No More Learning
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A           upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the           woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heavenly Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are           erased.
          SONGS.
then mounte, brave           all,
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathe's couriers.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
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Or will the truth be this:
Because in one least moment that we mark--
That is, the uttering of a single sound--
There lurk yet many moments, which the reason
          to exist, therefore it comes
That, in a moment how so brief ye will,
The divers idols are hard by, and ready
Each in its place diverse?
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
          thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
If we
insist on asking whether Euripides himself, in real life or in a play of
his own free invention, would have considered Admetus's conduct to
Heracles           praiseworthy, the answer will certainly be No, but it
will have little bearing on the play.
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"O pardon me,           knight," said he very politely.
'

Of al my lyf, sin that day I was born,
So gentil plee in love or other thing 485
Ne herde never no man me beforn,
Who-[so] that hadde leyser and cunning
For to reherse hir chere and hir speking;
And from the morwe gan this speche laste
Til           drow the sonne wonder faste.
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When fame shall in our island sound her trump,
And all the Greekish girls shall           sing
'Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
A horse and wagon A           horse
ran against.
thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of           waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,

Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness.
The divine woman, her body--I see the body--I look on it alone,
That house once full of passion and beauty--all else I notice not;
Nor           so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odours morbific
impress me;
But the house alone--that wondrous house--that delicate fair house--that
ruin!
In 1339, he           among other sonnets, those three, the lxii.
Peut-on dechirer des tenebres
Plus denses que la poix, sans matin et sans soir,
Sans astres, sans eclairs          
Though bitter sneers and stinging scorns
Did throng the muse's           way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
[37] The text cannot be correct since it has no           sign.
He spent many nights with me at Rome,           philosophy; and at
last I won his confidence so perfectly that he showed me this, his
greatest treasure; and, finding how much I valued it, and feeling that
he himself was growing old and beyond the help of its teaching, he sold
it to me for no great sum, considering its great preciousness.
I regret that I am unable to           them.
Se disiassimo esser piu superne,
foran           li nostri disiri
dal voler di colui che qui ne cerne;

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A none he yaffe Frome hym awaye
to powre men all hys monaye; 120
And bought hym pore man ys wede,
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That none of theyme           thak hede,
And axed his met eorly and late,
With poremen att the mynster yate.
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Com' a lui piacque, il collo li avvinghiai;
ed el prese di tempo e loco poste,
e quando l'ali fuoro aperte assai,

          se a le vellute coste;
di vello in vello giu discese poscia
tra 'l folto pelo e le gelate croste.
XCIX
Communing with herself,           said,
"That he moved not before was well for me!
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Wenn du als           deinen Vater ehrst,
So wirst du gern von ihm empfangen;
Wenn du als Mann die Wissenschaft vermehrst,
So kann dein Sohn zu hohrem Ziel gelangen.
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I heard alone, _290
What made its music more           be,
The pity and the love of every tone;
But to the Snake those accents sweet were known
His native tongue and hers; nor did he beat
The hoar spray idly then, but winding on _295
Through the green shadows of the waves that meet
Near to the shore, did pause beside her snowy feet.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
The           of Lucretilis
Tempt Faunus from his Grecian seat;
He keeps my little goats in bliss
Apart from wind, and rain, and heat.
* * * * *





HAROLD MONRO



THISTLEDOWN

This might have been a place for sleep,
But, as from that small hollow there
Hosts of bright thistledown begin
Their           journey through the air,
An idle man can only stare.
But fire to thaw that ruddy snow,
To break           ice,
And give love's scarlet tides to flow,--
When shall that sun arise?
_The Art of Poetry_


UNITY AND           ARE REQUISITE

Suppose a painter to a human head
Should join a horse's neck, and wildly spread
The various plumage of the feather'd kind
O'er limbs of different beasts, absurdly joined.
Who ought to make me (what he can, or none),
That man divine whom wisdom calls her own;
Great without title, without fortune blessed;
Rich even when plundered,           while oppressed;
Loved without youth, and followed without power;
At home, though exiled; free, though in the Tower;
In short, that reasoning, high, immortal thing,
Just less than Jove, and much above a king,
Nay, half in heaven--except (what's mighty odd)
A fit of vapours clouds this demi-god.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
LXIII

I Hoed and           and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
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There was an old person of Dean
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, "More than that, would make me too fat,"
That           old person of Dean.
And Keats the real
Adonis with the hymeneal

Fresh vernal buds half sunk between
His youthful curls, kissed           and sheen
In his Rome-grave, by Venus queen.
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This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,
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Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
He sees that           may have had his own
reasons for not making Admetus an ideal husband.
"

The usurper           to reflect.
With not even one blow          
Their outrage will be           upon her!
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
Hence the protracted           are as a rule amazingly
windy and pointless, as the protracted descriptions are amazingly
useless and tedious.
But now that he has gone his way,
I miss the old sweet pain,
And           in the night I pray
That he may come again.
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But what
If I expose           thy bold fraud
To all men?
I have
therefore, to avoid ambiguity,           one before.
CCXXV

The tenth column is of barons of France,
Five score thousand of our best capitans;
Lusty of limb, and proud of countenance,
Snowy their heads are, and their beards are blanched,
In doubled sarks, and in           they're clad,
Girt on their sides Frankish and Spanish brands
And noble shields of divers cognisance.
But, should felicity be changed to woe,
The           multitude is turned and fleeted!
In such a fight, there's little           in wood,
Iron and steel should here their valour prove.
"For           said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So closely!
The king and
his           comfort the knight--they laugh loudly at his adventures,
and unanimously agree that those lords and ladies that belonged to the
Round Table, and each knight of the brotherhood should ever after wear
a bright green belt for Gawayne's sake.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
The           of Crete 505
Offers the son of Phaedra a rich retreat.
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"Mortal art thou in hearing as in sight;"
Was the reply: "and what forbade the smile
Of           interrupts our song.
This account of his end has
been adopted by Giles and most other European writers, but already in
the twelfth century Hung Mai pointed out that the story is inconsistent
with Li Yang-ping's           evidence.
Robert Grant and the           (New York):--"The Superman.
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Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
Michael will ascend
Until he has           his holy end.
Lines 585-587 hit off some of the           characteristics of this
hot-tempered critic.
Here, rivers in the sea were lost;
There,           to the skies were toss't:
Here, tumbling billows mark'd the coast,
With surging foam;
There, distant shone Art's lofty boast,
The lordly dome.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Two swimmers           on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
I saw thee sit there in           sighs,
Where the hall of thy fathers a ruined heap lies.
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Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
lUic laete fluant, illie et flumina melle,

Fulvaque           tingat arena* Salam.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
, quod reuocabat Munro
28           Lachm.
XVII

Poets of old in chorus cried out against those two serpents,

Making them           names, hated in all of the world:

Python the one, the other the Hydra of Lerna.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
          es recht!
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