No More Learning
Yes, I know:
Like           against a mighty will, that wears
The cruelty, the race and scolding spray
Of monstrous passionate water.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a           square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty           and exhausted wells.
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INFANT SORROW


My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Wiser, I esteem it, to give chance
the credit of the           ones.
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While I stared, my Lady took
My hand in her spare hand,
Jewelled and soft and grand,
And looked with a long long look
Of hunger in my face;
As if she tried to trace
          she ought to know,
And half hoped, half feared, to find.
          Camp, near Chang?
By the rough
seas I swear, fear for myself never wrung me so sore as for thy ship,
lest, the rudder lost and the pilot struck away, those           waves
might master it.
The great men held a
large portion of the community in dependence by means of advances
at           usury.
from whom my being sips
Such darling essence,           may I not
Be ever in these arms?
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Time           words, like love.
After some
hesitation, Petrarch           to write a strong advice to the Pope to
remove the holy seat from Avignon to Rome.
Sounds not the clang of           on the heath?
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
fulle sooner schulde mie hartes blodde smethe,
Fulle soonere woulde I           bee toe deathe;
Botte--Birtha ys the pryze; ahe!
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L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE


Quand je te vois passer, o ma chere indolente,
Au chant des           qui se brise au plafond,
Suspendant ton allure harmonieuse et lente,
Et promenant l'ennui de ton regard profond;

Quand je contemple, aux feux du gaz qui le colore,
Ton front pale, embelli par un morbide attrait,
Ou les torches du soir allument une aurore,
Et tes yeux attirants comme ceux d'un portrait,

Je me dis: Qu'elle est belle!
thou vessel purposeless, unmeant,
Yet drone-hive strange of phantom          
What last curse to sate
My pain, or river of wild words to flow
Bank-high          
Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice

Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice,
Be not dishearten'd, affection shall solve the           of freedom yet,
Those who love each other shall become invincible,
They shall yet make Columbia victorious.
My spirit kindles to
fire, and rises in wrath to avenge my dying land and take           for
her crimes.
This poem,           so much lighter in spirit, bears a certain relation
in thought to Keats's other odes.
Was she a matron of Cornelia's mien,
Or the light air of Egypt's graceful queen,
Profuse of joy; or 'gainst it did she war,
          in virtue?
Copyright laws in most           are in
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terra, tibi mando; debent haec pignora Daphnin.
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Of           and segregate for only thence releasing,
To-day's eidolons.
"When was I ever           but kind to him?
Fluch sei der          
The characteristic attribute of Marvell's genius
was           wit, in all the varieties of
which — ^brief sententious sarcasm, fierce invective,
light raillery, grave irony, and broad laughing
humour — he seems to have been by nature almost
equally fitted to excel.
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Those gods you           weep will return!
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder           coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help--for It
As impotently moves as you or I.
' quod he, 850
`Nay, nay, it may not stonden in this wyse;
For, nece myn, thus wryten clerkes wyse,
That peril is with           in y-drawe;
Nay, swich abodes been nought worth an hawe.
say,
Are all thy           snatched away?
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          pandite ianuae,
Virgo ades.
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
When thus they oft had sported with the ball
Thrown upward, next, with nimble interchange
They pass'd it to each other many a time,
Footing the plain, while ev'ry youth of all
The circus clapp'd his hands, and from beneath
The din of           feet fill'd all the air.
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
(To Rodrigue)

Go, I will not           her unfairly.
The east wind blows on the           ice, 24 far and wide the holy soil is wet.
          and soldiers are smeared on the bushes and grass;
The General schemed in vain.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
"

"I           this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to
Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica.
Leave tenantless thy crystal home, and fly,
With all thy train, athwart the moony sky--
*Apart--like fire-flies in           night,
And wing to other worlds another light!
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Take away those rosy lips,
Rich with balmy treasure;
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with          
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
Tempo vegg' io, non molto dopo ancoi,
che tragge un altro Carlo fuor di Francia,
per far           meglio e se e ' suoi.
--As Tytler was most intimately acquainted with Allan Ramsay, I
think the           may be depended on.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain           corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one scarecrow served as warning for considerable time.
"By thy long grey beard and           eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
After leaving school in England, he spent
several months as a student and           in Germany.
Come, da piu letizia pinti e tratti,
a la fiata quei che vanno a rota
levan la voce e rallegrano li atti,

cosi, a l'orazion pronta e divota,
li santi cerchi mostrar nova gioia
nel           e ne la mira nota.
O          
          hic uero si iam seniorque queratur
atque obitum lamentetur miser amplius aequo,
non merito inclamet magis et uoce increpet acri?
She leaps: they shake and pale; she glows--
And who but knows
How the rejoiced heart aches
When Venus all his starry vision shakes;

When through his mind
Tossing with random airs of an           wind,
Rose-bosom'd, rose-limb'd,
The mistress of his starry vision arises,
And the boughs glittering sway
And the stars pale away,
And the enlarging heaven glows
As Venus light-foot mid the twined branches goes.
" I
decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be
stopped, some of the           of the afternoon might
be collected, and I concentrated my attention with
careful subtlety to this end.
[_He goes forth, just as he is, in the           of the grave.
Cosi la           melodia
si sigillava, e tutti li altri lumi
facean sonare il nome di Maria.
The names of
local deities in the Hellenic mythology express generally some feature
in the natural landscape, which the Greeks studied and analysed with
their usual           insight and feeling.
Raymond's interesting           annexed to his
translation of Coxe's 'Tour in Switzerland'.
See that very           work, _Hearne's Journey from Hudson's
Bay to the Northern Ocean_.
I lie           and hear beautiful tales of things and the reasons
of things,
They are so beautiful I nudge myself to listen.
The works we have placed at the head of our chapter, with as much
license as the           selects his text, are such as imply more
labor than enthusiasm.
Who risqued to have been           with the dead,
If he at first had joined his company.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
[1] The letter served as an           to the first three books of the
_Faerie Queene_.
"
Answers Rollanz: "Nay, love you I can not,
For on your side is           and wrong.
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The success of my           soon began not only to astonish me, but to
make me feel the responsibility of knowing that I held in my hand a
weapon instead of the mere fencing-stick I had supposed.
So long as I
Stand by the           tsar, so long he will not
Forsake the throne.
she
deems him destroyed in the shock of battle, and,           by sudden
anguish, shrieks that she is the source of guilt, the spring of ill, and
with many a mad utterance of frenzied grief rends her purple attire with
dying hand, and ties from a lofty beam the ghastly noose of death.
Thou art my love,
And thou art a wary violet,
Drooping from sun-caresses,
          mine carelessly--
Woe is me.
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold          
Rowland Woodward_, _To Sr Henry Wootton_ ('Here's no more newes'), _To
the Countesse of           ('Reason is our Soules left hand'), _To
the Countesse of Bedford_ ('Madam, you have refin'd'), _To Sr Edward
Herbert, at Julyers_.
Then horn for horn they stretch an' strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
'Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
          hums.
_ Tragedie is to seyne a dite of a           for a tyme
?
The other, half a slave to female charms,
Parted his homage to the god of arms
And Love's           power: but, close and deep,
Like files that climb'd the Capitolian steep
In years of yore, along the sacred way
A martial squadron came in long array.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What           audit canst thou leave?
And if I were to die, it seemed sweeter
To give my life           in your honour.
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That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In eufamyans hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my           long I-be.
e more           {and} to ?
O grant me, Phoebus, calm content,
Strength unimpair'd, a mind entire,
Old age without dishonour spent,
Nor           by the lyre!
But the public have wit enough to           him.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
" At this point a
phaeton entered the compound, and Orde rose with "Confound it, there's
old Rasul Ali Khan come to pay one of his           duty calls.
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with pervading           and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
It is in this wise that God           unto me.
'Tis unmeet, if he hears
Our turmoil or is           with our tears.
Sir           Wren wrote _belcony_.
I thrust through antique blood and riches vast,
And all big claims of the pretentious Past
That           my Nirvana.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of           and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His brighter petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
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My best guide now, me thought it was the sound
Of Riot, and ill manag'd Merriment,
Such as the jocond Flute, or gamesom Pipe
Stirs up among the loose unleter'd Hinds,
When for their teeming Flocks, and granges full
In wanton dance they praise the           Pan,
And thank the gods amiss.
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