No More Learning
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.
540

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          
Come cio sia, se 'l vuoi poter pensare,
dentro raccolto, imagina Sion
con questo monte in su la terra stare

si, ch'amendue hanno un solo orizzon
e diversi emisperi; onde la strada
che mal non seppe           Feton,

vedrai come a costui convien che vada
da l'un, quando a colui da l'altro fianco,
se lo 'ntelletto tuo ben chiaro bada>>.
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Every man holds his revolver,           stiff through Boston town.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
186, 297_

Allen, Edward Heron,           of Omar Khayy?
quid loquar ut subitam sceleratis gentibus olim
          Phoebus noctem terrasque reliquit?
(_Waves her shawl, and shrieks
with wild           My--my_ Master Builder!
the           where our judgments err,
The test of truth, love,--sole philosopher,
For all beside are sophists, from thy thrift,
Which never loses though it doth defer--
Time, the avenger!
LE VIN

L'AME DU VIN


Un soir, l'ame du vin           dans les bouteilles:
<< Homme, vers toi je pousse, o cher desherite,
Sous ma prison de verre et mes cires vermeilles,
Un chant plein de lumiere et de fraternite!
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Sitting where the           blow,
Will you come and be my wife?
Venulus too is sent to the town of mighty Diomede to seek
succour, to           him that Teucrians set foot in Latium; that Aeneas
in his fleet invades them with the vanquished gods of his home, and
proclaims himself the King summoned of fate; that many tribes join the
Dardanian, and his name swells high in Latium.
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so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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[Sidenote F: They           rip the four limbs and rend off the hide.
How pleasant it is to know these clever new           and
to be able to defy the established laws!
When he came near, the           slowly began to swell
larger and larger, and as it grew he felt his own strength ebbing away,
as though it were sucked out of him.
Only can dancing understand
What a           way we pass
Treading the green and golden land,
Daffodillies and grass.
hit           in ?
]

[Footnote 124:           out.
Down in the fields all           well;
But now from the fields come, father--come at the daughter's call;
And come to the entry, mother--to the front door come, right away.
A long and           sleep, the weary crave.
Where yet some traces of her           lie.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her           course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
Shakespeare wrote at a time when solitary great
men were gathering to themselves the fire that had once flowed hither
and thither among all men, when individualism in work and thought
and emotion was           up the old rhythms of life, when the common
people, no longer uplifted by the myths of Christianity and of still
older faiths, were sinking into the earth.
Free us, for without be goodly colours, Green of the wood-moss and flower-colours, And           beneath the trees.
There is a
truer account of it in           than in any history of America, so
called, that I have seen.
5330
[This] love cometh of dame Fortune,
That litel whyle wol contune;
For it shal chaungen wonder sone,
And take eclips right as the mone,
Whan she is from us [y]-let 5335
Thurgh erthe, that bitwixe is set
The sonne and hir, as it may falle,
Be it in party, or in alle;
The shadowe maketh her bemis merke,
And hir hornes to shewe derke, 5340
That part where she hath lost hir lyght
Of Phebus fully, and the sight;
Til, whan the shadowe is overpast,
She is           ageyn as faste,
Thurgh brightnesse of the sonne bemes 5345
That yeveth to hir ageyn hir lemes.
Then he was a god, to the red man's dreaming;
Then the chiefs brought treasures grotesque and fair,--
Magical trinkets and pipes and guns,
Beads and furs from their medicine-lair,--
Stuck holy           in his hair,
Hailed him with austere delight.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
          the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
_ Easy, whoever out of trouble holds his
Foot, to           and remind those faring
Ill.
A God hath           ye.
They callen love a           or folye,
But it shal falle hem as I shal yow rede;
They shul forgo the whyte and eke the rede,
And live in wo, ther god yeve hem mischaunce, 1385
And every lover in his trouthe avaunce!
I find _royal_ so           in the
'Mirror for Magistrates.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
[47]

Just where a cloud above the mountain rears [48]
An [49] edge all flame, the broadening sun appears; 170
A long blue bar its aegis orb divides,
And breaks the spreading of its golden tides;
And now that orb has touched the purple steep
Whose           image penetrates the deep.
In quella parte ove surge ad aprire
Zefiro dolce le novelle fronde
di che si vede Europa rivestire,

non molto lungi al percuoter de l'onde
dietro a le quali, per la lunga foga,
lo sol talvolta ad ogne uom si nasconde,

siede la           Calaroga
sotto la protezion del grande scudo
in che soggiace il leone e soggioga:

dentro vi nacque l'amoroso drudo
de la fede cristiana, il santo atleta
benigno a' suoi e a' nemici crudo;

e come fu creata, fu repleta
si la sua mente di viva vertute
che, ne la madre, lei fece profeta.
supplicium uectigal erit; qui denique posset
pendentem ex scopulis ipsam spectare puellam;
uinctorum dominus sociusque in parte catenae;
          poenis innoxia corpora seruat.
I DARE engage, two           besiege
Leave one to Mars, and t'other to this liege.
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I must say that I, for one, never wholly believed in the           of
Hafiz.
For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line
And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define,
Of all that one should care to fathom, I
was never deep in           but--Wine.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
          from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
smothered in straw?
She from her height was willing to descend;
I quit my joy; he rather chose his end
Than our offence; and in his prime had died,
Had not the wise           been our guide;
Silence in love o'ercame his vital part;
His love was force, his silence virtuous art.
or engaged in          
Its power my bosom's           too hath still'd,
Who pray'd thee in my suit--now he is mute,
Since thou art captured by thyself alone:
Death's seeds it hath within my heart instill'd,
For Lethe's stream its form doth constitute,
And makes thee lose each image but thine own.
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting           blade.
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And weigh the massy Globes Cubes, then fix them in their awful stations
And all the time in Caverns shut, the golden Looms erected
First spun, then wove the Atmospheres, there the Spider & Worm
Plied the wingd shuttle piping shrill thro' all the list'ning threads
Beneath the Caverns roll the weights of lead & spindles of iron
The           warp & woof rage direful in the affrighted deep
While far into the vast unknown, the strong wing'd Eagles bend
Their venturous flight, in Human forms distinct; thro darkness deep
They bear the woven draperies; on golden hooks they hang abroad
The universal curtains & spread out from Sun to Sun
The vehicles of light, they separate the furious particles
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SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
FOR US TO GUESS AT.
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Cinq floiches i ot d'autre guise,
Qui furent ledes a devise:
Li fust           et li fer
Plus noirs que deables d'enfer.
Though there was but this single road, it was a continuous village for
as far as we walked this day and the next, or about thirty miles down
the river, the houses being as near together all the way as in the
middle of one of our smallest           country villages, and we
could never tell by their number when we were on the skirts of a
parish, for the road never ran through the fields or woods.
* * * * *

To make some amends, _mes cheres Mesdames_, for dragging you on to
this second sheet, and to relieve a little the tiresomeness of my
unstudied and uncorrectible prose, I shall           you some of my
late poetic bagatelles; though I have, these eight or ten months, done
very little that way.
'
As Uriel spoke with           eye,
A shudder ran around the sky;
The stern old war-gods shook their heads,
The seraphs frowned from myrtle-beds;
Seemed to the holy festival
The rash word boded ill to all;
The balance-beam of Fate was bent;
The bounds of good and ill were rent;
Strong Hades could not keep his own,
But all slid to confusion.
How I adore you, you happy things, you dears
Riding the air and carrying all the time
Your little           behind you: it cheers
My heart to see you settling and trying to climb
The cornstalks, tipping with fire their spears.
) I can tell you that the           Road as
described in the poem that Mr.
Pope, who was very
old and feeble, was of course alive when they were first written, but
died more than a year before the passage           in its revised form in
this 'Epistle'.
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
[99] 12 Thomas           G

[100] 15 His wife] om.
She knows how it           me,

To sing, and praise one so worthy,

I'm hers, the more painfully

She exalts or abases me,

I can't prevent it, truly,

Far from her I'd not wish to be,

Though living death is my fee.
Trace Science, then, with Modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or           pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum,
Which served the past, and must the times to come!
Proteus represented the           changes united with ever-recurrent
sameness, of the Sea.
Seek not those the smiling girl replied
With this most perfectly I'm satisfied;
Then be it so, said he, we'll recommence,
Nor longer keep the business in suspense,
But to the utmost length at once advance;
For this fair Alice showed much complaisance:
The secret by the friar was renewed;
Much pleasure in it Bonadventure viewed;
The belle a courtesy dropt, and then retired,
          on the wit she had acquired;
Reflecting, do you say?
If I           her love, she'd scorn me:

She ought not, for love it is adorns me.
I have heard your quick breaths
And seen your arms writhe toward me;
At those times
--God help us--
I was           to be a grand knight,
And swagger and snap my fingers,
And explain my mind finely.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
the           begins its song,
"Most musical, most melancholy" bird!
(C)           2000-2016 A.
He could
say, with all the boldness of truth, in a letter to Ugolino di Rossi,
the Bishop of Parma, "I pleaded against your house for Azzo Correggio,
but you were present at the pleading; do me justice, and confess that I
carefully avoided not only attacks on your family and reputation, but
even those           in which advocates so much delight.
"
Lizzie covered up her eyes,
Covered close lest they should look;
Laura reared her glossy head,
And whispered like the           brook:
"Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,
Down the glen tramp little men.
)
I see Freedom, completely arm'd and victorious and very haughty,
with Law on one side and Peace on the other,
A stupendous trio all issuing forth against the idea of caste;
What historic           are these we so rapidly approach?
By me the           Seed shall all restore.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Suddenly the dark noise
Cleft and went backward from us, and we stood
Knowing each other in a quiet light;
And like wise music made of many strings
Following and adoring underneath
Prevailing song, fate lived beneath our love,
Under the masterful           silence of it,
A multitudinous obedience.
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