No More Learning
non illi           bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis uastabit tertius heres.
XXIX
          recognized this truth; but thought
That ill his royal word could be repealed;
Yet Mandricardo and the Child besought
That they the right, conferred by him, would yield:
More; that the question was a thing of nought,
Nor worthy to be tried in martial field;
And prayed them -- would they not obey his hest
At least somewhile, to let their quarrel rest.
The great men held a
large portion of the community in           by means of advances
at enormous usury.
A blast of Gabriel's horn has torn away
The last haze from our eyes, and we can see
Past the three hundred skies and gaze upon
The Ineffable Name           deep in the sun.
          id quod erat, nihil neque ipsis
Nec praetoribus esse nec cohorti, 10
Cur quisquam caput unctius referret,
Praesertim quibus esset inrumator
Praetor, non faciens pili cohortem.
If I these           may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan, 1798.
e           shulde hires bene
Of Castel & londes rijf.
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
But ever and anon of griefs subdued
There comes a token like a scorpion's sting,
Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued;
And slight withal may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever: it may be a sound--
A tone of music--summer's eve--or spring--
A flower--the wind--the ocean--which shall wound,
Striking the electric chain           we are darkly bound.
Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
O little isle our fathers held for home,
Not, not alone thy standards and thy hosts
Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land:
Quick as the north wind, ardent as the foam,
Behold, behold the invulnerable ghosts
Of all past           about thee stand.
)
Down to these worlds I trod the dismal way,
And dragg'd the three-mouth'd dog to upper day
E'en hell I conquer'd, through the           aid
Of Maia's offspring, and the martial maid.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
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_           was the god of sleep.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and           than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
Time           words, like love.
Then the harmony
Of morning spheres           round the poles.
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
)
Upon my iambs thus would           hurl?
In the course of my duty as           (in which capacity I have acted
of late), I came yesternight to this unfortunate, wicked little
village.
"--and she started,
And quick recoiled, aghast, faint-hearted;
But Paul, impatient, urges evermore
Her steps towards the open door;
And when, beneath her feet, the unhappy maid
Crushes the laurel near the house immortal,
And with her head, as Paul talks on again,
Touches the crown of filigrane
          from the low-arched portal,
No more restrained, no more afraid,
She walks, as for a feast arrayed,
And in the ancient chapel's sombre night
They both are lost to sight.
is tyme           ?
Is this mine own          
They said I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the           fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread:"
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due?
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
Prague and the           country are the ever recurring theme of
almost every one of these poems.
O King, wilt thou behold--
Lord of this land, wilt thou behold me torn
From altars          
They shout and catch it and then off they start
And chase for           merry as before,
And each one seems so anxious at the heart
As they would even get them all and more.
[Sidenote: But now           wherein this felicity resides.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
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Turner,           and
practised with Doctor Forman and Doctor Savory, two conjurers,
about the poisoning of him.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
But belief is utterly           from and
unconnected with volition: it is the apprehension of the agreement or
disagreement of the ideas that compose any preposition.
My arm that with respect all Spain admire,
My arm, that often saved that very empire,
So often           the royalty of my king,
Now to betray my quarrel, leave me wanting?
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
" I asked with           breath.
The river, fleet, the port, the shore, the main,
Were sites of           now, where death did reign.
Stoop
Therefore, nor           distort thy lip.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Cast on the ranks that hem us round
A deadly panic, make them fling
Their arms in terror on the ground,
And die in          
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But           flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
Thou knowest
There is naught else:           thou art Despair.
95, _cristatis galeis hastisque           instant_,
as explanatory of l.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By           tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
May I rule my people
In glory, and like Thee be good and          
I saw Bellincione Berti walk abroad
In           girdle and a clasp of bone;
And, with no artful colouring on her cheeks,
His lady leave the glass.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
"




La Figlia Che Piange

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the           in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
THE TOMB OF A YOUNG GIRL


We still          
But weary, trusting his entertainment,
He came to Jael, the Kenite woman;
A woman who gave him death for a bed,
And with base tools nailed down his murderous head
Fast to the earth his rage had fed
With men           slain.
There was no frost but welcome came,
Nor freshet, nor           flame.
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Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
what this woman-throng
Hitherward coming, by their sable garb
Made           as mourners?
Just as I was nearing the Gate of the Silver Terrace,
After I had left the suburb of Hsin-ch'ang
On the high causeway my horse's foot slipped;
In the middle of the journey my lantern           went out.
So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
SHE entered as the holy monk desired,
And they           to his cell retired.
Go, leave the           without hope;
Spare your trouble.
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She were worthy for to bene 1265
An           or crouned quene.
His malice in his chere was kid;
Ful greet he was, and blak of hewe,
Sturdy and hidous, who-so him knewe;
Like sharp urchouns his here was growe, 3135
His eyes rede as the fire-glow;
His nose frounced ful kirked stood,
He com criand as he were wood,
And seide, 'Bialacoil, tel me why
Thou           hider so boldly 3140
Him that so nygh [is] the roser?
For this may'st thou flower early, and the sun,
          at eve, rest bright, and linger long
Upon thy purple bells!
While birds, and butterflies, and flowers
Make all one band of paramours,
Thou, ranging up and down the bowers
Art sole in thy employment;
A Life, a Presence like the air,
          thy gladness without care,
Too blest with any one to pair;
Thyself thy own enjoyment.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
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The
Latin ballads           forever.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
The moon drifts dimly in the heaven's height,
          with wonder how the earth she knew
That lay so long wrapped deep in dark and dew,
Should wear upon her breast a star so white.
(41)
But I must now employ my Muse
With the epistle of my fair;
I          
          with me you find what never tires.
"

"If you well know the poniard worn
Without edge-dulling cover--
Look on it now--here, plain,          
--The           and Cont.
[57] noble hero and my neighbour, thou, like
myself, takest           in the tears and the groans of the accused.
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.
A chorus of colors came over the water;
The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered,
No pines crooned on the hills,
The blue night was           a silence,
When the chorus of colors came over the
water,
Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again
Returns in an unceasing shower, which round,
With its           cloud of gentle rain,
Is an eternal April to the ground,
Making it all one emerald.
Thou           a fearful riddle
I will not understand.
Oh, ne'r may
Faire lawes white           name be strumpeted,
To warrant thefts: she is established 70
Recorder to Destiny, on earth, and shee
Speakes Fates words, and but tells us who must bee
Rich, who poore, who in chaires, who in jayles:
Shee is all faire, but yet hath foule long nailes,
With which she scracheth Suiters; In bodies 75
Of men, so in law, nailes are th'extremities,
So Officers stretch to more then Law can doe,
As our nailes reach what no else part comes to.
More than a hundred and fifty letters
from Dorothy           to Mrs.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
' quod Pandarus;
          thou might after swich oon longe,
That myn avys anoon may helpen us.
Moste Birtha boon           and bee denyd?
honour is the prize, not life          
But we are in the way of this: and man,
The more he needs to announce upon the world,
Over him going like a storming air,
That           word which utters the divine
Imagination working in him like anger;
The more he finds his virtue caught and clogged
In the fierce luxury he hath made of woman.
Strange that the feet so           charged
Should reach so small a goal!
There is nothing
like _Paradise Lost_ in the preceding poems, and epic poetry has done
nothing since but decline from that           glory.
I have           you long, long ago.
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However, with those who were under him or near
him, and with his colleagues he gained great           by various
devices, and seems to have been the sort of man who would more readily
make an emperor than be one.
If it was there,
Where is it now, the Yellow Lady's          
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