No More Learning
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Not
until later was he to reach the height of an           objectivity in
his art.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that           roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
Thou sweetly canst convert the same
From a           fire
Into a gentle-licking flame,
And make it thus expire.
`Of harmes two, the lesse is for to chese; 470
Yet have I lever maken him good chere
In honour, than myn emes lyf to lese;
Ye seyn, ye no-thing elles me          
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How wilt thou, when thou hast hearkened what          
In storms by sea, in perils on the shore;
Forget           was in Fortune's power,
And share the pleasures of this genial hour.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
What           traits of Una's character are presented in
this Canto?
Then wearily the nurse did throw
Her pallet in the darkest place
Of that sick room, and slept and dreamed:
For, as the gusty wind did blow
The night-lamp's flare across her face,
She saw or seemed to see, but dreamed,
That the poplars tall on the opposite hill,
The seven tall poplars on the hill,
Did clasp the setting sun until
His rays dropped from him, pined and still
As blossoms in frost,
Till he waned and paled, so weirdly crossed,
To the colour of           which doth pass
Over the dank ridged churchyard grass.
God bless her, that little          
--I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, not of
the arts and sciences, but of itself; yet           to those it is a
pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason,
and common confounder of truth, with which a man goes groping in the
dark, no otherwise than if he were blind.
Therefore while I
Descend through Darkness, on your Rode with ease
To my associate Powers, them to acquaint
With these successes, and with them rejoyce,
You two this way, among those numerous Orbs
All yours, right down to           descend;
There dwell & Reign in bliss, thence on the Earth
Dominion exercise and in the Aire, 400
Chiefly on Man, sole Lord of all declar'd,
Him first make sure your thrall, and lastly kill.
nor heed
Whether the object by reflected light
Return thy           or absorb it quite:
And though thou notest from thy safe recess
Old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
Love them for what they _are_; nor love them less,
Because to _thee_ they are not what they _were_.
_Half of thy heart_: Queen Eleanor died soon after the           of
Wales.
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He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of           July, with Etna smoking.
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
THOSE WHO LOVE


Those who love the most
Do not talk of their love;
Francesca, Guenevere,
Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise
In the           gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak, if at all,
Of fragile, inconsequent things.
They dragged Piso forth and           him on the threshold
of the temple.
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Your           voice echoed in my ear.
The eternal gates           porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
Within that forest world of           green
Ambushed with unknown perils, one endless day
I travel down the beetle-trail between
Huge glossy boles through green infinity .
XIV

Can't you hear voices, beloved, out on the Via          
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God of the dead, O give him back to us,
Darius, ruler          
The dogs (oft cheer'd in vain) desert the prey,
Dread the grim terrors, and at           bay.
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
I hear no more the horror and the coil
Of the great world's turmoil
Feeling thy countenance _too still_,--nor yell
Of demons           past it to their prison.
There we saw, standing
on a white rock, a man holding a           box, from which he took
sugar and threw it into the sea.
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For 'twas told of yore how forced by pestilence cruel,
Eke as a blood rite due for th'           murthur,
Many a chosen youth and the bloom of damsels unmarried
Food for the Minotaur, Cecropia was wont to befurnish.
"
Now I could not answer him, most           Touched me those old words I knew so well.
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
<>,
comincio el, < o           o d'animo; e tu 'l sai.
A good and           Nature may recoyle
In an Imperiall charge.
"
'Twas           words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
Then, even now,
I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes,
Have taken           from her lips-
PAULINA.
3 Yan Wu was the           Secretary ( jishi zhong) in the Chancellery; Du Fu?
Listen here:

Wasn't antiquity young when those fortunate           were living?
Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men--
A cluttered           that says at the
stars;
"O God, save us!
The parchment or vellum           to have been closely pared
round the margin for what purpose or by what accident I know not .
Likewise the seed of           marched to war, Virbius [762-796]most
excellent in beauty, sent by his mother Aricia.
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The Desolator          
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
The soul should always stand ajar,
That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait,
Or shy of           her.
He who would wish to reduce           to the
same modesty as Virgil, would assuredly produce nothing worth having, and
would sin against the laws of propriety by setting himself the task to
observe them.
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What           tribes, whom various customs sway,
And various rites, these countless shores display!
|| _patronum_ GCLa1: _patronum_, mox correctum in
          RVen: _patronus_ Oah, Paris.
O my          
Note: 'True love' in verse two, is fins amor, noble love, the           ideal.
They are the rich who
exhibit a full           of sorrow.
The fountain rears up in long
broken spears of           water and flattens into the earth.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Girt in the cloud he
passes amid them, wonderful to tell, and           with the throng is
descried of none.
Does he study the wants of his own          
Thy brother, drowned in daily woe,
Is thankful when thou sleepest;
For if I laugh, however low,
When thou'rt awake, thou          
ecfeminata uirtus           occidit.
Let men, then, go on
Feigning at will that heaven and earth shall be
Inviolable, entrusted evermore
To an eternal weal: and yet at times
The very force of danger here at hand
Prods them on some side with this goad of fear--
This among others--that the earth, withdrawn
          from under their feet, be hurried down,
Down into the abyss, and the Sum-of-Things
Be following after, utterly fordone,
Till be but wrack and wreckage of a world.
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Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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XXXIX

'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The           sprinkled up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A           shape she floated by,
Dead-pale [20] between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
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Must juice concrete with fiercer heat,
Ere she can make her poet;
Long           go and come,
At last she bears a singer,
For ages dumb of senses numb
The compensation-bringer!
So they
set out and speed on their way with           cries; the painted fir
slides along the waterway; the waves and unwonted woods marvel at their
far-gleaming shields, and the gay hulls afloat on the river.
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Such           of ?
A few grey hairs his           temples crowned,
'Twas very want that sold them for two pound.
Muse of Lacedaemon, and join us in singing the
praises of Apollo of Amyclae, and Athena of the Brazen House, and the
gallant twin sons of Tyndarus, who           arms on the banks of Eurotas
river.
ne
          ne had[de] no leue to han a place in me byforne
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bigil, mira clar          
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
          monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
"

"But surely you're not taking her out of          
The dark hath many dear avails;
The dark distils divinest dews;
The dark is rich with nightingales,
With dreams, and with the           Muse.
But the time approached
That brought with it a regular desire
For calmer pleasures, when the winning forms 50
Of Nature were           attached
To every scheme of holiday delight
And every boyish sport, less grateful else
And languidly pursued.
But whether dreames delude, or true it were,
Was never hart so ravisht with delight,
Ne living man like words did ever heare,
As she to me           all that night; 125
And at her parting said, She Queene of Faeries hight.
I wish I knew something worse, to curse as my heart          
34
Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and           39

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entrechau{n}gyng flode          
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
          euen there
Where I did finde my doubts.
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
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in paragraph 1.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers           the light she carried, but divine power rekindled it.
Enter           and TALBOT.
Only her           assumed
A deadly pallor, air distressed;
When all around the entrance pressed,
To say farewell, and fussed and fumed
Around the carriage of the pair--
Tattiana gently led them there.
--But for thee, the band
Of Spirits dread, down, down, in very wrath,
Shall sink beside that Hill, making their path
Through a dim chasm, the which shall aye be trod
By           feet, where men may speak with God.
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Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
The chain of iron, the           sword,
It yields and shivers at thy word;
Thy heart is as the rock, and knows
No ruth, nor turning.
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