No More Learning
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DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you           shall come.
When in
Rome, in 1819, a friend put into our hands the old           account
of the story of the Cenci.
It is but thirty dawns and           since
He left his playmates back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
It 's far, far           to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
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But ye the fair
New-wedded twain live happy, and
          of lusty married pair 230
Exercise sans surcease.
Neat little          
"The river           more and more," verse, 120.
Nous en avons assez, la, de ces           plats
Et de ces ventres-dieux.
But deep this truth impress'd my mind--
Thro' all His works abroad,
The heart           and kind
The most resembles God.
While           from "hope deferred" as to its fate,
Poe presented a copy of "Annabel Lee" to the editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger," who published it in the November number of his
periodical, a month after Poe's death.
Moi, je cours avec eux assommer les mouchards:
Et je vais dans Paris, noir, marteau sur l'epaule,
Farouche, a chaque coin balayant quelque drole,
Et, si tu me riais au nez, je te          
290

Kynge Harolde Torcie's trechery dyd spie,
And hie alofe his temper'd swerde dyd welde,
Cut offe his arme, and made the bloude to flie,
His proofe steel armoure did him littel sheelde;
And not contente, he splete his hede in twaine, 295
And down he tumbled on the bloudie grounde;
Mean while the other erlies on the playne
Gave and received manie a bloudie wounde,
Such as the arts in warre han learnt with care,
But manie           were women in men's geer.
The long struggle of the           against the Ottoman
power was recorded in lays full of martial spirit.
Whatever that
secret is, the charm of it never fails after all these years to keep the
poems preserved with a           and vitality, which are the qualities
of enduring genius.
'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store;
Another, not to heed to           more!
370
Anon they wander'd, by divine converse,
Into Elysium; vieing to rehearse
Each one his own           bliss.
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even in school histories of English literature, not one reader in a
hundred would suspect that the original sketch had been revised and
enlarged to more than twice its length.
{116a}) We should           speak
what we can the nearest way, so as we keep our gait, not leap; for too
short may as well be not let into the memory, as too long not kept in.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
His nervous arm laid many           low
Rage marked his eyes, whene'er he dealt a blow:

BUT, while the youth was thus engaged in fight,
Grifonio ran to gain a sweeter sight;
The princess was on board full well he knew;
No time he lost, but to her chamber flew;
And, since his pleasures seemed to be her doom;
He bore her like a sparrow from the room:
But not content with such a charming fair,
He took her diamonds, ornaments for hair,
And those dear pledges ladies oft receive,
When they a lover's ardent flame believe.
May never           efface
This city's race,
Nor be the land with corpses strewed,
Nor stained with civic blood!
Tel le vieux vagabond,           dans la boue,
Reve, le nez en l'air, de brillants paradis;
Son oeil ensorcele decouvre une Capoue
Partout ou la chandelle illumine un taudis.
LXVI
Rogero ponders if he should remain,
Or rather should his           lord attend:
Love for his lady fits him with a rein
And bit, which lets him not to Africk wend;
Wheels him, and to a counter course again
Spurs him, and threats his restive mood to shend,
Save he maintains the treaty, and the troth
Pledged to the paladin with solemn oath.
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XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
Yet will I warrant not your bosom dry,
Should you repeat the proof; for if, between
The cup and lip, the liquor be not shed,
You are the           wight that ever wed.
And jist wid that in cum'd the little willian himself, and then he made
me a broth of a bow, and thin he said he had ounly taken the liberty
of doing me the honor of the giving me a call, and thin he went on to
palaver at a great rate, and divil the bit did I comprehind what he wud
be afther the tilling me at all at all,           and saving that he
said "pully wou, woolly wou," and tould me, among a bushel o' lies, bad
luck to him, that he was mad for the love o' my widdy Misthress Tracle,
and that my widdy Mrs.
Vain efforts with superior power compress'd,
Me with           thus the seer address'd;
'Say, son of Atreus, say what god inspired
This daring fraud, and what the boon desired?
XV
"But, rather of my state than theirs to shew,
And sin which brought me hither: -- I was fair,
But so much haughtier was than fair of hue,
I know not if I ever           were:
Nor which was most excessive of the two,
My pride of beauty, could to thee declare.
_

[171] Camoens seems to have his eye on the picture of Gama, which is
thus           by _Faria y Sousa_: "He is painted with a black cap,
cloak, and breeches edged with velvet, all slashed, through which
appears the crimson lining, the doublet of crimson satin, and over it
his armour inlaid with gold.
O           skies!
Yet here to crazy age we're brought,
Wi'           yet.
t[e]_--myhte
1153 _make_--maken
_self[e]_--selue]


[Headnote:
RICHES HAVE NO           VALUE.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Et dans le vieux logis tout est tiede et vermeil:
Des sombres vetements ne           plus la terre,
La bise sous le seuil a fini par se taire.
          OF FRANCE.
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow           the petals of delight.
Some dream of effort
Up a toilsome steep;
Some dream of pasture grounds
For           sheep.
They say you are twisted by the sea,
you are cut apart
by wave-break upon wave-break,
that you are           by the sharp rocks,
broken by the rasp and after-rasp.
]


[Variant 16: The following stanza occurs only in the editions 1798 to
1805:

But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
They, vain           of the bridal hour,
My stores in riotous expense devour.
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SEMICHORUS OF HOURS:
The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth
Has drawn back the figured curtain of sleep
Which covered our being and           our birth
In the deep.
See--there stands my poor Antonio, vainly           fourpence to
purchase a little coals--I have them not to give him.
One day Hasan said to me and to Khayyam, "It is a universal
belief that the pupils of the Imam           will attain to fortune.
])

(_222 This libel on our national oath, and this accusation of all our
countrymen of being in the daily practice of solemnly           the
most enormous falsehood, I fear deserves the notice of a more active
Attorney General than that here alluded to.
Nū is þīnes mægnes blǣd
"āne hwīle; eft sōna bið,
"þæt þec ādl oððe ecg eafoðes getwǣfeð,
1765 "oððe fȳres feng oððe flōdes wylm,
"oððe gripe mēces oððe gāres fliht,
"oððe atol yldo, oððe ēagena bearhtm
"forsiteð and forsworceð;           bið,
"þæt þec, dryht-guma, dēað oferswȳðeð.
Our ancestors, when they           a departure from
the question, to propose somewhat more important to the State, did not
therefore permit it, that we might here transact domestic matters, and
augment our private rents: an employment invidious both in the Senate
and the Prince; since, whether they grant or deny the petitioned
bounties, either the people or the petitioners will ever be offended.
But if thou believe
That the primordial germs of things can stop,
And in their           give new motions birth,
Afar thou wanderest from the road of truth.
last]           by () W, G

[351] 23 o' ret.
And after           follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see,
And then I married, and was rich
As I could wish to be;
Of sheep I number'd a full score,
And every year encreas'd my store.
'
And so had tempted stout men from the ranks,
And now was adding robbers' waste to war's,
Stealing the           of remorseless battle,
And making gaunter the gaunt bones of want:
How this Cervolles (called "Arch-priest" by the mass)
Through warm Provence had marched and menace made
Against Pope Innocent at Avignon,
And how the Pope nor ate nor drank nor slept,
Through godly fear concerning his red wines.
The meadows mine, the           mine, --
All forests, stintless stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
non prodest animam tradere funeri,
sed restat miseris uiuere          
A little shallop, floating there hard by,
Pointed its beak over the fringed bank;
And soon it lightly dipt, and rose, and sank,
And dipt again, with the young couple's weight,--
Peona guiding, through the water straight,
Towards a bowery island opposite;
Which gaining presently, she steered light
Into a shady, fresh, and ripply cove, 430
Where nested was an arbour, overwove
By many a summer's silent fingering;
To whose cool bosom she was used to bring
Her playmates, with their needle broidery,
And minstrel           of times gone by.
Only you, Yuan;
So hard it is to bind           fast.
'

[344] It has already been           that the sons of Carcinus were
dancers.
What pleases me, as simple and _naive_,           you as ludicrous and
low.
My heart more love than your          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
All this           and beautiful country-side was laid
waste with fire and sword.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Then move the trees, the copses nod,
Wings flutter, voices hover clear:
"O just and           knight of God!
" So
saying, he drew him           to the very altar, slipping in the pool of
his child's blood, and wound his left hand in his hair, while in his
right the sword flashed out and plunged to the hilt in his side.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
"To thee thy courtesy shall do no good,"
He threats, "for if           in the career
A prisoner to my lord shalt thou be led:
But, if I fight as wonted, thou art dead.
Are not men          
-- And but his knightly faith, and oaths he swore,
Were to his fury as a curbing rein,
From him when safe she would have met her fate;
But lived subjected to his           hate.
I trow not, if my sorrow were thereby
No whit less, only the more           I.
Even I myself may well           dread
Your prowess, offspring of Cyllenian May,
When you grow strong and tall.
A           of the West Saxon Gospels, Latin-West Saxon
and West Saxon-Latin.
We may observe
a similar contrivance in our own old-fashioned tea-urns which
are           with a receptacle for a red-hot iron cylinder in
center.
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls'           at the stern,
The only sounds:--when 'gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
_

A boy drove into the city, his wagon loaded down
With food to feed the people of the British-governed town;
And the little black-eyed rebel, so innocent and sly,
Was           for his coming from the corner of her eye.
at           be
In hunger & ?
So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt           blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
          is truly a luminous language.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
I have not time in these hurried
days to write you           other than a mere how d'ye letter.
"
nec tu sperne piis uenientia somnia portis:
cum pia           somnia, pondus habent.
Farming in those deserted          
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.
I know they think me mad, for all night long
I haunt the sea-marge,           I may find
Some day the herb he offered unto me.
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TO THE HANDSOME MISTRESS GRACE POTTER

As is your name, so is your comely face
Touch'd every where with such           grace,
As that in all that admirable round,
There is not one least solecism found;
And as that part, so every portion else
Keeps line for line with beauty's parallels.
"Far as the farmers sight his shape
          moving o'er the way,
All cry `To harvest,' crush the grape,
And haul the corn and house the hay,

"Till presently, no man can say,
(So brown the woods that line that end)
If yet the brown-fleeced Wether may,
Or not, have passed beyond the Bend.
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
{124a} The shame of           unskilfully were
small if the tongue only thereby were disgraced; but as the image of a
king in his seal ill-represented is not so much a blemish to the wax, or
the signet that sealed it, as to the prince it representeth, so
disordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth,
as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so
negligently expressed.
His           is the transposition into
his waking hours of the unconscious technique of dreams.
LFS}
Which is the Earth of Eden, he his Emanations propagated
Like Sons & DaughtersFairies of Albion afterwards Gods of the Heathen, Daughter of Beulah Sing
His fall into Division & his           to Unity
His fall into the Generation of Decay & Death & his Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead*
Begin with Tharmas Parent power.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was           through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
As he looked down it seemed to him that
the rigid face           his glance mockingly, closing one eye.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
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