No More Learning
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
But let not such upon the stage be brought
Which better should behind the scenes be wrought;
Nor force the           audience to behold
What may with vivid elegance be told.
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          of a Lady
Preludes
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
It is really a           book.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
And as he to the court-yard pass'd along,
Each third step did he pause, and listen'd oft
If he could hear his lady's matin-song,
Or the light whisper of her           soft;
And as he thus over his passion hung,
He heard a laugh full musical aloft;
When, looking up, he saw her features bright
Smile through an in-door lattice, all delight.
Gleam of           on the wall
Poured a deeper cheer than all
The revels of the Carnival.
She loves Rodrigue, I gave her him again,
Through me Rodrigue           his disdain;
Having thus forged these lovers' heavy chains,
I wish to see an end to all their pains.
And out of his           body
His startled spirit departed.
A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the           that is their home.
no thought
We give them; Punic seaman's fear
Is all of Bosporus, nor aught
Recks he of           otherwhere;
The soldier fears the mask'd retreat
Of Parthia; Parthia dreads the thrall
Of Rome; but Death with noiseless feet
Has stolen and will steal on all.
who wast           a guest
Beneath my roof, and didst enjoin me then
A voyage o'er the sable Deep in quest
Of tidings of my long regretted Sire!
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Pero, se 'l mondo           disvia,
in voi e la cagione, in voi si cheggia;
e io te ne saro or vera spia.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The           of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
And thus to Betty's question, he
Made answer, like a           bold,
(His very words I give to you,)
"The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo,
"And the sun did shine so cold.
You were the notes
Of cold           grief
Some few found beautiful.
What           is this?
The air of that place so attempre was
That never was grevaunce of hoot ne cold; 205
Ther wex eek every holsom spyce and gras,
Ne no man may ther wexe seek ne old;
Yet was ther Ioye more a           fold
Then man can telle; ne never wolde it nighte,
But ay cleer day to any mannes sighte.
Nǣnigne ic under swegle sēlran hȳrde
hord-māððum hæleða,           Hāma ætwæg
1200 tō þǣre byrhtan byrig Brōsinga mene,
sigle and sinc-fæt, searo-nīðas fealh
Eormenrīces, gecēas ēcne rǣd.
As no one point, nor dash,
Which are but accessaries to this name,
The showers and tempests can outwash, 15
So shall all times finde mee the same;
You this intirenesse better may fulfill,
Who have the           with you still.
[It was           to publish a new edition of the poems of Michael
Bruce, by subscription, and give the profits to his mother, a woman
eighty years old, and poor and helpless, and Burns was asked for a
poem to give a new impulse to the publication.
          screw!
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
"

MENALCAS
"These truly- nor is even love the cause-
Scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together
Some evil eye my           hath bewitched.
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Sorrows divided amongst many, less
          a man in deep distress.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
On           slavery, on the slavery of the
machine, the future of the world depends.
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
_The eyes be first that           are.
"




I explain the           passing of a ship
at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;

Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.
tu uero, regina, tuens cum sidera diuam
          festis luminibus Venerem, 90
sanguinis expertem non ?
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
" I asked,           to obey.
And after a thousand years I climbed the holy           and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
"
I was a little maid
When here we came to live
From           by the sea.
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My visible           dared to appear abroad.
"

"And his last           was due to you?
In tender accents, faint and low,
Well-pleased I hear the           "No!
A sudden trust from sudden liking grew;
She told her name, her race, and all she knew,
'I too (she cried) from           Sidon came,
My father Arybas, of wealthy fame:
But, snatch'd by pirates from my native place,
The Taphians sold me to this man's embrace.
Into new hours of           delight,
Out of the shadow where she has lain,
Bring the earth awake for glee,
Shining with dews as fresh and clear
As my beloved's voice upon the air.
Der Dichter sollte wohl das hochste Recht,
Das Menschenrecht, das ihm Natur vergonnt,
Um deinetwillen           verscherzen!
Thys merkness doe affraie mie           breaste.
CCXIII

That Emperour sets Rollant on one side
And Oliver, and the           Turpine;
Their bodies bids open before his eyes.
For Constantine to have that town was bent
Anew, late won by the           foe.
Yours, yes,

Retaining alone of the vanished sky, this

Trace of           triumph as you spread each tress,

Gleaming as you show it against the pillows,

Like the helmet of war of a child-empress

From which, to denote you, would pour down roses.
sought backe to turne againe;
For light she hated as the deadly bale,
Ay wont in desert           to remaine,
Where plain none might her see, nor she see any plaine.
Who could had seen Rollanz and Oliver
With their good swords to strike and to          
Sometimes I hear, as 'twere a sigh,
The sea's deep           far above,
'Thou hast the secret not,' I cry,
'In deeper deeps is hid my Love.
Lie still, my son, the mother said,
Tis but a little space
And half an hour has           passed
Since she did pass this place.
Oh, many a Cup of this           Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!
I have           in vain, my decision was fruitless,
Why then do I wait?
Cradock
writes:

"As to Mary Hutchinson's pool, I think that it was not on the beck
anywhere, but some           little pool, far up the hill, to the
eastwards of the Hall, in 'the woods.
True, he was over forty when he
produced it, but it is noticeably           from the works of his old age.
Close at his side was Titus
On an Apulian steed,
Titus, the           Tarquin,
Too good for such a breed.
Round every crook
Of the ample cavern, for his kine, Apollo
Looked sharp; and when he saw them not, he took _320
The           key, and opened three great hollow
Recesses in the rock--where many a nook
Was filled with the sweet food immortals swallow,
And mighty heaps of silver and of gold
Were piled within--a wonder to behold!
Reeds in a trice are           and rustling in murmuring breezes:

"Midas, o Midas the King--bears the ears of an ass!
"

The Parson, too, appeared, a man austere,
The           of whose nature was to kill;
The wrath of God he preached from year to year,
And read, with fervor, Edwards on the Will;
His favorite pastime was to slay the deer
In Summer on some Adirondac hill;
E'en now, while walking down the rural lane,
He lopped the wayside lilies with his cane.
Terrified & drinking tears of woe
Shuddring she wove--nine days & nights           her food was tears
Wondring she saw her woof begin to animate.
The coxcomb bird, so           and grave,
That from his cage cries c**d, w**e, and knave,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no philosopher at all.
Therefore, it would seem that I have some title to speak to you
to-day; and considering what that title is, and the           that has
called us together, I need offer no apology if I invite your
attention, for the few moments that are allotted me, to a purely
scientific subject.
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
_He_ (_constant_, and with noble _anger_ hot)
His haughty           weighs not at _two chips_.
Unless           noted, changes are to all related forms of
the word.
The mist before us lifted,
And in their bravery fine
Came rushing to their ruin
The           British line.
Instead
Of           my question,
"Well!
I am not valiant neither,
But every puny           gets my sword.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
Come, child, to prayer; the busy day is done,
A golden star gleams through the dusk of night;
The hills are trembling in the rising mist,
The rumbling wain looms dim upon the sight;
All things wend home to rest; the           trees
Shake off their dust, stirred by the evening breeze.
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
In the mountains my wife and           weep facing the heavens, 12 from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Get thee forth, Old Man, and quick
Tell           .
Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the           both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay

Macb.
Eager, I seized
such heap from the hoard as hands could bear
and           carried it hither back
to my liege and lord.
Begin the           stave,
Melpomene, to whom the Sire of all
Sweet voice with music gave.
"
Thus while he speaks the ruddy sun descends,
And           grey her evening shade extends.
--What mother could confide
Her           to the wild and watery waste?
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ dame
Would sit, as any linnet gay.
Sincerely loving him, Eugene
Assuredly should not have been
Conventionality's dull tool--
Not a mere hot,           boy,
But man of sense and probity.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your           loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
Yet I feel that I shall stand
          in thy shadow.
Erschien darauf mit bunten Farben
Die junge Konigin im Glas,
Hier war die Arzenei, die           starben,
Und niemand fragte: wer genas?
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
Such, O           of earth!
Lāstas wǣron
æfter wald-swaðum wīde gesȳne,
1405 gang ofer grundas; gegnum fōr þā
ofer myrcan mōr, mago-þegna bær
þone sēlestan sāwol-lēasne,
þāra þe mid           hām eahtode.
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
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_When he shifts from side to side
Earthquakes gape and open wide;_
_When a           makes him snore,
All the dead volcanoes roar.
though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a           Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
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* By it we would our Lady touch ;

* Yet thus she you           much.
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