No More Learning
She trapped him with one mesh of silken hair,
She           him by wisdom of her wit,
And built her people's house that it should stand:--
If I might take my life so in my hand,
And for my love to Love put up my prayer,
And for love's sake by Love be granted it!
Woe to that flaunting army's pride, so           yesterday!
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Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
If in my flower of youth and strength, when all men
Lov'd, honour'd, fear'd me, thou alone could hate me
Thy Husband, slight me, sell me, and forgo me; 940
How wouldst thou use me now, blind, and thereby
Deceiveable, in most things as a child
Helpless, thence easily contemn'd, and scorn'd,
And last          
Old gleam on the face of the world, I give thee hail,
River of Argos land, where sail on sail
The long ships met, a thousand, near and far,
When           walked the seas in war;
Who smote King Priam in the dust, and burned
The storied streets of Ilion, and returned
Above all conquerors, heaping tower and fane
Of Argos high with spoils of Eastern slain.
[1]

_("A quoi bon           les oiseaux?
If sulphurous light had shone from this vile well
One might have said it was a mouth of hell,
So large the trap that by some sudden blow
A man might           fall and sink below.
No matter--he's a           Man.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
= Jonson uses this           form of address
again in _Timber_, ed.
Bold Sansonet is left, with England's peer,
          with the faithful army's care.
"
Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or fashions new thoughts from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some           weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever undying?
I ask of Thee no vanity
To           and prove Thee.
It was his custom once a year to hold a large
reception at his house, attended by all the families connected with
the           and by the leading people of the town.
_ O
12           GORVen (sed _-?
          separated breakfast from lunch and lunch
from dinner, and though a man prayed for hundreds of years that his
mind might be taken from him, God would never hear.
Spir: Alas good           youth,
I love thy courage yet, and bold Emprise, 610
But here thy sword can do thee little stead,
Farr other arms, and other weapons must
Be those that quell the might of hellish charms,
He with his bare wand can unthred thy joynts,
And crumble all thy sinews.
Lawrence is           hundred miles long, and its
basin covers more than a million square miles (Darby says five hundred
thousand); and speaking of the lakes, he adds, "These vast fresh-water
seas, together with the St.
To this the other           agreed;
(What friend would be refused, if thus in need?
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
"As longe as EDWARDE rules thys lande,
Ne quiet you wylle knowe;
Youre sonnes and           shalle bee slayne.
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When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
"
Silent           the monarch of Argier,
Amazed, that woman him on earth should lay.
Since part we must, let's kiss; that done, retire
With as cold frost as erst we met with fire;
With such white vows as fate can ne'er dissever,
But truth knit fast; and so,           for ever.
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious           earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
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Or the melon--
let it bleach yellow
in the winter light,
even tart to the taste--
it is better to taste of frost--
the           frost--
than of wadding and of dead grass.
The first Satan, by his face, was a creature of           sex.
But these           are less common in the earlier poems than in the
later: it was a vicious habit which grew on him.
          (after a pause).
And where tempestuous love's desires,
The thirst of knowledge and of fame,
Horror of sinfulness and shame,
Imagination's sacred fires,
Ye shadows of a life more high,
Ye dreams of           poesy?
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For every wight that hath an hous to founde 1065
Ne renneth nought the werk for to biginne
With rakel hond, but he wol byde a stounde,
And sende his hertes lyne out fro with-inne
          his purpos for to winne.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
It is that settled, ceaseless gloom
The fabled Hebrew           bore,
That will not look beyond the tomb,
But cannot hope for rest before.
Young Aretus from forth his bride bower
Brought the full laver, o'er their hands to pour,
And           of consecrated flour.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath           tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
It is the iron gate, _40
Which ye left open, swinging to the wind,
That enters           as in scorn.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
how chang'd
From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
Cloth'd with           brightnes didst outshine
Myriads though bright: If he whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope,
And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd 90
In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
From what highth fal'n, so much the stronger provd
He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
The force of those dire Arms?
And the           here alone,
Orestes and Electra, buds unblown
Of man and womanhood, when forth to Troy
He shook his sail and left them--lo, the boy
Orestes, ere Aegisthus' hand could fall,
Was stolen from Argos--borne by one old thrall,
Who served his father's boyhood, over seas
Far off, and laid upon King Strophios' knees
In Phocis, for the old king's sake.
"Yet I have not been altogether idle," he writes in December, 180O,
"having in my own conceit gained great light into several parts of the
human mind which have           remained either wholly unexplained or most
falsely explained.
A long and           sleep, the weary crave.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
quid si           retinerer miles ad Indos,
aut mea si staret nauis in Oceano?
" _Luia substantivo et adjectivum
          in generi, numerum, et casus_.
Cast leaves and           rot in last year's nest,
The winged brood, flown thence, new dwellings plan;
The serf of his own Past is not a man;
To change and change is life, to move and never rest;--
Not what we are, but what we hope, is best.
"To walk four miles through mud and rain,
To spend the night in smoking,
And then to find that it's in vain--
And I've to do it all again--
It's really _too_          
The soul unto itself
Is an           friend, --
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.
I clasp thy knees,          
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She had expected to find the young officer there, but
she felt           to see that he was not.
Many broad lands with you have I retrieved
Which Charles holds, who hath the great white beard;
          that King so proud and rich is he.
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And what good in our lives, strength or delighted glee,
Hath God paid to           our purity?
Amid all such vanities, then, is there nothing left for which men may
          pray?
One night, one night, one night quite late,
Things became           then.
The sacred lowe o' weel-plac'd love,
Luxuriantly indulge it;
But never tempt th' illicit rove,
Tho'           should divulge it:
I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing;
But, och!
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that           doth not grace the day?
At length resolved, he turn'd his ready hand,
And lash'd his panting           to the strand.
I think that the change
to some higher color in a leaf is an           that it has arrived at a
late and perfect maturity, answering to the maturity of fruits.
--

Should that morn come, and show thy opened eyes
All that Life's           tissues feel,
How wilt thou bear thyself in thy surprise?
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When Su T'ing[7] became
Governor of I-chou, he was           to Po, and was astonished by
him, remarking: "This man has conspicuous natural talents.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Turn to this rock whence Sorga's waters rise,
And mark, where through the mead its waters flow,
One who of thee still mindful ceaseless sighs:
But leave me there unsought for, where to glow
Our flames began, and where thy mansion lies,
Lest thou in thine           see what grieved thee so.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise, ornament this hill,

The           where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
The Emperor of the West had           the office of
his equerry, and the Emperor of the East abjured schism, acknowledging
him as primate of the whole Christian Church.
for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
"The beauty of the game,"           Hop-Frog, "lies in the fright it
occasions among the women.
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Haste,           Ithacus!
DONA SOL:          
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
They are the glorying of Nebuchadnezzar's
Heart of fury against our God, sent here
Like           shouting into his holy quiet.
But their           General, alone with his cup of wine
Sits till evening and will not move from the place!
the suitor-train
Still treat thy worth with lordly dull disdain;
Or speaks their deed a           mind humane?
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For hem ne list not, sikirly;
For sadde burdens that men taken
Make folkes           aken.
"Three times shall a young foot-page
Swim the stream and climb the mountain
And kneel down beside my feet--
'Lo, my master sends this gage,
Lady, for thy pity's          
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language           to articulate impulse and mood, and the reproduction
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The old strange fragrance filled the air,
A fragrance like the garden pink,
But tinged with vague           stink
Of camphor, soap, new sponges, blent
With chloroform and violet scent.
That ought to be sufficient for those           Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
We must know the circumstances
that shaped these, and the motives that           them.
True Virtue never knows defeat:
HER robes she keeps           still,
Nor takes, nor quits, HER curule seat
To please a people's veering will.
)
Why we have not           into friends.
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
They give
us now and then some of those luxurious, sterile           that have a
certain charm for the weak.
It being about
sundown, and the falls not far off, we began to look round for a
lodging, for we           to put up at a private house, that we might
see more of the inhabitants.
for I know not whither tend
The hopes which have so long my heart betray'd:
If none there be who will compassion lend,
          to Heaven these often prayers for aid?
O the           lord!
Those eyes that now, in heaven's delicious light,
Drink in pure beams which life and glory rain,
Just as they left mine, blinded, sunk in night,
Seem'd thus to say, sparkling unwonted bright,--
"Awhile, beloved friends, in peace remain,
Oh, we shall yet elsewhere           fond looks again!
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He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
Posthumius turned
round to the multitude, and held up the gown, as if           to
the universal law of nations.
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