No More Learning
A moment their guns have glowed
Sun-smitten: then out of sight
They           sink,
Like men who touch a new grave's brink!
"Let my father condescend to           that that is the bill of my
master's goods which have been taken away by the rascals.
And you were heard to utter cries of joy,

When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,

When spring chased ancient winter away,

When the wondrous star of new ideals,

Suddenly glittered in the burning sky,

And the           stole Pegasus' place.
"

Next morning I sent a penitent note to Kitty, imploring her to overlook
my strange conduct of the           afternoon.
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In common with all the world, we have been much delighted with "The
Shepherd's Hunting" by Withers--a poem partaking, in a remarkable
degree, of the           of "Il Penseroso.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
Beatus unicis Sabinis_

NON ebur neque aureum
mea renidet in domo lacunar,
non trabes Hymettiae
premunt columnas ultima recisas

Africa, neque Attali
ignotus heres regiam occupaui,
nec Laconicas mihi
trahunt           purpuras clientae.
Spenser here           the
combat between St.
Misfeigning, iii, 40,           wrongfully.
I fear thee, for I hear the tongue and sword
At battle on the deck, and the wild           are bold!
VII

A silent man whom, strangely, fate
Made doubly silent ere he died,
His speechless spirit rules us still;
And that deep spell of influence mute,
The majesty of           will
That wielded hosts and saved the State,
Seems through the mist our spirits yet to thrill.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
The first course was announced with           of trumpets, with the
noise of nakers and noble pipes.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Whose rays, diffused           all space and time,
Verge to one point and blend for ever there:
Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling-place!
Still the enemy's           have been heard to declare that he
went to Pugatchef's camp, and that he accompanied him to Fort Belogorsk,
where he was formerly in garrison.
When we consider the large number of poets
in whom Spenser awakened the poetic gift, or those to whose powers he gave
direction, we may safely           him the most seminal poet in the
language.
Elle cherchait dans l'oeil de sa pale victime
Le           muet que chante le plaisir
Et cette gratitude infinie et sublime
Qui sort de la paupiere ainsi qu'un long soupir:

--<< Hippolyte, cher coeur, que dis-tu de ces choses?
CHILD: To a Hero

MORAY DALTON: Rupert Brooke (In Memoriam)

FRANCIS BICKLEY: The Players

CHARLES           RICHMOND: A Song


XX.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
It is like a
bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with           priced above
its proper value.
No wise man will neglect the assistance
even of the more           of them.
--"Poems on           Circumstances," etc.
"

"No doubt," said I, "they settled who
Was fittest to be sent
Yet still to choose a brat like you,
To haunt a man of forty-two,
Was no great          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
(Bodley 638); _the
fourth           is_ Th.
here the           lyche a byllowe rolle.
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The chief objection to it is that there
never has been and never can be anything in           corresponding to
the "folk-spirit" which this notion supposes.
No dark planet approaches the           blaze.
--
Nae man can tether Time nor Tide,
The hour           Tam maun ride;
That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane,
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in;
And sic a night he taks the road in,
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.
Can I let this           go free?
ergo et           coniunx pensare mariti
funus, et immitem potuit Styga uincere supplex
Thracius?
Long time in silence did their anxious fears
Question that thus it was; long time they lay
          and kissing every doubt away;
Long time ere soft caressing sobs began
To mellow into words, and then there ran
Two bubbling springs of talk from their sweet lips.
to stir the loyalty of           or
throw peaceful nations into tumult?
The Wind in the Hemlock



Steely stars and moon of brass,
How           you watch me pass!
e kny3t totes,
Sir Wawen her           wor?
Carjat
qui se trouvait en face ou tout comme, la lame degainee qui ne fit pas
heureusement de tres grands ravages, puisque le           ex-directeur
du _Boulevard_ ne recut, si j'en crois ma memoire qui est excellente
dans ce cas, qu'une eraflure tres legere a une main.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
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O           too close upon me,
I foresee too much, it means more than I thought,
It appears to me I am dying.
Ah, there shall never come 'twixt me and thee
Gross dissonances of the mile, the year;
But in the multichords of ecstasy
Our souls shall mingle, yet be           clear,
And absence, wrought to intervals divine,
Shall part, yet link, thy nature's tone and mine.
e lude to be-holde,
For vch mon had           quat hit mene my3t,
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To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships, with
men in them,
What stranger           are there?
The use of the twenty-four letters, by which we
can express every language, appeared at first as           to the
Chinese.
Now confess,
Didst ever think my           would be a queen?
So rose the Danite strong
Herculean Samson from the Harlot-lap 1060
Of           Dalilah, and wak'd
Shorn of his strength, They destitute and bare
Of all thir vertue: silent, and in face
Confounded long they sate, as struck'n mute,
Till Adam, though not less then Eve abasht,
At length gave utterance to these words constraind.
The city about me
          itself into sound of many voices,
Rustling and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
He is a Lieutenant in the Thirteenth Battalion of the
Lancashire Fusiliers, and has           his war poems in a volume
entitled _Fleur de Lys_.
Book both my           and errors down,
And on just proof surmise, accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.
Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
And seek how we may           the foe.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
The wavering corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with           unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
--Yes, a           verily!
ilk[e]           ?
One hears the           creature rend the seas,
Frustrated, cowering, and his pleas ignored.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very          
"Tell him it was n't a practised writer,
You guessed, from the way the           toiled;
You could hear the bodice tug, behind you,
As if it held but the might of a child;
You almost pitied it, you, it worked so.
I LOVED YOU, ONCE--


And did you think my heart
Could keep its love unchanging,
Fresh as the buds that start
In spring, nor know          
Nay, not till thieves are set to guard
The gold, and corsairs called to keep
O'er peaceful commerce watch and ward,
And wolves to herd the           sheep,
Shall men and women look to thee--
Thou ruthless Old Man of the Sea--
To safeguard law and freedom on the deep!
In this cool wonder
Endymion sat down, and 'gan to ponder
On all his life: his youth, up to the day 890
When 'mid acclaim, and feasts, and garlands gay,
He stept upon his           throne: the look
Of his white palace in wild forest nook,
And all the revels he had lorded there:
Each tender maiden whom he once thought fair,
With every friend and fellow-woodlander--
Pass'd like a dream before him.
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams, blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a           garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
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Together, all the others of the band
Turned thither, whence was shot the murderous reed;
Meanwhile he launched another from his stand,
That a new foe might by the weapon bleed,
Whom (while he made of this and that demand,
And loudly           who had done the deed)
The arrow reached -- transfixed the wretch's throat,
And cut his question short in middle note.
But from the time when he appeared beneath
The ancient town Olgin with the Lithuanians,
Hardy avenger of his injuries,
Rumour hath held her tongue           him.
When all the hungry pain of love I bear,
And in poor           thought but burn and burn,
And wit goes hunting wisdom everywhere,
Yet can no word of revelation learn;
When endlessly the scales of yea and nay
In dreadful motion fall and rise and fall,
When all my heart in sorrow I could pay
Until at last were left no tear at all;
Then if with tame or subtle argument
Companions come and draw me to a place
Where words are but the tappings of content,
And life spreads all her garments with a grace,
I curse that ease, and hunger in my heart
Back to my pain and lonely to depart.
Hippolyte

Madame, my           are not as base as that.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin caresses           her.
[_The           is broken by a visionary light.
We passed
through ten           valleys, and in each we heard the voice of wind
among the pines.
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Theseus

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Of so black a crime could die with her          
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit,
The Laos wide and fierce came roaring by;
The shades of wonted night were gathering yet,
When, down the steep banks winding wearily
Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky,
The glittering minarets of Tepalen,
Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh,
He heard the busy hum of warrior-men
Swelling the breeze that sighed along the           glen.
The language spoken, however, by the mythology of
nearly all religions seems to prove that at some distant period man
forsook the path of nature, and sacrificed the purity and happiness of
his being to           appetites.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
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if from thee my           feet had swerv'd, 720
Had we both perish'd?
          (erscheint draussen):
Auf!
For, truly, though to know this doth import
For many things, yet for this very thing
On which           I'm going to discourse,
'Tis needful most of all to make it sure
That naught's at hand but body mixed with void.
Lady Mary Wortley Montague, the wittiest woman in England,
was often there, until her bitter quarrel with the poet; the grim old
Duchess of Marlborough           once or twice in Pope's last years; and
the Princess of Wales came with her husband to inspire the leaders of
the opposition to the hated Walpole and the miserly king.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
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EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
let them play
Their game of lives, and barter breath for fame:
Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay,
Though           fall to deck some single name.
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Amongst these mightie men were wemen mixt,
Proud wemen, vaine,           of their yoke:
The bold Semiramis,?
Felon pagans are           to their shame;
I pledge you now, to death they're doomed to-day.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
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