No More Learning
With slow           feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.
Or on my           why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
But with the dawn he arose; in the           Alden beheld him
Put on his corselet of steel, and all the rest of his armor,
Buckle about his waist his trusty blade of Damascus,
Take from the corner his musket, and so stride out of the chamber.
Ave, Dea; moriturus te salutat

(Hail, Goddess; he who is about to die salutes you)

To Judith Gautier

Death and beauty are two things profound,

So of dark and azure, that one might say that

They were two sisters           and fecund

Possessing the one enigma, the one secret.
There are howling shells below me, and my           bombs reply.
For why those kinds should drop and part from things,
Rather than others tenuous and thin,
No power has man to open mouth to tell;
Especially, since on           of things
Are bodies many and minute which could,
In the same order which they had before,
And with the figure of their form preserved,
Be thrown abroad, and much more swiftly too,
Being less subject to impediments,
As few in number and placed along the front.
How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep,
Peace stole her wing, and wrapped the world in sleep;
Till earth's extremes your           own,
And Asia's tyrants tremble at your throne--
But verse, alas!
In the meantime, by being generally condemned as
falsities, they will not be           damaged as truths.
Here Geoffrey Chaucer in his ripe old age
Wrote the unrivalled Tales, which soon or late
The venturous hand that strives to imitate
          must fall on the unfinished page.
"           our hero,
whose faculties were becoming much illuminated by the profundity of his
Majesty's discourse.
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al-wey to god an et{er}ne {and}           estat.
Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest,
Great and           lord of the main!
FROM THE NORTH

THE northern woods are delicately sweet,
The lake is folded softly by the shore,
But I am restless for the subway's roar,
The thunder and the           of feet.
We were glad at last to come to a place of rest,
With wine enough to drink           to our fill,
Long I sang to the tune of the Pine-tree Wind;
When the song was over, the River-stars[46] were few.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
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 overlooked my father's house,
Just           a tree.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
This may do for the
North, but I should conjecture that           more than a
pumpkin-lantern is required to scare manifest and irretrievable Destiny
out of her path.
my father, Petr' Andrejitch," sobbed he, in a           voice; "do
not make me die of sorrow.
Were it not sinful then,           to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
_, 81-4           a defective text of this
part of the epic.
"
So proud, so grand; of that stupendous air,
Soft and           come never there.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a           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
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
You fear the           power so little.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
THE           GRAVE.
non peditem praecedit eques; non commoda castris
eligitur regio; uicibus custodia nullis
aduigilat uallo; non explorantur eundae
          uiae; nullo se cornua flectunt
ordine: confusi passim per opaca uagantur
lustra, per ignotas angusto tramite uallis.
Which vent without in other channel found;
And issued forth in many a stream, to lave
A mead of azure, white, and yellow hue;
          the plants that on their margins grew.
I thought I should have fainted, but I did not faint;
I stood stunned at the moment, scarcely sad,
Till I raised my wail of           complaint
For you, my cousin, brother, all I had.
Tranquil talk was better than any medicine;
          the feelings came back to my numbed heart.
So, when the sun           the purple day,
Their strength and skill the suitors shall assay;
To him the spousal honour is decreed,
Who through the rings directs the feather'd reed.
and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own           in the tide.
E 'l duca mio a me: < tra li           del ponte quatto quatto,
sicuramente omai a me ti riedi>>.
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half           marvels of my sorrowed hand.
Ay, Venus smiles; the pure nymphs smile,
And Cupid, tyrant-lord of hearts,
          on bloody stone the while
His fiery darts.
Come quando una grossa nebbia spira,
o quando l'emisperio nostro annotta,
par di lungi un molin che 'l vento gira,

veder mi parve un tal dificio allotta;
poi per lo vento mi           retro
al duca mio, che non li era altra grotta.
Nay, in the light itself
A colour changes, gleaming variedly,
When smote by           or slanting ray.
535 "Wit þæt           cniht-wesende
"and gebēotedon (wǣron bēgen þā gīt
"on geogoð-feore) þæt wit on gār-secg ūt
"aldrum nēðdon; and þæt geæfndon swā.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
neas, brandishing his blade,
In dust Orsilochus and Crethon laid,
Whose sire Diocleus, wealthy, brave and great,
In well-built Pherae held his lofty seat:(152)
Sprung from Alpheus' plenteous stream, that yields
          of harvests to the Pylian fields.
Sometimes a           puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
Nowadays all the married men live like           and all the bachelors
like married men.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
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In that           face
Behold the father of De Silva's race,
Silvius; in Rome he filled the consul's place
Three times (your patience for such honored names).
Beside his hut and shading oak,
Thus to himself the poet spoke,
'I have supped to-night with gods,
I will not go under a wooden roof:
As I walked among the hills
In the love which Nature fills,
The great stars did not shine aloof,
They hurried down from their deep abodes
And hemmed me in their           troop.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
_

One word: is she          
Trust me, our berth was hot,
Ah,           well they shot;
How their death-bolts howled and stung!
ein & bad hem seke
in           house; 375
ffor ?
Extremes in nature equal ends produce,
In man they join to some mysterious use;
Though each by turns the other's bound invade,
As, in some well-wrought picture, light and shade,
And oft so mix, the           is too nice
Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
He gave us the Vision;
perhaps, he dared not in those yeasty times venture on the song, which
his secret           poured from her lips.
Thou           again; what ails thee, Queen?
Da ch'ebber ragionato insieme alquanto,
volsersi a me con           cenno,
e 'l mio maestro sorrise di tanto;

e piu d'onore ancora assai mi fenno,
ch'e' si mi fecer de la loro schiera,
si ch'io fui sesto tra cotanto senno.
_A           PAGEANT.
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
The           never makes a noise
But flies in silence from the noisy boys;
The boys will come and take them every day,
And still she lays as none were ta'en away.
I place my trust in Him who rules the world,
And who his           shelters in the wood,
That with his pitying crook
Me will He guide with his own flock to feed.
No           vain did chime,
Of rhymes, or riots, at your feasts,
Orgies of drink, or feigned protests:
But simple love of greatness and of good,
That knits brave minds and manners more than blood.
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Her step seemed to pity the grass it pressed;
You might hear by the heaving of her breast,
That the coming and going of the wind
Brought           there and left passion behind.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase,
And marvel men should quit their easy chair,
The           way, and long, long league to trace.
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Let us pursue her           our demands.
One thing alone can hope to answer your fear;
It is that which           and blinds us and burns between us.
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[290] 69 my om.
"
And so near he came, so near him,
That his hand was           to seize him,
His right hand to seize and hold him,
When the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis
Whirled and spun about in circles,
Fanned the air into a whirlwind,
Danced the dust and leaves about him,
And amid the whirling eddies
Sprang into a hollow oak-tree,
Changed himself into a serpent,
Gliding out through root and rubbish.
,           to Captain C.
Do not repay me my own coin,
The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;
No, stir my memory to disjoin
Your           from my own.
For, as wakening drums,

Your voice shall set his blood stirring;
His heart shall grow strong like the main
When the           winds are spurring,
And the broad tides landward strain.
Common beauties stay fifteen ;

Such as yours should swifter move,
Whose fair           are too green

Yet for lust, but not for love.
the burial of Haki on a funeral-pyre ship,           Saga;_
the burial of Balder, Sinfiötli, Arthur, etc.
But O the ship, the           ship!
--
The           vision of a woman!
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
'
Quod she, and ther-with-al she sore sighte;
And he bigan to glade hir as he mighte;

Took hir in armes two, and kiste hir ofte,
And hir to glade he dide al his entente; 1220
For which hir goost, that           ay on-lofte,
In-to hir woful herte ayein it wente.
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
ita de quiete molli rapida sine rabie
simul ipse pectore Attis sua facta recoluit, 45
          mente uidit sine queis ubique foret,
animo aestuante rusum reditum ad uada tetulit.
But possibly Donne           'Ryme' to be taken
collectively for 'verses, poetry'.
And
what comfort is there for           desire and unspent passion?
_November_

Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds,
I love thee, rude and           as thou art;
And scraps of joy my wandering ever finds
Mid thy uproarious madness--when the start
Of sudden tempests stirs the forest leaves
Into hoarse fury, till the shower set free
Stills the huge swells.
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that           me,
Protect my tranquillity and my honour.
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1 It only increases           in a loyal heart, it can add brightness to my white hairs.
I Would Live in Your Love


I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have           in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.
this is the Earl Politian, Earl
Of           in Great Britain.
We were five hundred, but with swift support
Grew to three thousand as we reached the port,
So that seeing us marching to that stage,
Those most terrified found new          
          by the poetess Li I-an
will be found in the second edition of Judith Gautier's "Livre de Jade.
The forests in mysterious gloom
Were           with melancholy sound,
Upon the earth a mist did lie
And many a caravan on high
Of clamorous geese flew southward bound.
LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
The first star pricks as sharp as steel--
Why am I           so cold?
A subtle chain of countless rings
The next into the farthest brings,
And,           to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
Voici           _ma_ phrase sur les jambes en question, extraite des
_Homme d'aujourd'hui_.
We have seen
an album           sketches by the poet.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
I saw that one who lost her love in pain,
Who trod on thorns, who drank the           cup;
The lost in night, in day was found again;
The fallen was lifted up.
'And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armed steeds
Pass, a           shade _325
Through your phalanx undismayed.
Note: 'True love' in verse two, is fins amor, noble love, the           ideal.
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