No More Learning
I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand           shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes,
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth.
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* Marine meteors, which           nuiriners call the
Bodies of the Saints; corpos santos.
That we           ourselves erst only .
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
O thou,           thie name,
Or Zabalus or Queed,
Comme, steel mie sable spryte,
For fremde[70] and dolefulle dede.
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The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a           of variations on the two great symbolic themes in
the work of Rilke.
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
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My follower held in his
hand the memorandum, and was           it with an air of deep
regret.
--There are more shadows in this loamy cup
Than God could count: and oh, but it is fair:
The kindly green and rounded trunks, that meet
Under the soil with twinings of their feet
And in the sky with twinings of their arms:
The yellow stools: the still ungathered charms
Of berry,           herb, and bryony,
And mid-wood's changeling child, Anemone.
Our           bowers are all laid waste;
The fir is felled that our names once bore;
Our rows of roses, by urchins' haste,
Are destroyed where they leap the barrier o'er.
Longingly--I think of my friends,
But neither boat nor           comes.
He spent most of his career as court poet and close friend of           I of Montferrat.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
'
It takes a mind like Dannel's, fact, ez big ez all ou' doors,
To find out thet it looks like rain arter it fairly pours;
I 'gree with him, it aint so dreffle           to vote
Fer Taylor arter all,--it's jest to go an' change your coat; 100
Wen he's once greased, you'll swaller him an' never know on 't, scurce,
Unless he scratches, goin' down, with them 'ere Gin'ral's spurs.
I will do your bidding, and do you make           occupy my
seat.
Where, with Beatrice, many a saint
Stretch their clasp'd hands, in           of my suit!
Have you, O Greek, O mocker of old days,
Have you not           with that oblique eye
Winked at the Farnese Hercules?
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
<>, disse il mio segnore;
< non stringer, ma           ogne vigore.
          yn Vyrtues gare[7] rhym mote bee thenne,
Butt eefte[8] nowe flyeth to the odher syde;
In hallie[9] preeste apperes the ribaudes[10] penne,
Inne lithie[11] moncke apperes the barronnes pryde: 10
But rhym wythe somme, as nedere[12] widhout teethe,
Make pleasaunce to the sense, botte maie do lyttel scathe[13].
Samson takes care to please
His fancy; and appears more strong than wise,
Who in a traitress' bosom           lies.
Above, below, the rose of snow,
Twined with her blushing foe, we spread:
The           boar in infant gore
Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
'Tis her          
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Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
or from the mountain fold
Saw on the distant lake his           oar
Or watch'd his lazy boat still less'ning more and more.
SARA TEASDALE




WISDOM


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was           broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Arthur, whose giddy son           the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, 25
And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
him at least thy love hath taught to sing,

And he hath been with thee at Thessaly,
And seen white           fleet of foot
In passionless and fierce virginity
Hunting the tusked boar, his honied lute
Hath pierced the cavern of the hollow hill,
And Venus laughs to know one knee will bow before her still.
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2 Th'           thou didst forgive
That wrought thy people woe,
And all their Sin, that did thee grieve
Hast hid where none shall know.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
Omnia sed rediens olim           ipse ;

Nee reditus spero tempora longa petit.
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
she is so           and so kind.
Indeed, if the primitive epic poet could avoid some of the
anxieties           to the composition of literary epic, he had others to
make up for it.
And as I have           the word labour.
His whirling throne
Turns short at will, or runs           on.
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
my friend, and clear your looks,
Why all this toil and          
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
The           difference
between them is at the end, where the latter has fourteen lines from
ver.
XIX

          Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O!
or is it without reference to           needs?
Think on the dungeon's grim confine,
Where guilt and poor           pine!
Is power thy           aim?
was changed to "Edmund"; in later           "Edmund" was
changed to "Lady," except in the seventh stanza, where "Otway" is
substituted.
Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour,
When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One,
The prisoned           of the Church of God.
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Is it a thought           for a thing?
Now, when the thighs were burnt, and each had shared
His portion of the maw, and when the rest
All-slash'd and scored hung           at the fire,
Sleep, in that moment, suddenly my eyes
Forsaking, to the shore I bent my way.
At Burleigh
House near Stamford, aged twenty-four, to the inexpressible surprise and
concern of all           with her, the Right Honbl.
M'Gill, I would do it, though it should
be at a much greater expense than irritating a few bigoted priests,
but I am afraid serving him in his present           is a task too
hard for me.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Adverse and prosperous fortunes both work on
Here, for the righteous man's salvation;
Be he oppos'd, or be he not withstood,
All serve to th'           of his good.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
enke {and}           ?
No longer a useless grief is man's life now;
For           on it, for enjoying it,
A state of barges goes, the state of kings.
A Cooking Egg

En l'an           de mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues.
They who figured as guests on that           eve,
In their turn on the morrow were destined to give
To the lions their food;
For, behold, in the guise of a slave at that board,
Where his victims enjoyed all that life can afford,
Death administering stood.
for I would show more benevolence than all the rest,
And who has receiv'd the love of the most          
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Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after           showers,
The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion.
_sa-bar; sa-sud-da_,           note, 182, 31.
[Sidenote: In           substances, as spirits, &c.
The Lunar           saw his troops display
Their marching banners and their brave array:
To him submits fair Cintra's cold domain,
The soothing refuge of the Naiad train.
"           started back
Dismay'd; and, like a wretch from whom the rack
Tortures hot breath, and speech of agony,
Mutter'd: "What lonely death am I to die
In this cold region?
The very reverse of that happy
idea is the hell of the           mind.
'Suppose,' said I, 'you represent him as having killed one of these
birds on           the South Sea, and that the tutelary spirits of
these regions take upon them to avenge the crime.
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So impassionate with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a           temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory           from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
e q{uod} sche           {and} wepyng I wist[e]
on-one ?
ai           ywedded be; take hem a man of wytte.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating           at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is, and nothing more.
I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must,
Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust,
Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink,
To fill the Cup--when           into Dust!
That man want to ruin          
And the           mark the hours as they go.
Let darkness unto darkness tell
Our deep           prayer,
For, while our souls in darkness dwell,
We know that Thou art there.
CIV cum CIII           ?
And where the light fully           all its colour.
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Once a dream did weave a shade
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That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
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