No More Learning
Alive in you is           now,
But fed and rejoicing; I have filled your hunger.
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Come 'l bue cicilian che mugghio prima
col pianto di colui, e cio fu dritto,
che l'avea temperato con sua lima,

mugghiava con la voce de l'afflitto,
si che, con tutto che fosse di rame,
pur el pareva dal dolor trafitto;

cosi, per non aver via ne forame
dal           nel foco, in suo linguaggio
si convertian le parole grame.
I'll make my           my lord and lady,

Whatever may be the outcome now,

For I drank that secret love, fatally,

And must love you evermore, I vow.
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THE           meadows beckoned.
what boots it to          
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips           you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
STRENGTH

Ay--but how           our Sire's command?
Note the
Elizabethan           of the goddess Fortune in xxxi.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
The people _will           the nobles, and the result is a thorough
diffusion of the proper feeling.
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Every thing does seem to vie
Which should first attract thine eye :
But since none           that grace,
In this crystal view thy face.
Now he           him
To tell it o'er.
Then public praise does run upon the stone,
For a most rich, a rare, a           one.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
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There was a hound of Hindustan had struck a Euzufzai,
          they spat upon his face and led him out to die.
[271] Nature had divided the Piraeus into three basins--Cantharos,
Aphrodisium and Zea; [Greek:           is Greek for a dung-beetle.
Even the affairs of private men suffer when recreation is           to
business.
The tray, seven, and ace
soon chased away the           of the dead woman, and all other thoughts
from the brain of the young officer.
Written for the Art           during the Irish Famine, 1880.
AT THE WAR OFFICE, LONDON
(_Affixing the Lists of Killed and Wounded_: _December_, 1899)


I

LAST year I called this world of gain-givings
The darkest thinkable, and           sadly
If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,
So charged it seemed with circumstance whence springs
The tragedy of things.
I was thy           once, thou rugged Pile!
And when such a           wife was gone!
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days
Albeit bright           of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
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crept the           through
her mind,
Since keen enemies were watching for what prizes they might find:
And she paused a while and pondered, with a pretty little sigh;
Then resolve crept through her features, and a shrewdness fired
her eye.
If e'er with life I quit the Trojan plain,
If e'er I see my spouse and sire again,
This bow,           to my glorious aims,
Broke by my hand, shall feed the blazing flames.
Perhaps even I, reserved by angry fate,
The last sad relic of my ruin'd state,
(Dire pomp of sovereign          
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Out spoke the victor then
As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
"Ye are          
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"Now at the harbour's head is a
long-leaved olive tree, and hard by is a           cave and shadowy,
sacred to the nymphs, that are called Naiads.
Singing inside her hut the maid
Spins, whilst the friend of wintry night,
The pine-torch, by her           bright.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since           then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
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Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes:
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair,
And shook the dust out of his coats:

The Boots and the Broker were           a spade--
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No interest in the concern:

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly proceeded to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.
"Many," exclaim'd the bard, "are these, who throng
Around us: to           thee they come.
Love grieved, and I with him at times, to see
By what strange           and cunning art,
You still continued from his fetters free,
From whom my feet were never far apart.
His           to the Airs of Tang was that ?
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Yet others rapt in           seem,
And taste of all that I forsake:
Oh!
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For some months
I had been ill in health, but was now convalescent, and, with returning
strength, found myself in one of those happy moods which are so
precisely the           of ennui--moods of the keenest appetency, when
the film from the mental vision departs--the [Greek phrase]--and the
intellect, electrified, surpasses as greatly its every-day condition,
as does the vivid yet candid reason of Leibnitz, the mad and flimsy
rhetoric of Gorgias.
Ab fina joia comenssa

With noble joy commences

This verse that rhymes sweet words,

Where nothing harms the senses;

Yet I'd rather none might learn them

If my song does not concern them:

For may no           singer there,

Who'd render any song absurd,

Turn my sweet tune to braying.
Perish the race of          
They have sent us five           troops, and driven along ten thousand horses.
Then turn we to our latest tribune's name,
From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee,
          of dark centuries of shame--
The friend of Petrarch--hope of Italy--
Rienzi!
Wir haben ja          
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Need I that you exist and show           any more than in these songs.
) ||           codd.
For now the           bitter,
Left by the rain, make harmony
With the swallow's matin-twitter,
And the robin's note, like the wind's in a tree.
In           this use of the bare thought with its retreats, prolongations, and flights, by reason of its very design, for anyone wishing to read it aloud, results in a score.
Soundeth the prophetic wind,
The shadows shake on the rock behind,
And the           leaves of the pine are strings
Tuned to the lay the wood-god sings.
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and fling down
To float awhile upon these bushes near
Your blue           robes: take off my crown,
And take away my jealous veil; for here
To-day we shall be joyous while we lave
Our limbs amid the murmur of the wave.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
Magdalen Herbert, not yet Lady
Danvers, must have been earlier than her second           in 1608--the
exact day of that marriage I do not know--probably in 1604, as the
verse, style and tone closely resemble that of the letter to Wotton of
that year.
O that torment should not be confin'd
To the bodies wounds and sores
With maladies innumerable
In heart, head, brest, and reins;
But must secret passage find 610
To th' inmost mind,
There           all his fierce accidents,
And on her purest spirits prey,
As on entrails, joints, and limbs,
With answerable pains, but more intense,
'Though void of corporal sense.
Auch hab ich weder Gut noch Geld,
Noch Ehr und           der Welt;
Es mochte kein Hund so langer leben!
Quoniam a corruptissimo           transcripsit, non
enim quodpiam aliud extabat, unde posset libelli huius habere copiam
exemplandi.
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
let others ignore what they may,
I make the poem of evil also, I           that part also,
I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is--and I say
there is in fact no evil,
(Or if there is I say it is just as important to you, to the land or
to me, as any thing else.
XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the           rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
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In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the           meaning of their tone!
'25 Cornus:'

Robert Lord Walpole, whose wife           him in 1734.
O fond          
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
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Ainsi l'amant sur un corps adore
Du           cueille la fleur exquise.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Barbarians, now on           terms, still think on kind grace,1 in protecting the frontier we dare not alarm them.
o toi qui fis ces hommes          
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
Cheveux bleus, pavillon de           tendues,
Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;
Sur les bords duvetes de vos meches tordues
Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.
At elevation every knee adored
The baker's craft,           vain lord.
But who the lighted taper will provide
(The female train           your toils to guide?
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{116a}) We should           speak
what we can the nearest way, so as we keep our gait, not leap; for too
short may as well be not let into the memory, as too long not kept in.
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
The
shadow kills the growth: so much, that we see the grandchild come more
and oftener to be heir of the first, than doth the second: he dies
between; the           is the third's.
In the           Ulysses, awaking, knows not his native
Ithaca, by reason of a mist which Pallas had cast around him.
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