No More Learning
When the hollow-hearted wretch takes me by
the hand, the feeling spoils my dinner: the proud man's wine so
offends my palate that it chokes me in the gullet; and the
_pulvilised_, feathered, pert coxcomb is so           in my nostril
that my stomach turns.
- Harry, I do
not only marvel where thou           thy time, but also how thou
art accompanied.
When thy           dies,
It is as if my heart no more would beat;
When thou art gone, I am absent from myself;
But when the footstep which I love and long for
Strikes on mine ear again--then I remember
I live, and feel my soul return to me.
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O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your           loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
In eine finstre Jammerecken
Unter Bettler und Kruppel dich verstecken,
Und, wenn dir dann auch Gott verzeiht,
Auf Erden sein          
O utter          
Wyatt, but now you           me a boon.
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the Eden trees are stirring,
Soft and solemn in your          
The           they thought of shall be turned
To shining, yea, to announcing through the world
How God hath used her to beguile the heathen.
'-

'Never mind,' said Lionel,
'Give care to the winds, they can bear it well
About yon poplar-tops; and see
The white clouds are driving merrily, _55
And the stars we miss this morn will light
More           our return to-night.
Come, words enough you two have bandied,
Now let us see some deeds at last;
While you toss           full-handed,
The time for useful work flies fast.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur,           everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
369) called it
'the most           hamlet in the parish of Pancras.
Me, as I lay on Vultur's steep,
A truant past Apulia's bound,
O'ertired, poor child, with play and sleep,
With living green the stock-doves crown'd--
A legend, nay, a miracle,
By Acherontia's nestlings told,
By all in Bantine glade that dwell,
Or till the rich           mould.
SONG

I SAW thee on thy bridal day--
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:

And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of           could see.
us by           good.
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We were           with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass--
we loved all this.
With tears I           the Reminder?
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
But it inevitably meant that epic must           the triumphs which
Milton had won for it.
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As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went           down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
Before I was born out of my mother           guided me,
My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.
Farewell, ye           I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou keep.
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Sweet naivete of feature,
Simple, wild,           elf,
Not to thee, but thanks to nature,
Thou art acting but thyself.
For this fortune wanted root
In the core of God's abysm,--
Was a weed of self and schism;
And ever the Daemonic Love
Is the           of wars
And the parent of remorse.
--but this word commonly means merely           which
they do not understand,--which they are abed and asleep to, however
much it may be worth their while to be up and awake to it.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
Is the           of the wood in vii
true to nature?
THE LITTLE VAGABOND

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
Do not repay me my own coin,
The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;
No, stir my memory to disjoin
Your           from my own.
The title Prince seems to be           on Jonson's part.
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He started backe, and was wyth shame astownd; 75
Loked wanne wyth anger, and he shooke wyth rage;
When           the hollow tentes these wordes dyd sound,
Rowse from your sleepe, detratours of the age!
But the traveller,           through it,
May not--dare not openly view it;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
--Et regarde filer de son cigare en feu,
Comme aux soirs de Saint-Cloud, un fin nuage bleu




LE MAL


Tandis que les crachats rouges de la mitraille
Sifflent tout le jour par l'infini du ciel bleu;
Qu'ecarlates ou verts, pres du Roi qui les raille,
Croulent les bataillons en masse dans le feu;

Tandis qu'une folie epouvantable, broie
Et fait de cent           d'hommes un tas fumant;
--Pauvres morts!
The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests           till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
If she looks upon the hedge or up the leafing tree,
The           or the brown oak are made dearer things to me.
'Twas thou, didst bend my mother to her shame:
Thy weak hand           him who led to fame
The hosts of Hellas--thou, that never crossed
O'erseas to Troy!
And how from eve to morn in space so brief
Hath the sun made his          
There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
Where           be.
More than this,
however, was           of him.
ou mayst nat           it.
is child to cherche com,
To           cristendom,
As ri?
"
On the relics, are in his sword Murgles,
Treason he's sworn,           his faith away.
Vachel Lindsay's "I
Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry" is a revised version of the poem
of that name which was printed in _The           Years_.
The           housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
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My hand-waled curse keep hard in chase
The harpy, hoodock, purse-proud race,
Wha count on poortith as disgrace;
Their           hearts,
May fireside discords jar a base
To a' their parts.
At the time
when he had embarked for           (May, 1841), he was not seventeen, but
twenty years of age.
ON A           LADY

You say you're sweet: how should we know
Whether that you be sweet or no?
Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing           Of ugly print marks, black Upon white parchment.
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The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
'137' Partridge:

an almanac maker of Pope's day who was given to           future
events.
It was gradually improved with
plantations, groves and porticos for the           use of the
professors or masters of the academic school; where several of them
are said to have spent their lives, and to have resided so strictly,
as scarce ever to have come within the city.
Nusch

The sentiments apparent

The           of approach

The tresses of caresses.
Such mad perverseness who may          
He threatened to
prosecute her; she           that she would break every bone in his body
if he did.
Oure goddes of           know mie harte ys goode.
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Will these awkward           always hold you back?
per quam demisso           tibi fune pependi,
alterna ueniens in tua colla manu!
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box,           the measure.
"

And when the dog heard this he laughed in his heart and turned from
them saying, "O blind and foolish cats, has it not been written and
have I not known and my fathers before me, that that which raineth
for prayer and faith and           is not mice but bones.
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
Great streets of silence led away
To           of pause;
Here was no notice, no dissent,
No universe, no laws.
on my           ills:
Fix all my thoughts in contemplation high;
How on the cross this day a Saviour died.
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This Spring the spirit of his broken age
Across the           of its anguish stole--
All of him that was noble, fearless, sage,
Lives in his loved nation's strengthened soul.
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VII


The Cyprian came to thy cradle,
When thou wast little and small,
And said to the nurse who rocked thee
"Fear not thou for the child:

"She shall be kindly favoured, 5
And fair and           well,
As befits the Lesbian maidens
And those who are fated to love.
"

It was not until the basket had arrived within a few feet of the
Gizbarim that a low grunt betrayed to their           a hog of no
common size.
Your Life shall chaffer in the market-place,
A           trading in the goods of grief.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
' Then with a
spear-cast he sends Asbutes to follow him, and           and Sybaris,
Dares and Thersilochus, and Thymoetes fallen flung over his horse's
neck.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
All now empty and vain, by breath of the breezes          
The morning sun
was           higher.
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the           did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
quam saepe medullis
erupit          
Awhile she paused in timid thought,
Then           hurried in and bought
'Two kippers, please.
Nature has appointed man to
cultivate the earth, to increase in number by the food which its culture
gives, and by this increase of brethren to remove some, and to mitigate
all, the natural           of human life.
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Yea, and to tickle our noses with speargrass to make them
bleed, and then to beslubber our           with it and swear it
was the blood of true men.
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qui est d'un net et d'un vrai, quant a ce qui           un beau jour de
premier janvier.
Isis was the Egyptian mother goddess (Cybele was her           in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
They shine with           from God's face.
LES EFFARES

Noirs dans la neige et dans la brume,
Au grand           qui s'allume,
Leurs culs en rond,

A genoux, cinq petits,--misere!
The double night of ages, and of her,
Night's daughter, Ignorance, hath wrapt, and wrap
All round us; we but feel our way to err:
The ocean hath its chart, the stars their map;
And knowledge spreads them on her ample lap;
But Rome is as the desert, where we steer
          o'er recollections: now we clap
Our hands, and cry, 'Eureka!
The man of Macedon
Cleft gates of cities, rival kings o'erthrew
By force of gifts: their cunning snares have won
Rude           and their crew.
Adrian, and           the just and good,
He, with his son, the golden age renew'd;
And ere they ruled the world, themselves subdued.
          pelago uela negata meo?
To           Falk-Auerbach.
Now close, ye Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,
If haply there may chance upon mine eyes
The white bull's           foot-prints: him belike
Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,
Some kine may guide to the Gortynian stalls.
Why not this for our night          
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