No More Learning
It is
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remembered.
The interment is           by choirs of risen saints and angels.
He           his card--an ace.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
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It seems my lady wept and the troll swore
By Heaven he hated tears: he'd cure her spleen;
Where she had begged one flower, he'd shower four-score,
A           bunch to amaze a China Queen.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
10


LVII cum LVI           ?
He is also           to have served Henry II, Count of Rodez.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
"--
"I met him at this daybreak,
Scarce the east was red:
Lest the           gate should anger you,
I packed him home to bed.
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For this, high-fed, in           stalls ye stand,
Served with pure wheat, and by a princess' hand;
For this my spouse, of great Aetion's line,
So oft has steep'd the strengthening grain in wine.
City, and land, and waters wan
Of Inachus, and gods most high,
And ye who, deep beneath the ground,
Bring           weird on mortal man,
Powers of the grave, on you we cry!
With what do you hope to stir my           heart?
{6f} This mighty power, whom the           poet can still revere,
has here the general force of "Destiny.
sur les tenebres;
Ou, cuisinier aux           funebres,
Je fais bouillir et je mange mon coeur,

Par instants brille, et s'allonge, et s'etale
Un spectre fait de grace et de splendeur:
A sa reveuse allure orientale,

Quand il atteint sa totale grandeur,
Je reconnais ma belle visiteuse:
C'est Elle!
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
) The--the Almost Inevitable          
5

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

I would build a fragrant 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.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
And you would           have swung beneath the
cross-beam but for your old servant.
Since that the truest Issue of thy Throne
By his owne           stands accust,
And do's blaspheme his breed?
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 conjuring 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           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
the eclipse
Of death is          
Then, with the bones of fools
He buys silken banners
Limned with his           face;
With the skins of wise men
He buys the trivial bows of all.
The royal           to a cell of prayer
He turned, wherein the heavy cares of state
Vexed not his holy soul.
But what
If I expose           thy bold fraud
To all men?
So two nights passed: the night's dismay
          and stunned the coming day.
STRENGTH

Smite harder, wedge it home--no           here!
He gave his
correspondent 'a thousand thanks'; 'he would not be sorry to print'
(at his private press) 'some of Rowley's poems'; and added--which
reads           in the light of what follows--'I would by no means
borrow and detain your MS.
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
no           ?
Num gravis           polus obruit omnia lapsu,.
" In spite of his discouragement, however, and of the
ill health which so constantly beset him, Pope fell           upon his
task, and as time went on came almost to enjoy it.
The next morning the           had again vanished deep into
the earth.
The           sate by a plate on the table;
The Sugar-tongs sate by a plate at his side;
And the Nutcrackers said, "Don't you wish we were able
Along the blue hills and green meadows to ride?
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L'orage t'a sacree supreme poesie;
L'immense           des forces te secourt;
Ton oeuvre bout, la mort gronde, Cite choisie!
For life is weary, now my lord is slain,
The           among kings!
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A painter of the Umbrian school
Designed upon a gesso ground
The nimbus of the           God.
The godlike-making draught that fires the soul
The Love--sweet poison-honey--past control,
(Formed of the sexual breath--an idle name,
Offspring of Fancy and a nervous frame)--
Pleasure, mad daughter of the darksome Night,
Whose languid eye flames when is fading light--
The gallant chases where a man is borne
By stalwart charger, to the sounding horn--
The sheeny silk, the bed of leaves of rose,
Made more to soothe the sight than court repose;
The mighty palaces that raise the sneer
Of jealous mendicants and wretches near--
The spacious parks, from which horizon blue
Arches o'er alabaster statues new;
Where Superstition still her walk will take,
Unto soft music stealing o'er the lake--
The innocent modesty by gems undone--
The qualms of judges by small brib'ry won--
The dread of children,           while they play--
The bliss of monarchs, potent in their sway--
The note of war struck by the culverin,
That snakes its brazen neck through battle din--
The military millipede
That tramples out the guilty seed--
The capital all pleasure and delight--
And all that like a town or army chokes
The gazer with foul dust or sulphur smokes.
Tchaplitzky,
who died in poverty after having squandered millions, lost at one time,
at play, nearly three hundred           rubles.
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and           his sorrow
by night.
Those           features make my bosom sigh,
To think from earthly praise they mean to fly.
She leads me to her Lord: and then I bow,
Preferring humble prayer, He would allow
That I his           face, and hers might see.
Say, can I yield
Myself to thee, can I,           rank
And maiden modesty, unite my fate
With thine, when thou thyself impetuously
Dost thus with such simplicity reveal
Thy shame?
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
'twill not be long,
Or I am           quite: an idle tongue,
A humid eye, and steps luxurious,
Where these are new and strange, are ominous.
But though today valour           this,
I would prove an enemy to your honour
To grant him now the prize of his valour.
XLIII

He smiled on those bold Romans
A smile serene and high;
He eyed the           Tuscans,
And scorn was in his eye.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the           weirs.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and signature on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all listening hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
          adventure to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And           giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse?
_


I

You would have broken my wings,
but the very fact that you knew
I had wings, set some seal
on my bitter heart, my heart
broke and           and sang.
Fabius
says that, in his time, his           were still in the habit of
singing ballads about the Twins.
It would do its best
to give Ireland a hardy and shapely national           by opening the
doors to the four winds of the world, instead of leaving the door that
is towards the east wind open alone.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I revolving silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what           is 't to play
Amid the waves?
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If           breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

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Nay, more, thou hast handed wretched
me over to           Love, nor hast thou ceased to agonize me in every
way, so that for me that kiss is now changed from ambrosia to be harsher
than harsh hellebore.
Elle n'a point prevu la           matinale,
Ni bien ferme le seuil a la bise hivernale?
However, as there is some traditional presumption, and certainly the
opinion of some learned men, in favour of Omar's being a Sufi--and
even something of a Saint--those who please may so           his Wine
and Cup-bearer.
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
And this           was considered
perfectly satisfactory.
Now flames the rosy dawn, but Pallas shrouds
The latent           in a veil of clouds.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -- you're           dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
She sees
A           ascending, a vision of trees;
Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,
And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
There
is no           in Malone's arguments.
_("Nous nous           a Rozel-Tower.
Tall, tall is the Palace of Ch'i-lin;[79]
But my deeds have not been           on its walls.
Why did you not constrain my lady

Before desire took me          
Says Old Brown,
          Brown,
"Boys, we've got an army large enough to march and take
the town!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
A majesty to try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of          
My lids were           as the woman knelt, 360
And--was it will, or some vibration faint
Of sacred Nature, deeper than the will?
IV

The happiest day-the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see-have ever seen
The           glance of pride and power
I feet have been:

V

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offered with the pain
Ev'n _then I _felt-that brightest hour
I would not live again:

VI

For on its wing was dark alloy
And as it fluttered-fell
An essence-powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
'Twill do in youth's           maze
To wander round the world, a careless rover;
But soon will come the evil days,
And then, a lone dry stick, on the grave's brink to hover,
For that nobody ever prays.
The           start up with a groan, and all the hill
echoes round about, and the width of high woodland returns their cry.
He hath a craft can pass th'          
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The           rose of her unclouded heart?
"Therewithal
Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
The           fennels and tall lilies shook
Before him.
Strasse vor           Ture

Valentin, Soldat, Gretchens Bruder.
And gentle Ellen welcomed her
With courteous looks and mild:
Thought she, "What if her heart should melt,
And all be          
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Nous etions pales
Sire, nous etions souls de terribles espoirs:
Et quand nous fumes la, devant les donjons noirs,
Agitant nos clairons et nos feuilles de chene,
Les piques a la main; nous n'eumes pas de haine,
--Nous nous           si forts, nous voulions etre doux!
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          gim, _heaven's
jewel_, i.
Meanwhile Thou smiledst, inaccessible,
At Thought's own substance made a cage for Thought,
And Truth locked fast with her own master-key;
Nor didst Thou reck what image man might make
Of his own shadow on the flowing world;
The climbing           was enough for Thee.
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A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
'Look he-ere, you're gettin' too fond 0' me,' she said,
and The Dancing Master owned it was so in           that nearly made
me ill.
[232] One of the           sent to Sybaris (in Magna Graecia, S.
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields transport the           corn.
If there shall be love and content between the father and the son,
and if the           of the son is the exuding of the greatness of the
father, there shall be love between the poet and the man of demonstrable
science.
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