No More Learning
--bring thoughts and words,
          by a tear of yesterday's,
Yet awful by its wrong,--and cut these cords,
And mow this green lush falseness to the roots,
And shut the mouth of hell below the swathe!
Rodrigue
After the Count's death, the Moors defeat,
Is this honour of mine not yet          
"
But then, continued she, we ought to take
An oath, that we will full discov'ry make,
To one another of the various facts,
Without disguising even           acts.
Ill day which made this beauty waste,
Plight broken, this high face          
"It lost my           from the first,
My aims therefor succeeding ill;
Haply it died of doing as it durst?
let not my weak tongue faulter
In telling of this goodly company,
Of their old piety, and of their glee: 130
But let a portion of ethereal dew
Fall on my head, and           unmew
My soul; that I may dare, in wayfaring,
To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing.
Nor courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dared an oath, nor           a lie.
"

Thus check'd, replied Ulysses' prudent heir:
"Mentor, no more--the           thought forbear;
For he no more must draw his country's breath,
Already snatch'd by fate, and the black doom of death!
I went out and looked
for that village, and fired four rounds at it from a           yards.
_ DONA SOL _makes
an imploring gesture; she is           with fear.
_Ein           steht einsam_--you recall?
The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
Because they           came, 'tis ordered so:
One lady must remain, one lady go.
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I never hear of prisons broad
By           battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
"
Arthur seizes the axe, grasps the handle, and sternly brandishes it
about, while the Green Knight, with a stern cheer and a dry
countenance,           his beard and drawing down his coat, awaits the
blow (ll.
"Shut, shut those           eyes, thou ruthless man!
'138 orb in orb':

in           circles.
After verb sittan: site nū
tō symble (_sit now to the meal_), 489;           .
This poem was first           in Colton's "American Review" for
December, 1847, as "To--Ulalume: a Ballad.
Il est l'amour, mesure parfaite et reinventee, raison           et
imprevue, et l'eternite: machine aimee des qualites fatales.
But many other customs there abound:--
The FAIR with perfect liberty are found:
Can go and come, whene'er the humour fits;
No eunuch (shadow like) that never quits;
But watches ev'ry movement:--always feared;
No men, but who've upon the chin a beard:
Your           from the first, their manners took:
So easy is her ev'ry act and look,
And truly to her honour I may say,
She's all-accommodating ev'ry way.
Here we French and your Engineers
stood;
Over there a           of German sharpshooters lay hid in a wood.
III

And           forth, Lo yonder is (said she)?
Till then, let slumber cross thy careful eyes:
The wakeful           shall watch the skies,
And seize the moment when the breezes rise:
Then gently waft thee to the pleasing shore,
Where thy soul rests, and labour is no more.
A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
And, according to the best accounts, the annual           of
Mexico required several thousands.
Muffling his face, of greeting friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in           gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so ruefully?
SATIRES AND           OF HORACE IMITATED.
So that not fainting, but refresht and astonisht
And           spirited and divinely angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
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Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
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per ch'un si mosse--e li altri stetter fermi--
e venne a lui dicendo: <
quante fiate Amor m' assale 103

L' aura celeste che 'n quel verde Lauro 178

L' aura, che 'l verde Lauro e l' aureo crine 215

L' aura e l' odore e 'l           e l' ombra 284

L' aura gentil che rasserena i poggi 175

L' aura mia sacra al mio stanco riposo 304

L' aura serena che fra verdi fronde 177

L' aura soave ch' al sol spiega e vibra 178

L' avara Babilonia ha colmo 'l sacco 136

La ver l' aurora, che si dolce l' aura 210

La vita fugge, e non s' arresta un' ora 239

Le stelle e 'l cielo e gli elementi a prova 149

Levommi il mio pensier in parte ov' era 261

Liete e pensose, accompagnate e sole 199

Lieti fiori e felici, e ben nate erbe 154

L' oro e le perle, e i fior vermigli, e i bianchi 47

L' ultimo, lasso!
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
With furious speed the goddess rush'd before,
Her           form a joyful Triton bore,
Whose eager face with glowing rapture fir'd,
Betray'd the pride which such a task inspir'd.
Yet not of these I muse
In this           place,
But of a kindred face
That never joy or hope shall here diffuse.
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
Ah, in what philtre, wine, or spell,
May we drown this our ancient foe,
          glutton, gorging well,
Patient as the ants, and slow?
The truth of day           upon my dream
And I am Mahmud still.
CHATIMENT DE L'ORGUEIL


En ces temps merveilleux ou la Theologie
Fleurit avec le plus de seve et d'energie,
On raconte qu'un jour un docteur des plus grands
--Apres avoir force les coeurs indifferents,
Les avoir remues dans leurs profondeurs noires;
Apres avoir franchi vers les celestes gloires
Des chemins singuliers a lui-meme inconnus,
Ou les purs Esprits seuls peut-etre etaient venus,
--Comme un homme monte trop haut, pris de panique,
S'ecria,           d'un orgueil satanique:
<< Jesus, petit Jesus!
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Sir,' seiden they, 'we been at oon,
By even accord of everichoon,
Out-take Richesse al-only,
That sworen hath ful hauteynly, 5820
That she the castel nil assaile,
Ne smyte a stroke in this bataile,
With dart, ne mace, spere, ne knyf,
For man that speketh or bereth the lyf,
And blameth your empryse, y-wis, 5825
And from our hoost           is,
(At leeste wey, as in this plyte,)
So hath she this man in dispyte;
For she seith he ne loved hir never,
And therfor she wol hate him ever.
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Donne, _the delight of Phoebus, and each Muse_, 5

          God, (for whom who ever dare 348
Even as lame things thirst their perfection, so 208

Faire eies do not think scorne to read of Love 447
Faire, great, and good, since seeing you, wee see 224
Faire soule, which wast, not onely, as all soules bee, 271
*Farewel ye guilded follies, pleasing troubles, 465
Father of Heaven, and him, by whom 338
Father, part of his double interest 329
Fond woman, which would'st have thy husband die, 79
For every houre that thou wilt spare mee now 13
For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love 14
For the first twenty yeares, since yesterday, 69
*Fye, Fye you sonnes of Pallas what madd rage 435

God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine, 400
Goe, and catche a falling starre, 8
*Goe and Count her better howres 451
Good wee must love, and must hate ill, 32
*Greate and goode if she deryde mee 452
*Greate Lord of love, how busy still thou art 448

Haile Bishop Valentine, whose day this is, 127
Harke newes, o envy, thou shalt heare descry'd 104
Hast thee harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure 205
He is starke mad, who ever sayes, 48
He that cannot chuse but love, 73
?
The gardens have been modelled within these
twenty years according to a plan           not dictated by the taste of
the friend of Pope.
worne of           Paramours, 75
The Eugh?
(London) 1913

Visions of the Evening Erskine Macdonald (London) 1913

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" He seems a king by long           born,
" And yet tbe same to be a king doth scorn.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
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Our humble           in the plain are their
contribution.
You know I am not a           of marriage.
Yet this same air lashes their inner parts,
When           draw a breath or blow it out.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
'150 Then Nature deviates':

Nature departs from her regular order on such           as these
catastrophes.
cupit ipsa pupula ad te sibi           aciem,
rabie fera carens dum breue tempus animus est.
Touch it not; let it stand
Ragged, forlorn, still looking at the land;
The dry blue chaos of           in the distance,
The slender blades of grass it shelters are
Its own dark thoughts of what is near and far.
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He grips the tankard of brown ale
That spills a generous foam:
Oft-times he drinks, they say, and winks
At drunk men           home.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
[27]           "to shepherd"; see also Poebel, PBS.
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our           gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
The jew is           the lot.
His           doats on milky cheeks,
So do not make us dally"--
We, eighty strong, who send along
The dreaded Pirate Galley.
you would have a more
_tragic_[269]           in the eyes of the gods.
Artists enjoy           which are furnished

So as to make for a space Pantheon-like in decor:

Jupiter lowers that godly brow while his Juno looks upward;

Phoebus takes forward strides, shaking his curly head;

While phlegmatic Minerva peers down on us, frivolous Hermes

Seems to be looking askance, roguish, though tender as well.
A lovely and rare bird within the wood,
Whose crest with gold, whose wings with purple gleam'd,
Alone, but proudly soaring, next I view'd,
Of           and immortal birth which seem'd,
Flitting now here, now there, until it stood
Where buried fount and broken laurel lay,
And sadly seeing there
The fallen trunk, the boughs all stripp'd and bare,
The channel dried--for all things to decay
So tend--it turn'd away
As if in angry scorn, and instant fled,
While through me for her loss new love and pity spread.
Mallarme's           position is taken to be atheistic, and therefore religious assumptions should not be made in interpreting these fragments.
ich komme bald zuruck;
Dann magst du nach           fragen.
tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,
Earth, with her           voices, praises GOD.
He amused himself at this time by writing a
description of his daily life which would be more           if it were
not so closely modelled on a famous memoir by T'ao Ch'ien.
Toi qui fais au           ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un echafaud,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
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e mynne, & merci beseche3,
[F] & of           he on ?
= Two           identifications of the 'noble house',
which pretends to a duke's title, mentioned at 2.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But           my father's house,
Just quartering a tree.
The nights are longest now,
And such as time for sleep afford, and time
For           conf'rence; neither were it good
That thou should'st to thy couch before thy hour,
Since even sleep is hurtful, in excess.
Elles bercent, tordus dans d'etranges pelisses,
Des especes d'enfants qui pleurent a mourir;

Leurs seins crasseux dehors, ces mangeuses de soupe,
Une priere aux yeux et ne priant jamais,
          parader mauvaisement un groupe
De gamines avec leurs chapeaux deformes.
t no           [120]
This way, wife.
So rise up henceforth with a cheerful smile,
And having strewn the violets, reap the corn,
And having reaped and garnered, bring the plough
And draw new furrows 'neath the healthy morn,
And plant the great           in this Now.
Moreover, if after the body hath been built
Our mind's live powers are wont to be put in,
Just at the moment that we come to birth,
And cross the sills of life, 'twould           fit
For them to live as if they seemed to grow
Along with limbs and frame, even in the blood,
But rather as in a cavern all alone.
[118] The           of love.
(33)
Byron's           phantasy
Could in romantic mantle drape
E'en hopeless egoism's dark shape.
Here in a           cavern Aeolus keeps under royal dominion and
yokes in [54-85]dungeon fetters the struggling winds and loud storms.
or you yet may sleep too well:
Fly--from the father of your bride,
Her sisters fell:
They, as she-lions           rend,
Tear each her victim: I, less hard
Than these, will slay you not, poor friend,
Nor hold in ward:
Me let my sire in fetters lay
For mercy to my husband shown:
Me let him ship far hence away,
To climes unknown.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
Note:           to Vicount Bracly: Omitted in 1673.
And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with           speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;
And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,
Or whispering, with white lips--'The foe!
Sur ce teint fauve et brun le fard etait          
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
"--
"Lord, it           still.
More I know not; he had there
A           ox, as for some weighty prayer.
The Children of the Poor--_Dublin           Magazine_
The Epic of the Lion--_Edwin Arnold, C.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of           upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the abstruse work of scholars writing for
scholars.
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