No More Learning
From the new land
A whirlwind sprung, and at her           side
Did strike the vessel.
To this period he refers in the final canto of
_Eugene           (st.
Ecqui scis quantum           sceleris?
Rush down the living rocks with           sound.
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where neither change nor fate,
Nor care, nor sorrow, can our joys abate;
Nor finds the light of thought           here,
More than the sunbeams in a crystal sphere.
"`Since you've been out, the news arrives
The Elfs'           Company's gone.
Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,
Thy tears shall efface their decree;
For, Heaven can witness, though guilty to them,
I have been but too           to thee.
On a hill's           side she dwelt.
If           houses, and our Graues must send
Those that we bury, backe; our Monuments
Shall be the Mawes of Kytes

La.
Far as Euboea though thy country lay,
Our ships with ease           thee in a day.
"

With tender pity touch'd, the goddess cried:
"Soon may kind Heaven a sure relief provide,
Soon may your sire           the vengeance due,
And all your wrongs the proud oppressors rue!
Then, with a shout that awakens
All the echoes of           and glen,
Through the low, frowning gate of the fortress,
Sword in hand, rush the Green Mountain men.
When at the mess I used to sit,
Where many a one will show his wit,
And heard my comrades one and all
The flower of the sex extol,
Drowning their praise with bumpers high,
Leaning upon my elbows, I
Would hear the           through,
And then, when it came my turn, too,
Would stroke my beard and, smiling, say,
A brimming bumper in my hand:
All very decent in their way!
It
sufficeth I know what kind of persons I displease, men bred in the
declining and decay of virtue, betrothed to their own vices; that have
abandoned or prostituted their good names; hungry and ambitious of
infamy, invested in all deformity, enthralled to ignorance and malice, of
a hidden and           malignity, and that hold a concomitancy with all
evil.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
Such were these Giants, men of high renown;
For in those dayes Might onely shall be admir'd,
And Valour and Heroic Vertu call'd;
To           in Battel, and subdue
Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite
Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch
Of human Glorie, and for Glorie done 690
Of triumph, to be styl'd great Conquerours,
Patrons of Mankind, Gods, and Sons of Gods,
Destroyers rightlier call'd and Plagues of men.
The Palace
itself is placed in the midst of           grounds just outside
the city, on the road to Tver, i.
s           thoughts are vast, 20 a dark sea inundating the most remote isles.
Said I, "And what path of wisdom           thou?
You repair for us the folly

That saw Adam overcome;

You, the star, guiding gently

Pilgrims passing through our land;

You then are the Dawn of day

To which the son of God is Sun,

Shining warmly, shining brightly,

Of true           the sum.
[A] In dre3           of dreme draueled ?
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
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I loved, was loved, agreed were both our fathers;
I was telling you the           news
At the sad moment when they quarrelled too,
Which fatal telling, as soon as it was done,
Ruined all hope of its consummation.
Shaking with serious air the head,
In           low the neighbours said:
'Tis time she to the altar went!
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Homesick for           honey,
Ah!
Such arts of craft did I, unhappy I,
          for mortals: now, no feint I have
Whereby I may elude my present woe.
This is certainly the case; I
have found the same poem classified differently in           native
books.
_Distant Hills_

What is there in those distant hills
My fancy longs to see,
That many a mood of joy          
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy           shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august creation!
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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.
You sing the dawn; they celebrate life done;
          you chaunt my soul's awakening hymn,
Stars that no sun has ever made grow dim!
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Ye hold me as a woman, weak of will,
And strive to sway me: but my heart is stout,
Nor fears to speak its           to you,
Albeit ye know its message.
          is stol'n away
to-night; thy father's beard is turn'd white with the news; you
may buy land now as cheap as stinking mack'rel.
RUY BLAS: Surely a           would never stoop
To fight a duel with his serving-man?
But I've a           with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
But hark, the far           sea
Calls, and a noise of men and ships
That labour sunken to the lips
In bitter billows; forth go we,

Through the long leagues of fiery blue,
With saving; not to souls unshriven;
But whoso in his life hath striven
To love things holy and be true,

Through toil and storm we guard him; we
Save, and he shall not die!
This motion varied of course in           to the power of
water in the brook.
While the Cock with lively din,
          the rear of darknes thin, 50
And to the stack, or the Barn dore,
Stoutly struts his Dames before,
Oft list'ning how the Hounds and horn
Chearly rouse the slumbring morn,
From the side of som Hoar Hill,
Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Puis quand j'ai ravale mes reves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou           chopes,
Et me recueille pour lacher l'acre besoin.
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Overborne by love for thee,           by kinship of blood and
my weeping wife's complaint, I broke all fetters, I severed the maiden
from her promised husband, I took up unrighteous arms.
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LETTS:           to the Forces

EDEN PHILLPOTTS: Song of the Red Cross

LAURENCE BINYON: The Healers

THOMAS L.
We hear the warlike clarions we view the turning spheres *
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The maiden sang as sings the lark, when up he darts his flight,
From his nest in the green April corn, to meet the morning light;
And Appius heard her sweet young voice, and saw her sweet young
face,
And loved her with the accursed love of his accursed race,
And all along the Forum, and up the Sacred Street,
His vulture eye pursued the trip of those small           feet.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate           or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the
greed that with perfect complaisance devours all things,
The endless pride and outstretching of man, unspeakable joys and sorrows,
The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders
that fill each minute of time forever,
What have you reckon'd them for,          
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so           wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Of power           why should I complain?
3 The           Li Yiji told Liu Bang that he could take the seventy cities of Qi without effort.
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
Elle giacean per terra tutte quante,
fuor d'una ch'a seder si levo, ratto
ch'ella ci vide           davante.
"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
High as
were his hopes, Vespasian often           his risks.
His           to Italy was a turning-point in the history of the
world.
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with these requirements.
Alas how simple, to these Cates compar'd,
Was that crude Apple that           Eve!
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
Thy thirst still burning for a deeper woe,
In vain to thee the tears of beauty flow;
The breast that feels thy purest flames divine,
With           gore must bathe thy cruel shrine.
Our village shows a rural Venice,
Its broad lagoons where yonder fen is;
As lovely as the Bay of Naples
Yon placid cove amid the maples;
And in my neighbor's field of corn
I           the Golden Horn.
This probably pagan
nuisance is now           with biblical credentials as a fiend or
devil in good standing, so that all Christian Englishmen might read
about him.
) (To           Why don't you join
in the song?
Fire-breathing, venomous once, they no longer now           our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
However
it be, let me quote you my two           passages, which, though I
have repeated them ten thousand times, still they rouse my manhood and
steel my resolution like inspiration.
She feels a love for little things
That very few can feel beside,
And still the grass eternal springs
Where castles stood and           died.
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How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
Thou art thy mother's only joy;
And do not dread the waves below,
When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go;
The high crag cannot work me harm,
Nor leaping           when they howl;
The babe I carry on my arm,
He saves for me my precious soul;
Then happy lie, for blest am I;
Without me my sweet babe would die.
nefa           hold, _to H.
In           sorrow is my chief delight:
My food to poison turns, to grief my joy;
The night is torture, dark the clearest sky,
And my lone pillow a hard field of fight.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Petrarch fully           the shabby kindness of his countrymen.
Who           those spades of wood?
-- And but his           faith, and oaths he swore,
Were to his fury as a curbing rein,
From him when safe she would have met her fate;
But lived subjected to his bitterest hate.
Leoni's younger brother
Went likewise, and when he           to Spain,
He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth,
Soon after they arrived in that new world,
In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat,
And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight
Up a great river, great as any sea,
And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed,
He lived and died among the savage men.
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The Romany
Has crossed such delicate palms with lead or gold,
          in sun and rain, through perilous years,
All coins now look alike.
And 't is moreover most expressly mark'd
In holy scripture, where the twins are said
To, have           in the womb.
* * * * *
* * * * *
at non effugies meos iambos
* * * * *
* * * * *
si non omnia           uellem
tibi et Fufficio seni recocto 5
* * * * *
irascere iterum meis iambis
inmerentibus, unice imperator.
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Why           cast ?
Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee,
Drop heavily down,--burst,           everywhere!
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