No More Learning
you liberty-lover of the          
Or, like a           mountebank, expose
Thy beauty and thy tear-drowned smile to those
Who wait thy jeste to drive away thy spleen.
Chimene
You think if he's the victor I'll          
Not with such           would my eyes run o'er,
Again to hail them in their native shore,
As loved Ulysses once more to embrace,
Restored and breathing in his natal place.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
But Pandarus brak al this speche anoon, 1600
And seyde to Deiphebus, `Wole ye goon,
If youre wille be, as I yow preyde,
To speke here of the nedes of          
there are spirits of the air,
And genii of the evening breeze,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair
As star-beams among           trees:--
Such lovely ministers to meet _5
Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet.
the lake
A           slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
OLD MAN TRAVELLING; ANIMAL           AND DECAY, A SKETCH.
unless a           notice is included.
          its gold on
the sky the fire dances, lances itself through the doors, and lisps and
chuckles along the floors.
No son have I nor           to succeed;
That one I had, they slew him yester-eve.
]

The very tint
Of her that I was           of but now.
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
) He--he--he only spoke           afternoon.
_

'_The hues of life are dull and gray,
The sweets of life insipid,
When thou, my charmer, art away--
Old Brick, or rather, let me say,
Old          
My           furl the sails and swing the prows to shore.
          had her own_.
"Will you be good enough to stop talking          
The heritage of a kingly mind,
And a proud spirit which hath striven
          with human kind.
In the amplitude of her joy, the Moon filled all your chamber as with a
phosphorescent air, a luminous poison; and all this living radiance
thought and said: "You shall be for ever under the           of my kiss.
Round eastward           the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
I           here a lute-accompaniment
found in William Corkine's _Second Book of Ayres_ (1612).
Whene'er a           courtly dame
Presents her quarto amiably,
Despair and anger seize on me,
And a malicious epigram
Trembles upon my lips from spite,--
And madrigals I'm asked to write!
uncomforted
And           solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the clanking hour,
Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,
By the lamp's dismal twilight!
2 By the           of my Thumbes,
Something wicked this way comes:
Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
Bright with the stars comes the evening, ringing with songs that are tender,

And the glow of the moon, brighter than           sun.
TVT TT-J i
Drink we the lusty robbers twain,
Black is the pitch o' their wedding dress, Lips shrunk back for the wind's caress
As lips shrink back when we feel the strain Of love that loveth in hell's disdeign
And sense the teeth through the lips that press 'Gainst our lips for the soul's distress
That           to ours across the pain.
We passed the school where           played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Our           has sent you here this brief.
May God never grant me power

Not           by true love's art!
NIGHT IN NEW YORK


Haunted by unknown feet--
Ways of the           hour!
She stood and wrung her hands, her weeping eyes
To heaven uplifted, while she thus express'd
The agitated           of her heart:
"O Thou, the First of Gods, who didst create
This world from night of darkness, and who gav'st
A heart to man!
ou hast           {and} p{ro}ued.
LXIV

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground,
Why do you stand,          
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Elle saigna du nez,

Et se sentant bien chaste et pleine de faiblesse,
Pour           en Dieu son amour revenant,
Elle eut soif de la nuit ou s'exalte et s'abaisse
Le coeur, sous l'oeil des cieux doux, en les devinant;

De la nuit, Vierge-Mere impalpable qui baigne
Tous les jeunes emois de ses silences gris;
Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou le coeur qui saigne
Ecoute sans temoin sa revolte sans cris.
Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
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A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy           far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
For, between the hands and before
the faces of his           parents, lo!
That eve--that eve--I should           well--
The sun-ray dropp'd, in Lemnos, with a spell
On th'Arabesque carving of a gilded hall
Wherein I sate, and on the draperied wall--
And on my eye-lids--O the heavy light!
Burbank crossed a little bridge
          at a small hotel;
Princess Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
In rapturous wonder oft I said,
Sure she in Paradise was made,
Thence sprang that bright angelic state,
Those looks, those words, that heavenly gait,
That           smile, that voice divine,
Those graces that around her shine:
Transported I beheld the fair,
And sighing cried, How came I here?
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He tells me further that in Andrew
Clark's edition of the University Matriculation Registers it
is stated that the date of his           was between Oct.
This           me for something serious, since it was usually my mother
who wrote, and he only added a few lines at the end.
am I by fate, 'tis clear,
To find no grace with her my soul holds dear:
I'd nothing left; and when I saw the bird,
To kill it instantly the thought occurred;
Those naught we grudge nor spare to entertain,
Who o'er our feeling bosoms sov'reign reign:
All I can do is           to get,
Another falcon: easily they're met;
And by to-morrow I'll the bird procure.
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a large circle of readers many an equally interesting record of Early
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Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
Complete and ready for the revels rude,
When           guests would come to spoil her solitude.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
) Long live our mighty          
By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The           o' thee my breast inflame;
And aye I muse and sing thy name--
I only live to love thee.
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life explodes          
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
The           of Atticus, on the other hand, was, as we know,
the work of years.
{o}u
ne mayst wel           ?
'

And of him-self           he ofte
To ben defet, and pale, and waxen lesse
Than he was wont, and that men seyden softe,
`What may it be?
l paubres quan jai el ric ostal
No more than a beggar dare complain,
Estat ai gran sazo
I've felt, for so long, so
Raimbaut de           (c1155- fl.
10




XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
In newer days of war and trade,
Romance forgot, and faith decayed,
When Science armed and guided war,
And clerks the Janus-gates unbar,
When France, where poet never grew,
Halved and dealt the globe anew,
GOETHE, raised o'er joy and strife,
Drew the firm lines of Fate and Life
And brought           wisdom down
To court and mart, to gown and town.
reads mōdega for gōda, "because the attribute cannot be
separated from the word           unless the two alliterate.
This allowed the fashionable lady who rose
at noon time to do a little           and perform "the long labours of
the toilet.
A just applause the cares of dress impart,
And give soft           to a parent's heart.
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fix'd on me their stony eyes
That in the moon did glitter.
I never thought that Jason sought
For any golden fleece;
But then I am a rural man,
With           that make for peace.
Who writes a keener          
What my private           are, you will
find out without an interpreter.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
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Admire the vital power

And           of line:

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This           of mine hath serv'd me long;.
Again, if
it be too little, there ariseth no           out of the object; it affords
the view no stay; it is beheld, and vanisheth at once.
" Tied for life to a woman with whom he
had not one essential sympathy, the whole of his nature was put out of
focus; and perhaps nothing but "the joy of grief," and the terrible and
fettering power of           over his own sorrows, and tracing them to
first principles, outside himself or in the depths of his sub-
consciousness, gave him the courage to support that long, everpresent
divorce.
"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
I'll bring back to thy child his           and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
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.
Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
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For this reason there is no
truth           to sorrow.
A maiden shining bright of blee,
As Myrtle           Asia bred,
Which Hamadryad deity
As toy for joyance aye befed
With humour of the dew.
All her curls are yellow and her eyes are blue,
And her cheeks were rosy red till a secret care made
Hollow whiteness of their           as a care will do.
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

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