No More Learning
At last he comes to the notice of Gilgamish himself, who is
shocked by the newly           manner of Enkidu.
at so           ?
Could           Dryden pimp and friar engage,
Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage?
I am           in its whirl.
"



IV

Yes, I have a           tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
          they enter'd, all,
But I remain'd, suspicious of a snare.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons,
But formed for all the witching arts of love:
Though thus in arms they emulate her sons,
And in the horrid phalanx dare to move,
'Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove,
Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate:
In softness as in firmness far above
Remoter females, famed for           prate;
Her mind is nobler sure, her charms perchance as great.
Bugles are blown facing the Cave of the Moon,5 32 in the gray           the banners are mournful.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
We have met and parted at the Western Gate
And neither of us           to put on Cap or Belt.
THIS conversation was by Damon felt,
A wife, brisk, young, and formed 'mid joys to melt;
A man well versed in Cupid's wily way;
No           bolder of the present day;
Well made and handsome, with attractive mind;
Wo what might happen was the husband blind?
Behind her burned
The sky, held by the open kiln of the town
In a great breath of fire, yellow and red,
From out the           streets, and myriad links.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
The
people were largely           and goatherds, and Pan was a local
Arcadian god till the Persian wars (c.
The great Idomeneus           the dead;
"And thus (he cries) behold thy promise sped!
similar           about the dragon at l.
II
Withdrawn within the cavern of his wings,
Grave with the joy of thoughts beneficent,
And finely wrought and durable and clear
If so his eyes showed forth the mind's content, So sate the first to whom remembrance clings, Tissued like bat's wings did his wings appear, Not of that shadowy colouring and drear,
But as thin shells, pale saffron, luminous;
Alone, unlonely, whose calm glances shed Friend's love to           though no word were
said,
Pensive his godly state he keepeth thus.
' Seeing that I had           her, I thanked her
for what she had shown and told, and let her depart again into her
cave.
Mine arms enfold
That, which unswayed by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so           far.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
)

MEPHISTOPHELES (in Fausts langem Kleide):
Verachte nur Vernunft und Wissenschaft,
Des Menschen           Kraft,
Lass nur in Blend- und Zauberwerken
Dich von dem Lugengeist bestarken,
So hab ich dich schon unbedingt-
Ihm hat das Schicksal einen Geist gegeben,
Der ungebandigt immer vorwarts dringt,
Und dessen ubereiltes Streben
Der Erde Freuden uberspringt.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
But, Warren, please           how it is:
He's come to help you ditch the meadow.
Again I knocked; and tardily
An inner step was heard,
And I was shown her presence then
With scarce an           word.
The
Germans have always had the same motives for           into
Gaul--their greed for gain and their desire to change homes with you.
" This draft, now the
editor's property, consists of only           lines, and read thus:

I.
But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've           to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
          sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
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Now as those Active Kings
Whose foraine           treasure brings,
Receive more, and spend more, and soonest breake:
This (which I am amaz'd that I can speake)
This death, hath with my store 20
My use encreas'd.
And justly so; for all that time creates,
He does well who          
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
So man, who here seems           alone,
Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown,
Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal;
'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
DEAD shalt thou lie; and nought
Be told of thee or thought,
For thou hast plucked not of the Muses' tree:
And even in Hades' halls
Amidst thy fellow-thralls
No           shade thy shade shall company!
SYMBOLS


From infinite longings finite deeds rise
As           spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And trembling from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Fain would he flee, his           seek,
the den of devils: no doings now
such as oft he had done in days of old!
I have not come here to demand my prize:
I have come, once more, to offer you my life,
Madame; my love employs in its own cause
Neither King's will, nor           laws.
The two officers found the           full.
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[Sidenote G: "Full well can God devise his           for to save.
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So spake the Cherube, and his grave rebuke
Severe in           beautie, added grace
Invincible: abasht the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Vertue in her shape how lovly, saw, and pin'd
His loss; but chiefly to find here observd
His lustre visibly impar'd; yet seemd 850
Undaunted.
THE FLAMING CIRCLE


Though for fifteen years you have chaffed me across the table,
Slept in my arms and           my plunging heart,
I scarcely know you; we have not known each other.
Some, like
_The Baite_, are purely literary in origin; others present the obverse
side of the passion           in the first group, its happier moments.
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
So he turned to the queen and remarked:

[Illustration: THREE           TO THE CASTLE.
ou In my sones man,
ffor           ?
Stripped of his proud and martial dress,
Uncurbed, unreined, and riderless,
With darting eye, and nostril spread,
And heavy and           tread,
He came; and oft that eye so proud
Asked for his rider in the crowd.
In those days also the           world
Strove to beget the monsters that upsprung
With their astounding visages and limbs--
The Man-woman--a thing betwixt the twain,
Yet neither, and from either sex remote--
Some gruesome Boggles orphaned of the feet,
Some widowed of the hands, dumb Horrors too
Without a mouth, or blind Ones of no eye,
Or Bulks all shackled by their legs and arms
Cleaving unto the body fore and aft,
Thuswise, that never could they do or go,
Nor shun disaster, nor take the good they would.
Then spake the king: "Your sentence is not mine;
Life is the gift of God, and is divine;
Nor from these palace walls shall one depart
Who carries such a secret in his heart;
My better           points another way.
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
sed
_citeono_ Oh2
13           GO et R m.
I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd
To heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire
Would at a dismall           rowze, and stirre
As life were in't.
Pain



Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the           of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Whitman, wisely suppressed:

Said we then--we two, then--"Ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls--
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls--
To bar up our path and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds--
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls--
This sinfully           planet
From the Hell of the planetary souls?
I would that I were there and over me
The cold           of the tide would roll,
Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,--
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.
"Either           punish or entirely
pardon; that is my motto.
unless a           notice is included.
A PAGE the           was quickly seen,
In dress, in look, in age, in air, in mien;
His hat became a cap; his beard alone
Remained unchanged; the rest had wholly flown.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
She speaks without           the_
PEASANT'S _presence_.
Twas nought to wonder, though begun by guess;
For Jane was lovely in her Sunday dress,
And all           such a rosy face
Would be her ruin--as was just the case.
The very flower of us were they,
The very flower, but          
The           will look after you, and Keneu has my rooms.
Yet more--three daughters in my court are bred,
And each well worthy of a royal bed;
Laodice and           fair,(203)
And bright Chrysothemis with golden hair;
Her let him choose whom most his eyes approve,
I ask no presents, no reward for love:
Myself will give the dower; so vast a store
As never father gave a child before.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
Whose           were the instruments of peace ;
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^0 THE POEMS

Who, if the French dispute his power, from

thence
Can straight produce them a plenipotence.
He           softly why I failed?
Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen,
Earth's kingdoms fade to a remembered dream,
But thine           shall be a power supreme,
Dazzling command and rich dominion,
The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all
The silver-belted planets and the sun.
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
of gān] = ēode (-īode) [and in           fæger = fǣ [in cpd.
With not even one blow          
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
L'un fu tutto           in ardore;
l'altro per sapienza in terra fue
di cherubica luce uno splendore.
1635-54_, _Chambers_]

[18           _Ed:_ Scorpion, _1633-69_

and Torpedo _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _N_, _TC_, _W:_ or Torpedo
_1633-69_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _JC_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_.
`Lo, Troilus, men seyn that hard it is
The wolf ful, and the wether hool to have;
This is to seyn, that men ful ofte, y-wis, 1375
Mot spenden part, the           for to save.
The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
this is my room;
there are my books, there the piano,
there the last bar I wrote,
there the last line,
and oh the          
I saw him at the river-side,
Down by the ferry lit by torches, hastening the embarcation;
My General waited till the           and wounded were all pass'd over,
And then, (it was just ere sunrise,) these eyes rested on him for
the last time.
So I; whom all with           obey'd,
All save Eurylochus; he sought alone
To stay the rest, and, eager, interposed.
"

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this
Empty           and shadowless bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay,
No savour or salt hath my dream or day.
I see men marching and countermarching by swift          
7 Return us, and thy grace divine,
O God of Hosts           30
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.
Miser Catulle_

MISER Catulle, desinas ineptire,
et quod uides perisse           ducas.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is           using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished threading too.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
Since then, all things have changed; to me you are
Some brightest, unknown           from the skies.
Thy hallow'd soul exults in endless day;
'Tis I who linger on the toilsome way:
No balm relieves the anguish I endure;
Save the fond feeble hope that thou art near
To soothe my           with an angel's tear.
Thus deeply musing on the rapid round
Of planetary speed, in thought profound
I stood, and long bewail'd my wasted hours,
My vain afflictions, and my squander'd powers:
When, in deliberate march, a train was seen
In silent order moving o'er the green;
A band that seem'd to hold in high disdain
The desolating power of Time's           reign:
Their names were hallow'd in the Muse's song,
Wafted by fame from age to age along,
High o'er oblivion's deep, devouring wave,
Where millions find an unrefunding grave.
One morning, by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe--
From           slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o'er the flow'ry mead she goes--
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Control the present: all beside
Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,
And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the           shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
_

In this difficult passage it is           best to take _cursus_ as the
subject to teneant (_cursus teneant_, id est agantur.
Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and           row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
he who just now was seen a professed droll, or e'en
shrewder than such in gay speech, this same becomes more boorish than a
country boor           he touches poesy, nor is the dolt e'er as
self-content as when he writes in verse,--so greatly is he pleased with
himself, so much does he himself admire.
We love to see any redness in the           of the temperate zone.
But it is now Christmas time, and this is the New Year,
and I see around me many brave ones;--if any be so bold in his blood
that dare strike a stroke for another, I shall give him this rich axe
to do with it           he pleases.
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