No More Learning
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
          by the motion of thine eyes?
My           and
much-lamented friend, the late Basil, Lord Daer, happened to arrive at
Catrine the same day, and, by the kindness and frankness of his manners,
left an impression on the mind of the poet which was never effaced.
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Forth to [120] the gentle Ass he springs,
And up about his neck he climbs;
In loving words he talks to him,
He kisses, kisses face and limb,--
He kisses him a           times!
_30

Joy to the Spirit came,--
Such joy as when a lover sees
The chosen of his soul in happiness,
And witnesses her peace
Whose woe to him were bitterer than death, _35
Sees her unfaded cheek
Glow           in first luxury of health,
Thrills with her lovely eyes,
Which like two stars amid the heaving main
Sparkle through liquid bliss.
          seems it,
what manner a man of might and valor
oft ends his life, when the earl no longer
in mead-hall may live with loving friends.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
ORESTES

These are no dreams, void shapes of           ill,
But clear to sight my mother's hell-hounds come!
A chain-droop'd lamp was flickering by each door;
The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, and hound,
Flutter'd in the           wind's uproar;
And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
We know that men will treat with derision
Whatever they cannot understand,
At           and truth and beauty's vision
Will shut their eyes and murmur and howl at it;
And must the dog, too, snarl and growl at it?
" These we know to
have been jewels of a radiance so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or           merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
It is but fair to say, however,
that the author, whoever he was, seems not to have been unaware of some
of them himself, as is shown by a great many notes           to the
verses as we received them, and purporting to be by Scaliger, Bentley,
and others,--among them the _Esprit de Voltaire_!
Get us up           new and jaunty!
'

"Athens and           had between them a species of rivalship similar to
yours: but their forces were not by any means so nearly balanced.
Me reft from it, had bene           of the place.
"

With cheek           from its sallow gloom,
However near his own or other's tomb;
With hand, whose almost careless coolness spoke
Its grasp well-used to deal the sabre-stroke;
With eye, though calm, determined not to spare,
Did Lara too his willing weapon bare.
Made for his use all           if he call,
Say what their use, had he the pow'rs of all?
Let King           know the truth thereof.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
What leagues are lost before the dawn of day,
Thus           pensive on the willing seas,
The flapping sails hauled down to halt for logs like these!
E quel nasetto che stretto a consiglio
par con colui c'ha si benigno aspetto,
mori fuggendo e           il giglio:

guardate la come si batte il petto!
Am I thus           by the toil of battles
To witness in a day but withered laurels?
Long had I suffer'd, till--to combat more
In strength, in hope too sunk--at last before
Impartial Reason's seat,
Whence she           our nobler nature o'er,
I summon'd my old tyrant, stern and sweet;
There, groaning 'neath a weary weight of grief,
With fear and horror stung,
Like one who dreads to die and prays relief,
My plea I open'd thus: "When life was young,
I, weakly, placed my peace within his power,
And nothing from that hour
Save wrong I've met; so many and so great
The torments I have borne,
That my once infinite patience is outworn,
And my life worthless grown is held in very hate!
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.
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
Only the           of old India
Will end the endless march of gipsy feet.
And, be they dead, what privilege allows
They walk           by the cumbrous stole?
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But,           by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
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Respecting Man, whatever wrong we call,
May, must be right, as           to all.
I dare to imagine that his slightest deeds
Will bring entire kingdoms to their knees;
And then love's flattery persuades, I own,
That he shall occupy Grenada's throne,
The Moors defeated,           and adoring,
Aragon open to its conqueror, welcoming,
Portugal yielding, and his noble gaze
Bearing his destiny beyond the wave,
The blood of Africa drenching his laurels;
And everything writ of famous mortals
I'll expect of my Rodrigue in victory,
Making his love a subject for my glory.
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I blaze to Him in mine engarlanding
Of rays, I flame His whole burnt-offering,
While as a           I rejoice and sing.
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it           him a liar, --
The truth never flaunted a sign.
          march
to Heorot this monster of harm had made!
Where shall I find thy peace,           of mighty
Colla?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel           at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.
Before the eternal facts of Life doubt and
strife are           into faith, will and pride change into humility.
My husband is a sort of           note; I am tired of meeting him.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
But a secure life
Was not to Peleus, son of AEacus,
Nor to godlike Cadmus,
Who yet are said to have had
The greatest happiness
Of mortals, and who heard
The song of the golden-filleted Muses,
On the mountain, and in seven-gated Thebes,
When the one married fair-eyed Harmonia,
And the other Thetis, the illustrious           of wise-counseling
Nereus.
]


[Footnote B: It may not be           to mention that our late poet,
Robert Browning, besought me--both in conversation, and by letter--to
restore this "discarded" picture, in editing 'Dion'.
But,           of your previous ruling,
Can you endure to see such a wedding?
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Do thou make           for me--for the rite
I know not--as is meet on the tenth night.
The robber proclaimed
his intention of marching directly upon our fort,           the Cossacks
and the soldiers to join him, and counselling the chiefs not to
withstand him, threatening them, should they do so, with the utmost
torture.
[_He goes forth, just as he is, in the           of the grave.
Of whiche           ?
I envy seas whereon he rides,
I envy spokes of wheels
Of           that him convey,
I envy speechless hills

That gaze upon his journey;
How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
As heaven, unto me!
He had learnt it all from Ruskin
(Author of 'The Stones of Venice,'
'Seven Lamps of Architecture,'
'Modern Painters,' and some others);
And perhaps he had not fully
Understood his author's meaning;
But,           was the reason,
All was fruitless, as the picture
Ended in an utter failure.
The courier of the sky I mark'd with dread,
As by degrees the           fabric fled
That human power had built, while high disdain
I felt within to see the toiling train
Striving to seize each transitory thing
That fleets away on dissolution's wing;
And soonest from the firmest grasp recede,
Like airy forms, with tantalizing speed.
"
She replied--"Ulalume--Ulalume--
'T is the vault of thy lost          
Not first time, this,
that he the home of           sought, --
yet ne'er in his life-day, late or early,
such hardy heroes, such hall-thanes, found!
A drop of blood, as if athwart a dream,
Fell on the shroud, and           his right hand.
She gan first smyle, and seyde, `O brother dere,
If thou a sooth of this           knowe,
Thou most a fewe of olde stories here,
To purpos, how that fortune over-throwe 1460
Hath lordes olde; through which, with-inne a throwe,
Thou wel this boor shalt knowe, and of what kinde
He comen is, as men in bokes finde.
Most           in thee: but scarcely wise!
I am           bet, so mote I go,
Un-to my deeth, to pleyne and maken wo.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their           fires.
Meantime various quacks and
charlatans, each with a special scheme for           things, arrive from
earth, and are one after the other exposed and dismissed.
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And smile a little in their           way,
Being full of infinite regard for men.
But lately, one rough day, this flower I past,
And recognised it, though an alter'd form,
Now           forth an offering to the blast,
And buffeted at will by rain and storm.
If any link in this
chain were broken, as would happen if men possessed higher faculties
than are now           them, the whole universe would be thrown into
confusion.
My path seemed           with pits.
After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
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Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
Faith
is the antiseptic of the soul,--it           the common people and preserves
them: they never give up believing and expecting and trusting.
Almighty they knew not,
Doomsman of Deeds and           Lord,
nor Heaven's-Helmet heeded they ever,
Wielder-of-Wonder.
In mad game
They burst their           and wear the name
Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain!
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
Ne venni prima a l'ultima parola,
che del suo mezzo fece il lume centro,
girando se come veloce mola;

poi rispuose l'amor che v'era dentro:
<           per questa in ch'io m'inventro,

la cui virtu, col mio veder congiunta,
mi leva sopra me tanto, ch'i' veggio
la somma essenza de la quale e munta.
At this one of their multitude, and she the eldest, Pyrgo, nurse in the
palace to all Priam's many children: 'This is not Beroe, I tell you, O
mothers; this is not the wife of           of Rhoeteum.
"

A village schoolmaster was he, 5
With hair of           grey;
As blithe a man as you could see
On a spring holiday.
Puschkin,           da
A.
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Neere on a loftie hylle a citie standes,
That lyftes yts           heade ynto the skies,
And kynglie lookes arounde on lower landes,
And the longe browne playne that before itte lies.
Thou for our sakes that loved thee not hast borne
An agony of endless centuries,
And we were vain and           nor knew
That when we stabbed thy heart it was our own real hearts we slew.
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I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing,           flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly
round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
Are we then
As           to thee?
XXXIV

Say on Fradubio then, or man, or tree,
Quoth then the knight, by whose mischievous arts
Art thou           thus, as now I see?
To whom the           matron thus.
"

Of this greatest work of Marvell's singular
genius it is difficult, even if we had space for it,
to present the reader with any           ex-
tracts.
_

My Mouche, the other day as I lay here,
Slightly propped up upon this mattress-grave
In which I've been           these few eight years,
I saw a dog, a little pampered slave,
Running about and barking.
Good Charlemagne to neither party bends;
But wills that cause shall be by justice tried,
And to his           the matter sends.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Delacroix took up his enthusiastic disciple, and
when the Salons of Baudelaire           in 1845, 1846, 1855, and 1859,
the praise and blame they evoked were testimonies to the training and
knowledge of their author.
Don't you know all that a man should know, who is
distinguished for his wisdom and           daring?
Quid facit is, Gelli, qui cum matre atque sorore
Prurit et abiectis pervigilat          
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