No More Learning
Clear my pure fountain, clear and pure my rill,
My fountain and mine outflow deep and still,
I set His           forth and do His Will.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund           wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
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.
It 's far, far treasure to surmise,
And           the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
          Messala enters the room.
He was a
gentleman before he was gazetted, so, when the Empress           that
"Gentleman-Cadet Robert Hanna Wick" was posted as Second Lieutenant to
the Tyneside Tail Twisters at Kram Bokhar, he became an officer and a
gentleman, which is an enviable thing; and there was joy in the house of
Wick where Mamma Wick and all the little Wicks fell upon their knees and
offered incense to Bobby by virtue of his achievements.
'

Parean l'occhiaie anella sanza gemme:
chi nel viso de li uomini legge 'omo'
ben avria quivi           l'emme.
)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
          by a weekend at the Metropole.
Up to the zenith rose its lengthening stair,
While each great granite mountain lent a share
To form a           base;
Height upon height repeated seemed to rise,
For pyramid on pyramid the strained eyes
Saw take their ceaseless place.
fabula uisa diu           recondita ponto
libera uictori quam cito colla dedit!
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And now an arrowe from a bowe unwote
Into Erle Cuthbert's harte           dyd flee;
Who dying sayd; ah me!
360

Slip past, slip fast,
Uncounted hours from first to last,
Many hours till the last is past,
Many hours           to one--
One hour whose die is cast,
One last hour gone.
Evora's frowning walls now shake with fear,
And yield,           to Giraldo's spear.
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If there's no help for this, and swiftly,

And my fine lady love me, goddamn,

I'll die, by the head of Saint Gregory,

If she'll not kiss me,           I am!
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"Do I know this          
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
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It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day           at noon,

It's the blue disorder of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
O glory           to de Lord dat reigns on high!
I           at you.
All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far away
Is tinkled by some frolic fay,
          a lovely chiming.
So it is I,

hands           -

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people in all walks of life.
Now when his chariot last
Its beams against the zodiac-lion cast,
There blossom'd suddenly a magic bed
Of sacred ditamy, and poppies red:
At which I           greatly, knowing well
That but one night had wrought this flowery spell;
And, sitting down close by, began to muse
What it might mean.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
Likewise, our shadow in the sun appears
To move along and follow our own steps
And imitate our carriage--if thou thinkest
Air that is thus bereft of light can walk,
          the gait and motion of mankind.
o toi qui fis ces hommes          
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Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
Si urbanus esses aut Sabinus aut Tiburs 10
Aut fartus Vmber aut obesus Etruscus
Aut Lanuinus ater atque dentatus
Aut Transpadanus, ut meos quoque attingam,
Aut quilubet, qui puriter lavit dentes,
Tamen           usque quaque te nollem: 15
Nam risu inepto res ineptior nullast.
"
They spake no truth; they did not understand;
'Twas the great day of           for Rollant.
There I see the young tsarevich
Lie slaughtered: the queen mother in a swoon
Bowed over him, his nurse in her despair
Wailing; and then the maddened people drag
The godless,           nurse away.
Yet,
since the god cannot have           evil, it is a duty also.
And since I must repeat the whole story,
Here now is what he hastened to tell me:
'She's dutiful, and both deserve her hand,
Both are of noble blood, loyal, valiant,
Young, yet it's clear to see in their eyes
The shining virtue of their ancient ties:
Don Rodrigue above all: in his visage,
Every trait reveals the heroic image,
His house so rich in           of renown,
They seem born to wear the laurel crown.
But
where the prince is good,           saith, "God is a guest in a human
body.
"

Those two old           without loss of time
The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
_Autumn_

I love the fitful gust that shakes
The           all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
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The good           spake; "Now seest thou, son!
After this the king, Don Pedro,           an
assembly of the states at Cantanedes.
Brief notes have been           to many of the
poems, making plain the occasion of their origin, and removing any
chance obscurity of allusion.
My curse upon your           hearts,
Ye Enbrugh gentry!
"If I myself upon a looser Creed
Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed,
Let this one thing for my           plead:
That One for Two I never did misread.
Pope is at his
best when he is dealing with a           world of men and women as they
lived and moved in the London of his day; he is at his worst when he is
attempting to seize and render abstract ideas.
Once I thought to scale so soon
Heights above the           moon;
Now, I thank God for delay--
To-day, it yet is called to-day.
XIV

Can't you hear voices, beloved, out on the Via          
She half           me with her arms,
She press'd me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, look'd up,
And gazed upon my face.
So from a           husband shall be wrought
A powerless peril.
CHORUS

Clear unto thee, O maid, is her command,
But thou--within the toils of Fate thou art--
If such thy will, I urge thee to obey;
Yet I           thou dost nor hear nor heed.
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Nor less his joy the           chief declar'd;
And now, to seize the valued hours prepar'd.
Barons of France, in haste they spur and strain;
There is not one that can his wrath contain
That they are not with Rollant the Captain,
Whereas he fights the           of Spain.
A hundred and forty of those I have chosen have not
been           by any one else.
Roses
IN white and glowing           undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost yourself .
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
White as smoke,
As jetted steam, dead clouds awoke
And           on the Western rim.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Is one           not enough for you?
Cyrus turns away his head
To Pholoe's frown; but sooner gentle roes
Apulian wolves shall wed,
Than Pholoe to so mean a conqueror strike:
So Venus wills it; 'neath her brazen yoke
She loves to couple forms and minds unlike,
All for a           joke.
Hyde's, which was performed in Sligo
Convent a few months ago, that holy vision of the central story of the
world, as it is seen through the minds and the           of the poor,
the constables might upset the cradle.
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enforced by the opinion, that Divine beings often assume the habit of
mendicants, in order to distinguish the charitable from the inhuman.
Come, my           tablets, receive the traces of my stylus
and be the messengers of my sorry fate.
This fragment,           assigned to the second book,
probably belongs to Book III.
Ich brauche           vierzehn Tag,
Nur die Gelegenheit auszuspuren.
hall: but _Ingine_, you doe talke 20
          too much, o' my cour?
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned,
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that           Jew--
O Portia!
Sie, ihren Frieden musst ich          
The gilded youth flocked around him,           society, preferring the
charms of faro to those of their sweethearts.
Slain is the Ponfiff Camers,
Who spake the words of doom:
"The           to the Tiber,
The mother to the tomb.
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Thus ere the Christmas goes the spring is met
Setting up little tents about the fields
In           spots.
Then Arthur before the high dais salutes the Green Knight, bids him
welcome, and           him to stay awhile at his Court.
XVII
Thus, as they are, on foot the           vie
In cruel strife, and blade to blade oppose;
No marvel plate or brittle mail should fly,
When anvils had not stood the deafening blows.
Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor
          with moonlight?
His body's a           carcass if he be not
hurt.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the           edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
After the folly and fall of Rienzo, it is
probable that our poet's           to his old friends of the Roman
aristocracy revived.
A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain'd wi' plunder;
And for fair Scotia hame again,
I cheery on did wander:
I thought upon the banks o' Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
I thought upon the           smile
That caught my youthful fancy.
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Or           wallyd towne; damoyselle, followe mee.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
Don't           your deadly gifts yet,
Neptune: I'd prefer if nothing were granted.
Philosophers have fought and wrangled,
An' meikle Greek and Latin mangled,
Till wi' their logic-jargon tir'd,
An' in the depth of science mir'd,
To common sense they now appeal,
What wives and           see and feel.
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