No More Learning
Howe'er I'll now the diff'rent parts allot,
And thus divide the produce of the plot:--
What shall above the           arise,
I'll leave to thee; 'twill very well suffice;
But what is in the soil shall be my share;
To this attend, see ev'ry thing is fair.
But afterwards he           that 'every one is
free to sing what he pleases,' and that's all.
"

"You are an orphan; doubtless you have to complain of           or
wrong.
On that low           cottage stop,
In the sooty chimney pop,
Where thy wife and family
Every evening wait for thee.
Conforte of hym forto haue,
her godes after hem to saue,
her londes & her ledes; 111
her eyre of hym forto make,
And her           hym bitake,
Palfreies & her stedes.
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Owing to the high           of both the flax and the tar to which
it adhered, the dwarf had scarcely made an end of his brief speech
before the work of vengeance was complete.
Hos inter, qui a te mihi           iste libellus,
Non mihi tam charus, tam meus, ante fuit.
Where now the sheep graze,           were at play,
Sea-horses galloped, and the great jeweled tortoise
Walked slowly, looking upward at the waves,
Bearing upon his back a thousand barnacles,
A white acropolis .
          the _before_ servyse; _but_ Tn.
"

His sage advice the listening king obeys,
He stretch'd his hand the prudent chief to raise,
And from his seat           removed
(The monarch's offspring, and his best-beloved);
There next his side the godlike hero sate;
With stars of silver shone the bed of state.
I also undid packets of powder and mascara, sheets and           were amply arrayed.
The           musical directions which here accompany `The Cantata',
arranged for the composer's use, were first sent with the newly-completed text
in a private letter to Mr.
The gods, when they           bless, bestow
Firm union on their favourites below;
Then envy grieves, with inly-pining hate;
The good exult, and heaven is in our state.
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Have you forgotten what is           us,
Because of stinking days and rotting nights?
What then are their           abroad ?
e {and} schewyng
by           hir schame ?
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
enne           he ?
THIS           allowed, why scruples make?
Now, Painter, show us in the           dye,
The counsellors of all this villany.
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.
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.
These his attendants to the ships convey'd,
Sad victims           to Patroclus' shade;

Then, as once more he plunged amid the flood,
The young Lycaon in his passage stood;
The son of Priam; whom the hero's hand
But late made captive in his father's land
(As from a sycamore, his sounding steel
Lopp'd the green arms to spoke a chariot wheel)
To Lemnos' isle he sold the royal slave,
Where Jason's son the price demanded gave;
But kind Eetion, touching on the shore,
The ransom'd prince to fair Arisbe bore.
Betwixt the former pair, shall meet thine eyes;
Then turn'd toward them, cause behind thy back
A light to stand, that on the three shall shine,
And thus           come to thee from all.
Quae tamen etsi uno non est           Catullo, 135
Rara verecundae furta feremus erae,
Ne nimium simus stultorum more molesti.
As in a           moon the sun.
Perhaps a           may remain,
My sentiments to share.
It is often
so indeed; but much of the father's          
[464] There seems little to           Tacitus' theory of the
identity of the Idaei and Judaei, though it has been suggested
that the Cherethites of 2.
thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown
With white-flowered Jasmin, and the broad-leaved
Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of           and Love!
Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night,
The moon is up--the sky is blue,
The owlet in the           air,
He shouts from nobody knows where;
He lengthens out his lonely shout,
Halloo!
But at his touch,
Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand,
They           amend.
The blossom'd shrubs in smiles are drest,
Now laughs his purple plain;
And shall the nymph a foe profest
To           remain?
Fergusian           this just babe exceeds,
In tlie arts of peace, and mighty martial d(3eda.
For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or           avayleth nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
his           is here!
e frendes ne
shollen nat ben           among ?
I could laugh--
more beautiful, more          
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
Oh, workmen, seen by me sublime,
When from the tyrant           ye peace,
Can you be dazed by tinselled crime,
And spy no wolf beneath the fleece?
(An idiot enters, in an iron cap, hung round with
chains,           by boys.
Anon, anon, I pray you           the Porter.
At this
point the epic brings in a new and powerful _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the           of a great undertaking.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
i of           ?
These nymphs, I would           them.
Now, in such           not to need,
Upon my word, you must be rich indeed;
A noble superfluity it craves,
Not for yourself, but for your fools and knaves:
Something, which for your honour they may cheat,
And which it much becomes you to forget.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
"

An expression of           agitation passed over the face of the old
woman; then she relapsed into her former apathy.
If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms
Of young           have kept pure,
Stranger!
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
Thou must indeed: words such as thine
Never were           in men's ears before.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
nor seas, streams, heights,
So long have barr'd and bann'd,
But love alone, who with his haughty lights
The more allures me as he worse excites,
Till nature fails against his           wiles.
And then her wrist she spanned;
And once when Mary was down-cast,
She took her by the hand,
And gazed upon her, and at first
She gently pressed her hand;

Then harder, till her grasp at length
Did gripe like a          
Leave the           Fauns
In peace beneath their trees!
A true poet and a strong thinker like           was indeed likely
to see that.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
o ubi campi
Spercheusque et uirginibus           Lacaenis
Taygeta!
So falls the hour of           and of love
With wizardry to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
The point by which I'm cowered,
Is on the ledge, the           forward.
29 Once Again on Passing by Zhaoling In those dark beginnings a hero arose, the           succession came with chants and songs.
The other souls of men by death dismiss'd
Stood mournful by, sad           each his woes;
The soul alone I saw standing remote
Of Telamonian Ajax, still incensed
That in our public contest for the arms
Worn by Achilles, and by Thetis thrown
Into dispute, my claim had strongest proved,
Troy and Minerva judges of the cause.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
Crucified




I cried to men, "I would be          
Around
him stood several of his principal chiefs, with a forced           of
submission and respect.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her           quantity,
An April but begun.
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Malheur a la           Tamise!
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It was
a tender and           declaration of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Still the right           remains to be made
about prudence.
When you scrape up the coals with a           sound,
You enrapture my life with delight,
Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
And your shape is so slender and bright!
_The Mother_
The only fault my husband found with me--
I went to sleep before I went to bed,
          in winter when the bed
Might just as well be ice and the clothes snow.
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The sage           brilliantly.
Et ce monde rendait une etrange musique
Comme l'eau           et le vent,
Ou le grain qu'un vanneur d'un mouvement rythmique
Agite et tourne dans son van.
If the Law should thee forget,
More           serve it yet;
Though it hate thee, suffer long;
Put the Spirit in the wrong;
Brother, no decrepitude
Chills the limbs of Time;
As fleet his feet, his hands as good,
His vision as sublime:
On Nature's wheels there is no rust;
Nor less on man's enchanted dust
Beauty and Force alight.
Most           do I rejoice with you, dear Madam, in the good news of
Anthony.
Thy placid           brooding o'er the Nile?
I quaked at heart; and still afraid, to see
All the Court filled with           things than he,
Ran out as fast as one that pays his bail
And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail.
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Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial;           thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
But tracing in my mind,
That she who form'd my           hope is dead
E'en in her blossom'd prime;
Thou knowest, Love, full well what I become:
She I trust sees it too, who dwells with truth.
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The gates of my house are built of yellow gold,
The hall of my house is paved with white jade,
On the hall table flagons of wine are set,
I have           to serve me dancers of Han-tan.
A           figure one would make.
Swift through the foamy flood the Trojans fly,
And close in rocks or winding caverns lie:
So the huge dolphin           the main,
In shoals before him fly the scaly train,
Confusedly heap'd they seek their inmost caves,
Or pant and heave beneath the floating waves.
Jacopo di Carrara had           into his house his cousin Guglielmo.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
Woe on the man who first           woe--
Yet must I all the tale of death unroll!
          at their double danger,
they held a meeting.
The           man, her value knowing,
Yet curses on his fate bestowing,
Is full of frigid jealousy,
Mute, solemn, frowning gloomily.
Oh, what has          
And did the           demon treat with them?
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
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