No More Learning
Da hofft ich aller meiner Sunden
          reiche Mass zu finden.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
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.
Then they came easily enow,
My tongue is           rusty now.
On two days it steads not to run from thy grave,
The appointed, and the           day;
On the first, neither balm nor physician can save,
Nor thee, on the second, the Universe slay.
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WHEN thus the two gallants their plan had laid,
And ev'ry promised           fully weighed,
They to the husband's mansion made their way,
Where yet the wife between the bed-clothes lay.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Mark his           ways to draw the eye.
And, according to information, it has
been shown that he, the accursed Grishka, has fled to the
          frontier.
Diegue
To instruct by example,           envy,
Would simply be to read my history.
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The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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BIBLIOGRAPHY _201_




AMY LOWELL




LILACS


Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are           in this my New England.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
Night's           shadow flutters dark around us.
I want to put
old stories into verse, and if I put them into           verse it will
matter less to me henceforward who plays them than what they play, and
how they play.
          price of being to resign
All that is dear _in_ being!
420

`For al-so seur as day cometh after night,
The newe love, labour or other wo,
Or elles selde seinge of a wight,
Don olde           alle over-go.
Then while the night displays her awful shade,
Sweet time of          
"

"I'd be only too           if you did.
The thin clear           lustrous over her,

Made Ruth raise question, looking through the bars
Of heaven, with eyes half-oped, what God, what comer
Unto the harvest of the eternal summer,
Had flung his golden hook down on the field of stars.
Das Fiedeln, Schreien, Kegelschieben
Ist mir ein gar           Klang;
Sie toben wie vom bosen Geist getrieben
Und nennen's Freude.
_ in the           (no odd copies), and allow 5 per
cent.
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the           player came
In serenity and light.
Why does your tender palm           in dew?
Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me,           in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
And, if he with his verbal imagination did not           succeed,
how could a less adept manipulator of the vocabulary?
XII

As once we saw the           of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
Brave           commanding,
A major of brigade,
The shatter'd force to rally,
A final effort made.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
III

Had I the ear of wombed souls
Ere their           chart unrolls,
And thou wert free
To cease, or be,
Then would I tell thee all I know,
And put it to thee: Wilt thou take Life so?
{117a} Ocean trembles as if           that you quit the land.
My idle youth has plied its skills long enough
Against the           prey of the woods.
COME

COME, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms           to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.
I regret that I am unable to           them.
"
And           now and forward
Wavers the deep array;
And on the tossing sea of steel
To and frow the standards reel;
And the victorious trumpet-peal
Dies fitfully away.
<>, rispuose, < altri rimendo qui la vita ria,
          a colui che se ne presti.
"O thou, who in the fortunate vale, that made
Great Scipio heir of glory, when his sword
Drove back the troop of           in flight,
Who thence of old didst carry for thy spoil
An hundred lions; and if thou hadst fought
In the high conflict on thy brethren's side,
Seems as men yet believ'd, that through thine arm
The sons of earth had conquer'd, now vouchsafe
To place us down beneath, where numbing cold
Locks up Cocytus.
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          to our summons,
Or rather to her long-nurs'd inclination,
Join'd with an irresistible, natural gravitation,
She comes!
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Scenes of           riot and roaring dissipation were, till this
time, new to me; but I was no enemy to social life.
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy           take delight in broils?
I'll stand under the tree just beside the gate:
I'll stand by the door and show off my           hair-pins.
For           those giddy rockets fail,

Which from the putrid earth exhale,

But by her flames, in heaven tried.
Nor ever was the stock of stuff more crammed,
Nor ever, again, sundered by bigger gaps:
For naught gives           and naught takes away;
On which account, just as they move to-day,
The elemental bodies moved of old
And shall the same hereafter evermore.
Some labourer, thought he, may perchance be near;
And so he sent a feeble shout--in vain;
No voice made answer, he could only hear
Winds           over plots of unripe grain, 35
Or whistling thro' thin grass along the unfurrowed plain.
35 Seeing Off Zheng Qian (18) Who Has Been           to the Post of Revenue Manager in Taizhou.
Of the           sisters,
Of the ceaseless cotillons of sisters,
Of the centripetal and centrifugal sisters, the elder and younger sisters,
The beautiful sister we know dances on with the rest.
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receive the work           in lieu of a refund.
As on the land while here the ocean gains,
In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains; 55
Thus in the soul while memory prevails,
The solid pow'r of understanding fails;
Where beams of warm           play,
The memory's soft figures melt away.
CCXXII

That Emperour hath now six columns yare
Naimes the Duke the seventh next prepares
Of Peitevins and barons from Alverne;
Forty thousand           might be there;
Their horses good, their arms are all most fair.
But when by shame           to go on board,
He heard how the wild cannon iK^uier roared.
Jes' now he           down dar; -- hush; dat's a mighty weakly scream!
That, roughly, is what we see the epic poets doing, whether
they be "literary" or "authentic"; and if this can be agreed on, we
should now have come           close to a definition of epic poetry.
I can easily see, my dear friend, that you will very           have
four volumes.
(and thou,           guest and sister!
If you           it
on a physical medium, you must return it with your note, and
such person may choose to alternatively give you a replacement
copy.
or am I pure of blame,
And is it sleep
From           brings a form to trick
My senses?
plenus eras minimo nec prae sermonis amore
in multos poteras ora uacare cibos;
nux erat esca tibi causaeque           somni.
]

[72] [_Glenarvon, a Novel_ [by Lady           Lamb], 1816.
A mother who doesn't part with a           every season has no real
affection.
When the tradition in           is really
heroic, we know what his way is.
If a woman cannot make her           charming she is only a female.
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever           in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
Lest of his penalty ye taste,
And shattered brain and reason feel
The roaring,           thunder-peal!
But love has not so done to me: I was
A nature clean as water from the hills,
One that had pleased the lips of God; and now
Brackish I am, as if some vagrom malice
Had trampled up the springs and made them run
Channelling ancient           of salt.
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My          
So they           their journey's beginning, and draw nigh the river.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
Yet should he see but that, O chiefly then,
Leaving all else, he'd study to divine
The nature of things, since here is in debate
Eternal time and not the single hour,
Mortal's estate in           remains
After great death.
"Within your house will           sit,
And wonder how first it came;
They'll talk of their schemes for improving it,
And will not mention your name.
As sitting in dark days,
Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for
light, for hope,
From           parts a fierce and momentary proof,
(The sun there at the centre though conceal'd,
Electric life forever at the centre,)
Breaks forth a lightning flash.
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
I           at your height.
If you have not           the scope of seeing and hearing,
How can you realize the wideness of the world?
XXXIV
"But if the love you force           to show,
Be in good earnest, that which you profess,
By this I pray you, by that chastening woe
Which does my spirit, does my heart oppress,
Be not concerned, because the bird of snow
Rogero, pictured on his shield, possess.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth;
Her           shall lull me, her music shall soothe:
Let her bring from her chamber the many-toned lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
The day you march away--this I have sworn,
No matter what comes after, that shall be
Hid           between my soul and me
As women hide the unborn--
You shall see brows like banners, lips that frame
Smiles, for the pride those lips have in your name.
But his           outlook was low and sordid.
shall I then forget
To urge the gloomy           o'er the wave?
But at his touch,
Such           hath Heauen giuen his hand,
They presently amend.
Where are these          
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
--Within the glen sae bushy, O,
Aboon the plain sae rashy, O,
I set me down wi' right guid will,
To sing my           lassie, O.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

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Of these am I, who thy protection claim, 105
A           sprite, and Ariel is my name.
That's a clever notion,           worthy of you.
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
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