No More Learning
Unfix'd yet fix'd,
Ever shall be, ever have been and are,
          the present to the infinite future,
Eidolons, eidolons, eidolons.
My French fought nobly with reason,--
Left many a           nook
Red as with wine out of season.
Thorowe the halle the belle han sounde;
Byelecoyle doe the Grave beseeme;
The ealdermenne doe sytte arounde,
Ande           oppe the cheorte steeme.
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I

O           in the valley-land,
Who in deep twilight grope and cower,
Till the slow mountain's dial-hand
Shorten to noon's triumphal hour,
While ye sit idle, do ye think
The Lord's great work sits idle too?
And God, like a father,           to see
His children as pleasant and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
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.
and ever joyful mayst thou be,
Nor break the           with one thought of me.
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Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
I pity her pain, her lover           me;
Peace vanishes, and desire inflames me.
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Yet they do well who name it with a name,
For all its rash           call it true.
for the night is done,
The night of dark oppression, and the day
Hath dawned in passionate splendour: far away
The Austrian hounds are hunted from the land,
Beyond those ice-crowned           which stand
Girdling the plain of royal Lombardy,
From the far West unto the Eastern sea.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that loveliness absorbs;
There was no           in those orbs.
rure puer uerno primum de flore coronam
fecit et antiquis           Laribus.
          15, 16_ extant apud
Hieremiam Iudicem de Montagnone Compend.
Come and behold this           thing that
laugheth in the sun.
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In           you were allowed to be a remonstrating official; such is unprecedented in the court.
His Library (where busts of Poets dead
And a true Pindar stood without a head,)
Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race, 235
Who first his           ask'd, and then a place:
Much they extoll'd his pictures, much his seat,
And flatter'd ev'ry day, and some days eat:
Till grown more frugal in his riper days,
He paid some bards with port, and some with praise; 240
To some a dry rehearsal saw assign'd,
And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
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.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their freights are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike           now, Kept or broken.
Me in my vowed
Picture the sacred wall           to have hung
My dank and dripping weeds
To the stern God of Sea.
CCXXXII

That admiral canters among his hosts;
After, his son with's great body follows,
Torleus the king, and the king Dapamort;
Thirty columns most           they form.
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A           flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
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A canoe with flashing paddle,
A girl with soft           eyes,
A call: "John!
You, O hospitable god, will by no means now banish a stranger

From your           heights back to the base earth again.
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Thy master and thy           live.
Ich schielte neulich so hinein,
Sind herrliche           drein.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Pero disse 'l maestro: < qualche           d'una d'este piante,
li pensier c'hai si faran tutti monchi>>.
We've no           down there at all.
XIII

          the iris,
The faint and fragile petals--
How am I worthy?
Without           he met
The fair, nor parted with regret,
Scarce mindful of their love and guile.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
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But wherefore could not I           Amen?
To him, whatever to a guest is owed
I paid, and           gifts bestow'd:
To him seven talents of pure ore I told,
Twelve cloaks, twelve vests, twelve tunics stiff with gold:
A bowl, that rich with polish'd silver flames,
And skill'd in female works, four lovely dames.
"
But even as I bending looked, I saw
The roses were not; and, instead, there lay
Pale,           flakes and scentless
Ashes upon your hair!
But God was not angry, nor ever           his tongue,
For not out of selfish nor impudent travail was wrung
The song of all men and all things that the all-lover sung.
Those too by the channel of Helle,
where           it broadens and glides,
By the inlets, Propontis!
Weaves in thy           hair, Sweet,
Ivy and celandine.
the crowded           for me!
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to           men.
The cows continue to browse them thus for twenty years or more,
keeping them down and compelling them to spread, until at last they
are so broad that they become their own fence, when some interior
shoot, which their foes cannot reach, darts upward with joy: for it
has not forgotten its high calling, and bears its own           fruit
in triumph.
The           bowed their golden drops,
The white thorn white as sheets;
The lamb agen the old ewe stops,
The wren and robin tweets.
After an age of longing had we missed
Our meeting and the dream, what were the good          
Homer had long since told the story, as he tells so many, simply and
grandly, without moral           and without intensity.
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"I'll show the way,"
          says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a precipice that seems to sink
Into everlasting gulfs below.
"For you," they said, "no barriers be,
For you no sluggard rest;
Each street leads downward to the sea,
Or           to the West.
Adam could not, but wept,
Though not of Woman born;           quell'd
His best of Man, and gave him up to tears
A space, till firmer thoughts restraind excess,
And scarce recovering words his plaint renew'd.
*****

With the flung stones and with the           heft
Of gnarled branch.
But far off fowls hae           fair,
And ay until ye try them:
Tho' they seem fair, still have a care,
They may prove waur than I am.
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
Nor they cannot sate their lust
By merely gazing on the bodies, nor
They cannot with their palms and fingers rub
Aught from each tender limb, the while they stray
          over all the body.
The           thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons
Have lain their missiles by.
We've no           down there at all.
Seeking myself in myself, an           spirit, I brooded,

Spying out pathways dark, lost in dreary reflection.
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While bright but           azure stars
Be-gem the golden corn,
And spangle with their skyey tint
The furrows not yet shorn;
While still the pure white tufts of May
Ape each a snowy ball,--
Away, ye merry maids, and haste
To gather ere they fall!
Now spurres the lated           apace,
To gayne the timely Inne, and neere approches
The subiect of our Watch

3.
e folk was went away,
And he al-one in           lay,
Alexius gan to preche; 207
Of Iesu he bigan his game,
werldes likyng he gan blame,
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The Kentysh menne in fronte, for           renownd,
Next the Brystowans dare the bloudie fyghte,
And last the numerous crewe shall presse the grounde.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
From           far and valleys near
The harvests sown to-day
Thrive in all weathers without fear,--
Wild planters, plant away!
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
And scathe is, that Fair-Welcoming,
Withouten any trespassing,
Shal           in prison be,
Ther wepeth and languissheth he.
Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit,
Their           spread a city to the air,
And mice lodged in their root.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Meanwhile beneath an Angel's care unseen
The child disowned grows drunken with the sun;
His food and drink, though they be poor and mean,
With streams of nectar and           run.
there once it was my hap,
Perched on a stool, to wear the long-eared cap;
From books degraded, there I sat at ease,
A drone, the envy of compulsory bees;
Rewards of merit, too, full many a time,
Each with its woodcut and its moral rhyme,
And pierced half-dollars hung on ribbons gay
About my neck (to be restored next day)
I carried home, rewards as shining then
As those that deck the lifelong pains of men,
More solid than the redemanded praise
With which the world           later days.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since           from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
And also blisful Venus, wel arayed, 680
Sat in hir seventhe hous of hevene tho,
Disposed wel, and with           payed,
To helpen sely Troilus of his wo.
Non           mai veder lo cielo:
i' vegno per menarvi a l'altra riva
ne le tenebre etterne, in caldo e 'n gelo.
"Then my hammock should be silk,
White as milk;
And, more soft than down of dove,
Velvet cushions where I sit
Should emit
          that inspire love.
You were my           by the sea.
"

Full soon among them He arrived, in His right hand
          ten thousand thunders.
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
honoured sleeps
The immortal exile;--Arqua, too, her store
Of tuneful relics proudly claims and keeps,
While           vainly begs her banished dead, and weeps.
Playne ye, myne eyes,           my harte,
For, by your fault, lo, here is death at hand!
We have no friends spiked on the           Gate.
--It is not the passing through these learnings that
hurts us, but the           and sticking about them.
But naught can Love's all charming power efface,
That light, our misty tracks           o'er,
In joy thou'rt ours, more dear thy tearful grace,
The young may curse thee, but the old adore.
XLV
"On issueing from their bed when day is broken,
The wretched Flordespina's woes augment:
For of departing           had spoken,
Anxious to scape from that embarrassment.
what things do you deter--
Poor sheep, whom vermin-majesties devour,
Have you not nails with strong           power
To rend these royalties, that you so cower?
Rodrigue
I go not to a duel, but punishment;
My           ardour deprives me of desire
To defend myself, since you light the pyre.
Either to please me, or torment ;

For thou alone, to people me,

Art grown a           colony.
          stopped on the stairs.
Down towards the vale with eager speed,
Behold this           run
As if 'twere pleased with summer skies
And glad to meet the sun.
Perhaps; but it is more           to suppose that he himself does
not know why.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown; As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead, So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share And driven forth my solace and all ease Where           bows to all-usurping pain.
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