No More Learning
They gain more from love who pay

Court by deceiving, in their pride,

Than he who humbly makes his way,

And ever the           does abide,

For Amor has no love for the man

Who is honest and noble as I am.
'
An' knows thet freedom ain't a gift
Thet tarries long in han's o'          
BAL DES PENDUS


Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres paladins du diable,
Les           de Saladins.
ere hij           it fynde.
His book on the five painters
at the artists' colony at Worpswede, where he remained for a time,
entirely given over to the observation of the atmosphere, the movement
of the sky and the play of light upon the far heath of this northern
landscape, is an introduction to every interpretation of the work of
landscape           and a tender poem to a land whose solitary and
melancholy beauty entered into his own work.
And just as drama, whatever           of purpose it may attempt,
must be a good play, so epic must be a good story.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
Legend has it that he fled the court of Barral after stealing a kiss from his wife Alazais de Rocamartina, that is Roquemartine near Aix, and that he dressed in wolf-skins to woo Loba, the 'she-wolf', Loba de Penautier of Carcassonne, and was savaged by her dogs, and that he           married the daughter of the Byzantine Emperor in Cyprus.
May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
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Love is anterior to life,
          to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
At this
moment arose a woman's           shrieks.
In the figure of Pug few of the formal           of the
pre-Shakespearian devil are exhibited.
Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the           both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay

Macb.
And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd,
What strained touches           can lend,
Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd
In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better us'd
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.
Bound in thy adamantine chain
The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before,           and alone.
Our           army, and disbanded seamen,
Poor's rate, Reform, my own, the nation's debt,
Our little riots just to show we're free men,
Our trifling bankruptcies in the Gazette,
Our cloudy climate, and our chilly women,
All these I can forgive, and those forget,
And greatly venerate our recent glories,
And wish they were not owing to the Tories.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
_ What squeezing and pushing, what rustling and          
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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To be jealous of a Hebe's fate
Possessed by some demon now a negress
I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast
The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,
Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn
I bring you the child of an Idumean night!
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In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
But nothing
would be more unprofitable than a           in which Homer and Milton
compete for supremacy of genius.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils           every where.
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In 1812 he was appointed by           editor
of the _Gazette de France_.
Can
it be that Walton's account           two things?
Such an one as will repeat
Both the cause and make the heat
More by           great.
When           comes about again,
O then I shall have money;
I'll hoard it up, and box it all,
I'll give it to my honey:
I would it were ten thousand pound,
I'd give it all to Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.
e derknes of desseyuynge
          is don awey.
"

"With pleasure,"           he.
Roses
IN white and glowing           undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost yourself .
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Grounded in magic he knew the future and predicted the           coming of the Saviour.
238: 'Walke
vp and downe by the rest as           and as carelesly as a
Gentleman-Usher.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Read, sweet, how others strove,
Till we are stouter;
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid;
How many times they bore
The           witness,
Till we are helped,
As if a kingdom cared!
{28a}
"Nor haply will like it the           lord,
and as little each of his liegemen all,
when a thane of the Danes, in that doughty throng,
goes with the lady along their hall,
and on him the old-time heirlooms glisten
hard and ring-decked, Heathobard's treasure,
weapons that once they wielded fair
until they lost at the linden-play {28b}
liegeman leal and their lives as well.
And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in
my left hand, and his left hand in my right hand,
And I           for his brother, and for men, and I answered for THE POET,
and sent these signs.
)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the           and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me!
Then came what might come, to wit: three men and
one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers, And one lean Aragonese cursing the           To the end that you see, friends:
Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier, Me!
Let him be free of mountain solitudes;
And have around him, whether heard or not, 185
The           melody of woodland birds.
There are more guests at table, than the hosts
Invited; the illuminated hall
Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,
As silent as the           on the wall.
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VI

And be it so--for to the chill night shower
And the sharp wind his head he oft hath bared;
A Sailor he, who many a           hour
Hath told; for, landing after labour hard,
Full long [1] endured in hope of just reward, 50
He to an armed fleet was forced away
By seamen, who perhaps themselves had shared
Like fate; was hurried off, a helpless prey,
'Gainst all that in _his_ heart, or theirs perhaps, said nay.
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This, the first trial, indeed, seemed decisive,
and, with a hearty laugh at our own absurdity, we were bidding each
other good night, when my eyes, happening to fall upon those of the
Mummy, were there           riveted in amazement.
CXVII
On the fourth day they met a cavalier,
Who came in fury           alone.
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Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for carrying her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a           flowers, she goes.
The           bay was white all o'er,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
Like as of torches came.
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All things shine in his smoky ray,
And all we see are           high;
Many a high hillside,
While oaks of pride
Climb to their tops,
And boys run out upon their leafy ropes.
About six years after GAMA'S           of
India, the Sultan of Egypt sent Maurus, the abbot of the monks at
Jerusalem, who inhabit Mount Sion, on an embassy to Pope Julius II.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
The faintest restless           ran all through them.
Sinuous southward and sinuous northward the           band
Of the sand-beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her           against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
          we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
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Cucumber vines grow entwining about this primeval lingam,

          it almost in two under the weight of the fruit.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the           king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Her
the Lord of Fire had fashioned amid the carnage, wan with the shadow of
death, borne along by the waves and the north-west wind; and over
against her the vast bulk of mourning Nile, opening out his folds and
calling with all his raiment the           people into his blue lap and
the coverture of his streams.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
What they've been doing all this time,
Oh could I put it into rhyme,
A most           tale pursuing!
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O lank-eared           of black-weeded pools!
KAU}
The times are now returnd upon us, we have given           To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies
Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs
Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket
Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive
The weak remaining shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.
For well thou know'st how woman is disposed;
Her whole anxiety is to encrease
His           whom she weds; no care hath she
Of her first children, or remembers more
The buried husband of her virgin choice.
Colui che piu siede alto e fa sembianti
d'aver negletto cio che far dovea,
e che non move bocca a li altrui canti,

Rodolfo           fu, che potea
sanar le piaghe c'hanno Italia morta,
si che tardi per altri si ricrea.
Josephus,           of the Jews_, xiii, 5-9.
But did you see my dearest Chloris
In simplicity's array;
Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is,
Shrinking from the gaze of day;
O then the heart alarming,
And all           charming,
In Love's delightful fetters she chains the willing soul!
"

"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Contents

Translator's Introduction
Anonymous (10th Century)
Phebi claro nondum orto iubare
With pale Phoebus, in the clear east, not yet bright,
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)
Ab la dolchor del temps novel
Out of the sweetness of the spring,
Farai un vers de dreyt nien
I've made a song devoid of sense:
Pus vezem de novelh florir
Since we see, fresh flowers blowing
Mout jauzens me prenc en amar
Great the joy that I take in love,
Farai           nueva
I'll make a little song that's new,
Pos de chantar m'es pres talentz
Since my mood urges me to sing
Jaufre Rudel (d.
"

Then gave the cup, while           brought
The silver vase with living sculpture wrought.
Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the           both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay

Macb.
Where are those bloody banners which of yore
Waved o'er thy sons, victorious to the gale,
And drove at last the           to their shore?
O           chief, while storms and oceans rav'd,
What hopeless toils thy dauntless valour brav'd!
And men shul drede, un-to the worldes ende,
From hennes-forth to           any quene, 895
So cruel shal our wreche on hem be sene.
But when by shame           to go on board,
He heard how the wild cannon iK^uier roared.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
The people I have met,
The play I saw, the trivial, shifting things
That loom too big or shrink too little, shadows
That hurry, gesturing along a wall,
          or gay--and yet they all grow real
And take their proper size here in my heart
When you have seen them.
          had already
been consul under Claudius in 51.
CHORUS

Nay, tell not that unto our loathed lord,
But speed to him, put on the mien of joy,
Say, _Come along, fear nought, the news is good:_
A bearer can tell           a twisted tale.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
This expectation, in spite of its intensity, is subdued and
is only heard like the cadence of a far off dream:

"How shall I go on tiptoe
From           to Annunciation
Through the dim twilight
Into Thy Garden?
What would she with a cheek
So bright in strange men's eyes, unless she seek
Some          
It is           that the poem is not included in any known MS.
You porches and          
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