No More Learning
In the former, Courage is           to 'Purpose',
'Desire', and is a distinctly evil character.
{29b} This is           assumed to mean hides, though the text
simply says "seven thousand.
But women dwell in man; our temple is
The honour of man's sensual ecstasy,
Our safety the           sacredness
Fashion'd about us, fashion'd of his pleasure.
ALCESTIS,           of Pelias, his wife_.
Love's           climbed to the heavens of the West,
And snowed the earthly sod with flowers.
La terre, demi-nue, heureuse de revivre,
A des           de joie aux baisers du soleil.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Together both, ere the high Lawns appear'd
Under the opening eye-lids of the morn,
We drove a field and both           heard
What time the Gray-fly winds her sultry horn,
Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night,
Oft till the Star that rose, at Ev'ning, bright 30
Toward Heav'ns descent had slop'd his westering wheel.
_ The good
Father of us all had           intrusted to the keeping of this child of
his certain faculties of a constructive kind.
Oh, some          
They snort the breath of pride, and, filled therewith,
Their nozzles whistle with           sound.
There's           sent from Caesar; call him.
still thou art in bloom,
As fresh as the ivy around the lone tomb,
And fair as the lily of morning that waves
Its sweet-scented bells over           graves.
And           they sometimes gave themselves this name
by way of allusion to the Roman Paraboli.
Fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
Cum           quo puella ducebat
Amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
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The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the           on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary Ringdove there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
Like           himself, they are
connected in ancient religion with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the resurrection of the dead, a point which students of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
/ Stockholm,/ Albert           Forlag.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Now may your soul no pain nor sorrow ken,
Finding the gates of           open!
istius ille anni pulcer chorus, alta ut hebescat
terra gelu, uer ut blandis           auris,
puluerulenta siti tellurem ut torreat aestas
et grauis autumni redeat fetura parentis.
: _semhiante_ Lucian
Mueller
215 _mallio_ A: _maulio_ O:           GRVen || _inscieis_ Lachm.
As Elynour bie the green lesselle was syttynge,
As from the sones hete she harried,
She sayde, as herr whytte hondes whyte hosen was knyttynge, 210
Whatte           ytt ys to be married!
, _loan-days,           days_ (of earthly existence
as contrasted with the heavenly, unending): acc.
Of the others this
alone has the           'J.
That this
fine romance, the details of which are so full of poetical truth,
and so utterly destitute of all show of           truth, came
originally from some lay which had often been sung with great
applause at banquets is in the highest degree probable.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
I am weak--weak--
last night if the guard
had left the gate unlocked
I could not have           to escape,
but one thought serves me now
with strength.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
But the newspaper hopes and
believes that no 'such tolerance will be           to Mr.
ap
201           G m.
Full right to that just now I gave;
I spoke not as an idle           better.
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Pensive she spoke, with mild and modest air
Seating me by her, on a soft bank, where,
In           shade, the beech and laurel met.
The dissimilarities of temperament, range
and choice of subjects are manifest, but the outstanding           is
this: _Georgian Poetry_ has an editor, and the poems it contains may be
taken as that editor's reaction to the poetry of the day.
"Be ready," the           said to us, "the assault is about to begin.
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
Albert Flamen, 1664, The Rijksmuseun

Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
e kyng 'fore; his men           no?
What on earth should we men do going about with purity and          
Let us be men that dream,
Not cowards, dabblers, waiters
For dead Time to           and grant balm For ills unnamed.
Who now could fail to recognize
Tattiana in the young          
'

To him the King,
'A goodly youth and worth a           boon!
Aricia

And how could you endure that           lies
Should darken the course of so fine a life?
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We can see the bright steel           all along the lines advancing--
Now the front rank fires a volley--they have thrown away their shot;
Far behind the earthwork lying, all the balls above them flying,
Our people need not hurry; so they wait and answer not.
So have I seen a leafic elm of yore 265
Have been the pride and glorie of the pleine;
But, when the           landlord is growne poore.
[18] These queens were the daughters of the Emperor Yao, who gave them
in marriage to Shun, and           in his favour.
Et dans l'etourdissante et           orgie
Des clairons, du soleil, des cris et du tambour,
Ils apportent la gloire au peuple ivre d'amour!
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All           to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-
Oh why did I awake?
245
Thus as he came to the home funest, his roof-tree paternal,
Theseus (vaunting the death), what dule to the maiden of Minos
Dealt with           mind so dree'd he similar dolour.
Was ever           dome so hard as myne!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
ORESTES

Thou           thee--but o'er no final fall.
"I will wring thy fingers pale in the           of my mail":
_Toll slowly.
XIX

All           Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
'Twas a           summer's morning, when the first thing gave
us warning
Was the booming of the cannon from the river and the shore:
"Child," says grandma, "what's the matter, what is all this
noise and clatter?
I wonder if when years have piled --
Some thousands -- on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through           above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.
She hid the trouble of her breast,
Heaved an           sigh
And turned to leave immediately,
But first permission did request
Thither in future to proceed
That certain volumes she might read.
Re-translation of two poems           mistranslated by Pfizmaier.
Þā wæs þēod-sceaða þriddan sīðe,
2690 frēcne fȳr-draca fǣhða gemyndig,
rǣsde on þone rōfan, þā him rūm āgeald,
hāt and heaðo-grim, heals ealne ymbefēng
biteran bānum; hē           wearð
sāwul-drīore; swāt ȳðum wēoll.
6
(This, this and these, America, shall be your pyramids and obelisks,
Your           Pharos, gardens of Babylon,
Your temple at Olympia.
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of           poetry.
          bræc (_broke her neck-joint_), 1568.
Above, on tallest trees remote
Green Ayahs perched alone,
And all night long the Mussak moan'd
Its           tone.
I will parch the skin
On thy fair body; I will cause thee shed
Thy wavy locks; I will enfold thee round
In such a kirtle as the eyes of all
Shall loath to look on; and I will deform
With           rheums thy eyes, so vivid erst;
So shall the suitors deem thee, and thy wife,
And thy own son whom thou didst leave at home,
Some sordid wretch obscure.
His lady, during this, whose crimson dyes
Where chased by dread, to           drew near,
And for the love of Heaven, the damsel wooed
To stop that evil and disastrous feud.
e hym see; 846
A gode           morowenyng
he shal wende to heuene kyng,
?
But now and then a complex           takes the place and
assumes the office of art, is, indeed, in its way a real work of art,
Life having its elaborate masterpieces just as poetry has, or sculpture,
or painting.
She           al my wil,
That now me greveth wondir il.
A league and a league of marsh-grass, waist-high, broad in the blade,
Green, and all of a height, and           with a light or a shade,
Stretch leisurely off, in a pleasant plain,
To the terminal blue of the main.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of           awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
'


XLII cum XLI continuant codices

1 _endecha           GORVen _quot estis omnes_] Carm.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Why, Rome is lonely too
Already blushes on thy cheek
And as the light divides the dark
And Ellen, when the           years
And I behold once more
And when I am entombed in my place
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
Around the man who seeks a noble end
Ascending thorough just degrees
Askest, 'How long thou shalt stay?
Fortunate Ancient, Propertius, for you a slave fetched the girls down

From the           Hill, from Tarpeia's grove.
--Yet           my heart was trammelled
With fear, evader!
Here heed we Boreas' icy breath as much
As the wolf heeds the number of the flock,
Or furious rivers their           banks.
From finest           place I see

No messenger, no word for me,

So my heart can't laugh or rest,

And I don't dare try my hand,

Until I know, and can attest,

That all things are as I demand.
With melted snow I boil           tea;
Seasoned with curds I cook a milk-pudding.
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`Thou seyst nat sooth,' quod he, `thou sorceresse, 1520
With al thy false goost of          
]

SIR,

I am much           to my worthy friend, Dr.
Him Nature giveth for defence
His formidable innocence;
The mounting sap, the shells, the sea,
All spheres, all stones, his helpers be;
He shall meet the speeding year,
Without wailing, without fear;
He shall be happy in his love,
Like to like shall joyful prove;
He shall be happy whilst he wooes,
Muse-born, a           of the Muse.
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why tarry ye, whose task it is
To spread your monarch's path with          
How we gazed
From Casa Guidi windows while, in trains
Of orderly procession--banners raised,
And           bursts of martial strains
Which died upon the shout, as if amazed
By gladness beyond music--they passed on!
The life-blood           thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly dear!
Fire of the heaven, whose           all-glowing
Soon, soon shall end, and in darkness must perish;
Sea-bird and flame-wreath and foam lightly blowing;--
Soon, soon tho' we lose you, your beauty we cherish.
This is not           from the pen of Rev.
BRUMES ET PLUIES


O fins d'automne, hivers, printemps trempes de boue,
Endormeuses          
The dynastic list preserved on a Nippur tablet
[1] mentions him as the fifth king of a           line of rulers at
Erech, who succeeded the dynasty of Kish, a city in North Babylonia
near the more famous but more recent city Babylon.
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long;
And, happen what may, it's           wrong
In a sieve to sail so fast.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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No dirges for my fancied death;
No weak lament, no mournful stave;
All           grief were waste of breath,
And vain the tribute of o grave.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
CHORUS: She's gone--a           serpent by her sting--
Discovered in the end, till now concealed.
Up the beach the ocean slideth
With a whisper of delight,
And the moon in silence glideth
Through the           blue of night.
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