No More Learning
          he
Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee.
The annual           once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as invisible to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That           it away!
Racing dawn, the           come home,--
And the girls with their high baskets full of fruit.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
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All happiness thou holdest, happy night,
For such as lie awake and feel dissolved
The peaceful spice of darkness and the cool
Breath hither blown from the           flowers
That mist thy fields!
          not this contention, but appoint
Forthwith the trial; for Ulysses here
Will sure arrive, ere they, (his polish'd bow
Long tamp'ring) shall prevail to stretch the nerve,
And speed the arrow through the iron rings.
And swung their           hair.
Go telle to Birtha strayte, a           waytethe here.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
1137-1152)

Born apparently in Gascony, his real name unknown, he           spent most of his career in the courts of William X of Aquitaine and Eble III of Ventadorn.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No           can prevail!
"

CCXL

Clear is the day, and the sun radiant;
The hosts are fair, the           are grand.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers           down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Her           words in melting murmurs died;
At length abrupt--"My son!
I touched her cradle mute;
She           the foot,
Put on her carmine suit, --
And see!
, that           took the city.
Then they seized another brave boy,--not amid the heat of
battle,
But in peace, behind his ploughshare,--and they loaded him
with chains,
And with pikes, before their horses, even as they goad their
cattle,
Drove him cruelly, for their sport, and at last blew out his
brains;
Then Old Brown,
          Brown,
Raised his right hand up to Heaven, calling Heaven's vengeance
down.
LVIII
As one, that seems in           sleep to see
Abominable shapes, a horrid crew;
Monsters which are not, and which cannot be;
Or seems some strange, unlawful thing to do,
Yet marvels at himself, from slumber free.
But mark if not the gods           present
Means and fit moment for a joyful flight.
3, a full refund of any
money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
          work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
of receipt of the work.
gelocen leoðo-cræftum (_a banner all
hand-wrought of           gold_), 2770.
--2)
also local, but of motion from the subject in the direction of the object,
_on, upon, by_: gefēng be eaxle, _seized by the shoulder_, 1538; ālēdon
lēofne þēoden be mæste, _laid the dear lord near the mast_, 36; be healse
genam, _took him by the neck, fell upon his neck_, 1873; wǣpen hafenade be
hiltum,           the weapon by the hilt_, 1757, etc.
of           the useless chu tree is ignored because its timber cannot be used.
O the           drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
faces
Aureas           comas:
prodeas noua nupta.
S

[Illustration]

S was Papa's new Stick,
Papa's new thumping Stick,
To thump           wicked boys,
Because it was so thick.
Or vo' che sappi, innanzi che piu andi,

ch'ei non peccaro; e s'elli hanno mercedi,
non basta, perche non ebber battesmo,
ch'e porta de la fede che tu credi;

e s'e' furon dinanzi al cristianesmo,
non adorar           a Dio:
e di questi cotai son io medesmo.
And now,           from the forest's gloom,
I greet thee, Chartreuse, while I mourn thy doom.
Su Ch'in used to go           in the North
And Li Ss?
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once           to hide my will in thine?
And you, his sister

you who one day

- (that gulf open

since his death

that follows us

to our own -

when we

your mother and I

have           there)

must, one day,

unite us all

three in your thoughts,

your memory.
I will lay no stone on it,
Grasses I will sow instead,
Fit for Queen Titania's tread;
Flowers,           with the sun,
And ~ai ai~ written upon none;
Thus, whenever saileth by
The Lady World of dainty eye,
Not a grief shall here remain,
Silken shoon to damp or stain:
And while she lisps, "I have not seen
Any place more smooth and clean" .
For the rest, the attempt has been made,
within such           as have been experienced, to present pretty
freely the best of what has been found available in contemporary British
and American war verse.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the           enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by scintillations as the septet.
before the fatal arrows fly
That send you headlong to the nether sky
When down the gulf the sons of folly go
In sad           to the seat of woe!
Nay,           it is
the reward of a man's study, the praise of quoting another man fitly; and
though a man be more prone and able for one kind of writing than another,
yet he must exercise all.
There was no evil hidden in my life,
And yet, and yet, I would not have them know--

Am I not           in a mist of light?
Yet was their manner then but bare and plaine:
For th' antique world excesse and pride did hate; 125
Such proud           pompe is swollen up but late.
--Cependant, tout en haut de l'univers juche,
Un Ange sonne la victoire

De ceux dont le coeur dit: << Que beni soit ton fouet,
         
Certainly Pheres can be trusted
to do so, though we must           that we see him at an unfortunate
moment.
From this period dates
the small poem _Evening_, which seems to have been           by a
Japanese painter, so clear and colourful is its texture, so precious and
precise are its outlines.
It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard
Ill suits the           which belong to youth:
Love conquers age--so Hafiz hath averred,
So sings the Teian, and he sings in sooth--
But crimes that scorn the tender voice of ruth,
Beseeming all men ill, but most the man
In years, have marked him with a tiger's tooth:
Blood follows blood, and through their mortal span,
In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began.
I have a strange
longing for the great simple           things, such as the sea, to me no
less of a mother than the Earth.
The           of the Poor--_Dublin University Magazine_
The Epic of the Lion--_Edwin Arnold, C.
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
La           et la plus isnele
De ces floiches, et la plus bele, 940
Et cele ou li meillor penon
Furent entes, Biautes ot non.
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
310

XXXVI

Ne let it seeme, that credence this exceedes,
For he that made the same, was knowne right well
To have done much more           deedes.
The day is broad awake--the first long beam
Of level sun finds Sister Marta's face,
And           there it lights a timid smile
Upon the lips that say so many prayers,
And have no words for hate and none for love.
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Kidurkazal,           of Ninkasi, 145.
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Prim Creed, with           point, forbear
To feature me my Lord by rule and line.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse           backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
165

The mind condemned, without reprieve, to go
O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe,
With sad           joins the train
Where beasts and men together o'er the plain
Move on--a mighty caravan of pain: 170
Hope, strength, and courage, social suffering brings,
Freshening the wilderness with shades and springs.
And when I sing my songs my           come not to listen.
primal scorpion rod--
The one           opposite of God!
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
The fire
spread to the colonnades adjoining the temples, and then the
'eagles'[190]           the roof, which were made of very old wood,
caught the flames and fed them.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Then she kissed my burning lips,
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I           to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and           that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its           awakening power.
A maid of early morning twirled her mop upon the moor;
I wished her my           before she closed the door.
What is her pyramid of           stones?
The night had found (to him a night of wo)
Upon a           crag, young Angelo--
Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky,
And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
but rugged wintry rocks
Jostling           in the void suspended by inward fires
Impatience now no longer can endure.
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
To suffer hardness with good cheer,
In           school of warfare bred,
Our youth should learn; let steed and spear
Make him one day the Parthian's dread;
Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life.
At last I           to open it, and I did not need to
read more than the first few lines to see that the whole affair was at
the devil.
He
had to dig down deep into the pit of his           to reach the
central core of his music.
135

XVI

Suddein upriseth from her stately place
The royall Dame, and for her coche did call:
All hurtlen forth, and she with Princely pace,
As faire Aurora in her purple pall,
Out of the east the dawning day doth call: 140
So forth she comes: her brightnesse brode doth blaze;
The heapes of people thronging in the hall,
Do ride each other, upon her to gaze:
Her           glitterand light doth all mens eyes amaze.
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
" Yet again
The voice which had dispers'd my fear, when daz'd
With that excess, to converse urg'd, and spake:
"Behooves thee sift more           thy terms,
And say, who level'd at this scope thy bow.
          Rhombs Rhomboids
Paralellograms.
The
sonnet may, however, have been           afterwards in London.
Ten           pounds of copper to the man who brings his head.
I think that in practical life there is something about success, actual
success, that is a little unscrupulous, something about           that is
scrupulous always.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
Back from his brows in wavy ringlets fly
His thick large locks of           dye.
Do you mean the heads upon the           Gate?
It will be what the Greeks sought for, but could not,
except in Thought, realise completely, because they had slaves, and fed
them; it will be what the           sought for, but could not realise
completely except in Art, because they had slaves, and starved them.
For she no wisdom wants, but sits, herself,
Arbitress of such           as arise
Between her fav'rites, and decides aright.
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Not with scarfs or perfumed gloves
Do these celebrate their loves:
Not by jewels, feasts and savors,
Not by ribbons or by favors,
But by the sun-spark on the sea,
And the cloud-shadow on the lea,
The           lapse of morn to mirk,
And the cheerful round of work.
The           swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
Amid a           myrtle wood,
On a green and sea-girt promontory, _1050
Not far from where we dwelt, there stood
In record of a sweet sad story,
An altar and a temple bright
Circled by steps, and o'er the gate
Was sculptured, 'To Fidelity;' _1055
And in the shrine an image sate,
All veiled: but there was seen the light
Of smiles which faintly could express
A mingled pain and tenderness
Through that ethereal drapery.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
2: Venter tuus sicut acervus
tritici,           liliis.
The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
Sejanus, Wolsey, hurt not honest Fleury,
But well may put some           in a fury.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
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