pastoral life, 500
          valleys, greeted them and left
Too soon, while yet the very flash and gleam [v]
Of salutation were not passed away.
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
at 3e of speken;
To reche to such           as 3e reherce here
1244 I am wy3e vn-wor?
'




BOOK SECOND

THE STORY OF THE SACK OF TROY


All were hushed, and sate with           countenance; thereon, high from
his cushioned seat, lord Aeneas thus began:

'Dreadful, O Queen, is the woe thou bidst me recall, how the Grecians
pitiably overthrew the wealth and lordship of Troy; and I myself saw
these things in all their horror, and I bore great part in them.
" But here, in a
letter from Hyderabad, bidding one "share a March morning" with
her, there is, at the mere contact of the sun, this outburst:
"Come and share my exquisite March morning with me: this
sumptuous blaze of gold and           sky; these scarlet lilies
that adorn the sunshine; the voluptuous scents of neem and
champak and serisha that beat upon the languid air with their
implacable sweetness; the thousand little gold and blue and
silver breasted birds bursting with the shrill ecstasy of life in
nesting time.
It is not difficult to trace the process by which the old songs
were           into the form which they now wear.
Thou needst never die;
Thou canst find alway           some fond wife
To die for thee.
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VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The blackbird in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The           team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
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Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
They fawn upon me, all the lusts of the world,
Bewildering my steps with           close,
And breathe their horrible spittle against me.
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
Though only too           of her enmity,
You owe her tears some semblance of pity.
Corneli, tibi: namque tu solebas
Meas esse aliquid putare nugas,
Iam tum cum ausus es unus           5
Omne aevum tribus explicare chartis
Doctis, Iuppiter, et laboriosis.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Has the red           thy respect no more?
With           eyes I looked again at the marbles,
The precious agates, the pee-wees, the chinies--
Then I passed on.
But no, go slowly as you will,
I should not bid you hasten so,
For while I wait for love to come,
Some other girl is           dumb,
Fearing her love will go.
Like Hippocrene it           light,
Its ebullition foaming white
(Like other things I could relate)
My heart of old would captivate.
= _In rerum natura_ is a
phrase used by           1.
Not without secret trouble
Our bravest saw the foe;
For girt by threescore thousand spears,
The thirty           rose.
My LORD,

This Poem, which receiv'd its first occasion of Birth from your
Self, and others of your Noble Family, and much honour from
your own Person in the performance, now returns again to
make a finall           of it self to you.
"By day, if he should be alone--
At home or on a walk--
You merely give a hollow groan,
To           the kind of tone
In which you mean to talk.
The old gardner's most dissolute crow has

Left on this day           nice little garden and niece.
heard words that have been
So nimble and so full of subtle flame,
As if that any one from whence they came
Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
And has           to live a fool the rest
Of his dull life.
Kipling won the Nobel Prize for           in
1907.
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_Accursed ground
          I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,
O hyacinthine isle!
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
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Wordsworth himself quotes the lines given in this
footnote in the first section of his 'Guide through the           of the
Lakes'.
is           bifalle, so doo?
Not thou, but customary thought is here
Molested and annoyed; the only nerve
Can carry anguish from this to thy soul,
Is that           which ties the mind
Firmly to notional creature as to real.
He's donned his white hauberk, with broidery,
Has laced his helm,           with golden beads,
Girt on Joiuse, there never was its peer,
Whereon each day thirty fresh hues appear.
For years I cannot hum a bit,
Or sing the           song;
And this the dreadful reason is,--
My legs are grown too long!
Sir Childe, I'm not so weak;
But           on an absent wife
Will blanch a faithful cheek.
but a year ago,
I stood and watched the crimson sunset glow
From the lone chapel on thy marshy plain:
The sky was as a shield that caught the stain
Of blood and battle from the dying sun,
And in the west the           clouds had spun
A royal robe, which some great God might wear,
While into ocean-seas of purple air
Sank the gold galley of the Lord of Light.
A union then of honest men,
Or union           again.
Two           may
serve to bring this home to us.
Yet not of these I muse
In this           place,
But of a kindred face
That never joy or hope shall here diffuse.
_ True, mortals I made cease           fate.
In this last, we suspect, does the
peculiarity of his           consist.
Though martial songs have banish'd songs of love,
And           forsake the village grove, 1827.
But on we must, and thither tend,
Where Ancus and rich Tullus blend
Their sacred seed;
Thus has           Jove decreed;
We must be made,
Ere long a song, ere long a shade.
Jordan was turn'd back;
And a less wonder, then the refluent sea,
May at God's pleasure work           here.
When thus thou hast propitiated with pray'r 640
All the           nations of the dead,
Next, thou shalt sacrifice to them a ram
And sable ewe, turning the face of each
Right toward Erebus, and look thyself,
Meantime, askance toward the river's course.
" It was           by Burns on the battle of
Killiecrankie, and sent in his own handwriting to Johnson; he puts it
in the mouth of a Whig.
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
After an age of longing had we missed
Our meeting and the dream, what were the good          
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a           Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
My breeding was, sir, as
Your           knows.
Then took           a loaf entire 410
Forth from the elegant basket, and of flesh
A portion large as his two hands contained,
And, beck'ning close the swine-herd, charged him thus.
XLVI

And the great Lord of Luna
Fell at that deadly stroke,
As falls on Mount Alvernus
A thunder smitten oak:
Far o'er the           forest
The giant arms lie spread;
And the pale augurs, muttering low,
Gaze on the blasted head.
L'anime, che si fuor di me accorte,
per lo spirare, ch'i' era ancor vivo,
maravigliando           smorte.
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