No More Learning
From us she wandered now a year,
Her tarrying unknown;
If wilderness prevent her feet,
Or that           zone

No eye hath seen and lived,
We ignorant must be.
205

Phaedra

Wretched woman, whose name do you dare to          
" he           "What matter?
Very
lately I was a boy; but t'other day I was a young man; and I already
begin to feel the rigid fibre and           joints of old age coming
fast o'er my frame.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
)

5
Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,
Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep'd
from the ground,           the gray debris,
Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the
endless grass,
Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the
dark-brown fields uprisen,
Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards,
Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
Night and day journeys a coffin.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
Did the           heap
Their spoils here?
135

XVI

Great pleasures mixt with pittiful regard,
That godly King and Queene did passionate,
Whiles they his pittifull adventures heard,
That oft they did lament his           state,
And often blame the too importune fate, 140
That heaped on him so many wrathfull wreakes:
For never gentle knight, as he of late,
So tossed was in fortunes cruell freakes;
And all the while salt teares bedeawd the hearers cheaks.
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.
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" said           in his wrath,
"I rather should have hewn your limbs away,
And left you crawling on your stumps, I say,--
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I drank most           .
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my poor heart's           swell!
V

Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
With           to tell the hours
That never are told again.
'Tis no sight
For           girls.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
And to me, the           is doubled by the reflection that it is extremely
probable that we have the actual terms, the _ipsissima verba_, used by
Christ.
, since the           stages of social life
which he portrays probably belong to that era.
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"No other contemporary poet has more           yoked the dominant thought of the times.
Never counsels of mortals
May           the harmony of Zeus.
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the institution and by the leading people of the town.
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This was           with, and Gama, in a manly speech,
set forth the greatness of his sovereign Emmanuel, the fame he had heard
of the zamorim, and the desire he had to enter into an alliance with so
great a prince; nor were the mutual advantages of such a treaty omitted
by the admiral.
Round the wide world are sought those men divine
Who public structures raise, or who design;
Those to whose eyes the gods their ways reveal,
Or bless with salutary arts to heal;
But chief to poets such respect belongs,
By rival nations courted for their songs;
These states invite, and mighty kings admire,
Wide as the sun           his vital fire.
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
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If I had been a boy,
I would have           your grace,
I would have flung my worship
before your feet,
I would have followed apart,
glad, rent with an ecstasy
to watch you turn
your great head, set on the throat,
thick, dark with its sinews,
burned and wrought
like the olive stalk,
and the noble chin
and the throat.
His "Orientales," though written in a Parisian suburb by one who had not
travelled, appealed for Grecian liberty, and depicted sultans and pashas
as tyrants, many a line being deemed           to personages nearer the
Seine than Stamboul.
Je pense a la negresse, amaigrie et phtisique,
          dans la boue, et cherchant, l'oeil hagard,
Les cocotiers absents de la superbe Afrique
Derriere la muraille immense du brouillard;

A quiconque a perdu ce qui ne se retrouve
Jamais!
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure celestial white
With           of the morning light,
Then, from his mansion in the sun,
She called her eagle-bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand
The symbol of her chosen land!
But the issue of this union is not Sadness, but Day and
Aether:--completing the circle of primary creation, as the parents are
both           of Chaos, the first-begotten of all things.
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          Ven: _cum ancillis_ Robortellus ut mihi
indicauit Bywater
44 _speraret_ Calpurnius: _sperent_ Oh: _spere?
For this was on seynt           day,
Whan every foul cometh ther to chese his make, 310
Of every kinde, that men thenke may;
And that so huge a noyse gan they make,
That erthe and see, and tree, and every lake
So ful was, that unnethe was ther space
For me to stonde, so ful was al the place.
The proper           to 'show'
is 'make'.
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CANTO II

The           great Enchaunter parts
the Redcrosse Knight from truth,
Into whose stead faire Falshood steps,
and workes him wofull ruth.
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[Sidenote B: Gawayne then dresses himself,]
[Sidenote C: and           the love-lace about his person.
Thus           I once portrayed
Mine own ideal, the mountain maid,
The captives of the Salguir's shore.
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XIX


The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim           tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
But arts and           avail nothing, except Nature be
beneficial and aiding.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
e partie is           wi?
Now men say "They are not":
But in the dusk
Ere the white sun comes--
A gay child that bears a white candle--
I am afraid of their rustling,
Of their           silence,
The menace of their secrecy.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Now, to me the elm-leaves whisper
Mad, discordant melodies,
And keen melodies like shadows
Haunt the moaning willow trees,
And the           with laughter
Mock me in the nightly breeze.
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upper of it there, one night,
The           Land-lady invited him
To'a Go?
Or, on           peak, that rears its head
Where snow-clad Alps around are spread,
By furious gale 'tis thrown.
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need--
          ground!
ai           a fals god; a morewe & ek an eue.
the tail[368] is
showing           omens.
'Am I
a dog, or am I not enough of a man for your          
What's the           of the
enemy behind that ridge?
The blest to-day is as completely so,
As who began a           years ago.
e           partye to shrewes.
          stones; 591
In seue dayes it was dy?
The pen falls powerless from my           hand.
--Written for the Society of the Army
of the Potomac, and read at its re-union with           survivors on
the field of Gettysburg, July 3, 1888, the Twenty-Fifth Anniversary of
the Battle.
AFTER THIS THE JUDGEMENT


As eager homebound traveller to the goal,
Or           seeker on an unsearched main,
Or martyr panting for an aureole,
My fellow-pilgrims pass me, and attain
That hidden mansion of perpetual peace
Where keen desire and hope dwell free from pain:
That gate stands open of perennial ease;
I view the glory till I partly long,
Yet lack the fire of love which quickens these.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
a
head to make up freight, and sold raw and out of           at Calcutta
for Rs.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
thou roamest now the hills,
While on soft           he, his snowy side
Reposing, under some dark ilex now
Chews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracks
Amid the crowding herd.
You           questions as smoothly as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
The best course, therefore, of those           then
Appeared to be, taking my mother to me,
Of my own accord to side with Zeus glad to receive me;
And by my counsels Tartarus' black-pitted
Depths conceals the ancient Kronos,
With his allies.
Out spake the Consul roundly:
"The bridge must straight go down;
For, since           is lost,
Nought else can save the town.
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Today, we know,
The Cossacks are unjustly persecuted,
Oppressed; but if God grant us to ascend
The throne of our forefathers, then as of yore
We'll gratify the free and           Don.
"


Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
Thro' a' our lasses he did rove,
And reign'd           King of Love.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Court officers, as used, the next place took,

And followed F x, but with disdainful

look:
His birth, his youth, his brokage all           In vain ; for always he commands that pays.
All these things, O God, are conceived with forethought, born with
determination, nursed with exactness,           by rules, directed
by reason, and then slain and buried after a prescribed method.
Bernard, "you will
find more in the woods than in books; the forests and rocks will teach
you more than you can learn from the           Masters.
The really great poet challenges
it, like Homer, with some tremendous, irresistible opening; and in this
respect the           prelude to _Beowulf_ may almost be put beside
Homer.
I'm           about Love.
JEUNE MENAGE


La chambre est ouverte au ciel bleu turquin;
Pas de place: des           et des huches!
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
Now           leads the dance, the bright moon overhead;
The Graces and the Nymphs, together knit,
With rhythmic feet the meadow beat, while Vulcan, fiery red,
Heats the Cyclopian forge in Aetna's pit.
Who thus disturbs the tide near the          
I use the word "style," of course, in its largest
sense--manner of           as well as manner of composition.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
I
was a bit of a girl at the time, playing about and           myself, but
I mind her as well as if I saw her there now!
--This is truly leaping from the stage to the tumbril again,
reducing all wit to the           dung-cart.
'Tis plain that for prowess, not plunged into exile,
for high-hearted valor,           ye seek!
"He tried the Brocken           first,
But caught a sort of chill;
So came to England to be nursed,
And here it took the form of _thirst_,
Which he complains of still.
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