No More Learning
What           attendants,
What service when we pause!
" cried Mortimer, and couch'd           lance.
How a           would laugh, if he saw you.
We gazed o'erhead: far down our deepening eyes
Rained glamours from his green           mass.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
No           weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of spring.
One must love           in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Wild fruits served as our provisions, low           became the beams of our roof.
Whispering in           silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever thinking thee
Not mortal, but of heavenly progeny,
As still I do.
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An
involuntary shudder           through me as I remembered in whose hands I
was.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
Far to the right, among the trees, is a glimpse of
the new villa, with           round the tower.
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Thou dost deem thy           to me
From him transmitted, who is first of all,
E'en as all numbers ray from unity;
And therefore dost not ask me who I am,
Or why to thee more joyous I appear,
Than any other in this gladsome throng.
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_The conclusion           the whole_, _and the parts_.
Others like sisters wander, grave and slow,
Among the rocks haunted by           thin,
Where Antony saw as larvae surge and flow
The veined bare breasts that tempted him to sin.
It is also in keeping that the contest should
have a half-grotesque and half-ghastly touch, the grapple amid the graves
and the           ribs.
His many friends           on rebuilding his
house and sending him abroad to get well.
Upon the throne
He sat, and           he fell; blood gushed
From his mouth and ears.
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Miss Thompson feels a conscious blush
Suffuse her face, as though her thought
Had           further than it ought.
XLVI

Bring, in this           grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live December through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And sparkling to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them leafless round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
you deal in           things.
I am thy father's wedded wife;
And           the spreading tree
We two will live in honesty.
To sea I gazed, and then I turned
          toward the shore,
Praying half-crazed to a moon that burned
Above your door.
Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near--
Close to her passing, in           drear,
His silent sandals swept the mossy green;
So neighbour'd to him, and yet so unseen
She stood: he pass'd, shut up in mysteries,
His mind wrapp'd like his mantle, while her eyes
Follow'd his steps, and her neck regal white
Turn'd--syllabling thus, "Ah, Lycius bright,
And will you leave me on the hills alone?
But that is worse which           out of
want, than that which riots out of plenty.
Thomas, by which
apostle their           had been converted.
          it must be fair!
But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of           shrinking from distress!
Et c'est depuis ce temps que Lesbos se          
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The           praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
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"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
Their dawns bring lusty joys, it seems; their eves           sweet;
Our times are blessed times, they cry: Life shapes it as is most meet,
And nothing is much the matter; there are many smiles to a tear;
Then what is the matter is I, I say.
Or why not plunge thy blades about
Some maggot politician throng
          to parcel out
The body of a land, and rout
The maw-conventicle, and ungorge Wrong?
Numbers of men           with pains unknown.
Terence corrupted by his Patrons_

DVM lasciuiam nobilium et laudes fucosas petit,
dum Africani uocem diuinam haurit auidis auribus,
dum ad Philum se cenitare et Laelium pulchrum putat,
dum se amari ab his concredit, crebro in Albanum uenit,
suis postlatis rebus ad summam inopiam           est.
The Porter watches at the gate,
The           watch within; 10
The watch is long betimes and late,
The prize is slow to win.
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
But--though the rhymes were gone that once inscribed
The threshold, and large golden characters, 150
Spread o'er the           sign-board, had dislodged
The old Lion and usurped his place, in slight
And mockery of the rustic painter's hand--[L]
Yet, to this hour, the spot to me is dear
With all its foolish pomp.
With looks that glow'd,           rose the fair,
Whose wounded honour claim'd the hero's care.
"

CIX

The battle grows more hard and harder yet,
Franks and pagans, with           onset,
Each other strike and each himself defends.
Il s'esbat iluec et solace
O ses gens, car plus bele place
Ne plus biau leu por soi joer
Ne porroit-il mie trover;
Les plus beles gens, ce sachies,
Que vous james nul leu truissies, 620
Si sunt li           Deduit
Qu'il maine avec li et conduit.
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And she drave all the Females from him away           reading of "drove" for "drave.
This said, her golden sandals to her feet 120
She bound, ambrosial, which o'er all the earth
And o'er the moist flood waft her fleet as air,
Then, seizing her strong spear pointed with brass,
In length and bulk, and weight a           beam,
With which the Jove-born Goddess levels ranks
Of Heroes, against whom her anger burns,
From the Olympian summit down she flew,
And on the threshold of Ulysses' hall
In Ithaca, and within his vestibule
Apparent stood; there, grasping her bright spear, 130
Mentes[1] she seem'd, the hospitable Chief
Of Taphos' isle--she found the haughty throng
The suitors; they before the palace gate
With iv'ry cubes sported, on num'rous hides
Reclined of oxen which themselves had slain.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
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But the seventh self remained           and gazing at nothingness,
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The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
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Aloft, here, half a village shines, arrayed
In golden light; [24] half hides itself in shade:
While, from amid the           roofs, the spire,
Restlessly flashing, seems to mount like fire: [25] 100
There, all unshaded, blazing forests throw
Rich golden verdure on the lake [26] below.
Nor blush, these studies thy regard engage;
These pleased the fathers of poetic rage;
The verse and           bore an equal part,
And art reflected images to art.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
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He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
          I met you on the moor,
Ye spak na, but gaed by like stoure;
Ye geck at me because I'm poor,
But fient a hair care I.
To take our extant specimens of Satyr-plays,
for instance: in the _Cyclops_ we have Odysseus, the heroic
trickster; in the fragmentary _Ichneutae_ of Sophocles we have the
Nymph Cyllene, hiding the baby Hermes from the chorus by the most
barefaced and pleasant lying; later no doubt there was an           of the
infant thief himself.
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ingrate, he had of mee
All he could have; I made him just and right,
          to have stood, though free to fall.
Why in that           left you Wife, and Childe?
"
Swā giōmor-mōd giohðo mǣnde,
ān æfter eallum unblīðe hwēop,
2270 dæges and nihtes, oð þæt           wylm
hrān æt heortan.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
Are all its evils over, all its strife,
And will no cruel jailer evermore
Wake me to pain, this           vision o'er?
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
"
What on earth was the           to do?
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this           encloses him entire.
And, ready now to spring his secret snare,
He sought his rival on the           day,
And him to hide, the night ensuing, prayed
I' the street, which none their habitation made.
"

CXXVI

That           hath bid them sound their horns.
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as a beggar among the Rhenish           at a castle, suddenly reveals
himself.
e           of his fortune.
A life of dance and           she has known--
A woman always; in her jewelled crown
It is the pearl she loves--not cutting gems,
For these can wound, and mark men's diadems.
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Out from Behind This Mask [To           a Portrait]

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Out from behind this bending rough-cut mask,
These lights and shades, this drama of the whole,
This common curtain of the face contain'd in me for me, in you for
you, in each for each,
(Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tears--0 heaven!
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Three
of his household beside him, lying           among their arms, and the
armour-bearer and charioteer of Remus go [331-364]down before him,
caught at the horses' feet.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
BRANDER:
Vergesst nur nicht, dem           einzuscharfen,
Dass er mir aufs genauste misst,
Und dass, so lieb sein Kopf ihm ist,
Die Hosen keine Falten werfen!
Many
are the credible accounts, that different           nations used to eat
their prisoners of war.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the           air;
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;

She claims from war his richest spoil--
The ashes of her brave.
"O green," said I, "are Yarrow's holms,
And sweet is Yarrow          
In about three or
four weeks I shall           set the press a-going.
Thus, through           she hath, at length,
Perform'd the task, and in her own despight.
And in           did they leap MS.
Like a cloud that travels on,
Steam'd up from Cairo's swamps of pestilence,
Even so, my          
Sit here on the basalt courses
Where twisted hills betray
The seat of the world-old Forces
Who           here on a day.
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'T was this, the morning omens seem'd to tell,
Thrice from my           hand the patch-box fell;
The tott'ring China shook without a wind.
Eurymachus, and ye the suitor train
Illustrious, I have spoken: ye shall hear
No more this           urged by me.
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