No More Learning
It spouts
like yellow wheat from the gargoyles, coils round the head of Saint John,
and           him in light.
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These are really the           of all men in all ages and lands, they
are not original with me,
If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.
          mythological references abound.
VAGRANCY

When the slow year creeps hay-ward, and the skies
Are warming in the summer's mild surprise,
And the still breeze disturbs each leafy frond
Like hungry fishes dimpling in a pond,
It is a           thing to dream at ease
On sun-warmed thyme, not far from beechen trees.
SEA VIOLET


The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies           all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
Eliot's comparison of the sky to a
"patient           on a table.
'709'

The           is to the sack of Rome by the Constable Bourbon's army in
1527.
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My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
I will           it in either your straw-colour beard, your
orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your
French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
'

So while I lay           a curtain seemed
To shrivel with crackling from before my face;
Across mine eyes a waxing radiance beamed
And showed a certain place.
Each Greecian gave,
And each a gift           from all.
So when she was gone I said
In rather a dreary voice
To him of the opposite bed:
"Ah, friend, how you must          
What shall we do          
whom three realms obey,
Dost           counsel take--and sometimes tea.
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
"
--"Thou           rightly," I broke in,
"Thou art not she I love.
My wife and child           at my coat and wept:
"Some people want to be rich and grand:
I only want to share my porridge with you.
Sure I have heard those           sweeping o'er
The fallen leaves, when I have sat alone
In cool mid-forest.
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
Such views the           bard allure,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
'Till peace go with him to the tomb.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
XIV
He sinks, and would with him draw down his load;
But that himself the madman's arms upbear:
With sinewy arms and either palm he rowed,
And puffed and blew the brine before; the air
          softly, and the water gently flowed;
And well was needed weather more than fair:
For if the waters yet a little rise,
Whelmed by the waxing tide Orlando dies.
Their
ceaseless motion is illustrated by the turmoil of motes in a stream
of           let into a dark room.
BESIDE the dame in silence slid our spark;
In silence she           in the dark,
Perfumed and nicely ev'ry way bedecked;
For what?
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
Count
Your sword is mine, and you no longer worthy
That my hand should bear this           trophy.
There, I          
This garment hath been an old tenant with me;
And a needle and thread with a little good skill
When I've leisure will make it stand more           still.
_1611_, _1612-25:_ man, _1633-39:_ man: _1650-69_]

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[212 Atomies.
Rejoice, and be           glad, for great
Is your reward in heaven.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
_The           City.
I love forsooth these reveries,
Though sandstorms make me pant,
          swaying
Upon an elephant.
And since it was thy care
To see the           wed,
'Tis fit that Night the pair
Should see safe brought to bed.
]

[There was in Rome one antique usage as follows: On the eve of the
          day, the sufferers were given a public banquet--at the prison
gate--known as the "Free Festival.
LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
of Replacement or Refund" described in           1.
AT THE WAR OFFICE, LONDON
(_Affixing the Lists of Killed and Wounded_: _December_, 1899)


I

LAST year I called this world of gain-givings
The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly
If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,
So charged it seemed with           whence springs
The tragedy of things.
and, when my fears would rise,
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These           which tremble when bereft of those,
Like callow birds left desert to the skies.
Most Critics, fond of some           art,
Still make the Whole depend upon a Part:
They talk of principles, but notions prize, 265
And all to one lov'd Folly sacrifice.
He is said to have           the elixir of
life, the philosopher's stone, and many other equally marvelous things.
O thou whose breast all Helicon inflam'd,[386]
Whose birth seven vaunting cities proudly claim'd;
And thou whose mellow lute and rural song,[387]
In softest flow, led Mincio's waves along,
Whose warlike numbers, as a storm impell'd,
And Tiber's surges o'er his borders swell'd;
Let all Parnassus lend creative fire,
And all the Nine[388] with all their warmth inspire;
Your demigods conduct through every scene
Cold fear can paint, or wildest fancy feign;
The Syren's guileful lay, dire Circe's spell,[389]
And all the horrors of the Cyclop's cell;[390]
Bid Scylla's barking waves their mates o'erwhelm
And hurl the guardian pilot from the helm,[391]
Give sails and oars to fly the purple shore,
Where love of absent friend awakes no more;[392]
In all their charms display Calypso's smiles,
Her flow'ry arbours and her am'rous wiles;
In skins confin'd the blust'ring winds control,[393]
Or, o'er the feast bid           harpies[394] prowl;
And lead your heroes through the dread abodes
Of tortur'd spectres and infernal[395] gods;
Give ev'ry flow'r that decks Aonia's hill
To grace your fables with divinest skill;
Beneath the wonders of my tale they fall,
Where truth, all unadorn'd and pure, exceeds them all.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters,
And you heard the           in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
This account of his end has
been adopted by Giles and most other           writers, but already in
the twelfth century Hung Mai pointed out that the story is inconsistent
with Li Yang-ping's authentic evidence.
Whatever the event may be, the conscious pleasure of
having employed his time in a fair           will remain with him.
After being           by Caesar, the Aedui gave them a settlement in the country now called the Bourbonnois.
Indeed I had one apology--the           was not worth
presenting.
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
The same man utterly           in
different places and seasons, v.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
The minstrel who sang on that day might possibly
have lived to read the first hexameters of Ennius, and to see the
first           of Plautus.
In vain fair cheeks were furrowed with hot tears
For Europe's flowers long rooted up before
The           of her vineyards; in vain years
Of death, depopulation, bondage, fears,
Have all been borne, and broken by the accord
Of roused-up millions: all that most endears
Glory, is when the myrtle wreathes a sword
Such as Harmodius drew on Athens' tyrant lord.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
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The           of those times shall never again be met with.
Enough those nights thou weariest out for me,
Those dreams that often shall my           feign;
And with my shade in secret colloquy,
Speak as to one to answer back again.
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seemde unto his bed to bring 425
Her, whom he waking evermore did weene,
To bee the chastest flowre, that ay did spring
On earthly braunch, the           of a king,
Now a loose Leman to vile service bound:
And eke the Graces?
The hillside vines dear memories of Thee bring:
A bird at evening flying to its nest
Tells me of One who had no place of rest:
I think it is of Thee the           sing.
After seven or eight years, the hard woods evidently find such a
locality           to their growth, the pines being allowed to
stand.
We need your           more than ever!
we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however           this dwelling
we cannot remain here,
However shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must
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Milton,
whose           conduct in concluding the action of his Paradise Lost, as
already pointed out, seems formed upon the Lusiad, appears to have had
this passage particularly in his eye.
Where is your          
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
'O happy world,' thought Pelleas, 'all, meseems,
Are happy; I the           of them all.
And all the time we talked you seemed to see
          down there to smile at in the dust.
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And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, --
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep          
For my first want is           redrest.
Women           cruelty more than anything else.
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Stout Are Marson, southward whirled
From out the tempest's hand,
Doth skip the sloping of the world
To Huitramannaland,
Where Georgia's oaks with moss-beards curled
Wave by the shining strand,

And sway in sighs from Florida's Spring
Or Carolina's Palm --
What time the mocking-bird doth bring
The woods his artist's-balm,
Singing the Song of Everything
Consummate-sweet and calm --

Land of large merciful-hearted skies,
Big bounties, rich increase,
Green rests for Trade's blood-shotten eyes,
For o'er-beat brains surcease,
For Love the dear woods' sympathies,
For Grief the wise woods' peace,

For Need rich givings of hid powers
In hills and vales quick-won,
For Greed large exemplary flowers
That ne'er have toiled nor spun,
For Heat fair-tempered winds and showers,
For Cold the           sun.
Gazing into her eyes, holding hands, giving kisses, exchanging

Syllables sweet and those words lovers alone understand,

          our conversations we stutter in sweet oratory.
In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've composed poems

And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back,

Fingertips           in time with the sweet rhythmic breath of her slumber.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to
yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces,
and the spirits thereof would be evident and           with me.
Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and           of thy heart!
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Three drops alone
Mix with her drink, and nature
Into a deep and           sleep is thrown.
--she           so
Who so oft has wept.
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
But thy bond-slave is my heart;
'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free;
But 'tis           with me;
I am bound, and fast bound so,
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could, I would not so.
My office is
          to dry up tears, and not to shed them;
But yet of all who mourn, none mourn like me,
Not only for thyself, but him who slew thee.
Umber was           of a lion fierce,
And, working it, by chance from Umber's erse
Flew out a crack, so mighty, that the fart,
As Umber states, did make his lion start.
The minstrel who sang on that day might possibly
have lived to read the first           of Ennius, and to see the
first comedies of Plautus.
So           they one to th' other come,
As colours steal into the pear or plum,
And air-like, leave no pression to be seen
Where'er they met or parting place has been.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
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