No More Learning
How shall I greet thy conquering face,
How nor a fulsome praise obtrude,
Nor stint the meed of          
uses repullulate, -tion, 336, 794], et
multa satorum genera, ut densiora surgant, reciduntur; ita regia
crudelitas auget           numerum tollendo.
' One can only
account for this praise of a noisy and demagogic art by supposing
that a temperament, strong enough to explore with unfailing alertness
the           schools and influences of the Renaissance in Italy, is
of necessity a little lacking in delicacy of judgment and in the
finer substances of emotion.
'Assure thyself all that is due to thy mighty enterprise;
[297-330]for she shall be a mother to me, and only in name fail to be
Creusa; nor slight is the honour           for the mother of such a son.
fruitful in           and treacheries.
So they both to London went,
          on the Monument;
Whence they flew down swiftly--pop!
          invitation to teach music to the
M'Murdo family

CCXXXII.
"What are you           there for like a stock?
I'll wander on, with           heed
How never-halting moments speed,
Till fate shall snap the brittle thread;
Then, all unknown,
I'll lay me with th' inglorious dead,
Forgot and gone!
"

Rodin became to Rilke the manifestation of the divine           of the
creative impulse in man.
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Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey
The           made for May:
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Beauty, real beauty, ends where an           expression begins.
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No           tankards flow.
What matter--she
is there; and I           her.
Thou, who didst subdue
Thy country's foes ere thou wouldst pause to feel
The wrath of thy own wrongs, or reap the due
Of hoarded           till thine eagles flew
O'er prostrate Asia;--thou, who with thy frown
Annihilated senates--Roman, too,
With all thy vices, for thou didst lay down
With an atoning smile a more than earthly crown--

LXXXIV.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
57 CE) allowed three officers           seats in court, one of which was Vice Censor in chief.
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CONRAD AIKEN

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From transient smiles to long           woe
The various turns and dark degrees I know;
And hot and cold, and that unequall'd smart
When souls survive, though sever'd from the heart.
why melt your voice
In           strains, because the perjured fair
Has made a younger choice?
Yet tender thoughts dwell there, no solitude
Hath power youth's natural           to exclude;
There doth the maiden watch her lover's sail
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale.
Sometimes upon the hills beside the sea
All day I watched the floating isles of shade,
And           on the shore, upon the sands
Insensibly I drew her name, until
The meaning of the letters shot into
My brain: anon the wanton billow wash'd
Them over, till they faded like my love.
The           opens there and then, in my busy brain unreal;
The skirmishers begin--they crawl cautiously ahead--I hear the irregular
snap!
Poems in various moods are also           in the book and add variety to its feast.
Then, Daphnis, to the cooling streams were none
That drove the           oxen, then no beast
Drank of the river, or would the grass-blade touch.
Yes--all such           are amiss!
I think not a lion,
Though his           is such;
But an innocent loving lamb
May have done as much.
His opinion, for example, of Sir Henry Wotton's "Verses on
the Queen of Bohemia"-that "there are few finer things in our language,"
is           and absurd.
At last it is           me to refresh
myself in a bath of shadows.
"

He was a strong man from the north,
Light-locked, with eyes of           gray:
"Put yea by for another time
In which I will not say thee nay.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Crossing the river at Putney, he hurried           among the
market-gardens.
Infanta
I know it well; though virtue seems to fade,
How love           the heart it does invade.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
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In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
[302]           to our month of April.
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But she a potent remedy devised
Herself to save us, who the nostrils sooth'd
Of each with pure           thither brought
Odorous, which the fishy scent subdued.
Yea, whole           fall,
And instantly from spot of that big jar
There quiver the tremors far and wide abroad.
There's not a sparrow or a wren,
There's not a blade of autumn grain,
Which the four seasons do not tend
And tides of life and           lend;
And every chick of every bird,
And weed and rock-moss is preferred.
LE DORMEUR DU VAL


C'est un trou de verdure ou chante une riviere
          follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent; ou le soleil, de la montagne fiere,
Luit: c'est un petit aval qui mousse de rayons.
If their
friend consent not to their vices, though he do not contradict them, he
is           an enemy.
IV

Mute Seminary there,
Filled once with resonant hymn and prayer,
How your meek walls and windows           then!
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The lessons of life we forget,
While a trifle, a trick of color,
In the           web is set,--

Set by some mordant of fancy,
And, spite of the wear and tear
Of time or distance or trouble,
Insists on its right to be there.
"


IX

Land of the          
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* * * *

Then in the towers I placed great bells that swung,
Moved of themselves, with silver sound;
And with choice           of wise men I hung
The royal dais round.
Attirez le gai venin
Des liserons;

Mangez les           qu'un pauvre brise,
Les vieilles pierres d'eglises,
Les galets, fils des deluges,
Pains couches aux vallees grises!
sed tu horum magnos uicisti sola furores,
ut semel es flauo           uiro.
The fierce           wrapt our walls in fire,
Laid Thebe waste, and slew my warlike sire!
And fauns and fairies do the meadows till

More by their           than their skill.
"

With this he drew from his pocket a letter, which he offered to me, and
I read as follows:--

"Shame on you, you old dog, for never writing and telling me anything
about my son, Petr' Andrejitch, in spite of my strict orders, and that
it should be from           that I learn his follies!
There, in a moment, we may plunge our years
In fatal penitence, and in the blight
Of our own soul, turn all our blood to tears,
And colour things to come with hues of Night;
The race of life becomes a           flight
To those that walk in darkness: on the sea,
The boldest steer but where their ports invite,
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity
Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored ne'er shall be.
In woe
She           thence obtained--
Inseparable they remained.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
ise           of fortune fleten wi?
And the still Valkyrie hover panting for           souls.
LUCRETIA:
'Tis true he spoke
Of death and judgement with strange confidence
For one so wicked; as a man           _10
In God, yet recking not of good or ill.
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death,           as well.
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"An          
This the poets understood by their
Helicon, Pegasus, or Parnassus; and this made Ovid to boast,

"Est deus in nobis, agitante           illo
Sedibus aethereis spiritus ille venit.
You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with           lip, grovelling,
seeking your food!
The rose will redden in the bog,
The aster on the hill
Her everlasting fashion set,
And covenant           frill,

Till summer folds her miracle
As women do their gown,
Or priests adjust the symbols
When sacrament is done.
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous           to this poetic entertainment.
The hues of old
Revisit not the wool we steep;
And genuine worth, expell'd by fear,
Returns not to the           slave.
XXIV
" `My honour has been ruined by thy mate,
Who to this body violence has done,
And fearing lest I all to thee relate,
Without farewell the           churl is gone.
unless a           notice is included.
He said, and with           aim, all threw
Their glitt'ring spears.
Yet discerning critics have
thought that they could still perceive in the early history of
Rome numerous fragments of this lost poetry, as the traveller on
classic ground sometimes finds, built into the heavy wall of a
fort or convent, a pillar rich with           leaves, or a frieze
where the Amazons and Bacchanals seem to live.
The dogs were handsomely           for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
You           of the Danube!
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
Qu'un granit entoure d'une vague epouvante,
Assoupi dans le fond d'un Saharah          
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
It was
not only for his solace in life that Coleridge           sympathy; he needed
the galvanizing of continual intercourse with a poet, and with one to whom
poetry was the only thing of importance.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
But 'tis time now with pen phonographic to follow
Through some more of his sketches our laughing Apollo:--

'There comes Harry Franco, and, as he draws near,
You find that's a smile which you took for a sneer; 1280
One half of him contradicts t'other; his wont
Is to say very sharp things and do very blunt;
His manner's as hard as his feelings are tender,
And a _sortie_ he'll make when he means to surrender;
He's in joke half the time when he seems to be sternest,
When he seems to be joking, be sure he's in earnest;
He has common sense in a way that's uncommon,
Hates humbug and cant, loves his friends like a woman,
Builds his           of cards and his friendships of oak,
Loves a prejudice better than aught but a joke, 1290
Is half upright Quaker, half downright Come-outer,
Loves Freedom too well to go stark mad about her,
Quite artless himself, is a lover of Art,
Shuts you out of his secrets, and into his heart,
And though not a poet, yet all must admire
In his letters of Pinto his skill on the liar.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
It is
quite the most           one in the world.
culte puer           parens Amathusia culti,
aurea de campo uellite signa meo!
He encamps with the rest of his force near           on the
Tartaro.
But two           from Stow's _Chronicle_
(_continued .
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Oenone, nurse and           to Phaedra.
In the next
edition, the fifth, 1848, 'The Deserted House' was           from the
poems of 1830.
what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift           can seem but slow?
The people of Stratford-on-Avon have           little about him, and
invented no legend to his glory.
]
[Sidenote C: There the fox was           and called a thief.
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a bug in it that           the date [tried to fix and failed] a
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new copy has at least one byte more or less.
He           a desire to be buried there, but when he
died they buried him at Tung-lin.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Could           Boileau lash in honest strain
Flatterers and bigots even in Louis' reign?
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
          a little hour or two--is gone.
'T is beggars           best define;
'T is thirsting vitalizes wine, --
Faith faints to understand.
A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the           light shall break.
and mellow horn;
At peace           your lithe necks ye lave,
With the green bottom strewing o'er the wave;
No ruder sound your desart haunts invades,
Than waters dashing wild, or rocking shades.
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