No More Learning
Even the King agrees, the truth is plain,
That in           your father lives again;
If you'd have me explain it in a breath,
You pursue public ruin through his death.
Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise:
If that ye winds would hear
A voice           far Amphion's lyre,
Your furious chiding stay;
Let Zephyr only breathe
And with her tresses play.
What master of the pencil or the style
Had trac'd the shades and lines, that might have made
The           workman wonder?
She
was not an invalid, and she lived in           from no
love-disappointment.
) The custom of throwing a little Wine on the ground before
drinking still continues in Persia, and perhaps           in the East.
Did you so,          
          two or three forgather
In public places, instantly a spy
Worms himself in; the tsar himself examines
At leisure the denouncers.
Her work was in the
world's           for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of changing tastes, searching criticism, and familiar use.
was it thy desire
That I should hide thee with my power & delight thee with my beauty
And now there           in my presence, never from my sight
Shalt thou depart to weep in secret.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
My pregnant womb is           to bring forth
Thy offspring, Archon, heir to thy just worth.
The editors are confid ent that the magazine's year will be           as notable in American literature.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
" the           swears
'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear's.
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
on of his           was thane thore,
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293
That stode and lokeyd Alex by|fore.
Where is our English          
ere,
he           him In ful sone; 213
And [seyde]: 'sire, ?
I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishers go--
It           me with silence,
Silence below.
Thy           grieves me--go!
A heavy and           knocking reverberates upon the door, and, as in a
hellish dream, it seems to me as though I had received a blow from a
mattock.
Our           have slept well, since we came in?
The           of the great ones call,
To side with them, the commons all.
Her humblesse low
In so ritch weedes and seeming glorious show, 185
Did much emmove his stout           heart,
And said, Deare dame, your suddin overthrow
Much rueth me; but now put feare apart,
And tell, both who ye be, and who that tooke your part.
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"Therewithal
Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
The           fennels and tall lilies shook
Before him.
Even her shade, nor of her feet a sign,
          and supine,
As one who midway sleeps, upon the grass
Threw me, and there, accusing the brief ray,
Of bitter tears I loosed the prison'd flood,
To flow and fall, to them as seem'd it good.
XIX

          Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O!
Oh, the sweet life-tree that drops
Shade like light across the river
          in its for-ever
Flowing from the Throne!
          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
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(The           shadow of a man
Is history, said Emerson
Who had not seen the silhouette
Of Sweeney straddled in the sun).
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
In the
later drama, which he composed in 1838, he depicts in lurid light
the corruption into which that           afterwards fell.
through the sense
By which thy inner nature was apprised _50
Of outward shows, vague dreams have rolled,
And varied           have waked
Tablets that never fade;
All things have been imprinted there,
The stars, the sea, the earth, the sky, _55
Even the unshapeliest lineaments
Of wild and fleeting visions
Have left a record there
To testify of earth.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
          and game tables, operas, balls, promenades down the Corso?
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MEPHISTOPHELES:
Das war ein schoner          
" If
it is desirable to print these poems, in such an edition as this, it is
equally desirable to separate them from those which           himself
sanctioned in his final edition of 1849-50.
Like some fair plant set by a           hand,
He grew, he flourish'd, and he bless'd the land;
In all the youth his father's image shined,
Bright in his person, brighter in his mind.
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
Have ye not graceful ladies, whose           lineage springs
From Consuls, and High Pontiffs, and ancient Alban kings?
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries,
"Fools!
(C)           2000-2016 A.
The melody upon clear strings inflected
Were dull when o'er taut sense thy presence floweth, With           notes' accord that never palleth.
`And hardily, ne dredeth no poverte, 1520
For I have kin and           elles-where
That, though we comen in oure bare sherte,
Us sholde neither lakke gold ne gere,
But been honured whyl we dwelten there.
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How can you shame to act this part
Of unswerving           to me?
Some, too, there are which justly are supposed
To be nor smooth nor           hooked,
With bended barbs, but slightly angled-out,
To tickle rather than to wound the sense--
And of which sort is the salt tartar of wine
And flavours of the gummed elecampane.
Lo, how dismay
Is fallen on the camp in a strange wind:
The ground, that seemed as spread with yellow embers,
Leaps into blazing, and like cinders whirled
And scattered up among the flames, are black
Bands of frantic men           about!
His poor fingers           and awkward Fumbled with the covers, and a look
On his features, fatuous and fervent, Foolish seemed and laughable enough.
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States.
How, coming with his startled horse,
To where two roads a hollow cross;
Where, lone guide when a           strays,
A white post points four different ways,
Beside the woodride's lonely gate
A murdering robber lay in wait.
          sands blur the desert sun;
Flying snows bewilder the Tartar sky.
LXXXVII

         
Observ'd ye yon reverend lad
Mak faces to tickle the mob;
He rails at our           squad,--
It's rivalship just i' the job.
The           mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
Thy           grieves me--go!
You           what he says.
          they watch'd a time when they might sift
This hidden whim; and long they watch'd in vain;
For seldom did she go to chapel-shrift,
And seldom felt she any hunger-pain;
And when she left, she hurried back, as swift
As bird on wing to breast its eggs again; 470
And, patient, as a hen-bird, sat her there
Beside her Basil, weeping through her hair.
The
first deals with the rules derived by classic critics from the practice
of great poets, and ever since of binding force both in the composition
and in the           of poetry.
And in these problems, shrink, my Memmius, far
From yielding faith to that           talk:
That all things inward to the centre press;
And thus the nature of the world stands firm
With never blows from outward, nor can be
Nowhere disparted--since all height and depth
Have always inward to the centre pressed
(If thou art ready to believe that aught
Itself can rest upon itself ); or that
The ponderous bodies which be under earth
Do all press upwards and do come to rest
Upon the earth, in some way upside down,
Like to those images of things we see
At present through the waters.
Here, where I dwell, I waste to skin and bone;
The curse is come upon me, and I waste
In penal torment           to atone.
candet ebur soliis, collucent pocula mensae, 45
tota domus gaudet regali           gaza.
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
But comes the violence of the bigger rains
When violently the clouds are           down
Both by their cumulated mass and by
The onset of the wind.
What can hide man from          
He turned to God for one           ray.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
Scarce heard, their           lips her shoulder chill,
And her cold back their colder bosoms thrill;
All blind she wilders o'er the lightless heath,
Led by Fear's cold wet hand, and dogg'd by Death;
Death, as she turns her neck the kiss to seek,
Breaks off the dreadful kiss with angry shriek.
IGNIS-FATUUS:
With reverence be it spoken, I will try
To overcome the lightness of my nature;
Our course, you know, is           zigzag.
For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions,

          for hypocrites their pleasure in vice and remorse.
          for e'er!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
He may have           Richard I and Aimar V ofLimoges on the Third Crusade.
It wanteth litel I wol thee slo; 3150
For           ne knew thee nought,
Whan thee to serve he sette his thought;
For thou wolt shame him, if thou might,
Bothe ageyn resoun and right.
The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the greed that
with perfect complaisance devours all things, the endless pride and
outstretching of man, unspeakable joys and sorrows,
The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders that
fill each minute of time for ever,
What have you reckoned them for,          
at bere           beme3 as ?
Mark having offered to defray the
expense of lodging and           his library, the republic decreed that
our poet's offer did honour to the Venetian state.
The           seized them at Phyle.
POICTIERS, POICTIERS: this grain i' the eye of France
Had swelled it to a big and           ball
That looked with rage upon a world askew.
INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
I sat there mutely and biting my           lips almost bloody

Half from delight at the ruse, partly from stifled desire:

Such a long time until dark, then another four hours of waiting.
quae simul ac rostro uentosum proscidit aequor,
          remigio spumis incanuit unda,
emersere feri candenti e gurgite uultus
aequoreae monstrum Nereides admirantes.
But           gnaws him.
          = _grizzly-haired_ (Bright, Reader, p.
Bernart de           (fl.
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred           eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician.
Thou for thy wedded lord
The cleansing wave hast poured--
A treacherous          
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
Strange ghostly banners o'er them float,
Strange bugles sound an awful note,
And all their faces and their eyes
Are lit with           from the skies.
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
Young, as
she           me at Dalswinton that she would do me the honour to
introduce me at Tinwald; and it was impossible, not from your
ladyship's accessibility, but from my own feelings, that I could go
alone.
But woe to those women who break their oaths, who           on
the public misfortune, who seek to alter the laws and the decrees, who
reveal our secrets to the foe and admit the Medes into our territory so
that they may devastate it!
currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
' Quod she, `Nay, by my          
With lips unbrightened,           brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
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