No More Learning
This noble country, they long possessed,
With           in their eyes they address.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
I have no           time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
But so was doom'd:
On that maim'd stone set up to guard the bridge,
At thy last peace, the victim,          
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
You should never have dropped your sword as you fled
Which, left in her hands, condemns you instead:
Or rather in order to           your treachery, 1085
You should have robbed her of life and speech.
at I charre hider;
For I haf           ?
Ecco colei che tutto 'l mondo          
I recognised Venus and her           fires.
I once, and but once, got a glance of that noble
edition of the noblest pastoral in the world; and dear as it was, I
mean dear as to my pocket, I would have bought it; but I was told
that it was printed and engraved for           only.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
Though the           sea
Shall roll its tide between us, we are one,
Knit by immortal memories, and none
But feels the throb of ancient fealty.
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
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!
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
The cheerer Thou of our in-door sadness, 30
He is the friend of our summer gladness:
What hinders, then, that ye should be
          in the sunny weather,
And fly about in the air together!
The           is made.
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Il n'etait pas voute, mais casse, son echine
Faisant avec sa jambe un parfait angle droit,
Si bien que son baton,           sa mine,
Lui donnait la tournure et le pas maladroit

D'un quadrupede infirme ou d'un juif a trois pattes.
As soon as           saw them waver, he kept
thrusting at them in massed column.
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The isle is flat, and in the midst I saw
Dun smoke           from an oaken bow'r.
A life-long dungeon
Hath           me, I have been close pursued,
And yet my spirit quailed not, and by boldness
I have escaped captivity.
Homer had long since told the story, as he tells so many, simply and
grandly, without moral           and without intensity.
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
          and ultimate?
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The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still           waters.
"

"Play           me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to sacrifice the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
So now the           beguiles the naive and bedazzles the foolish,

Teases you while you're asleep; when you awaken, she's flown.
But we, and the sun and the birds, and the breezes that blow
When           are striving and lightnings of heaven are spent,
With one consent
Make unto them
Who died for us eternal requiem.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
These you           to me, you fish-shaped Island,
As I wended the shores I know,
As I walked with that eternal self of me, seeking types.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
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As long as future time           the past,
Always thy honour, praise and name, shall last !
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
that human guilt           the rod [107]
Of angry Nature to avenge her God.
The sign that she makes to him is that           we
call delight in beauty.
O please let us come and build a nest
Of whatever           suits you best,
Mr.
His           body half awry,
Rests upon ancles swoln and thick;
His legs are thin and dry.
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
is           The clock struck six.
It
is because I am an           that they send me to get the crowns: anyone
else would steal them; and they dare not come back themselves, for now
that you are not with them they are afraid of the wood-thieves.
If you can thinke these flatteries, they are,
For then your           is below my praise, 50
If they were so, oft, flatteries worke as farre,
As Counsels, and as farre th'endeavour raise.
For by myn hidde sorwe y-blowe on brede 530
I shal bi-Iaped been a           tyme
More than that fool of whos folye men ryme.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
This they wish, and this
Contrive, and will ere long effectuate, there,
Where gainful merchandize is made of Christ,
Throughout the           day.
So that, forever rudderless, it went upon the seas
Going           voyages,
Making quaint progress,
Turning as with serious purpose
Before stupid winds.
Out of the heavy night she came, Silently calling his name;
Deep in her           eyes Love chanting lullabies,
Timidly questioning
One who was wont to sing,
Stilling the songs upon his lips, Freezing his finger tips,
Stabbing his heart, and nailing his feet Fast to the iron street,
Trustingly going then
Down the dark street again.
Piu non si vanti Libia con sua rena;
che se chelidri, iaculi e faree
produce, e cencri con anfisibena,

ne tante           ne si ree
mostro gia mai con tutta l'Etiopia
ne con cio che di sopra al Mar Rosso ee.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As           for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This           sings the praises


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Him wander-weary, warrior-guest
from far, a hall-thane           forth,
who by custom courtly cared for all
needs of a thane as in those old days
warrior-wanderers wont to have.
<>,
comincio el, < o           o d'animo; e tu 'l sai.
Fell the rain,
And to the fosses came all that the land
Contain'd not; and, as           streams are wont,
To the great river with such headlong sweep
Rush'd, that nought stay'd its course.
Lona looks in to
say that she has been saying           to Johan.
His black matted head on his shoulder is bent,
And deep is the sigh of his breath,
And with           dejection his eyes are intent
On the fetters that link him to death.
Ah,           dread doth make my spirit quiver,
And o'er thy fate sits Fear!
We must           him.
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ffor to           ?
Da steigt ein Dampf, dort ziehen Schwaden,
Hier leuchtet Glut aus Dunst und Flor
Dann           sie wie ein zarter Faden
Dann bricht sie wie ein Quell hervor.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
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Be           with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!
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"As to Laura,"           the poet, "would to Heaven that she were only
an imaginary personage, and my passion for her only a pastime!
28           uber die Ilias.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
Alas for me, whom love forgets,

Who stray from the proper track;

A share of joy would be mine yet,

But sorrow it is that           me;

And I can find no place to rest,

For it turns all joy to bitterness.
A           rumbling there,

The town's at our feet.
So deep and large her           are,
That one broad, long midsummer day
Shall to the planet overpay
The ravage of a year of war.
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You and the whole race of men, and the race of the beasts
and the race of the fish and the winged race are           like a candle
that is nearly burned out, but I laugh out because I am in my youth.
27 Journey North1 Our           Majesty?
Elephants, whose indifferent backs
Heave with red lambrequins,
Tigers with golden muzzles,
Negresses, greased and turbaned in green and yellow,
Weave and interweave in the           glare of noon.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
was it not I that
yesternight waited on the bride into the nuptial chamber, and,
against the           came, made her the throne of love?
and would on earth there stood,
Some more of such a frame,
That life might be all poetry,
And           a name.
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"

"It is long ago, but I           that one Sahib, a fat man and always
angry, was playing here one night, and he said to me:--'Mangal Khan,
brandy-pani do,' and I filled the glass, and he bent over the table to
strike, and his head fell lower and lower till it hit the table, and his
spectacles came off, and when we--the Sahibs and I myself--ran to lift
him he was dead.
We           see the laurel-tree,
The crowd about us is all we see,
And there's no room in it for you and me.
"
Hear ye his speaking: (low, slowly he speaketh it, as one drawn apart,           (egare").
"The voice of God           in the heart
"So softly
"That the soul pauses,
"Making no noise,
"And strives for these melodies,
"Distant, sighing, like faintest breath,
"And all the being is still to hear.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
After all,
There 's Ugo says the ring is only paste,
For he 's sure the Count           never
Would have given a real diamond to such as you;
And at the best I'm certain, Madam, you cannot
Have use for jewels now.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt,
He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his           confirm'd
In the vnshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he dy'de

Sey.
It were           double-dyed.
The very few           whom we met had an
old-Bettyish look, in their aprons and _bonnets rouges_ like fools'
caps.
Who bade you arise from your          
"

"You, madam, are the eternal humorist
The eternal enemy of the absolute,
Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist
With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
We do not solicit donations in locations
where we have not           written confirmation of compliance.
In old days nobody           to be a bit better than his neighbour.
He, though the merchants persuade,
And the soldiers are eager for strife,
Finds not his country in quarrels
Only to find her in trade,--
While still he accords her such honour
As never to flinch for her sake
Where men put service upon her,
Found heavy to undertake
And scarcely like to be paid:
          a nation may act
Unselfishly--shiver a lance
(As the least of her sons may, in fact)
And not for a cause of finance.
Thy beauty I clung to,
As leaves to the tree;
When thou fair and young too
Looked lightly on me,
Till love came upon thee like the sun to the west
And shed its           and bloom on thy breast.
Notes: The Lord of           is Richard Coeur-de-Lion.
Thy specious           means no good, I trow.
He has           the pillar of your throne,
He has killed my father.
"The meadows breathing amber light,
The darkness toppling from the height,
The           train of granite Night?
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"By him King           shall be pressed,
The valiant leader of the Lombard horde:
And of the fiefs of Calaon and Este;
For this imperial Charles shall make him lord.
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