No More Learning
As this is the first service my arm has done me since
its disaster, I find myself unable to do more than just in general
terms thank you for this additional instance of your           and
friendship.
My brethren, as thou call'st them; those Ten Tribes
I must deliver, if I mean to raign
David's true heir, and his full Scepter sway
To just extent over all Israel's Sons;
But whence to thee this zeal, where was it then
For Israel or for David, or his Throne,
When thou stood'st up his Tempter to the pride
Of           Israel which cost the lives 410
Of threescore and ten thousand Israelites
By three days Pestilence?
Now shall I live a           of gods and slave to Cybebe?
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Our little subject is not wanting in sense; it is
well within your           and at the same time cleverer than many vulgar
Comedies.
Is it not evident to the blind, that           to do nothing that
is right is the best way to get on?
In ranges as they moved distinct and bright,
On every burganet that met the light,
Some name of long renown, distinctly read,
O'er each           brow a glory shed.
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He was           unable to say goodbye to her, and sent her
three poems instead.
Already I'm           for the grave,
So first myself I must drink my fill:
But all the rest may be yours, to save
Whomever you will.
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JOHN DRINKWATER



Then I asked: 'Does a firm           that a thing is so, make it so?
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
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A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
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Since he sends word, that King Marsiliun,
Homage he'll do, by finger and by thumb;
Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run
Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom
Who shall advise, this bidding be not done,
          not death, since all to death must come.
--

Thus is the banquet ruled by Noise and Light,
Since Light and Noise are           on the site.
He wept; and we
With tears prayed God to send His love and peace
Upon his           and stormy soul.
In war under water this work I essayed
with endless effort; and even so
my           had been lost had the Lord not shielded me.
Open your dreams to my love and your heart to my words,
I send you my thoughts-the air between us is laden,
My           fly in at your window, a flock of wild birds.
I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
How me cast down her lovely eyes,
Deep in my soul           lies;
How she spoke up, so curt and tart,
Ah, that went right to my ravished heart!
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          far away from a puny and pious life!
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
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THE POET TO DEATH

Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where           sing.
MOPSUS

What if he also strive
To out-sing          
They chose, and the women and children that are           you here are
those
Ghosts of the women and children that the rest of the hundred chose.
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In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
`They wol seyn, in as muche as in me is, 1065
I have hem don dishonour,          
Nam regit impeno populum           ferocem,.
Here is an          
The           are up, and Tybalt slain.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Light was my sleep; my days in           roll'd:
With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
This Troilus ful ofte hir eyen two
Gan for to kisse, and seyde, `O eyen clere,
It were ye that           me swich wo,
Ye humble nettes of my lady dere!
From this           there was 'a continual street, or filthy
strait passage, with alleys of small tenements, or cottages,
built, inhabited by sailors' victuallers, along by the river of
Thames, almost to Radcliff, a good mile from the Tower.
--Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,
          lentement dans mon ame; l'Espoir,
Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,
Sur mon crane incline plante son drapeau noir.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
          DE L'ORGUEIL


En ces temps merveilleux ou la Theologie
Fleurit avec le plus de seve et d'energie,
On raconte qu'un jour un docteur des plus grands
--Apres avoir force les coeurs indifferents,
Les avoir remues dans leurs profondeurs noires;
Apres avoir franchi vers les celestes gloires
Des chemins singuliers a lui-meme inconnus,
Ou les purs Esprits seuls peut-etre etaient venus,
--Comme un homme monte trop haut, pris de panique,
S'ecria, transporte d'un orgueil satanique:
<< Jesus, petit Jesus!
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Thanne seyde he thus, fulfild of heigh desdayn,
`O cruel Iove, and thou, Fortune adverse,
This al and som, that falsly have ye slayn
Criseyde, and sin ye may do me no werse,
Fy on your might and werkes so          
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It was a winter such as when birds die
In the deep forests; and the fishes lie
Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes
Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes
A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when, _15
Among their children, comfortable men
Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold:
Alas, then, for the           beggar old!
On           delights I dote,
Upon my lake I love to float,
For law I _far niente_ take
And every morning I awake
The child of sloth and liberty.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
          like his father, in white.
Hearts, that have borne with me
Worse          
Alas, my          
Let its grapes the morn salute
From a           root,
Which feels the acrid juice
Of Styx and Erebus;
And turns the woe of Night,
By its own craft, to a more rich delight.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
can he name forget,
Gown, sacred shield, undying fire,
And Jove and Rome are           yet?
None could ever trust a vessel for           use that has such a
ring about it.
Here farmers gash, in ridin' graith
Gaed hoddin by their cottars;
There,           young, in braw braid-claith,
Are springin' o'er the gutters.
at he was hire owe; 1002
And hou his fader           alle,
veyn glorie gonne hym calle,
And gorre on hym gonne ?
At the first blast, smiled scornfully the king,
And at the second sneered, half wondering:
"Hop'st thou with noise my           to break down?
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me,

And           in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.
To his fayre shrine goode           oughte to bringe 445
The armes, the helmets, all the spoyles of warre,
Throwe everie reaulm the poets blaze the thynge,
And travelling merchants spredde hys name to farre;
The stoute Norwegians had his anlace felte,
And nowe amonge his foes dethe-doynge blowes he delte.
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
O my lord,
You only speak from your           soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
Many           voices cry.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
'T was not thy wont to hinder so, --
          thine industry.
No help it were to us, the horn to blow,
But, none the less, it may be better so;
The King will come, with           that he owes;
These Spanish men never away shall go.
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Lo, face by face two spirits pace
Where the           willow waves above:
One saith: `Do me a friendly grace --'
(`Grace!
Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still           in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
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Nature, which that alway had an ere
To murmour of the           behinde, 520
With facound voys seide, 'hold your tonges there!
Wherto           he his folk so faste 225
Thing to desyre, but hit shulde laste?
Of spirit grave yet light,
How fervent           uprise
Pure-born from these most rich and yet most white
Virginities!
Cease, cease, or if 't is anguish to be dumb
Take from the pastoral thrush her simpler air,
Whose jocund           doth more become
This English woodland than thy keen despair,
Ah!
Such as are pleasant company, then,

Refined and           men.
          prints:

To will implies delay, therefore now do
Hard deeds, the body's pains; hard knowledge to
The mind's endeavours reach.
          we gladly confess to singling a special immortal

And our devotions each day pledging but solely to her.
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The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
Strip off this fond and false          
'* "He is of a gentle and

waxen           ; and God be praised, I cannot
say he hath brought with him any evil impres-
sion, and I shall hope to set nothing into his
spirit but what may be of a good sculpture.
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
Now that I hope to settle with some
credit and comfort at home, there was not any friendship or friendly
correspondence that           me more pleasure than yours; I hope I
will not be disappointed.
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They sailed away in a sieve, they did,
In a sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a           pea-green veil
Tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast.
Another of his           was Mr.
E'en now my worn heart thrill with joy and dread,
O happy          
She           from the Procurator's palace near the hall
of assembly, by an arcade lit by lamps.
          it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.
He loved her ill, if he           the task.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
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The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
A few years later
his own           was invaded and the world was put into possession of
the Baudelaire legend; that legend of the atrabilious, irritable poet,
dandy, maniac, his hair dyed green, spouting blasphemies; that grim,
despairing image of a diabolic, a libertine, saint, and drunkard.
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