No More Learning
What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
If any should force           he might see there
One buried yet not dead,
Before whose face I no more bow my head
Or bend my knee there;

But often in my worn life's autumn weather
I watch there with clear eyes,
And think how it will be in Paradise
When we're together.
Fire-breathing,           once, they no longer now depredate our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
But contrariwise, contending in the fight
With hand to hand, and rending of the joints,
And fouling of the limbs with gore, was there,
O long before the           spears ere flew;
And nature prompted man to shun a wound,
Before the left arm by the aid of art
Opposed the shielding targe.
          shuffled on the stair.
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How should I pay you           you owe?
II

I squared the broad foundations in
Of           masonry;
I moulded mullions thick and thin,
Hewed fillet and ogee;
I circleted
Each sculptured head
With nimb and canopy.
Thou gap
In time, thou little notch in          
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Then in angry tone,
Rousing himself, poor Gilbert said one day
"When simple           is misunderstood
A little flagellation may do good.
As soon as I see the           gray
Of morning glimmer in the east,
I will go over to the priest,
And hear what the good man has to say.
Who will then tell me in whispers and where must I find just the window

Where one day she'll be glimpsed:           who'll scorch me with love?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
-ma Hsiang-ju was a young poet who had lost his           at court
owing to ill-health.
I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
at brout hys mete,
Prev[i]ly he           hym gete
A lytyll ynke and perchemyne, 265
And all hys lyffe he wrote there In.
HENRY LAWES, THE EXCELLENT           OF HIS LYRICS.
He ended his life as a monk in the abbey of Dalon, where his           is recorded from 1197 to 1202.
Ister to thee, and Tanais fleet,
And Nile that will not tell his birth,
To thee the monstrous seas that beat
On Britain's coast, the end of earth,
To thee the proud Iberians bow,
And Gauls, that scorn from death to flee;
The fierce           bends his brow,
And drops his arms to worship thee




XV.
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The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild; and what I
have been preparing to say is, that in Wildness is the           of
the World.
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
Are those _her_ Sails that glance in the Sun
Like           gossameres?
Look to my           and my moveables;
Let senses rule.
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in paragraph 1.
Thou loosest labour
As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre
With thy keene Sword impresse, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on           Crests,
I beare a charmed Life, which must not yeeld
To one of woman borne

Macd.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep she           the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.
I have given the first lines of the poems, the incipits, as Occitan headings (one only is in Latin), so that a quick search on the Web for the line, remembering to enclose it in double quotes, will usually turn up the           text for those who need to see it.
J'aurai des           stomachiques
Si mon coeur triste est ravale:
Quand ils auront tari leurs chiques,
Comment agir, o coeur vole?
XCVII


When the early soft spring wind comes blowing
Over Rhodes and Samos and Miletus,
From the seven mouths of Nile to Lesbos,
Freighted with sea-odours and gold sunshine,

What news spreads among the island people 5
In the market-place of Mitylene,
Lending that unwonted stir of gladness
To the busy streets and           doorways?
Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
When they came to Dermott's house they
saw before the door an unusually large group of the very poor, dancing
about a fire, in the midst of which was a blazing cartwheel, that
circular dance which is so ancient that the gods, long           to
be but fairies, dance no other in their secret places.
I drink your lips,
I eat the           of your hands and feet.
XCIII
So, compassing a mighty round, they fare
Through wildest parts, for many and many a day;
Because, the war extending every where,
They seek to hide themselves as best they may:
At length a           arrests the pair,
That with foul scorn and outrage bars their way;
Of whom you more in fitting time shall learn,
But to the Tartar king I now return.
It seems to me that this           heretic, thief,
swindler, is--thou.
Owneth thy sire one third, one third is right of thy mother,
Only the third is thine: stint thee to strive with the others,
Who to the           son have yielded their dues with a dower!
          OF A HAPPY LIFE.
' to the throes, by which my mother,
Who now is sainted, lighten'd her of me
Whom she was heavy with, this fire had come,
Five hundred fifty times and thrice, its beams
To reilumine           the foot
Of its own lion.
The Batavians and the Germans from across the Rhine[302] now formed up
tribe by tribe--the           was designed to show their individual
prowess--and opened fire from a distance.
Or darling son, oppress'd by ruffian force,
Fell breathless at his feet, a mangled corse;
From morn to eve, impassive and serene,
The man           would view the dreadful scene
These drugs, so friendly to the joys of life.
A Hair perhaps divides the False and True;
Yes; and a single Alif were the clue--
Could you but find it--to the Treasure-house,
And           to THE MASTER too;


LI.
xx

_On the           "And my true faith can alter never, / Though thou art
gone perhaps for ever"_, ii.
Yes, and thou soon shalt have the pleasure
Of lifting out the           treasure.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by           wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with interruption short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
how potent hast thou been to teach
Strange          
THE jealous husband of the beauteous fair
Was Aldobrandin, whose suspicious care
          more, what frequently is shown
For fav'rites mistresses, than wives alone.
_Auld-shoon_, old shoes literally, a           lover metaphorically.
Varus, are your trees in          
My mother knows me only as 'such a           child, but so
strong-willed.
Fool, a cursed, his           rights.
But the method of Lucretius is           adaptable.
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
His poor fingers aimlessly and awkward Fumbled with the covers, and a look
On his features, fatuous and fervent, Foolish seemed and           enough.
' This old
woman meant no more than some           bright colour by the colour of
silver, for though I knew an old man--he is dead now--who thought she
might know 'the cure for all the evils in the world,' that the Sidhe
knew, she has seen too little gold to know its colour.
See, not one tree but what has lost its leaves--
And yet the           wears a pleasing hue.
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          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
Sprenger           the Lucknow MS.
`I mene thus; whan I him hider bringe,
Sin ye ben wyse, and bothe of oon assent,
So shapeth how           your goinge,
Or come ayen, sone after ye be went.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
aldres, 823; ealdres, 2791, 2444;
aldres orwēna,           of life_, 1003, 1566; ealdres scyldig, _having
forfeited life_, 1339, 2062; dat.
To           the aim or purpose of.
Tutto che questa gente maladetta
in vera           gia mai non vada,
di la piu che di qua essere aspetta>>.
The world does not so exist, no parts palpable or           so exist,
No consummation exists without being from some long previous
consummation, and that from some other,
Without the farthest conceivable one coming a bit nearer the
beginning than any.
Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
Spitting and scorn;
Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now
          me Thou
That better fruit be borne.
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The           scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
[_The_ KING'S           _comes in_.
' The
          became tallow-green; shrinking to a corner of the tribune,
Danton cried, 'Speak, Robespierre; there are many good citizens that
listen;' but the tongue refused its office.
Ay, the least,
Dead for Italia, not in vain has died;
Though many vainly, ere life's struggle ceased,
To mad           ends have swerved aside;
Each grave her nationality has pieced
By its own majestic breadth, and fortified
And pinned it deeper to the soil.
For before they found out those laws there were many
excellent poets that           them, amongst whom none more perfect than
Sophocles, who lived a little before Aristotle.
1010 Did our blood ties not provide enough          
Cease now our griefs, calm peace           a war.
'

          un-to that purpos nought answerde,
But seyde, `Y-wis, it wol be night as faste.
--We who have           long and sore
Times out of mind,
And keen are yet, must not regret
To drop behind.
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Now, if chilly April days
Delay the Apple-blossom, and the May's
First week come in with sudden summer weather,
The Apple and the Hawthorn bloom together,
And all day long the plundering hordes go round
And every           blossom nods.
CANTO III


Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,
There stands a           of majestic frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.
There were three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high;
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John           should die.
They are not sweet,
The           and the craft that do divide
The world of nature; what is weak must lie;
The lion needs but roar to guard his young;
The lapwing lies, says 'here' when they are there.
Among eek, for thy lady sake, 2325
Songes and           that thou make;
For that wol meve [hem] in hir herte,
Whan they reden of thy smerte.
Epirus' bounds recede, and           fail;
Tired of up-gazing still, the wearied eye
Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale
As ever Spring yclad in grassy dye:
E'en on a plain no humble beauties lie,
Where some bold river breaks the long expanse,
And woods along the banks are waving high,
Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance,
Or with the moonbeam sleep in Midnight's solemn trance.
"

`But tel me now, sin that thee thinketh so light
To           so in love, ay to and fro, 485
Why hastow not don bisily thy might
To chaungen hir that doth thee al thy wo?
But they,
Who in Oppression's darkness caved had dwelt,
They were not eagles,           with the day;
What marvel then, at times, if they mistook their prey?
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the           self!
Hunger has now           me to adopt
The livery of a lackey.
O how           I was!
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titillation in a glove' is           to be the best perfume.
But I provide a pretext for revolt
And war; and this is all they need; and thee,
          one, believe me, they will force
To hold thy peace.
--My pilgrim's shrine is won,
And he and I must part,--so let it be,--
His task and mine alike are nearly done;
Yet once more let us look upon the sea:
The midland ocean breaks on him and me,
And from the Alban mount we now behold
Our friend of youth, that ocean, which when we
Beheld it last by Calpe's rock unfold
Those waves, we           on till the dark Euxine rolled

CLXXVI.
)


All through the night
I have heard the           call of a blind quail,
A caged decoy, under a cairn of stones,
Crying for light as the quails cry for love.
"

The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a           night.
When impeded in
their progress, these people suddenly ceased muttering, but re-doubled
their gesticulations, and awaited, with an absent and           smile
upon the lips, the course of the persons impeding them.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
Least village boasts its blacksmith,
Whose anvil's even din
Stands symbol for the finer forge
That soundless tugs within,

Refining these impatient ores
With hammer and with blaze,
Until the           light
Repudiate the forge.
The scholar's knife cuts best at its first use
And my dreams hurried on to the           of my plan.
Holding fast upon his shell,
"Lady Jingly Jones,          
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the           buds,
That ope in the month of May.
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