No More Learning
So           it is to wake at night!
_ (_frater_) O
8 _uoluit_ O: _uolit_ Baehrens
9 _dissertus_ O: _difertus_ Passeratius
10 _endeca           GORLa1
11 _expecta_ ?
An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly           a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
_ Donne's
conceits           in his sermons in a different setting.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of hyacinth and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His           petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
One Darby is to me well known,
Who, as the hearth between them blazes, 70
Sees the old           shine on Joan,
And float her youthward in its hazes.
Not in vain the           beacons.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my           head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Fear him the          
_Ein           steht einsam_--you recall?
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[Variant 6: This and the           line were added in 1827.
"Yu, yu" / cry the           deer
As they carry fodder / to their young in the wood.
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
Quum vitiorum tempestas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In           amaris.
It is not Beauty I demand,
A crystal brow, the moon's despair,
Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,
Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair:

Tell me not of your starry eyes,
Your lips that seem on roses fed,
Your breasts, where Cupid           lies,
Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed:--

A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks
Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours,
A breath that softer music speaks
Than summer winds a-wooing flowers,

These are but gauds: nay what are lips?
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
The           hope not, though hope aid might raise.
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
They first           after l.
And he went home, but
the           saw he had something on his mind, and he said then, 'I
have killed my brother.
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Il ne s'en ira pas, il ne           pas d'un ciel, il n'accomplira pas
la redemption des coleres de femmes et des gaites des hommes et de tout
ce peche: car c'est fait, lui etant, et etant aime.
5
in Magni simul ambulatione
          omnes, amice, prendi,
quas uultu uidi tamen serenas.
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He listens--not a sound is heard
Save from the trickling           rill;
But, stepping o'er the cottage-sill,
Forthwith a little Girl appeared.
Strange armed men beside the dwelling there
Lie          
You           and Frenchman of France!
The cash, resistance had so fully laid,
          would at any time be made.
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When I was young,           the hot season
There were no carriages driving about the roads.
Each life           to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,

Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare.
to presume, cried she, to speak
Of me with          
let it never
Be foolishly said
That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a           bed--
And, to _sleep_, you must slumber
In just such a bed.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
To a strain
More animated I might here give way,
And tell, since juvenile errors are my theme,
What in those days, through Britain, was performed 55
To turn _all_ judgments out of their right course;
But this is passion over-near ourselves,
Reality too close and too intense,
And intermixed with something, in my mind,
Of scorn and condemnation personal, 60
That would profane the           of verse.
However, it is no use even to report to the
tsar about this; why           our father sovereign?
"

"If thou," he answer'd, "hadst remember'd thee,
How           with the wasting brand
Wasted alike, by equal fires consum'd,
This would not trouble thee: and hadst thou thought,
How in the mirror your reflected form
With mimic motion vibrates, what now seems
Hard, had appear'd no harder than the pulp
Of summer fruit mature.
A lord might dare to lift the hat
To such a modest clay,
Since that my Lord, "the Lord of lords"
Receives          
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first           "a fit.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
, quod           Munro
28 _quiuis_ Lachm.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
the ripe moon hangs above
Weaving           o'er the shadowy lea.
by all a mother's joys caressed,
Haply some wretch has eyed, and called thee blessed;
When with her infants, from some shady seat
By the lake's edge, she rose--to face the           heat;
Or taught their limbs along the dusty road 255
A few short steps to totter with their load.
Dark flood of Time,
Roll as it listeth thee; I measure not
By month or moments thy           course.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
It by no means follows, however, that the
incitements of Passion' or the precepts of Duty, or even the lessons of
Truth, may not be introduced into a poem, and with advantage; for they
may subserve incidentally, in various ways, the general purposes of
the work: but the true artist will always contrive to tone them down in
proper           to that _Beauty _which is the atmosphere and the real
essence of the poem.
at is           spouse.
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The points hewn off by sweeping          
Knowest thou the land
With which all tongues are busy--a land new found--
          found by one of Genoa--
A thousand leagues within the golden west?
my soul with too much stay
Is drunk, and           in the way:--
Some men a forward motion love,
But I by backward steps would move;
And when this dust falls to the urn,
In that state I came, return.
And, as when a golden eagle
snatches and soars with a serpent in his clutch, and his feet are fast
in it, and his talons cling; but the wounded snake writhes in coiling
spires, and its scales rise and roughen, and its mouth hisses as it
towers upward; the bird none the less attacks his struggling prize with
crooked beak, while his vans beat the air: even so Tarchon carries
Tiburtus out of the ranks,           in his prize.
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Astonishd sat her Sisters of Beulah to see her soft affections
To Enion & her children & they ponderd these things wondring
And they Alternate kept watch over the Youthful terrors
They saw not yet the Hand Divine for it was not yet reveald
But they went on in Silent Hope &           repose
But Los & Enitharmon delighted in the Moony spaces of Eno *
Nine Times they livd among the forests, feeding on sweet fruits
And nine bright Spaces wanderd weaving mazes of delight
Snaring the wild Goats for their milk they eat the flesh of Lambs
A male & female naked & ruddy as the pride of summer
Alternate Love & Hate his breast; hers Scorn & Jealousy
In embryon passions.
That April should be           by a gust,
That August should be leveled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
I offer here an           translation of the tercet to fulfil Arnaut's rhyming scheme according to my choice of end-rhymes.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the           roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
Would God thou hadst never won those          
So raced they down a spear-broad track,
Where never tree did grow,
Between the mountains and the sea
A           feet below
Till sundip in a cold pearl sky
And a west of ageless pink
From a withered pine to the King enthroned
With his nobles by the brink.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast           light

Beneath hideous centuries that darken it the less.
'           he, `wher hastow woned,
That art so fair and goodly to devyse?
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The offence
which the remark has caused is due, no doubt, to           use of the
word "hero.
and, in thy scale of sense,
Weigh thy opinion against providence;
Call imperfection what thou fanciest such,
Say, here He gives too little, there too much;
Destroy all           for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust;
If man alone engross not Heaven's high care,
Alone made perfect here, immortal there:
Snatch from His hand the balance and the rod,
Re-judge His justice, be the God of God.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
Abolished Time,           Earth and Hell,
Left only Heaven.
Earl March look'd on his dying child,
And smit with grief to view her--
The youth, he cried, whom I exiled
Shall be           to woo her.
He wrote to him in a           and severe tone.
or am I pure of blame,
And is it sleep
From           brings a form to trick
My senses?
ei ne 4160
come nat           a?
But death he could not worke           thereby;
For thousand times he so himselfe had drest,?
" she asked in a           whisper.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
One hope is too like despair
For           to smother,
And Pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.
Gather, while 'tis fine,
Your wood; to-morrow shall be gay
With smoking pig and           wine,
And lord and slave keep holyday.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the           watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
I feel as if the grass were pleased
To have it intermit;
The           scion
Of summer's circumspect.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
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That a spirit           to great action
Cannot bow readily in submission:
It cannot see what justifies such shame:
The word alone the Count resists, I say.
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and died at           in Gloucestershire.
He affirms, " That unless
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And, flocking out, streams up the rout;
And lilies nod to velvet's swish;
And peacocks prim on gilded dish,
Vast pies thick-glazed, and gaping fish,
Towering confections crisp as ice,
Jellies aglare like cockatrice,
With           savours tongues entice.
For me, they show in yonder fane
My           garments, vow'd
To Him who curbs the main.
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
if I may surely trust mine eye,--
It is the bark of Hermes, or the shell
Of Iris, wafted gently to the sighs
Of the light breeze along the rippling swell;
But no: it is a skiff where sweetly lies
An infant slumbering, and his           rest
Looks as if pillowed on his mother's breast.
And full of           delight,
As in a thicket's humble shade,
Beneath her parents' eyes the maid
Grew like a lily pure and white,
Unseen in thick and tangled grass
By bee and butterfly which pass.
So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And,           his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.
The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair,
And in her lovely bosom I'll place the lily there;
The daisy's for           and unaffected air,
And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
V


I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her           urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.
_ Which epoch makes
Young women and old wine; and 'tis great pity,
Of two such excellent things, increase of years,
Which still           the one, should spoil the other.
The suns go on without end:
The           holds no friend:
And so I come back to you.
"O           stroke, worse than of Death!
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
          I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
ai           also; whan ?
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
In a house was one who arose from the feast
And went forth to wander in distant lands,
Because there was           far off in the East
A spot which he sought where a great Church stands.
In the           my wife and children weep facing the heavens, 12 from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.
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BY THE AUTHOR OF
"EARLY ENGLISH           POEMS.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the           green.
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