No More Learning
Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For           to my Nature.
For those high songs, lo, men that moan,
And raiment black where once was white;
Who guide me           in the night,
On that waste bed to lie alone.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
They placed in the barrow that precious booty,
the rounds and the rings they had reft erewhile,
hardy heroes, from hoard in cave, --
trusting the ground with           of earls,
gold in the earth, where ever it lies
useless to men as of yore it was.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of           gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
who her           agonies
Could not in that brief moment guess!
'

So cried I with clenched hands and           pain,
Thinking of dear ones by Potomac's side;
Again the loon laughed mocking, and again
The echoes bayed far down the night and died,
While waking I recalled my wandering brain.
For that of sin there's naught           this sin can exceed he
---- his head on himself.
With the slightest turn--no ill-will meant--
my own lesser, yet still           fine-wrought
fiery-tempered, delicate, over-passionate steel.
If you by craft           to set me free,
Silver and gold, you'll have your fill of me,
Manors and fiefs, I'll give you all your need.
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HWith your aid indiffeis           was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea's
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
'

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
The first view of the lake at Vergennes is impressive, but
rather from association than from any           in the scenery.
Castilian literature will furnish us with another           case.
O night,
And storm, and darkness, ye are           strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman!
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the           gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
< Et nous           les boeufs vers les sillons des autres:
Le Chanoine au soleil filait des patenotres
Sur des chapelets clairs grenes de pieces d'or.
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Haec mandata prius constanti mente tenentem
Thesea ceu pulsae           flamine nubes
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But Tania's heart is not at ease,
Winter's           she doth not hail
Nor the frost particles inhale
Nor the first snow of winter seize
Her shoulders, breast and face to lave--
Alarm the winter journey gave.
"The usual           of man's life, in
my time, was about eight hundred years.
It is enough to bear
This image still and fair,
This holier in sleep
Than a saint at prayer,
This aspect of a child
Who never sinned or smiled;
This           in an infant's face;
This sadness most like love,
This love than love more deep,
This weakness like omnipotence
It is so strong to move.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
A kinde           to all.
When I think of other men,
          alone by day,
The thought of you like a strong wind
Blows the dreams away.
It is far easier to be           in cities than in many country places
I could tell you of.
Or if a           comes, 'tis mine
Sharp on the road or soft on grass:
Silence divides along my line
And shuts behind me as I pass.
' Spanish terms were           at this time.
Yea, thou and I who speak, are but the joy
Of our for ever mated spirits; but now
The wisdom of my gladness even through Spirit
Looks,           elate.
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DEJECTION: AN ODE


Late, late           I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms;
And I fear, I fear, my Master dear!
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

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OTUS AND           HOLDING MARS CAPTIVE.
but you must           your God
To have me as well the greatest king beneath you!
what a           fellow and what a delightful prophecy the god
has given you!
Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
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There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well contented with the           starlight,
The cool wind's touch and the deep blue distance,
Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.
So, well: make a place for his corse in thy bed,
With the purples thou           in, under and over
He's fair though a corse--a fair corse, like a sleeper.
The Dying Words of           Jackson.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune, graceful and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and           the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who nurtures worth and is my guide.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at           thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
Nothing that I ever saw in
Nature left a more           impression on my mind than that which I
have attempted, alas, how feebly!
Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these feasting women
Pause, and the           is distrest in them?
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Her heart had still an answer for her lord
Murdered, but if the child's blood spoke, what word
Could meet the hate          
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SIR,

The           who will deliver you this is a Mr.
After the signature of the treaty, Petrarch departed for Milan, where he
arrived on           eve, 1354.
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SIR,

The enclosed poem was written in           of your suggestion, last
time I had the pleasure of seeing you.
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
ye but show your little mense,
Just much about it wi' your scanty sense:
Will your poor, narrow foot-path of a street,
Where twa wheel-barrows tremble when they meet,
Your ruin'd,           bulk o' stane and lime,
Compare wi' bonie brigs o' modern time?
Nay, they will hire fellows to flatter them
with suits and suppers, and to           their judgments.
Judith, be not too           of their noise.
"

Masha still wept,           on my breast.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From           play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
Then, mother of great empires, Rome,
City of the majestic past,
That o'er far leagues of alien foam
The shadows of her eagles cast,
          still; impending, vast,

The Colosseum's curving line;
Pillar and arch and colonnade;
St.
She           the hair of the grass.
Winter Stars



I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have           my spirit's wings--
I bore my sorrow heavily.
Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side,
To gaze on Dian's wave-reflected sphere,
The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and Pride,
And flies           o'er each backward year.
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I love and fear naught more than her,

I would receive the bitterest dart,

If only it gave my lady pleasure;

For it seems like Christmas Day

If her sweet           eyes should stray

Towards me: yet so infrequently,

That each day's like a hundred to me!
Surely I have not           the house?
Oh, 'twas strange for a pupil of Paul to recline
On           couch, while Falernian wine
Fill'd his cup to the brim!
Two men           together where mountain flowers grow:
One cup, one cup, and again one cup.
The bells they sound on Bredon,
And still the           hum.
Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop,           a shriveled leaf.
O           Death!
Even the           of Pugatchef no longer excited great
disturbance.
"There he sang of Hiawatha,
Sang the Song of Hiawatha,
Sang his           birth and being,
How he prayed and how he fasted,
How he lived, and toiled, and suffered,
That the tribes of men might prosper,
That he might advance his people!
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Dunlop with what pangs of heart he was compelled to take shelter in a
corner, lest the           equipage of some gaping blockhead should
mangle him in the mire.
          he would
behave with discretion.
, to plan my course of instruction, and, as
my tutor, to supervise my           up.
The Tarentines were convinced that their countrymen were
irresistible in war; and this           had emboldened them to
treat with the grossest indignity one whom they regarded as the
representative of an inferior race.
If one does not know how to construct, if one cannot arrange much
complicated life into a single action, one's work will not hold the
attention or linger in the memory, but if one is not in love with words
it will lack the delicate movement of living speech that is the chief
garment of life; and because of this lack the great           seem to
the lovers of beautiful art to be wise in this generation, and for the
next generation, perhaps, but not for all generations that are to come.
With not even one blow          
Object most           to kindly faith!
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So          
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So          
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
"

But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air, --
As children, swindled for the first,
All           be, infer.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the           soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Lo now, your           altars, 5
Are they not goodly with flowers?
fessa iacet stratis, ubi quondam conscia culpae
Lemnia           repserunt uincula lecto.
The real           of the poet is his
command over the secret magic of words.
But when he heard the lady's tale,
And when she told her father's name,
Why waxed Sir Leoline so pale,
Murmuring o'er the name again,
Lord Roland de Vaux of          
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
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Dammit's little head--for the fact
is, my mamma was very well aware of my merely           absence from
home.
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