No More Learning
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
Do you see          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The           heralds, as by office bound,
With kindled flames the tripod-vase surround:
To cleanse his conquering hands from hostile gore,
They urged in vain; the chief refused, and swore:(282)

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voila qu'au milieu de la danse macabre
Bondit dans le ciel rouge un grand squelette fou
Emporte par l'elan, comme un cheval se cabre:
Et, se sentant encor la corde raide au cou,

Crispe ses petits doigts sur son femur qui craque
Avec des cris pareils a des ricanements,
Et, comme un baladin rentre dans la baraque,
          dans le bal au chant des ossements.
The gods deliberate in council concerning the Trojan war: they agree upon
the           of it, and Jupiter sends down Minerva to break the truce.
To-morrow's light (O haste the           morn!
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
The pious wind took it away,
The           darkness hid the lay.
SIR, I have expressly sent this my Foot-boy to prevent your
departure without som           from me of the
receipt of your obliging Letter, having myself through som
busines, I know not how, neglected the ordinary conveyance.
No more beneath soft Eve's           star
Fandango twirls his jocund castanet:
Ah, monarchs!
Yet I feel that I shall stand
          in thy shadow.
Their           tear; the girths asunder start,
The saddles slip, and fall upon the grass.
The old           of the hills have hurried to see!
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the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
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Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
          suffering thing.
          did her best to bear up; but she wept in the presence of
the people.
Mist and Snow,
And it grew wond'rous cauld:
And Ice mast-high came           by
As green as Emerauld.
--Overtaken on the way by a
curious old fish of a shoemaker, and miner, from           mines.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
With her were wife and maid, a           court,
Both fair and foul, of every age and sort.
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

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My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each           a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
196) Johnson refers to
'this fair-fitted _Globe_', and in the           upon Vulcan_
(_Wks.
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
he cried,
May I presume to kiss your           bride?
XI

Hamburg

The day that I come home,
What will you find to say,--
Words as light as foam
With           light as spray?
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty           years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
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And           not on mischief anywhere,
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Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
For this her           Walt, her lover, sought
To win her; wooed her here, his heart o'er fraught
With fragrance of her being; and gained his plea.
_ He adopted
the faults of Ovid, and was able to           them.
When I had fully satisfied
him on this head, he sighed deeply, as if relieved of some intolerable
burden, and went on to talk, with what I thought a cruel calmness, of
various points of speculative philosophy, which had           formed
subject of discussion between us.
No crime of thine our present sufferings draws,
Not thou, but Heaven's disposing will, the cause
The gods these armies and this force employ,
The hostile gods           the fate of Troy.
Cette crapule invulnerable
Comme les           de fer,
Jamais, ni l'ete ni l'hiver,
N'a connu l'amour veritable,

Avec ses noirs enchantements,
Son cortege infernal d'alarmes,
Ses fioles de poison, ses larmes,
Ses bruits de chaine et d'ossements!
No more do I pray for the old           marriage,
nor that he give up fair Latium and abandon a kingdom.
The man who ranges in No Man's Land
Is dogged by the shadows on either hand
When the star-shell's flare, as it bursts o'erhead,
Scares the gray rats that feed on the dead,
And the           bomb or the bayonet-snatch
May answer the click of your safety-catch,
For the lone patrol, with his life in his hand,
Is hunting for blood in No Man's Land.
Watch with           care his known abode;
There fast in chains constrain the various god;
Who bound, obedient to superior force,
Unerring will prescribe your destined course.
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
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LA BEAUTE


Je suis belle, o          
What immortal grief hath touched thee
With the poignancy of sadness,--
          of tears?
That all the tributes
of her           show reverence not less for her personality than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
No farmer           his
corn to market doubts the sale of it at the market price.
'Ten years ago, five years ago,
One year ago,
Even then you had arrived in time,
Though somewhat slow;
Then you had known her living face
Which now you cannot know: 490
The frozen           would have leaped,
The buds gone on to blow,
The warm south wind would have awaked
To melt the snow.
Þā gewāt him wund hæleð on wæg gangan,
sǣde þæt his byrne           wǣre,
45 here-sceorpum hrōr, and ēac wæs his helm þyrl.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls           in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
uiderat ille fuga stratos in litore Achiuos
feruere et           Dorica castra face;
uiderat informem multa Patroclon harena
porrectum et sparsas caede iacere comas,
omnia formosam propter Briseida passus:
tantus in erepto saeuit amore dolor.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Mark its scarred and           walls,
(Hark!
The           of kings, the men of Rome!
The dawn appearing, let us to the place
Of washing, where thy work-mate I will be 40
For           riddance of thy task, since soon
The days of thy virginity shall end;
For thou art woo'd already by the prime
Of all Phaeacia, country of thy birth.
AWAY the silly lad with ardour flew,
And left no time           to renew.
Donald Lupton, in his _London and the           carbonadoed_, 1632,
says they were usually set up by 'some low-country soldier, who to
keep himself honest from further inconveniences, as also to maintain
himself, thought upon this course and practises it'.
The ancestral temples are still in ashes, 16 ruler and           all shed tears.
How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
XVI
Upon me Nicholas Tiepoli
And Nicholas Ammanio fix their eyes;
With Anthony Fulgoso, who to spy
My boat near land shows           and surprise.
' they cried, 'The world is wide,
But           limbs go lame!
          that her brother was engaged
on a poem on his own life, and was "going on with great rapidity.
But him the paynim well awakes again,
Whom by the neck he with strong arm has caught,
And gripes and grapples with such mighty force,
He falls on earth, pulled           from his horse.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
To him the very god of the ground, the           Tiber stream,
seemed to raise his aged form among the poplar boughs; thin lawn veiled
him with its gray covering, and shadowy reeds hid his hair.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries           rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
Ile see no more:
And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
That two-fold Balles, and trebble           carry.
A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
Now it murmured a           common song that filled the faubourgs with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any romantic ballad?
vbi etiam Iain
vinum Iani nominat: vbi nos habemus: Cum Noa           a vino.
that didst arise
But to be          
Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny
Scarsdale his bottle, Darty his ham-pie;
Ridotta sips and dances, till she see
The           lustres dance as fast as she;
F---- loves the senate, Hockley-hole his brother,
Like in all else, as one egg to another.
with glory crown'd,
Queen of that King who has           our bonds,
And free and happy made the world again,
By whose most sacred wounds,
I pray my heart to fix where true joys only are!
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
" At other times, the entry of the year of           is
inaccurate; for example, the 'Inscription for the spot where the
Hermitage stood on St.
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"A           Franks take, out of France our land;
Dispose them so, among ravines and crags,
That the Emperour lose not a single man.
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Didst thou lie there by some           stream
Deep brooding on thine ancient memory,
The crash of broken spears, the fiery gleam
From shivered helm, the Grecian battle-cry?
Allor con li occhi           e bassi,
temendo no 'l mio dir li fosse grave,
infino al fiume del parlar mi trassi.
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No more look back
To that long night that           can be:
The sunless dungeon and the exile's track.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
          at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the fetters?
It would be easier to climb to Heaven
than to walk the           Road.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
Sounds AEolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year 390
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
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