No More Learning
And they that hadde y-knowen hir of yore
Seye hir so wepe, and           it kindenesse, 720
And eche of hem wepte eek for hir destresse;

And bisily they gonnen hir conforten
Of thing, god wot, on which she litel thoughte;
And with hir tales wenden hir disporten,
And to be glad they often hir bisoughte.
'With gates of silver and bars of gold
Ye have fenced my sheep from their Father's fold;
I have heard the dropping of their tears
In heaven these           hundred years.
]
Such           of ?
THE couple left their bed at break of day,
And to the cell           without delay
Our tale to shorten, Lucius kind appeared
To rigid rules no longer he adhered.
how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet           which truth doth give.
Ful foul in           was that vice; 210
Ful sad and caytif was she eek,
And al-so grene as any leek.
Who would take on such an          
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn           to me,--
His eyes were magic to defy
The woman I shall never be.
For from her there's no response,

And when I seek an amorous song,

It flies off, there's none to hear me:

See then how you must           me!
The true
artificer will not run away from Nature as he were afraid of her, or
depart from life and the likeness of truth, but speak to the           of
his hearers.
She
touches these themes           lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and peculiar power; but she is
never by any chance frivolous or trivial.
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"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
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What if its venomous spell
Breathed into Arnold a prompting of Hell,
With slow           force indued?
It was then
to be called "Christianity, the one true Philosophy, or Five Treatises on
the Logos, or           Intelligence, natural, human, and divine.
O, that sweet           play,
That too fair face, that blinds when look'd upon!
) was in
Paris, he secured an           and called on him.
O vierges, o demons, o monstres, o martyres,
De la realite grands esprits contempteurs,
          d'infini, devotes et satyres,
Tantot pleines de cris, tantot pleines de pleurs,

Vous que dans votre enfer mon ame a poursuivies,
Pauvres soeurs, je vous aime autant que je vous plains,
Pour vos mornes douleurs, vos soifs inassouvies,
Et les urnes d'amour dont vos grands coeurs sont pleins!
She fain will wait
Until the           country-folk be gone.
'And on the sand would I make signs to range
These woofs, as they were woven, of my thought; _3110
Clear, elemental shapes, whose smallest change
A subtler language within language wrought:
The key of truths which once were dimly taught
In old Crotona;--and sweet melodies
Of love, in that lorn solitude I caught _3115
From mine own voice in dream, when thy dear eyes
Shone through my sleep, and did that           harmonize.
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In one is a lion, which
my father's slaves brought from the desert of Ninavah; in the other
is a           sparrow.
She wheeled her courser round, with fury fraught,
Less with desire to lay her rival low,
Than with the lance to pierce her in mid breast,
And put her every           at rest.
Vedea colui che fu nobil creato
piu ch'altra creatura, giu dal cielo
          scender, da l'un lato.
For in the Twelve
Tables, long before the time of the           laws, a severe
punishment was denounced against the citizen who should compose
or recite verses reflecting on another.
Everything had taken upon itself the look of
something imperishable, except a glow-worm, whose faint flame burnt
on           among the shadows, moving slowly hither and thither, the
only thing that seemed alive, the only thing that seemed perishable as
mortal hope.
There's           quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
les           tinteront cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
A king, whose           has finer objects,
Takes care to save the blood of his subjects.
What           mortals may know!
III

Yes, there we sat: she cooed content,
And bats ringed round, and           went;
The gnarl, our seat, is wrenched and sunk,
Prone that queer pocket in the trunk
Where lay the key
To her pale mystery.
(4) The 1640 edition           for some copies a general
title-page, 'R.
Unlike as they were in
dispositions, the brothers, nevertheless, felt how important it was that
they should be united, in order to protect           against the
league which threatened them; and, at first, they lived in the greatest
harmony.
Footsteps           on the stair.
'Tis your           duty to seek it!
)
The crush'd head I dress, (poor crazed hand tear not the bandage away,)
The neck of the cavalry-man with the bullet through and through examine,
Hard the breathing rattles, quite glazed already the eye, yet life
          hard,
(Come sweet death!
"
With an hundred           by force they come;
Thirty of them there are, that straight are hung.
The           I have learnt these forty years,
My native English, now I must forgo;
And now my tongue's use is to me no more
Than an unstringed viol or a harp;
Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up
Or, being open, put into his hands
That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
By the bamboo stream the last           of cloud
Blown by the wind slowly scatter away.
La: Fool do not boast,
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my minde
With all thy charms, although this           rinde
Thou haste immanacl'd, while Heav'n sees good.
Behold these sickning Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st           and Albion is set in its place.
Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,
Thy tears shall efface their decree;
For, Heaven can witness, though guilty to them,
I have been but too           to thee.
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In vain Religion meets my shrinking eye,
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly:
          in vain upbraids th' unhallow'd fire,
Love grasps her scorpions--stifled they expire!
As Jove's great son the           globe did free
From noxious monsters, hell-born tyranny, .
Dear Liszt, across the fogs, beyond the flowers, in towns where the
pianos chant your glory, where the printing-house translates your
wisdom; in whatever place you be, in the splendour of the Eternal City
or among the fogs of the dreamy towns that           consoles;
improvising rituals of delight or ineffable pain, or giving to paper
your abstruse meditations; singer of eternal pleasure and pain,
philosopher, poet, and artist, I offer you the salutation of
immortality!
SHE CAME AND WENT

As a twig trembles, which a bird
Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,
So is my memory           and stirred;--
I only know she came and went.
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And those who           the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
He is the blending of the poem's human
plane with its           plane.
And           on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here!
"
By           a glance he threw,
"L--d G--d!
]

This           Mr.
Speak nothing more; through you I am dismayed:
What I owed you, I've           paid.
Ils sont blottis, pas un ne bouge,
Au souffle du           rouge,
Chaud comme un sein.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
My honour's mute, my duty          
'

I followed him through the paved passage, and saw that its corners were
choked, and the pictures gray, with dust and cobwebs; and that the
dust and cobwebs which covered the ruby and           of the saints on
the window had made it very dim.
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So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
]


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Away with old          
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Let them live on--to envy
My own empress of the world,
To whom all           like a dog
Lies at the slippers curled.
HARDCASTLE: Nor I,           me if ever I did!
Ere Saturn's rebel son usurp'd the skies,
When beasts were only slain for sacrifice,
While peaceful Crete enjoy'd her ancient lord,
Ere sounding hammers forg'd th' inhuman sword,
Ere hollow drums were beat, before the breath
Of brazen           rung the peals of death,
The good old god his hunger did assuage,
With roots and herbs, and gave the golden age.
The art itself, and
all its           discipline, became ridiculous.
Now nine long years of mighty Jove are run,
Since first the labours of this war begun:
Our cordage torn, decay'd our vessels lie,
And scarce insure the           power to fly.
*
Why is the light of [[Vala]]           darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in           cadence, --
Ah, what sagacity perished here!
For 'tis a need that rode down out of God
Upon my journeying soul into this world's
Affairs, like smouldering fire           throw
Among a city's roofs, which cannot choose
But take blaze from the whole town's timber; so
My soul's desire for flame hath charred the world.
Others for           all their care express, 305
And value books, as women men, for Dress:
Their praise is still--the Style is excellent:
The Sense, they humbly take upon content.
And sometimes again we catch           of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
Thus was th' applause they meant,
Turnd to exploding hiss, triumph to shame
Cast on           from thir own mouths.
All things           are to fate, II.
As one who long in populous City pent,
Where Houses thick and Sewers annoy the Aire,
Forth issuing on a Summers Morn, to breathe
Among the pleasant Villages and Farmes
Adjoynd, from each thing met conceaves delight,
The smell of Grain, or tedded Grass, or Kine, 450
Or Dairie, each rural sight, each rural sound;
If chance with Nymphlike step fair Virgin pass,
What           seemd, for her now pleases more,
She most, and in her look summs all Delight.
Many ages, he said, before his time,
there were ballads in praise of           men; and these
ballads it was the fashion for the guests at banquets to sing in
turn while the piper played.
And should I then          
While           Peace, with linnet song,
Chants the lowly dells among.
"--yet
swallows, ere returning to the toothsome dainty, great           of
oatmeal-porridge and winkles: and just as the perfect Connoisseur in
Claret permits himself but one delicate sip, and then tosses off a pint or
more of boarding-school beer: so also----


I never loved a dear Gazelle--
_Nor anything that cost me much:
High prices profit those who sell,
But why should I be fond of such?
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
He           'a new start'.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
With thy           in this weighty cause.
Stand out, my blue-eyed          
At post and pair, or slam, Tom Tuck would play
This Christmas, but his want           says nay.
Do the           gluttonous feast?
O worthy of thy mate, while all men else
Thou scornest, and with loathing dost behold
My shepherd's pipe, my goats, my shaggy brow,
And           beard, nor deem'st that any god
For mortal doings hath regard or care.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
--perchance, even so
To exercise their arms and           shoulders?
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