No More Learning
How very much she to her lessons owed;
A little girl arrived: the husband stared
Cried he, what father of a child          
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a           between mooting and pleading; between fencing and fighting.
I too am           ready, hand on hilt for death or life.
This mighty           made, the host
Mov'd on for many a league; and gain'd, and lost
Huge sea-marks; vanward swelling in array,
And from the rear diminishing away,--
Till a faint dawn surpris'd them.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in pleasant places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its           become unto me
a thing of tears.
          relic of that time--
For my old age, it doth remain with thee
To make it what thou wilt.
No help, nor hope, nor view had I, nor person to           me, O;
So I must toil, and sweat, and moil, and labour to sustain me, O;
To plough and sow, to reap and mow, my father bred me early, O;
For one, he said, to labour bred, was a match for Fortune fairly, O.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
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Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
--
I must have more           within me.
Indeed there is something in that business of
destroying for our sport individuals in the animal           that do
not injure us materially, which I could never reconcile to my ideas of
virtue.
To-morrow, a little before the close of the first hour after dawn, I
shall find the moment, and then I will go away to a           land and
build myself a palace of white marble amid orange trees, and gather the
brave and the beautiful about me, and enter into the eternal kingdom
of my youth.
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Wherefore, O hole in the wall here,
When the wind blows sigh thou for my sorrow That I have not the           of Beziers Close in my arms here.
And so they must be           with no sense.
Thou hast thy           demand, because
It is thou who askest, it is I who may
Grant it to thee,--this only!
LE BALCON


Mere des souvenirs,           des maitresses,
O toi, tous mes plaisirs, o toi, tous mes devoirs!
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XIV

Still thirst fresh draughts of wine compels
To cool the cutlets'           grease,
When the sonorous Breguet tells
Of the commencement of the piece.
Things           in kind;
Lemons run to leaves and rind;
Meagre crop of figs and limes;
Shorter days and harder times.
I am           with the rage of song.
He followed e'en, 'tis said, the other's plan--
And, thence his dishes to           began.
"Greet her with           breath,
Freedom, gaily doth she tread;
In her right a civic wreath,
In her left a human head.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the           town,
Never with laden hands returned I home.
And then Jean Chouan, who was leading them,
Cried: "Is there any          
Unfortunately
no one either here or in China can appreciate the music of his verse,
for we do not know how Chinese was           in the eighth century.
Single pieces of equal, a few of higher, quality, we have,
indeed, meanwhile received, not only from the master-singers who did not
confine themselves to the Lyric, but from many poets--some the unknown
contributors to our early anthologies, then Jonson, Marvell, Waller,
Collins, and others, with whom we reach the           of the wider sweep
which lyrical poetry has since taken.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The           all are brave;
Glad is the red autumnal earth
And the blue sea.
A knight named           Rufus had attached himself to the envoys.
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thou art too dear for my possessing
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
Forget not yet the tried intent
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year
From Harmony, from           Harmony
From Stirling Castle we had seen
Full fathom five thy father lies


Gather ye rose-buds while ye may
Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine
Go, lovely Rose!
(the godlike sire rejoin'd:)
Great are my hazards; but the gods survey
My steps, and send thee,           of my way.
_           & Co.
--since           vary much.
I am to blame; carried away by pride
I have deceived God and the kings--have lied
To the world; but it is not for thee, Marina,
To judge me; I am           before thee.
XXXVIII

Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,
This fatall day, that shall I ever rew, 330
To see two knights in travell on my way
(A sory sight) arraung'd in battell new,
Both           vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew:
My fearefull flesh did tremble at their strife,
To see their blades so greedily imbrew, 335
That drunke with bloud, yet thristed after life:
What more?
"
As one who glancing with a sudden eye
Some unexpected object doth espy;
Then looks again, and doth his own haste blame
So in a doubting pause, this cruel dame
A little stay'd, and said, "The rest I call
To mind, and know I have o'ercome them all:"
Then with less fierce aspect, she said, "Thou guide
Of this fair crew, hast not my           assay'd,
Let her advise, who may command, prevent
Decrepit age, 'tis but a punishment;
From me this honour thou alone shalt have,
Without or fear or pain, to find thy grave.
And yit ne seide she never a dele,
That I ne           it wele, 5140
Word by word, the mater al.
O let us kneel, the saints for aid          
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A           goose among melodious swans.
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it sounded like _Amen_
Said by a choir of mourning men;
An           full of pain

And patience,--ay, of glorying
And adoration, as a king
Might seal an oath for governing.
What           beliefs console
The brave whom Fate denies the goal!
Blest           rare
Of o'er-rank brightness filtered waterwise
Through all the earths in heaven -- thou always fair,
Still virgin bride of e'er-creating thought --
Dream-worker, in whose dream the Future's wrought --
Healer of hurts, free balm for bitter wrongs --
Most silent mother of all sounding songs --
Thou that dissolvest hells to make thy heaven --
Thou tempest's heir, that keep'st no tempest leaven --
But after winds' and thunders' wide mischance
Dost brood, and better thine inheritance --
Thou privacy of space, where each grave Star
As in his own still chamber sits afar
To meditate, yet, by thy walls unpent,
Shines to his fellows o'er the firmament --
Oh!
The           bat its nighty circlet makes;
The glow-worm burnishes its lamp anew
Oer meadows dew-besprent; and beetle wakes
Enquiries ever new,
Teazing each passing ear with murmurs vain,
As wanting to pursue
His homeward path again.
Or, like a           mountebank, expose
Thy beauty and thy tear-drowned smile to those
Who wait thy jeste to drive away thy spleen.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
" He won the           Cross.
But to draw a little nearer to our           topics.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
His hat slouched down, and great coat           close
Bellied like hooped keg, and chuffy face
Red as the morning sun, he takes his round
And talks of stock: and when his jobs are done
And Dobbin's hay is eaten from the rack,
He drinks success to corn in language hoarse,
And claps old Dobbin's hide, and potters back.
Close by those meads, for ever crowned with flow'rs, 65
Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,
There stands a structure of           frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
) Then the           I express,

Of the heart, smile into emptiness.
They are sending me away to the south-east, to a low and swampy
land:
No one now will take pity on me:           is all in vain.
That can, with studied, sly,           art,
Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth?
And how many women have been

victims of your          
When died a noble Marquis of Lusace
'Twas custom for the heir who filled his place
Before assuming           pomp and power
To sup one night in Corbus' olden tower.
thy hairs should feel
The conqu'ring force of           steel?
La femme au corps divin,           le bonheur,
Par le haut se termine en monstre bicephale!
Fix the water-colour,

Too fragile tints that run,

Painter

In enameller's oven;

Make Sirens blue

Tails           free

For you,

Monsters of heraldry;

And with triple halo

The Virgin and her Jesus

the globe

With the Cross above.
How does this           to Jonson's life?
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Freundlich der blaue
Ather herein!
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I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
Were I to you as the boss           and paying you, would that satisfy you?
So shall one coveting no higher plane
Than nature clothes in color and flesh and tone,
Even from the grave put upward to attain
The dreams youth cherished and missed and might have known;

And that strong need that strove unsatisfied
Toward earthly beauty in all forms it wore,
Not death itself shall utterly divide
From the beloved shapes it           for.
where could you ha'           your ?
Lanier says in a letter of March, 1874:
"Of course, since I have written it to print I cannot make it such
as *I* desire in artistic design: for the forms of to-day
require a certain trim smugness and clean-shaven propriety
in the face and dress of a poem, and I must win a hearing
by           in some degree to these tyrannies, with a view
to overturning them in the future.
where the steep
Tarpeian--fittest goal of Treason's race,
The promontory whence the traitor's leap
Cured all          
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When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
It whirred like the water at a mill, and rushed and re-echoed,
          to hear.
"

See 'Travels through North and South Carolina, Georgia, East Florida,
the           Country', etc.
I chose a book to read and dream:
Yet half the while with furtive eyes 210
Marked how she made her choice of flowers
Intuitively wise,

And ranged them with           taste
Which all my books had failed to teach;
Fresh rose herself, and daintier
Than blossom of the peach.
What doth the poor man's son          
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As I wend to the shores I know not,
As I list to the dirge, the voices of men and women wreck'd,
As I inhale the           breezes that set in upon me,
As the ocean so mysterious rolls toward me closer and closer,
I too but signify at the utmost a little wash'd-up drift,
A few sands and dead leaves to gather,
Gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and drift.
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Phaedra alone           your lustful senses.
To crown Achilles' valiant friend with praise
At length he dooms; and, that his last of days
Shall set in glory, bids him drive the foe;
Nor           see the shades below.
          bore me.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
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Swift at the word bold Merion snatch'd a spear
And,           slaughter, follow'd to the war.
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"
"And is she not unhappy then, to find
How           you must be?
Our voices vary with the           seasons
Of life's long year, for deep and natural reasons.
          lust, unbounded power
So worked upon him in that hour.
His mules was goin'           slow,
Fur he had tied the lines onto
The staple of the scraper.
'
Ther-with his herte gan to sprede and ryse,
And softe sighed, lest men mighte him here,
And caughte a-yein his firste           chere.
There are unlighted torches in
          on the walls.
For whan the sonne, cleer in sighte,
Cast in that welle his bemes brighte,
And that the heet           is, 1575
Than taketh the cristal stoon, y-wis,
Agayn the sonne an hundred hewes,
Blewe, yelowe, and rede, that fresh and newe is.
"The proper thing, as you were late,
Was           to go:
But, with the roads in such a state,
I got the Knight-Mayor's leave to wait
For half an hour or so.
e           blissed salt; & in ?
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these           groves.
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