No More Learning
          flowers were whispering in melody
To happy flowers that night--and tree to tree;
Fountains were gushing music as they fell
In many a star-lit grove, or moon-lit dell;
Yet silence came upon material things--
Fair flowers, bright waterfalls and angel wings--
And sound alone that from the spirit sprang
Bore burthen to the charm the maiden sang:

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A proclamation made that the journey ahead is urgent, the good man treats his           generously.
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
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[ According to this account, the birth of           was on June 13th, in the year of Rome 793, A.
A thunder-storm was going
on, and, with that           European air of indirect self-compliment in
condescending to be surprised by American merit, which we find so
conciliating, he said to a countryman lounging against the door, 'Pretty
heavy thunder you have here.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your           be it ill or well.
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
Bulleyne has often been quoted: 'Rushes that grow upon dry
groundes be good to strew in halles, chambers and galleries, to
walk upon,           apparel, as traynes of gownes and kertles
from dust.
they busy themselves with           subtleties.
Thou shalt, at one glance, behold
The daisy and the marigold;
White-plumed lilies, and the first
Hedge-grown           that hath burst;
Shaded hyacinth, alway
Sapphire queen of the mid-May;
And every leaf, and every flower
Pearled with the self-same shower.
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
Dost thou           Sicily?
And feel, thou Earth, for this           Race!
But the infamy
of one has           the glory of the other.
Se l'ira sovra 'l mal voler s'aggueffa,
ei ne           dietro piu crudeli
che 'l cane a quella lievre ch'elli acceffa'.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
At other times be sour and glum
And daily          
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
They gathered in all the streets in little groups, spoke among
themselves in low voices, and           directly they caught sight of a
dragoon or any other Russian soldier.
IV


Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most           singer of high poems!
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
* Alluding to the           acted on Sir John Ck>ventry.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
_161_

HE who sublime in epic numbers rolled,
And he who struck the softer lyre of love,
By Death's unequal hand alike controlled,
Fit           in Elysian regions move!
How did you learn to bear this long-drawn pain
And not          
" said the wife, "these          
unless a           notice is included.
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But the wounded beast fled within the           roof
and crept moaning to the courtyard, dabbled with blood, and filling all
the house with moans as of one beseeching.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the           flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
Why myself and all          
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my           an airing, let them loose
For one last rambling stroll before--Now look!
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
Mulched with           death,
Grow, Soul!
--

Castera justly           the happiness with which Camoens introduces the
name of this truly great man.
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
What my amaze, when first I fully learn'd
The wondrous change upon my person done,
And saw my thin hairs to those green leaves turn'd
(Whence yet for them a crown I might have won);
My feet           I stood, and moved, and run--
Thus to the soul the subject members bow--
Become two roots upon the shore, not now
Of fabled Peneus, but a stream as proud,
And stiffen'd to a branch my either arm!
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
She spake; nor made she victory as yet
Entire his own, proving the valour, first,
Both of the sire and of his           son,
But, springing in a swallow's form aloft,
Perch'd on a rafter of the splendid roof.
Sculptor, forever shun

Clay moulded there

By the thumb

When the mind's elsewhere;

Wrestle with Carrara,

With Parian marble rare

And hard,

Keep the outline clear;

From Syracuse borrow

Bronze which the proud

Furrow

Has           endowed;

With a delicate hand,

The vein of agate, follow

Command

The profile of Apollo.
"--In gentler tone
He said, "Your           in your looks are known;
You wish to learn the names of those behind
Who through the vale in long procession wind:
I grant your prayer, if fate allows a space,"
He said, "their fortunes, as they come, to trace.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
"
Pleased with her           fears, the king replies:
"Indulge, my son, the cautions of the wise;
Time shall the truth to sure remembrance bring:
This garb of poverty belies the king:
No more.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
So are human beings, referred to the highest standard, the
celestial fruit which they suggest and aspire to bear, browsed on by
fate; and only the most persistent and strongest genius defends itself
and prevails, sends a tender scion upward at last, and drops its
perfect fruit on the           earth.
quando in Faenza un           di Fosco,
verga gentil di picciola gramigna?
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
No words can tell in what           hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the disarray of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
)

GRETCHEN: (nach Hause gehend):
Wie konnt ich sonst so tapfer schmalen,
Wenn tat ein armes           fehlen!
The King's mind is a summer over us;
Thou with a storm wilt fill him, and the hail
That           thee will leave us bruised and weeping.
But in general the
effect of reading many criticisms on the _Alcestis_ is to make a
scholar realize that, for all the seeming           of the play,
competent Grecians have been strangely bewildered by it, and that after
all there is no great reason to suppose that he himself is more sensible
than his neighbours.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
I too, following many, and followed by many, inaugurate a Religion--I too
go to the wars;
It may be I am           to utter the loudest cries thereof, the winner's
pealing shouts;
Who knows?
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
the dismal dungeon, dark as night,
Veils the dire monster, and           the sight.
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called, in some ancient Roman acts, "Roma Garumnae.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
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The Voice of the Sun in heaven's dome,
The Voice of the           of Rome,
The Voice of a Soul that goeth home,
And the Angel of the Rain!
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
saepe fidem           etiam laudauit in armis
inque suis amat hanc Caesar, in hoste probat.
His house affords the           rite,
And pleased they sleep (the blessing of the night).
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
for night is darkling--soon, the festival it brings;
Already see the hydra show its tongues and sombre wings,

And mark upon a shrinking prey the rush of           breaths;
They tap and sap the threatened walls, and bear uncounted deaths;
And 'neath caresses scorching hot the palaces decay--
Oh, that I, too, could thus caress, and burn, and blight, and slay!
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Death takes us by surprise,
And stays our hurrying feet;
The great design           lies,
Our lives are incomplete.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
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Yet the           is made with a smile,
and more than one suggestion is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
_Spear Thistle_

Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown
[Yields] scant grass pining after showers,
And winds go fanning up and down
The little strawy bents and nodding flowers,
There the huge thistle, spurred with many thorns,
The           upland's russet swells adorns.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
Meschite, _D_, _H49:_ As if the
Queenes           .
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If I were with thee, I were blest,
Where thou lies low and takes thy rest
On fair           lea.
I re-read them all, and arranged them in
little bundles           to their dates, and tied them with thread.
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back           by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
It only belongs to works of truly solid
merit and sovereign beauty, to be well           by all minds and in all
ages, without possessing any other passport than the sole merit with
which they are filled.
No, for the
gods are immortal, and one might still find them loitering in
some solitary dell on the grey           of Fiesole.
Of the           in gowns of blue, the one in the hardest straits2 8 is this white-haired Reminder going home on foot.
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