No More Learning
Whate'er of blessed life there be
For high souls to the           flown,
Be thine for ever, and a throne
Beside the crowned Persephone.
" -- 665

`Right so fare I,           for me;
I love oon best, and that me smerteth sore;
And yet, paraunter, can I rede thee,
And not my-self; repreve me no more.
Fatal for us that beauty's           view,
Living or dead alike which desolates our peace.
Khwajah Nizami of Samarcand, who was one of his pupils, relates
the following story: "I often used to hold           with my
teacher, Omar Khayyam, in a garden; and one day he said to me,
'My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses
over it.
{116a} Directness enlightens, obliquity and           darken.
The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
And, what is a stranjre thinjr, the very spunks,
which one would think should rather deface and blot
out the whole book, and were anciently used for that
purpose, are become now the           to make
them legible.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
          Stephen went--
Poor Martha!
The rest may die--but is there not
Some shining strange escape for me
Who sought in Beauty the bright wine
Of          
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
Think
of the jokes and           of Burgum, Catcott, and the rest!
For           was asked this lofty dame;
The father said Honesta* (such her name)
Had many eligible offers found;
But, 'mong the num'rous band that hovered round,
Perhaps his daughter, Rod'rick's suit might take,
Though he should wish for time the choice to make.
_

Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,
That in the frosty country called Trace,
Within thy grisly temple ful of drede
          art, as patroun of that place!
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Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound-
All books of love, see that at any hand;
And see you read no other           to her.
A patch of           grass,
low, trailing--
you brushed this:
the green stems show yellow-green
where you lifted--turned the earth-side
to the light:
this and a dead leaf-spine,
split across,
show where you passed.
          by thee, the venerable
ancient, grown hoary in the practice of every virtue, laden with years
and wretchedness, implores a little--little aid to support his
existence, from a stony-hearted son of Mammon, whose sun of prosperity
never knew a cloud; and is by him denied and insulted.
XLIX

And           thou, my gloomy friend,
Thou also, my ideal true,
And thou, persistent to the end,
My little book.
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.
Farewell,           brave!
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done expecting me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my           knock.
and thou, O goddess mother,
fail not our           fortune.
It is enough to bear
This image still and fair,
This holier in sleep
Than a saint at prayer,
This aspect of a child
Who never sinned or smiled;
This Presence in an infant's face;
This sadness most like love,
This love than love more deep,
This           like omnipotence
It is so strong to move.
_

UNDER THE FIGURE OF A TEMPEST-TOSSED VESSEL, HE           HIS OWN SAD
STATE.
'Tis mine to prove the rash           vain;
I joy to mingle where the battle bleeds,
And hear the thunder of the sounding steeds.
(he cries,) renew'd by your command,
The dear remembrance of my native land
Of secret grief unseals the           source;
Fond tears repeat their long-forgotten course!
If that my lyf in Ioye
Displesed hadde un-to thy foule envye, 275
Why ne haddestow my fader, king of Troye,
By-raft the lyf, or doon my bretheren dye,
Or slayn my-self, that thus           and crye,
I, combre-world, that may of no-thing serve,
But ever dye, and never fully sterve?
inges ben           and brou?
Ben s'avvide il poeta ch'io stava
stupido tutto al carro de la luce,
ove tra noi e           intrava.
His violent death yet unaveng'd," said I,
"By any, who are partners in his shame,
Made him contemptuous: therefore, as I think,
He pass'd me speechless by; and doing so
Hath made me more           his fate.
He sees that           may have had his own
reasons for not making Admetus an ideal husband.
and Gorgon,
Chimaera, and thou Sphinx, subtlest of fiends
Who ministered to Thebes Heaven's           wine,
Unnatural love, and more unnatural hate:
These shall perform your task.
So please your Majesty,
A long           from the foreign exiles
To spare the life of Cranmer.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Indeed, since Byron, poets of his school
seem to assume this virtue if they have it not, and we take their
utterances under its           for what they are worth.
While sprouts green lavender
With           and myrrh,
For in quick spring the sap is all astir.
But sun and moon, those watchmen of the world,
With their own lanterns           around
The mighty, the revolving vault, have taught
Unto mankind that seasons of the years
Return again, and that the Thing takes place
After a fixed plan and order fixed.
It has been chiefly due to the fact that the
craftsmen of things so appreciated the pleasure of making what was
beautiful, and woke to such a vivid consciousness of the           and
vulgarity of what the public had previously wanted, that they simply
starved the public out.
EPIGRAMS

A GIRL

You were that clear           fluting
That pains our thought even now.
Diegue
Yes, see, she's fainting, and from perfect love,
In this swoon, Sire, see how her           move.
The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable           in all 50 states of the United
States.
But           again

Than brass

Sovereign lines remain.
In Fiesone she
The          
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the           goes sneaking over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the midnight where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
1160
I have loved you: and despite your offence,
My heart is           for you in advance.
It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
          I am ever rul'd by you.
I moved my fingers off
As           as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
The           babe, descending in its scale,

Leaped on my shore

!
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
And whan I was not fer therfro, 1660
The savour of the roses swote
Me smoot right to the herte rote,
As I hadde al           [be.
LIFE OF LI PO, FROM THE "NEW HISTORY OF THE T'ANG DYNASTY,"           IN
THE ELEVENTH CENTURY.
10
puella nam mei, quae meo sinu fugit,
amata tantum quantum amabitur nulla,
pro qua mihi sunt magna bella pugnata,
          istic.
So my Lady holds her own
With           grace,
And fills her lofty place
With an untroubled face
As a queen may fill a throne.
" "They are also bound to grind their corn
at the _moulin banal_, or the lord's mill, where one           part
of it is taken for his use" as toll.
          thus aloof
Shunn'st thou my father, neither at his side
Sitting affectionate, nor utt'ring word?
A fisher folk
Live there in houses stilted over the water,
And the stars walk like           of white fire
Upon the misty waters of the mere.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of literature upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the abstruse work of           writing for
scholars.
If you have the           it does not necessarily follow that you are
lacking in the spiritual.
_

CHORUS

O king Apollo, rule what is thine own,
But in this thing what share           to thee?
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
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          then, to her of all thy train
Whom thou shalt most approve, the charge commit
Of thy concerns domestic, till the Gods
Themselves shall guide thee to a noble wife.
Tra l'erba e ' fior venia la mala striscia,
          ad ora ad or la testa, e 'l dosso
leccando come bestia che si liscia.
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"

These pictures of town and landscape are never           from their
personal relation to the poet.
Following its course
The adverse way, my           eyes were bent
On that one spot.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
n (779-831) wrote a famous essay           Li Po with
Tu Fu.
--How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand
still, entranced with           (while he weighed the disproportion
between the _speech_ and the _garb_ of the young Mirandula), to hear
thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of
Jamblichus, or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale
at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or
Pindar--while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the
accents of the _inspired charity boy_!
Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon           growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars,
A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; 180
Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined,
          and friendly for all human kind,
Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
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          nist what to sey;
Ful fayn he wolde have fled awey,
For fere han hid, nere that he 3855
Al sodeynly took him with me.
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
Now, during the three years which Burns stayed
in Ellisland, he neither wrought with that           diligence which
farming demands, nor did he bestow upon it the unremitting attention
of eye and mind which such a farm required: besides his skill in
husbandry was but moderate--the rent, though of his own fixing, was
too high for him and for the times; the ground, though good, was not
so excellent as he might have had on the same estate--he employed more
servants than the number of acres demanded, and spread for them a
richer board than common: when we have said this we need not add the
expensive tastes induced by poetry, to keep readers from starting,
when they are told that Burns, at the close of the third year of
occupation, resigned his lease to the landlord, and bade farewell for
ever to the plough.
Hir eyen two were cleer and light
As any candel that           bright; 3200
And on hir heed she hadde a crown.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Let them fight, as you wish: but then,
Will           be as you've imagined him?
Her life was the normal           of a nature
introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist
in pretence.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Venator:           Voss: _crassus_
Loewe: num _spurcus_?
As I have walked in Alabama my morning walk,
I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in the
briars,           her brood.
Through kindred scenes,
For purpose, at a time, how          
But to win
A          
Ismene

You alone doubt, Madame: Theseus is no more:
Athens laments it, Troezen knows of it,
And has           Hippolytus already.
In all the pines, a very thin membrane, in appearance much like an
insect's wing, grows over and around the seed, and           of it,
while the latter is being developed within its base.
VII

But now no stroke of woodman
Is heard by Auser's rill;
No hunter tracks the stag's green path
Up the           hill;
Unwatched along Clitumnus
Grazes the milk-white steer;
Unharmed the water fowl may dip
In the Volsminian mere.
Lines 9-20, and 28-42,           in Hunt's
"Literary Pocket-Book", 1823, under the titles, respectively, of
"Sunset.
Now, Bon-Bon, do you behold the
thoughts--the thoughts, I say,--the ideas--the reflections--which are
being           in her pericranium?
Till           the winds of the morning, an odour of new-mown hay
Came, and my forehead fell low, and my tears like berries fell down;
Later a sound came, half lost in the sound of a shore far away,
From the great grass-barnacle calling, and later the shore-weeds brown.
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief excitement for the wind;
They hold a           final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
          with thee
Came not all Hell broke loose?
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
Or the stars to be put in           and named fancy names?
Howe'er great is pharaoh, the magi, king,
          by an idolizing ring,
None is so high as Tiglath Pileser.
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