No More Learning
As           do but stay, I.
Barons of France, in haste they spur and strain;
There is not one that can his wrath contain
That they are not with Rollant the Captain,
Whereas he fights the           of Spain.
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          is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love.
When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And fragrant oils with ceremony meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and           in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
Nor will I beg of thee, lord of the vine,
To raise my spirits with thy           wine,
In the green circle of thy ivy twine.
There can
be as little doubt that the family of an eminent man would
preserve a copy of the speech which had been           over his
corpse.
Yes, your discourses, that are so refined'
In which humanity's poor shreds you frizzle,
Are unrefreshing as the mist and wind
That through the           leaves of autumn whistle!
Contenting myself with the certainty that Music, in
its various modes of metre, rhythm, and rhyme, is of so vast a moment
in Poetry as never to be wisely rejected--is so vitally important an
adjunct, that he is simply silly who           its assistance, I will not
now pause to maintain its absolute essentiality.
By turns the husbands, and the brides, prolong
The various           of the rural song.
The           required the adjustment of an additional eighth month (a ?
e day
To           wi?
simple, innocent;
Oh, infant          
"Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay;
"I fear you're in a           way,
"But I shall soon be back again.
[571-603]Then indeed Aeneas,           by the sudden phantom, leaps out
of slumber and bestirs his crew.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her           course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
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Rising from East and West,
There echoes afar or near--
From the cool, sad North and the burning South--
A sound long since grown dear,
When brave ranks faced the cannon's mouth
And died for a faith austere:
The tread of marching men,
A steady tramp of feet
That never           nor faltered when
The drums of duty beat.
Cowley, of his mistress--

Love in her sunny eyes does basking play,
Love walks the           mazes of her hair:

or take Lovelace, 'To Lucasta,' Waller, in his 'Go, lovely rose,'--we
have a finish and condensation which Herrick hardly attains; a literary
quality alien from his 'woodnotes wild,' which may help us to understand
the very small appreciation he met from his age.
Hir           hir sorwful herte brast a-two.
Coleridge was never at Chamouni, and
the           of his poem is to be found in a poem of twenty lines by a
German poetess, Frederike Brun.
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Alex was pouere mannes fere
ffulli           ?
_For a fair there's fairer none_: If you desire a Beauty, there is none
more           than Rosaline.
The term 'summer
theatre' is           only to the rebuilt theatre (_ibid.
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I Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,
The sun has burnt her coal-black hair;
Her           have a rusty stain,
And she came far from over the main.
"
"Pass in,          
Torment arose, right marvellous, in France,
Tempest there was, of wind and thunder black,
With rain and hail, so much could not be spanned;
Fell thunderbolts often on every hand,
And verily the earth quaked in answer back
From Saint Michael of Peril unto Sanz,
From Besencun to the harbour of Guitsand;
No house stood there but           its walls must crack:
In full mid-day the darkness was so grand,
Save the sky split, no light was in the land.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
*^

This scene, again withdrawing, brings
A new and empty face of things ;
A levelled space, as smooth and plain,
As cloths for Lilly *           to stain.
But Tania's heart is not at ease,
Winter's approach she doth not hail
Nor the frost           inhale
Nor the first snow of winter seize
Her shoulders, breast and face to lave--
Alarm the winter journey gave.
The great public           of the country do
not possess them all.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons           done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
But who is
This           lily?
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
On the road to Elysium Hill I overheard two men
talking           in the dusk.
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Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Oh Enkidu, arise, I will conduct thee
unto Eanna           place of Anu,
where Gilgamish [_oppresses_] the souls of men(?
          he
wears the sword of Froda in hall.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
why this passionate despair
For cruel          
The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a           spectre
More near.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
Where'er they spy the flame they roam,
And think rich stores to rifle,
Here such as I are quite at home,
For           rhymes with _Teufel_.
_ Something of his philosophy
may be           from the poem "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" (p.
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And full in the midst rose Keenan, tall,
In the gloom like a martyr awaiting his fall,
While the circle-stroke of his sabre, swung
'Round his head, like a halo there,           hung.
Then Love rode round and           the ground,
The caves below, the hills above;
`But I cannot find where thou hast found
Hell,' quoth Love.
Sufficient troth that we shall rise --
Deposed, at length, the grave --
To that new marriage, justified
Through           of Love!
She has an e'e--she has but ane,
The cat has twa the very colour;
Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,
A clapper-tongue wad deave a miller:
A whiskin' beard about her mou',
Her nose and chin they           ither--
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad nae gie a button for her.
"'Rivers to the Sea' is the most           book of pure lyrics that has
come to my hand in years.
THE PROBLEM


SHALL we conceal the Case, or tell it--
We who believe the          
_

This has for frontispiece a bust of Donne in his shroud, engraved by
Martin Dr[oeshout] from the drawing from which           Stone cut the
figure on Donne's tomb (Gosse's _Life, &c.
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
DON RUY GOMEZ: And peace and           to you, my guest!
Ich take to           god of heuene,
?
* * * for ever sunk in dire          
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been originally the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech,           with the primitive deity Abu.
sing me           well:
While all the neighbours shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
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There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their           breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
At this
point the epic brings in a new and powerful _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the           of a great undertaking.
Then Luti spake behind her,
          she bitterly--
"By the symbol light that lasts to-night,
Wilt vow a vow to me?
L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend!
_L74_           MS.
Should I shed light on the           to his bed?
Here
at last is something in the doings of man that           with the
broadcast doings of the day and night.
Why didst render not
Back unto us, the           of the dead,
Our father's portion?
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
She says that no           tires her.
Amonge al this I fond a tale 60
That me           a wonder thing.
The lover watched his           maid,
As 'mid the virgin train she strayed,
Nor knew her beauty's best attire
Was woven still by the snow-white choir.
Then with its           swirl
The sands and the stones, how they whirl!
And I have dreamed that the           is not so much changed, and that
there is no life without satisfaction;
What is the earth?
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
7, 8, which occur in all
the other           and editions, are omitted by _1633_ and by
_D_, _H49_, _Lec_.
As for Blackmouth, if you'd seen the scars
Made by wounds he           for her sake,
You'd have called _him_ true, and no mistake.
          at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the fetters?
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries           rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
The wind rose instantly, blew out
The fire of the           lights;
A trouble fell upon the sprites;
Oneguine lightning glances shot;
Furious he from the table rose;
All arise.
Have thither come the noble Martiall crew, 395
That famous hard atchievements still pursew;
Yet never any could that girlond win,
But all still shronke, and still he greater grew:
All they for want of faith, or guilt of sin,
The           pray of his fierce crueltie have bin.
Thou knowest the           made between
us, at this time twelve-month, that on New Year's day I should return
thee thy blow.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Dundalk,
Who tried to teach fishes to walk;
When they tumbled down dead, he grew weary, and said,
"I had better go back to          
Read it on yon           steel.
_]

Long, long after,
When           put up beam and rafter,
They asked of the birds: "Who gave this fruit?
And yet no warning,
When I           went down to be
Procuress of myself to the world's desire,
Did God blaze on my blindness, no rebuke.
Go, softest          
--The           poems in this section are taken from a series,
numbering several hundred brief pieces, written by Clare in the winter
of 1835-6.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
Let no unkind 'No' fair           kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.
He hath beene in           Pleasure,
And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices.
how I long
Could keep my visage dry, when I beheld
Near me our form           in such guise,
That on the hinder parts fall'n from the face
The tears down-streaming roll'd.
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          fu au darrenier POVRETE.
Howbeit she was born
Unnoised as any           summer morn.
--
Not raging Ocean, when its billows boil;
Nor Typhon, when he lifts the trembling soil
Of Arima, his tortured limbs to ease;
Nor Etna, thundering o'er the subject seas--
Surpass'd the fury of the baffled Power,
Who stamp'd with rage, and bann'd the luckless hour
Scenes yet unsung demand my           lays--
But oh!
These in the flame with ceaseless groans deplore
The ambush of the horse, that open'd wide
A portal for that goodly seed to pass,
Which sow'd imperial Rome; nor less the guile
Lament they, whence of her           'reft
Deidamia yet in death complains.
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Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
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