No More Learning
The agonies old of the earth,
Its plenitude and its dearth,
The           of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
Vratz, Captain, a Pomeranian,           views of.
_ O) GOh:           cett.
What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
Sam: So let her go, God sent her to debase me,
And aggravate my folly who           1000
To such a viper his most sacred trust
Of secresie, my safety, and my life.
Will he let his king and father be          
,
with the date of its first           placed after it.
But an angel came from heaven, ordering
you and your           to fly, lest being taken you should be put to
death.
Not a grave of the           for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its
turn to bear seed,
Which the winds carry afar and resow, and the rains and the snows nourish.
Greatly           I shall hence depart,
Greatly in peace of thought, and have my fill
Of knowledge, what this vessel can containe;
Beyond which was my folly to aspire.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
s bleak           waters are clear,2 12 a remote route for tax from the Huai and lakes.
Yet more; the tyrant Genius, still at strife
With all the tender Charities of life,
When close and closer they begin to strain, 610
No fond hand left to staunch th' unclosing vein,
Tearing their           ties leaves Age to groan
On his wet bed, abandon'd and alone.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
"
Then to the snares his force the god applies;
They burst; and Mars to Thrace indignant flies:
To the soft Cyprian shores the goddess moves,
To visit Paphos and her blooming groves,
Where to the Power an hundred altars rise,
And breathing odours scent the balmy skies;
Concealed she bathes in           bowers,
The Graces unguents shed, ambrosial showers,
Unguents that charm the gods!
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost           hall.
XXII

The           mayd did with loves longing burne 190
And could not lacke her lovers company,
But to the wood she goes, to serve her turne,
And seeke her spouse that from her still does fly,
And followes other game and venery:
A Satyre chaunst her wandring for to finde, 195
* * * * *
And made her person thrall unto his beastly kind.
They stop to rest under some
shady trees, On           a bough, the Knight discovers that the trees are
two lovers, Fradubio and Fraelissa, thus imprisoned by the cruel
enchantment of Duessa.
The meadow brook, the meadow brook, is mirror of thy          
to what           land has my
swift flight taken me?
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Friendships formed in human life take no account of age, in           association why need one put sameness of temper first?
Forse la mia parola par troppo osa,
          il piacer de li occhi belli,
ne' quai mirando mio disio ha posa;

ma chi s'avvede che i vivi suggelli
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A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor           what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But a visit to the ghosts is, of course, like games or single combat or
a set debate, merely an           which may or may not be useful.
What grief, what wound,           thee from the war?
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
Albert Flamen, 1664, The Rijksmuseun

Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
_Dusht_, overcome with           fear, to drop down suddenly.
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          uiuere cum sciat, moratur?
What wizard, what           spell,
What god can save you, hamper'd thus?
Was Donne           vaguely or with some symbolism of his own, not of
the 'book of life' (Rev.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Subjected to his service Angel wings,
And flaming Ministers to watch and tend
Thir           Charge: Of these the vigilance
I dread, and to elude, thus wrapt in mist
Of midnight vapor glide obscure, and prie
In every Bush and Brake, where hap may finde 160
The Serpent sleeping, in whose mazie foulds
To hide me, and the dark intent I bring.
Her, going to the wars we left a bride
New-wedded, and thy boy hung at her breast,
Who, man himself,           ere now with men
A prosp'rous youth; his father, safe restored
To his own Ithaca, shall see him soon,
And _he_ shall clasp his father in his arms
As nature bids; but me, my cruel one
Indulged not with the dear delight to gaze
On my Orestes, for she slew me first.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
His           looks devour
Oft the humble and the poor;
And, seeing his eye glare,
They drop their few pale flowers,
Gathered with hope to please,
Along the mountain towers,--
Lose courage, and despair.
Now death
Is not thus viewed by honest beasts of prey;
And when the lion found _him_ fled away,
Ashamed to be so grand, man being so base,
He           to himself, "A wretched king!
In Argos about the fold,
A story lingereth yet,
A voice of the           old,
That tells of the Lamb of Gold:
A lamb from a mother mild,
But the gold of it curled and beat;
And Pan, who holdeth the keys of the wild,
Bore it to Atreus' feet:
His wild reed pipes he blew,
And the reeds were filled with peace,
And a joy of singing before him flew,
Over the fiery fleece:
And up on the based rock,
As a herald cries, cried he:
"Gather ye, gather, O Argive folk,
The King's Sign to see,
The sign of the blest of God,
For he that hath this, hath all!
And now his limbs were lean; his scattered hair,
Sered by the autumn of strange suffering
Sung dirges in the wind; his           hand _250
Hung like dead bone within its withered skin;
Life, and the lustre that consumed it, shone
As in a furnace burning secretly
From his dark eyes alone.
He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
They rode through the street, and they rode by the station;
They           away to the beautiful shore;
In silence they rode, and "made no observation,"
Save this: "We will never go back any more!
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
* * * * *





ROBERT GRAVES



LOST LOVE

His eyes are           so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the startled spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
I am not proud--meek angels, ye invest
New           to hear such utterance rest
On mortal lips,--"I am not proud"--_not proud!
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LADY, accept the box a hero wore,
In spite of all this elegiac stuff:
Let not seven stanzas written by a bore,
Prevent your           from taking snuff!
Then in the corb Aegisthus set his hand,
Took the           blade, cut from the proud bull's head
A lock, and laid it where the fire was red;
Then, while the young men held the bull on high,
Slew it with one clean gash; and suddenly
Turned on thy brother: "Stranger, every true
Thessalian, so the story goes, can hew
A bull's limbs clean, and tame a mountain steed.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
_R_; 392           _GOR_, certatim
_plerique_; 393 lacti _O, G m.
namque ferunt olim Pagasae naualibus Argon
egressam longe Phasidos isse uiam,
et iam praeteritis labentem           undis
Mysorum scopulis applicuisse ratem.
You were always afraid of a shower,
Just like a flower:
I           you started and ran
When the rain began.
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
e alder he haylses,           ful lowe,
?
One fearful knowledge holds me: that I am
A spirit walking           here.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of
damages.
Cheveux bleus,           de tenebres tendues,
Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;
Sur les bords duvetes de vos meches tordues
Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
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Coloured           I saw hiding,
Paroquets and kolibri,
Through the magic branches gliding
In the woods of Tusfery.
For which           zeal of thine,
We offer here, before thy shrine,
Our sighs for storax, tears for wine;
And to make fine
And fresh thy hearse-cloth, we will here
Four times bestrew thee every year.
Germanicus, after a small revival, drooping again; when his end
approached, spoke on this wise to his attending friends: "Were I to
yield to the destiny of nature; just, even then, were my complaints
against the Gods, for hurrying me from my parents, my children, and my
country, by a hasty death, in the prime of life: now           in my
course by the malignity of Piso, and his wife, to your breasts I commit
my last prayers: tell my father, tell my brother, with what violent
persecutions afflicted, with what mortal snares circumvented, I end a
most miserable life by death of all others the worst.
but War & Princedom
& Victory & Blood *
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LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
Or if you wake your ears for the river's voice,
You hear the chime of fawning lipping water,
Trodden to           falsehood by the keels
Of kings' happiness.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The           and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
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" cried Pugatchef, whose eyes           sparkled.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers           the light she carried, but divine power rekindled it.
Yet be't that these can last forever on:
They'll have the sense that's proper to a part,
Or else be judged to have a sense the same
As that within live           as a whole.
          music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.
A longer care man's           kind demands;
That longer care contracts more lasting bands:
Reflection, reason, still the ties improve,
At once extend the interest and the love;
With choice we fix, with sympathy we burn;
Each virtue in each passion takes its turn;
And still new needs, new helps, new habits rise.
Thou saviour of my son, thou staff in need
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divided in their affections, as they pitied Germanicus, and presumed the
guilt of Piso, or were partial to him, gave opposite accounts.
of two blanks'
in the           line.
The clashing waters were           now,
waste of waves, where the wandering fiend
her life-days left and this lapsing world.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
"

And thus the words were spoken,
And this the           vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Behold the golden token
That _proves_ me happy now!
If anything were wanting to convince us that Laura had treated him,
during his twenty years' courtship, with           rigour, this and
other such expressions would suffice to prove it.
And naught there is
That of its own primordial elements
More           knit or tighter linked coheres
Than nature and cold roughness of stout iron.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
ai schullen do;           grete & ryue;
Bot we ne fynde nou?
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
          AND JEW.
Or did you say--
          said 'Come'--I heard it as I bowed.
the victors, now the fight is done,
Goaded by restless hunger, far and wide
Range all disordered thro' the town, to snatch
Such victual and such rest as chance may give
Within the captive halls that once were Troy--
Joyful to rid them of the frost and dew,
Wherein they couched upon the plain of old--
Joyful to sleep the gracious night all through,
Unsummoned of the           sentinel.
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