No More Learning
There is no wind but soweth seeds
Of a more true and open life,
Which burst,           for, into high-souled deeds,
With wayside beauty rife.
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I'll see the witness to my           amour
Noting the manner in which I greet his father,
My heart full of the sighs he would not embrace,
My eyes wet with the tears scorned by that ingrate.
[Illustration: PARSNIP PIE]

The           Purple Polly,
who read the Newspaper and ate Parsnip Pie
with his Spectacles.
They, in that last look, surveyed
The love they lost in losing heaven,
And passionately flee
With a desolate cry that cleaves
The natural storms--though _they_ are lifting
God's strong cedar-roots like leaves,
And the earthquake and the thunder,
Neither keeping either under,
Roar and hurtle through the glooms--
And a few pale stars are drifting
Past the dark, to disappear,
What time, from the splitting tombs
          the dead arise,
Viewing with their death-calmed eyes
The elemental strategies,
To witness, victory is the Lord's.
Go, so all is           now for us to leave.
ah, ne'er again
Shall they return unto our eyes,
Car-borne, 'neath silken          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
Not that I'd lop the           from his book,
Like slashing Bentley with his desperate hook,
Or damn all Shakespeare, like the affected fool
At court, who hates whate'er he read at school.
the moon was shining bright
And showed with an uncertain light
Tattiana's beauty, pale with care,
Her tears and her dishevelled hair;
And on the footstool sitting down
Beside our youthful heroine fair,
A kerchief round her silver hair
The aged nurse in ample gown,(37)
Whilst all           seemed to dream
Enchanted by the moon's pale beam.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
A power of           must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
Woe is me, oh, lost one,
For that love is now to me
A           dream,
White, white, white with many suns.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The vengeance exacted by the spouse of Attila for the
murder of           was celebrated in rhymes, of which Germany is
still justly proud.
; but I never           said I loved
her.
The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for           dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
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They
were followed by six           of Rome, clothed in green, and bearing
crowns wreathed with different flowers.
The poet acted on this, and
sent the song,           in this characteristic letter.
How can I say
If there were poets in the paths of          
Near the dying of the day
There will be a cudgel-play,
Where a coxcomb will be broke
Ere a good word can be spoke:
But the anger ends all here,
          in ale, or drown'd in beer.
It is           that I may have met one, and
that he concealed his poetic gifts.
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In
the           salon stood a long table, at which about twenty men sat
playing faro, the host of the establishment being the banker.
          cited which are derived from modern dictionaries
(Tyrwhitt).
Maeonia, or Lydia, was a district in Asia which was said to have
been the           of Homer.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Well, shall I take a toper's part
Of fierce          
Allow your           Hippolyte to vanish 925
Forever from the place your wife inhabits.
Friendship, that sacred virtue, long does daim

The first           of his house and name :

But within one its narrow limits fall,

His tenderness extended unto all,

And that deep soul through every channel flows,

Where kindly Nature loves itself to lose.
--No; 'tis a life to have thine oil
Without extortion from thy soil;
Thy           fields to yield thee grain,
Although with some, yet little pain;
To have thy mind, and nuptial bed,
With fears and cares uncumbered
A pleasing wife, that by thy side
Lies softly panting like a bride;
--This is to live, and to endear
Those minutes Time has lent us here.
Be thou me,           one!
For sothe, y-liche they suffred tho
Oo blisse and eek oo sorwe bothe;
Y-liche they were bothe gladde and wrothe;
Al was us oon,           were.
"
Thy age, great Caesar, has restored
To squalid fields the plenteous grain,
Given back to Rome's almighty Lord
Our standards, torn from Parthian fane,
Has closed           Janus' gate,
Wild passion's erring walk controll'd,
Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state,
And brought again the life of old,
Life, by whose healthful power increased
The glorious name of Latium spread
To where the sun illumes the east
From where he seeks his western bed.
HERACLES (_a hand on the           of each_).
Where'er the           of thy coming fall,
Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread,
Sunset her purple canopies and red,
In serried splendour, and the night unfold
Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold
For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
[64] The cohort on guard seem to have been in mufti, without
helmets and shields or their           cloaks, but armed with
swords and javelins.
A cruel god           your race.
[677] The countryfolk           to despise the townspeople, whom they
dubbed idle and lazy.
In           names only nature showed.
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First at the trenches I shall be to greet;
There's not a watch I shall not share with you;
But more--but most--there where for you the red,
Drenched, dreadful, splendid,           field lifts up
Inflexible demand,
I will be there!
What is a jewel if it be not set
Forth by a ring or some rich          
          discharg'd]
WOLSEY.
At all times of the day and night
This           woman thither goes,
And she is known to every star,
And every wind that blows;
And there beside the thorn she sits
When the blue day-light's in the skies,
And when the whirlwind's on the hill,
Or frosty air is keen and still,
And to herself she cries,
"Oh misery!
Not in vain
The ecstasy boils in their flaming breast;
Action is hallowed, being glorified
          by the poets!
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
--This is so imperfect an account, and will be so late
ere it reach you, that were it not to discharge my conscience I would
not trouble you with it; but after all my           I could make it no
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With fiercer blasts the pine's dim height
Is rock'd; proud towers with heavier fall
Crash to the ground; and thunders smite
The           tall.
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Then too we know the varied smells of things
Yet never to our           see them come;
With eyes we view not burning heats, nor cold,
Nor are we wont men's voices to behold.
my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the           part
Of what from thee I learn.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
"

"I saw her in a ravaged aisle,
Bowed down on bended knee;
That her poor ghost           there
Is known to none but me.
Her golden tresses on the wind she threw,
Which twisted them in many a           braid;
In her fine eyes the burning glances play'd,
With lovely light, which now they seldom show:
Ah!
When a guest arrives
She gives up all to be with him; while I
Must be the drudge, make ready the guest-chamber,
Prepare the food, set           in order,
And see that naught is wanting in the house.
What glory can her           eyes behold?
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Bobby fought his way through the rain to the Tail Twisters' temporary
mess, and Revere could have fallen on the boy's neck for the joy of
seeing that ugly,           phiz once more.
Sometimes, when we
walked along the back side of a house which stood near the road, we
observed stout stakes leaning against it, by which the shutters, now
pushed half open, were           at night; within, the houses were
neatly ceiled with wood not painted.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
With thee I do forget the toil and stress,
The loveless road that knows no resting place,
Time's straitened pulse, the soul's dread weariness,
My freedom, and my life          
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Many a goodly court my           knows,

Yet in her there's more that does impress,

Measure and wit and other virtue glows

Beauty, youth, good manners, actions stir,

Of courtesy she has well-learnt her share

Of all displeasing things I find her free

I think no good thing lacking anyway.
Silence

(To Eleonora Duse)


We are anhungered after solitude,
Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound,
Soft quiet           over pools profound,
The silences that on the desert brood,
Above a windless hush of empty seas,
The broad unfurling banners of the dawn,
A faery forest where there sleeps a Faun;
Our souls are fain of solitudes like these.
Now,           bee-like, she would stop
Entranced before some tempting shop,
Getting in people's way and prying
At things she never thought of buying:
Now wafted on without an aim,
Until in course of time she came
To Watson's bootshop.
Nos grands bois sentiraient la seve,
Et le soleil
          d'or fin leur grand reve
Sombre et vermeil!
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Ne           hem neuere good holde; bot with sterne mood.
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          in this ancient cup
May the sword-blades drink their fill
Of the homebrew there, until
They will have for masters none
But the threshold and hearthstone.
Sometimes,
however, a tragedy that possesses           elements of beauty crosses
our lives.
Ah, that the pure and simple never know
Aught of           and all their holy worth!
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And what the           breeze that comes [24]
The little pond to stir?
On account of some           satirical allusions his
opera 'Polly' was refused a license, and when his friends, the Duke and
Duchess of Queensberry (see l.
Ye           menne, gyff Dacyanne menne yee are, 980
Lette nete botte blodde suffycyle for yee bee;
On everich breaste yn gorie letteres scarre,
Whatt sprytes you have, & howe those sprytes maie dree.
Charles the great in vain your aid will seek--
None such as he till God His           speak;--
Here must you die, and France in shame be steeped;
Here perishes our loyal company,
Before this night great severance and grief.
Knowledge the clue to life can give;
Then wherefore           to live?
I have long ago made
up my mind as to my own reputation in the           of authorship, and
have nothing to be pleased or offended at, in your adoption or
rejection of my verses.
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Phoebus gilding the brow o' morning,
Banishes ilk           shade,
Nature gladdening and adorning;
Such to me my lovely maid.
Thee Thetis, fairest of maids Nereian,           to marry?
Once he invited to dinner eight other elderly and retired officials; the
occasion was recorded in a picture           "The Nine Old Men at
Hsiang-shan.
strēam ūt brecan of beorge, _saw a stream break out from the rocks_,
2547; lēt se hearda           þegn brādne mēce .
Illustrious farr and wide, but by his own
First seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd,
When the great Ensign of Messiah blaz'd
Aloft by Angels born, his Sign in Heav'n:
Under whose Conduct Michael soon reduc'd
His Armie, circumfus'd on either Wing,
Under thir Head           all in one.
"

Her visage           him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
To her whom it adorns this sheath imparteth
The living motion from the light surrounding; And thus my nobler parts, to grief's confounding, Impart into my heart a peace which starteth
From one round whom a           is cast Which clingeth in the air where she hath past.
A little lower the           beast
he smote with sword; his steel drove in
bright and burnished; that blaze began
to lose and lessen.
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