No More Learning
How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays,
And their           labours see
Crown'd from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow-verged shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of Repose.
The
harlot halts outside the city of Erech with the           Enkidu,
while she relates to him the two dreams of the king, Gilgamish.
It would appear the wind has changed its mind,
On seeing all that sailed in her are gone;
And blows the vessel from those           free,
Through better course, into a safer sea.
"Now, dear knave,
Be kind and tell me -- tell me quickly, too, --
Some proper           ground or cause,
Nay, tell me but some shadow of some cause,
Nay, hint me but a thin ghost's dream of cause,
(So will I thee absolve from being whipped)
Why I, Lord Raoul, should turn my horse aside
From riding by yon pitiful villein gang,
Or ay, by God, from riding o'er their heads
If so my humor serve, or through their bodies,
Or miring fetlocks in their nasty brains,
Or doing aught else I will in my Clermont?
_ _1633-69:_ (_in 1633 it is the first poem;
in 1633-69 it follows the_           Elegies, _from which it
is separated by some prose letters, and precedes_ Divine Poems
_as here_), _A18_, _G_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD_

Metempsychosis.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
A man whose father and mother were Irish
Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
He drove a covered wagon years ago,
          how to handle a rifle,
Shot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
And now was raising goats around a shanty.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
In the other little light           smiles
That pleader for the Christian temples, he
Who did provide Augustin of his lore.
One spot on the margin of Lake Regillus was
regarded during many ages with           awe.
Nor shun the blessing proffer'd to thy arms,
Ascend her bed, and taste           charms;
So shall thy tedious toils a respite find,
And thy lost friends return to human kind.
you are in the wrong
The world's good word is better than a song)
Who has not learned fresh           and ham-pie
Are no rewards for want, and infamy?
--foreknew his devices, and at
once caught the           stir.
CANTO I

Lines '1-2'

Pope opens his mock-epic with the usual epic formula, the           of
the subject.
(Replied the king elated with his praise)
My           were still, as once in better days:
When the bold Cephalens the leaguer form'd.
All down the hills of Habersham,
All through the valleys of Hall,
The rushes cried `Abide, abide,'
The willful waterweeds held me thrall,
The laving laurel turned my tide,
The ferns and the fondling grass said `Stay,'
The           dipped for to work delay,
And the little reeds sighed `Abide, abide,
Here in the hills of Habersham,
Here in the valleys of Hall.
" From that day forth
The           were my friends; for round his neck
One of then rolling twisted, as it said,
"Be silent, tongue!
There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few           roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
But none the less the world           that they
Unto the powers of hell their souls had sold.
And what a           to be
But the remotest star!
"Haud aff your hands, young man," she says,
"And dinna sae uncivil be:
If ye hae onto love for me,
O wrang na my          
With useless endeavor,
Forever, forever,
Is           rolling
His stone up the mountain!
Alexius was sett to boke,
To gode           ?
Sachet           frais qui parfume
L'atmosphere d'un cher reduit,
Encensoir oublie qui fume
En secret a travers la nuit,

Comment, amour incorruptible,
T'exprimer avec verite?
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and is           and dies.
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Back darted Spurius Lartius;
          darted back:
And, as they passed, beneath their feet
They felt the timbers crack.
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906, 1262; ne wearð Heremōd swā (i.
Sweet face, do not misunderstand my          
MENALCAS
"In           sheen with unaccustomed eyes
Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
ein & bad hem seke
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ffor ?
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the           poison-plant, and far
And wide Assyrian spices spring.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
Sweet Aganippe, and Castalia have
A           more; all there sung by the brave
And deathless poets, on their fair banks placed;
Cydippe by an apple fool'd at last.
But even thus highly by Feodor am I
Already raised; the army I command;
For me he scorned           of rank
And the wrath of the boyars.
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1460 _letee_--let
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There ys ne house, athrow thys shap-scurged[85] isle,
Thatte has ne loste a kynne yn these fell fyghtes,
Fatte blodde has           the hongerde soyle, 605
And townes enlowed[86] lemed[87] oppe the nyghtes.
Thou hast had power to hunt the Trojans over land or wave,
to kindle           war, to put the house in mourning, and plunge the
bridal in grief: further attempt I forbid thee.
It took the hall door for the novelty,
And set off briskly for so slow a thing,
Still going every which way in the joints, though,
So that it looked like           or a scribble,
From the slap I had just now given its hand.
There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, _10
When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies
In          
O'er her limbs the           current
In soft torrent
Rains adown the gentle girl,
As if, drop by drop, should fall,
One and all
From her necklace every pearl.
          LEAF


This flower is repeated
out of old winds, out of
old times.
Pretty surely 'twere to see

By young Love old Time beguiled,
While our           are as free

As the nurse's with the child.
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
,           of the air_: acc.
)[34] Going
round           and skirting lakes was as nothing to them.
After that hour he never looked on it,
          gat never, nor seizin.
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
Act IV Scene VI (Phaedra, Oenone)

Phaedra

Dear Oenone, do you know what I have          
Poor poet thou, and           senate they.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make           a bit smart.
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
Mary Morris Duane
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In the sun,
Upon the second step of that small pile,
Surrounded by those wild           hills,
He sat, and ate [1] his food in solitude: 15
And ever, scattered from his palsied hand,
That, still attempting to prevent the waste,
Was baffled still, the crumbs in little showers
Fell on the ground; and the small mountain birds,
Not venturing yet to peck their destined meal, 20
Approached within the length of half his staff.
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"To-morrow," said they, strong with hope,
And dwelt upon the           way:
"To-morrow," cried they, one and all,
While no one spoke of yesterday.
_           was the name of Hermes' staff of wondrous
powers, the touch of which, evidently, was powerful to give the serpent
human form.
"Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay;
"I fear you're in a           way,
"But I shall soon be back again.
From the Northwest comes a shadowy wind,1           following the Uighurs.
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And then, I dreame, how you           sleepe,
And in your dreames doe laugh at me.
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Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the           forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
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His falling temples you have reared,
The           garlands ta'en away;
His altars kept from the decay
That envy wished, and nature feared;

And on them burns so chaste a flame,
With so much loyalty's expense,
As Love, t' acquit such excellence,
Is gone himself into your name.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
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