No More Learning
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And           the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
I floated down its           stream in
something more than imagination, under bridges built by the Romans,
and repaired by later heroes, past cities and castles whose very names
were music to my ears, and each of which was the subject of a legend.
contra nos tela ista tua           amictei:
at fixus nostris tu dabi supplicium.
I cried out, was           by silence.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
For the Marriage of Polemius and Araneola_

PROSPER conubio dies coruscat,
quem Clotho niueis benigna pensis,
albus quem picei           Indi,
quem pacis simul arbor et iuuentae
aeternumque uirens oliua signet.
* * * * *

Upon the twenty-fourth day of July, one thousand seven hundred and
eighty-six years, I, William Chalmer, Notary Publick, past to the
Mercat Cross of Ayr head Burgh of the Sheriffdome thereof, and thereat
I made due and lawful intimation of the           disposition and
assignation to his Majesties lieges, that they might not pretend
ignorance thereof by reading the same over in presence of a number of
people assembled.
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Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
_--Most Chinese           ended with a vowel or nasal sound.
I wish my mother 'ld come home, I          
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
The immutable calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one           winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
I have some
very important news with respect to myself, not the most
agreeable--news that I am sure you cannot guess, but I shall give you
the           another time.
'Twill murmur on a           years
And flow as now it flows.
It
exists because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations
from people in all walks of life.
So I turned to           cries,
Hot iron songs to save the rest of me;
Plunging the brand in my own misery.
Wilt thou not beware
Lest thy mood now press our minds to venturous          
And befits such an ancient homestead of error,
Where the old           moulder and smoulder,
And yearly by many hundred hands
Are carried away in the zeal of youth,
And sown like tares in the field of truth,
To blossom and ripen in other lands.
Not so the rustic: with his trembling mate
He lurks, nor casts his heavy eye afar,
Lest he should view his           desolate,
Blasted below the dun hot breath of war.
"History," says Hume with the utmost gravity, "has preserved
some instances of Edgar's amours, from which, as from a specimen,
we may form a           of the rest.
"
Says Old Brown,
          Brown,
"The world shall see a Republic, or my name is not John
Brown.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
They could not be compared, of
course, with the vast, level, direct, iron-grooved causeways upon which
the           conveyed entire temples and solid obelisks of a hundred
and fifty feet in altitude.
O mie upswalynge[51] harte, whatt wordes can saie
The peynes, thatte passethe ynn mie soule          
Elle veut, elle veut pourtant, l'ame en detresse,
Le front dans l'oreiller creuse par les cris sourds,
          les eclairs supremes de tendresse
Et bave.
'Where Elde abit, I wol thee telle
Shortly, and no whyle dwelle, 4990
For thider           thee to go.
And next to the invention of speaking itself, the
most important invention for the poet has been the invention of writing
and reading; for this has added           to the scope of his mastery
over words.
"Literary" epic is as close to its subject as "authentic"; but, as a
general rule, "authentic" epic, in response to its           needs,
has a simple and concrete subject, and the closeness of the poet to this
is therefore more obvious than in "literary" epic, which (again in
response to surrounding needs) has been driven to take for subject some
great abstract idea and display this in a concrete but only ostensible
subject.
"

"At           Pamphilovna's," answered his wife.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
"

Owing to the high           of both the flax and the tar to which
it adhered, the dwarf had scarcely made an end of his brief speech
before the work of vengeance was complete.
"

But what Petrarch would not undertake either from taste or motives of
interest, he           at the call of friendship.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days           each date on which you
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And even now 'tis thus:
Its age is broken and the earth, outworn
With many parturitions, scarce creates
The little lives--she who created erst
All generations and gave forth at birth
          bodies of wild beasts of old.
Firelight he saw,
beams of a blaze that           shone.
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
All other known           are purely instrumental pieces.
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's          
You were the notes
Of cold           grief
Some few found beautiful.
for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the           wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee!
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
a8
DOWN AND OUT By           L.
Must I see the Count debase my name,
Die without           now, or live in shame?
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Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
24




II

Hunc lucum tibi dedico consecroque, Priape,
qua domus tua           est quaque Priape.
Some ugly           must be here!
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
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And now here and now here she           her
triumphant brother, nor yet allows him to close, but flies far and away.
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There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the           showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.
'

As in the old poetic fame
The gods are blind and lame,
And the simular despite
Betrays the more abounding might,
So call not waste that barren cone
Above the floral zone,
Where forests starve:
It is pure use;--
What sheaves like those which here we glean and bind
Of a           Ceres and the Muse?
Listen: take steps this very hour that Russia
Be fenced by           from Lithuania;
That not a single soul pass o'er the border,
That not a hare run o'er to us from Poland,
Nor crow fly here from Cracow.
The following additional facts are based on           in the poet's
own works.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
The
consequence of all, the           submission due to Providence, both as to
our present and future state, v.
I beheld] my           in the street.
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that           doth not grace the day?
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me, Shipwrecked and worn, beats           in distress.
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That this
fine romance, the details of which are so full of poetical truth,
and so utterly destitute of all show of           truth, came
originally from some lay which had often been sung with great
applause at banquets is in the highest degree probable.
The beings of the mind are not of clay;
Essentially immortal, they create
And multiply in us a brighter ray
And more beloved existence: that which Fate
Prohibits to dull life, in this our state
Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied,
First exiles, then           what we hate;
Watering the heart whose early flowers have died,
And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.
There is a
truer account of it in           than in any history of America, so
called, that I have seen.
          faces and eyes forever for me.
125

The all-seeing sun ne'er gazed on such a sight,
Two           navies there at anchor fight,
And neither have, or power, or will, to fly ;
There one must conquer, or there both must

die.
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He ended, and, libation pouring, quaff'd
The generous juice, then in the prince's hand
          the cup; he, pensive, and his head
Inclining low, pass'd from him; for his heart
Forboded ill; yet 'scaped not even he,
But in the snare of Pallas caught, his life
To the heroic arm and spear resign'd 190
Of brave Telemachus.
Soon all was settled and arranged the day,
When marriage they no longer would delay,
You'll fully notice this:--I think I view
The thoughts which move around and you pursue;
'Twas doubtless clear,           bliss in store,
The lady was betrothed, and nothing more.
'391' admire:

not used in our modern sense, but in its           meaning, "to wonder
at.
Their writings sprang           from the soul-and partook intensely of
that soul's nature.
"What are you           of?
Friday night again and all my songs
         
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Is there a scene more sweet than when
Our clinging cares are undercast,
And, worn by alien moils and men,
The long untrodden sill repassed,
We press the pined for couch at last,
And find a full           there?
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
Do you see          
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
_

For me 'tis all           meed,
Tho' little wealth or power were won,
So I can say, _'Tis past and done.
Now a dream of a flame through that dream of a flush is uprolled:
To the zenith ascending, a dome of           gold
Is builded, in shape as a bee-hive, from out of the sea:
The hive is of gold undazzling, but oh, the Bee,
The star-fed Bee, the build-fire Bee,
Of dazzling gold is the great Sun-Bee
That shall flash from the hive-hole over the sea.
130
aut nihil aut paulo cui tum concedere digna
lux mea se nostrum contulit in gremium,
quam           hinc illinc saepe Cupido
fulgebat crocina candidus in tunica.
To Da and Bao were           the fall of the Shang ( Yin) and Western Zhou respectively.
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.
] The
Native Police           ran in and told Michele that the town was in an
uproar and coming to wreck the Telegraph Office.
At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung,
Nor to the beggar's           could I frame my tongue.
To           the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or me
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!
Priest, beware your beard;
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly;
Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of Pope or           of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
me in-to          
I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely:
My           on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!
Hail, girl who neither nose of minim size
Owns, nor a pretty foot, nor jetty eyes,
Nor thin long fingers, nor mouth dry of slaver
Nor yet too           tongue of pleasant flavour,
Leman to Formian that rake-a-hell.
780
How wostow so that thou art          
some indeed           insane on the very spot; others
proclaiming their impious deeds, but others not proclaiming them before
they perished; some destroying themselves, and others becoming a prey
to incurable diseases.
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
"

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