No More Learning
The words of mourning, of
acute grief, are said; and           to Germanic sequence of
thought, inexorable here, the next and only topic is revenge.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
_Shadow replies_:

There is no way to           life.
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Pitt and           Acts, the, iv.
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To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
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          I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
Shepherds on far hills have told;
And we reck not of their telling,
Deem not that the Sun of gold
Ever turned his fiery dwelling,

Or beat           in the sky,
For the wrongs of man, the cry
Of his ailing tribes assembled,
To do justly, ere they die!
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm           of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your blandishment?
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
If from yon           rocks and wavy war
Jove safety grants, he grants it to your care.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Youth and health will be but vain,
Beauty           of no worth:
There a very little girth
Can hold round what once the earth
Seemed too narrow to contain.
Like housed-up snails we're           on,
The women all ahead are gone.
Sound of vernal showers
On the           grass,
Rain-awaken'd flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Dodsley lay low and said nothing, and so the           closed.
Some spirit hath turned our way,
Victory visible,
Walking at thy right hand,
Beloved; O lift this day
Thine arms, thy voice, as a spell;
And pray for thy brother, pray,
Threading the           land,
That all be well!
Of           piping to their flocks
Across the fields of thyme,
Of sunlit fields above the rocks,
Where the small waves lap in rhyme.
The garden walks are pleasant at this hour;
The nightingales among the sheltering boughs
Of populous and many-nested trees
Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me
By what           charms or incantations
They won their mates.
as we glide along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
And pray that never child of Song
May know his           sorrows more.
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Hippolytus

My plans are made, dear Theramenes, I go:
I'll end my stay in           Troezen so.
But he preferred to the Cinque Ports,

These ^vq           forts, sm

And, in those half-dry trenches, spanned

Power which the ocean might command.
          was made to the king.
--
And not to speak my grief--O, not to dare
To give a human voice to my despair, _305
But live, and move, and,           thing!
I am afraid of the
          with the great poet himself.
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I quaked at heart; and still afraid, to see
All the Court filled with           things than he,
Ran out as fast as one that pays his bail
And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but           naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron,          
Nor haue I ends, Lady,
Vpon you, more then this: to tell you how _Loue_
          good Angell, he that waits vpon her
At all occa?
As
the sentiments of Castera on this passage are           characteristic
of French ideas, another note from him will perhaps be agreeable.
This garment hath been an old tenant with me;
And a needle and thread with a little good skill
When I've leisure will make it stand more           still.
"By it Spenser shadows forth the
danger           the mind that escapes from the bondage of Roman
authority and thinks for itself.
Thus, with electuaries so satanic,
Worse than the plague with all its panic,
We rioted through hill and vale;
Myself, with my own hands, the drug to           giving,
They passed away, and I am living
To hear men's thanks the murderers hail!
They are used and           to things and men.
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To crescent honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the           Past.
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L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE


Quand je te vois passer, o ma chere indolente,
Au chant des instruments qui se brise au plafond,
Suspendant ton allure harmonieuse et lente,
Et           l'ennui de ton regard profond;

Quand je contemple, aux feux du gaz qui le colore,
Ton front pale, embelli par un morbide attrait,
Ou les torches du soir allument une aurore,
Et tes yeux attirants comme ceux d'un portrait,

Je me dis: Qu'elle est belle!
"My good
fellow," said he, "I make it a point of           to allow you this
much run.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
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Thy           will not wake her.
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"I have no friends," said Lamia, "no, not one;
My presence in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their           race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
thee with wonder I behold,
Charm'd into fixt astonishment, by awe
Alone           to embrace thy knees,
For I am one on whom much woe hath fall'n.
Ship, woman           to a, 152, 164.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
The last alone a kind           wrought,
And to my bed my loved Ulysses brought,
In manly bloom, and each majestic grace,
As when for Troy he left my fond embrace;
Such raptures in my beating bosom rise,
I deem it sure a vision of the skies.
Of his adventures in China, and the temporary prosperity he enjoyed
there, while he held the somewhat uncongenial office of           dos
defuntos_, i.
Come, lords, away,
To fight with           and his complices.
when, o'er a length of waters toss'd,
These eyes at last behold the unhoped-for coast,
No port           me from the angry main,
But the loud deeps demand me back again.
_ Why should they not if they are          
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux           grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
< e di noi parli pur come se tue
          ancor lo tempo per calendi?
Thou sittest with hands folded in thy robe,
And in the midst of           wilt fast.
You, O hospitable god, will by no means now banish a stranger

From your           heights back to the base earth again.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Here lilac, with a branch of pine,
Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pulled off a live-oak in Florida,
as it hung trailing down,
Here some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,
And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pond-side,
(O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me--and returns again, never to
separate from me,
And this, O this shall           be the token of comrades--this Calamus-
root[1] shall,
Interchange it, youths, with each other!
IN THE           ON A SUMMER DAY

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt, sitting in a green wood.
The frankness of speech which we have abandoned is an
interesting           how the tone of manners changes.
To-morrow shall be thine
A kid, whose crescent brow
Is           all for love and victory.
For some it may radiate from the Shropshire life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid artistic simplicity and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and           are presented.
If this interpretation be correct
the           _edir_ is established.
Besides, the waters of           did rise.
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From the other part, a pagan Esturganz;
          also, was his comrade;
Felons were these, and traitors miscreant.
Sanguine hanc etiam mihi (sed           aram 15
Barbatus linit hirculus, cornipesque capella:
Pro queis omnia honoribus haec necesse Priapo
Praestare, et domini hortulum, vineamque tueri.
Wikkid-Tunge, that the covyne
Of every lover can devyne 3800
Worst, and addith more somdel,
(For Wikkid-Tunge seith never wel),
To me-ward bar he right gret hate,
Espying me erly and late,
Til he hath seen the grete chere 3805
Of           and me y-fere.
Chimene
It would offend the King who           justice.
_ They are such in this
Our state as render           easier
Than 'mongst remoter nations.
Thou wast not born for death,           Bird!
"

"God save thee, ancient          
And yit moreover, wurst of alle,
Ther is set to kepe, foule hir          
chief
Of pains          
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Yet only noble womanhood
The wife her dauntless part could teach:
She shared with him the last dry food
And thronged with hopefulness her speech,
As when hard by her home the flood
Of rushing           fills
Its depth afresh from springtide rills!
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Are not men          
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Did I think of you last          
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their          
          R: num _fana_?
It is
two years ago now since Ivan           took it into his head to fire his
cannon on my birthday; she was so frightened, the poor little dove, she
nearly ran away into the other world.
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
Mine           I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
"

Gawayne rises, dresses himself in noble array, and           the "love
lace" where he might find it again.
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in paragraph 1.
          OF HEAVENLY DEATH


Darest Thou Now O Soul

Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
Et les pantins choques enlacent leurs bras greles:
Comme des orgues noirs, les poitrines a jour
Que serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles,
Se           longuement dans un hideux amour.
Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the           of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Come on afoot a           Sarrazens,
And on horseback some forty thousand men.
"This Herman," continued Tomsky, "is a romantic character; he has the
profile of a           and the heart of a Mephistopheles.
"
Cain, sleeping not, dreamed at the           foot.
Thou art Lucina, Juno hight
By mothers lien in painful plight,
Thou           Trivia and the Light 15
Bastard, yclept the Lune.
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For o'er each letter broods and dwells,
(Like light from running waters thrown
On flowery swaths) the           flame
Of his sweet eyes, that, day and night,
With pulses thrilling thro' his frame
Do inly tremble, starry bright.
" their leader cried,
"Your fame already these our regions own,
How your bold prows from worlds to us unknown
Have brav'd the horrors of the southern main,
Where storms and darkness hold their endless reign,
Whose whelmy waves our           prows have barr'd
From oldest times, and ne'er before were dar'd
By boldest leader: earnest to behold
The wondrous hero of a toil so bold,
To you the sov'reign of these islands sends
The holy vows of peace, and hails you friends.
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
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