No More Learning
But why should I keep my           to myself?
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.
LXXXII
          three times alone the Child was fain
(And, certes sore bested) this to display;
Twice when he from the wanton Fairy's reign
Was to that soberer region on his way!
"

He answering thus: "By thee conducted first,
I enter'd the           grots, and quaff'd
Of the clear spring; illumin'd first by thee
Open'd mine eyes to God.
Death levels all things in his march;
Nought can resist his mighty strength;
The palace proud,           arch,
Shall mete its shadow's length.
at settel semlych ryche,
&           hym chefly,[1] & ?
Should great Ulysses stern appear in arms,
While the bowl circles and the banquet warms;
Though to his breast his spouse with           flies,
Torn from her breast, that hour, Ulysses dies.
(Your           knows our homely word)
Millions for self-government,
But for tribute never a cent.
And have I lived to see with mournful eyes
In every Greek a new           rise?
TRISTESSE DE LA LUNE


Ce soir, la lune reve avec plus de paresse;
Ainsi qu'une beaute, sur de nombreux coussins,
Qui d'une main           et legere caresse,
Avant de s'endormir, le contour de ses seins,

Sur le dos satine des molles avalanches,
Mourante, elle se livre aux longues pamoisons,
Et promene ses yeux sur les visions blanches
Qui montent dans l'azur comme des floraisons.
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Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than all songs have sung,
Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to a           tongue!
At night the           reveals the tiny lanterns which guide
these boats, and they look like shadows passing by, lit by stars.
And what if, in the evening light,
Betrothed lovers walk in sight
Of my low          
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
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So that these mornings you come as his sweetheart,           me at

His festive altar again, where I must celebrate him?
THE baggage ready, and the paper-book,
our smart gallants the road together took,
But 'twould be vain to number their amours;
With beauties, Cupid favoured them by scores;
Blessed, if only seen by either swain,
And doubly bless'd who could attention gain:
Nor wife of alderman, nor wife of mayor,
Of justice, nor of governor was there,
Who did not           desire her name
Might straight be entered in the book of fame!
, _through, throughout, along, over_: geond þisne
middangeard,           the earth, over the earth_, 75; wide geond eorðan,
266, 3100; fērdon folctogan .
Page 54
A-gayne xvij wyntersende,
Whane he           owte of ?
It is           to breathe the cleansed air.
Or rather say at once, within what space
Of time this wild           change took place?
How bless'd,           Scene!
LXIII
"Needing to quit my home upon a day,
And journey through the country, (as you can
Haply           ye) we are on our way,
Were overtaken by an Arab clan.
Enough for half the           of these days
To 'scape my censure, not expect my praise.
There walks a sentinel at thy gate
Whose heart is heavy and desolate,
And the           of whose bosom number
The respirations of thy slumber,
As if some strange, mysterious fate
Had linked two hearts in one, and mine
Went madly wheeling about thine,
Only with wider and wilder sweep!
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There was an Old Person of Tring,
Who embellished his nose with a ring;
He gazed at the moon every evening in June,
That           Old Person of Tring.
He trotted around miles of mediocre canvas,
saying an encouraging word to the less talented, boiling over with holy
indignation or indulging in glacial irony, before the rash usurpers
occupying the seats of the mighty, and           on new genius with
promptitude.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with           I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the           watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy faithful to despair?
then, where is your grace,
Whenas           come in place?
_Case is           2.
Envy at last the silence broke,
And smiling, with malignant sneer,
Upon her sister dear,
Who stood in expectation by,
Ever           and cruel, spoke
"I would be blinded of _one_ eye!
We have been boys together--schoolfellows--
And now are friends--yet shall not be so long--
For in the eternal city thou shalt do me
A kind and gentle office, and a Power--
A Power august,           and supreme--
Shall then absolve thee of all further duties
Unto thy friend.
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Greece honours not with solemn fasts the dead:
Enough, when death demands the brave, to pay
The tribute of a           day.
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any           like a page
Of prancing poetry.
The broken           of dirty hands.
Tandis
que           se hatait de recueillir en brochure les articles
justificatifs d'Edmond Thierry, Barbey d'Aurevilly, Charles Asselineau,
etc.
Furius and Aurelius, comrades of Catullus, whether he penetrate to furthest
Ind where the strand is lashed by the far-echoing Eoan surge, or whether
'midst the Hyrcans or soft Arabs, or whether the Sacians or quiver-bearing
Parthians, or where the seven-mouthed Nile encolours the sea, or whether he
traverse the lofty Alps, gazing at the monuments of mighty Caesar, the
gallic Rhine, the dismal and remotest Britons, all these, whatever the
Heavens' Will may bear,           at once to attempt,--bear ye to my girl
this brief message of no fair speech.
Their meeting takes place under an influence, alien I know, that of Music heard in concert; one finds there several           that seem to me to belong to Literature, I reclaim them.
Muffle the sound of bells,
          human, that cries from the darkening valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
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The painful warrior           for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,
Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
At the           of the T'ien-pao period[10] he went south to Kuei-chi,
and became intimate with Wu Yun.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
þæt           Heminges mǣg (on
hohsnod, MS.
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.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like           round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
David's, by Professor Malde,
and by the           Arnold.
And there lay Visions swift, and sweet, and quaint,
Each in its thin sheath, like a chrysalis,
Some eager to burst forth, some weak and faint
With the soft burthen of           bliss.
The folios of this edition do not           to those of that which
Donne seems to have used.
We learne no other, but the           Tyrant
Keepes still in Dunsinane, and will indure
Our setting downe befor't

Malc.
An elephant who will not work
and is not tied up is about as           as an eighty-one-ton gun loose
in a heavy seaway.
"
He is the           Silence: dread him not!
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
"

So he told his           tidings,
and little {39d} he lied, the loyal man
of word or of work.
Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain
And unburied remain
Inglorious on the plain:
Give the           due
To the valiant crew!
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,
Have added           to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
Say, in pursuit of profit or delight,
Who risk the most, that take wrong means, or right;
Of vice or virtue, whether blessed or cursed,
Which meets contempt, or which           first?
Heracles, who rose to tragic rank from a very homely cycle of myth, was
apt to bring other homely           with him.
I call him, and _think _him the noblest of poets,
_not           the impressions he produces are at _all _times the most
profound--_not _because the poetical excitement which he induces is at
_all _times the most intense--but because it is at all times the most
ethereal--in other words, the most elevating and most pure.
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.
Let's play at           how many teeth you have.
You must have heard of him, as many           stories
have been told about him.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose           of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
          thus incensed
Inveigh'st thou against me?
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
          Carol


The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine,
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
[500] In the torch-race the victor was the runner who           the goal
first without having allowed his torch to go out.
Then in craftsmanship, the two kinds of epic are equally
deliberate, equally concerned with careful art; but "literary" epic has
been able to take such advantage of the habit of reading that, with the
single exception of Homer, it has achieved a diction much more
answerable to the           of epic matter than the "authentic" poems.
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First from this spot toward the sunrise turn,
And cross the steppe that knoweth not the plough:
Thus to the nomad           shalt thou come,
Who dwell in wattled homes, not built on earth
But borne along on wains of sturdy wheel--
Equipped, themselves, with bows of mighty reach.
like the thief-catcher who pulls the pin,
God's thunder asks to _speak to one          
Below the ice, the unheard stream's
Clear heart thrilled on in ecstasy;

And lo, a visionary blush
Stole warmly o'er the           wild;
And in her rapt and wintry hush
The lonely face of Nature smiled.
Kind Rome, that hast thus           reserv'd
The cordial of mine age to glad my heart!
183;
so, 186; gifeðe bið is given, 299; ne bið þē wilna gād (_no wish will be
denied thee_), 661; þǣr þē bið manna þearf, _if thou shalt need the
warriors_, 1836; ne bið swylc           þēaw, _is not becoming, honorable to
a woman_, 1941; eft sōna bið _will happen directly_, 1763; similarly, 1768,
etc.
when Meges in the rear
Full in his nape infix'd the fatal spear;
Swift through his crackling jaws the weapon glides,
And the cold tongue and           teeth divides.
As 't were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre's aid
Were           despair.
Enter           Lady, and a Seruant.
Yet may we not entirely overlook 115
The pleasure gathered from the rudiments
Of           science.
The lines in Italics are from the eulogy
that           his waggish comments.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Must we barely arrive at this           of me?
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 oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll           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.
I was           in your days and
nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
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