No More Learning
Then,           to the voice of
the terrible trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
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The Jaguar's Dream

Beneath the dark mahoganies, creepers in flower

Hang in the heavy, motionless, fly-filled air,

Twining among the tree-stumps, falling where,

They cradle the           parrot, the quarreller,

The wild monkeys, spiders with yellow hair.
"           the old man,
"Happy are my eyes to see you.
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With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
As there is no means of           which
of these two has the better authority, my choice of readings has been
guided by personal preference.
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose unceasing zephyr breathes
Gently on all,           these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
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Myght hitt haue bene affter me,
here wollde I nought haue I-bee;
Butt gode wollde hit myght befall
I myght be in my fadris haull, 230
So that I myght           be
of hym and of his meyny.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With           shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
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They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
THREE days had           passed: Aminta came,
To pay a visit to our ancient dame;
Cried she I fear, you have not seen as yet,
This youth, who worse and worse appears to get.
What porcelain vase by you was split
To           pieces?
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
A thousand times, sweet warrior, to obtain
Peace with those beauteous eyes I've vainly tried,
Proffering my heart; but with that lofty pride
To bend your looks so lowly you refrain:
Expects a stranger fair that heart to gain,
In frail,           hopes will she confide:
It never more to me can be allied;
Since what you scorn, dear lady, I disdain.
_ This is a version of
the medieval           of the four humours.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
Happy town,
          the Greek, that him doth own!
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
Yet shall you have, to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some bitter salad
Ushering the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Lemons and wine for sauce: to these, a coney
Is not to be           of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
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Who never turned a           from her door?
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
The trying on the utmost,
The morning it is new,
Is terribler than wearing it
A whole           through.
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
- All this transformation

once           and

material

external -

now

moral

and within

21.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
Un seul
Parmi ces           stupides
Songea-t-il dans ses nuits morbides
A faire du vin un linceul?
uel poena in tempus mortis dilata fuisset,
uel           mors properata fugam.
We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
--for verily the Philistines have either still
hold upon the basket, or the Lord hath           their hearts to place
therein a beast of good weight!
And thus
Began the           of the acorn; thus
Abandoned were those beds with grasses strewn
And with the leaves beladen.
on           les reflux d'incendie,
Voila les quais!
Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
          to every word a twinborn sigh;
And last, pointing to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
Too weak to win, too fond to shun
The tyrants of his doom,
The much           Endymion
Slips behind a tomb.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
The Ball no           makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd you down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the           to me.
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Or           one hand against his ear,
To listen for a footfall, ere he saw
The wood-nymph, stay'd the Tuscan king to hear
Of wisdom and of law.
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
`Men seyn, "To wrecche is consolacioun
To have an-other felawe in his peyne;"
That oughte wel ben our opinioun, 710
For, bothe thou and I, of love we pleyne;
So ful of sorwe am I, soth for to seyne,
That           no more harde grace
May sitte on me, for-why ther is no space.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
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For in the air do I behold indeed
An Eagle and a Serpent wreathed in fight:--
And now, relaxing its           flight,
Before the aerial rock on which I stood, _195
The Eagle, hovering, wheeled to left and right,
And hung with lingering wings over the flood,
And startled with its yells the wide air's solitude.
And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll           steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty           decorate the walls,
Moore's Almanack where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
Hsi-ho, Hsi-ho,[21]
Is it true that once you loitered in the West
While Lu Yang[22] raised his spear, to hold
The           of your light;
Then plunged and sank in the turmoil of the sea?
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
Adam greatly satisfied and recomforted by
these Relations and Promises           the Hill with Michael; wakens Eve,
who all this while had slept, but with gentle dreams compos'd to
quietness of mind and submission.
den sollt Ihr noch          
"

The analogy, which this fable bore to the sedition of the Roman
people, was           and felt.
We've been owre lang unkenn'd to ither:
Now let us lay our heads thegither,
In love fraternal:
May envy wallop in a tether,
Black fiend,          
Chatterton first exhibited the _Songe to AElla_ in his own
handwriting, then gave Barrett the parchment, which           strange
textual variations.
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A man who thus twice           his God
May well .
All our lone journey laughs for joy, the hours
Like honey-bees go home in new-found light
Past the cow pond amazed with           flowers
And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
Now when, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;
When hungry judges soon the sentence sign, 85
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine;
When merchants from th' Exchange return in peace,
And the long labours of the toilet cease,
The board's with cups and spoons, alternate, crowned,
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; 90
On shining altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp, and fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the           liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide.
Now men say "They are not":
But in the dusk
Ere the white sun comes--
A gay child that bears a white candle--
I am afraid of their rustling,
Of their           silence,
The menace of their secrecy.
Jean I found banished,
forlorn,           and friendless: I have reconciled her to her fate,
and I have reconciled her to her mother.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
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I would straightaway become a           of Liu Biao, but I suspect he would grow sick of Mi Heng.
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
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In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
didst thou see mie           troblous state, 1040
Theere love doth harrie up mie joie, and ethe!
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our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
FIGHTING

Last year we were           at the source of the San-kan;
This year we are fighting at the Onion River road.
the harde stounde--
Un-to my foo that yaf my herte a wounde,
And yet           that myn harm be more?
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that           the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
An' now, ye chosen Five-and-Forty,
May still your mither's heart support ye,
Then, though a           grow dorty,
An' kick your place,
Ye'll snap your fingers, poor an' hearty,
Before his face.
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There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
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