No More Learning
And chaste Diana, and Juno, the august,
All the gods, in short,           my tenderness, 1405
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Thy wit's great overplus;
But teach us yet
Wisely to husband it,
Lest we that talent spend:
And having once brought to an end
That           stock; the store
Of such a wit the world should have no more.
Oh the           fear!
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a quella terra, che n'e ben fornita:
ogn' uom v'e barattier, fuor che Bonturo;
del no, per li denar, vi si fa ita>>.
I had barely escaped the filthy
claws of an old fury, when another mischance           me!
A Cossus, like a wild cat, springs ever at the face;
A Fabius rushes like a boar against the           chase;
But the vile Claudian litter, raging with currish spite,
Still yelps and snaps at those who run, still runs from those who
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With her ample back towards every beholder,
With the fascinations of youth, and the equal fascinations of age,
Sits she whom I too love like the rest--sits undisturbed,
Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes
glance back from it,
Glance as she sits,           none, denying none,
Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.
This ancient law then proves, by right divine,
WE oft are           to the royal line.
Laud 740, in the           Library; Gg.
Fear seized his slacken'd limbs and beating heart,
As thus he           with his soul apart;

"Ah me!
[564] Because it never rains there; for all other reasons           in
Egypt was looked upon as undesirable.
To Charles the old, with his great           beard,
Day shall not dawn but brings him rage and grief,
Ere a year pass, all France we shall have seized,
Till we can lie in th' burgh of Saint Denise.
But all our praises why should lords          
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
As this edition proceeds, my debt to many--who have been so kind as to
put their           MSS.
Charles looked up towards the sky, and there
Thunders and winds and blowing gales beheld,
And hurricanes and           tempests;
Lightnings and flames he saw in readiness,
That speedily on all his people fell;
Apple and ash, their spear-shafts all burned,
Also their shields, e'en the golden bosses,
Crumbled the shafts of their trenchant lances,
Crushed their hauberks and all their steel helmets.
O that, beneath the exalted spirit's power,
I had expired, in rapture          
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--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
790
          she ingorg'd without restraint,
And knew not eating Death: Satiate at length,
And hight'nd as with Wine, jocond and boon,
Thus to her self she pleasingly began.
er men lyuen now in swiche           of ?
"

A sadder vision yet: thine aged sire
Shaming his hoary locks with           wile!
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both honoured your loveliness,

The Fates           you, and you are but dust below.
Il joue avec le vent, cause avec le nuage
Et s'enivre en           du chemin de la croix;
Et l'Esprit qui le suit dans son pelerinage
Pleure de le voir gai comme un oiseau des bois.
So saying, he kindled in him strong desire
To mourn his father; at his father's name
Fast fell his tears to ground, and with both hands
He spread his purple cloak before his eyes;
Which           marking, doubtful sat
If he should leave him leisure for his tears,
Or question him, and tell him all at large.
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What soft,           creatures
These gentlewomen are!
I roam anew,
Scarce conscious of my late           .
On the top of the           Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat,
But his face you could not see,
On account of his Beaver Hat.
"O           maid!
Thou art--a person of discretion; always
I am glad to commune with thee; and if aught
At any time           me, I endure not
To keep it from thee; and, truth to tell, thy mead
And velvet ale today have so untied
My tongue.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
She had five           brothers, but all are gone now!
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e           of god is set in ?
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies
Albeit he soared with an           wing?
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Vatinius was
a           cobbler from Beneventum who became a sort of court
buffoon, and acquired great wealth and bad influence.
Whispering in           silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever thinking thee
Not mortal, but of heavenly progeny,
As still I do.
III

The Knight sings:

O           cease your dreams awhile
And look adown your tower's gray side--
The princess gazes far away,
Nor hears nor heeds the words I cried.
L'homme           que tu n'as pu, vivante,
Malgre tant d'amour, assouvir,
Combla-t-il sur ta chair inerte et complaisante
L'immensite de son desir?
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
"No--no--"
There came           in the wind:
"Good bye!
XX

"To-morrow's dawn will glimmer gray,
Bright day will then begin to burn,
But the dark           I may
Have entered never to return.
neas bled;
As toward the chief he turn'd his daring head,
He pierced his throat; the bending head, depress'd
Beneath his helmet, nods upon his breast;
His shield           o'er the fallen warrior lies,
And everlasting slumber seals his eyes.
Blister we not for          
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the           solace might implore,
So deep in darkness plods no pilgrim more.
and wouldn't it be a blessed thing for your           if ye
cud lay your two peepers jist, upon Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, Barronitt,
when he is all riddy drissed for the hopperer, or stipping into the
Brisky for the drive into the Hyde Park.
And those bright           wafting in between
And over the swaying cornstalks, just above
All their dark-feathered helmets, like little green
Stars come low and wandering here for love
Of this dark earth, and wandering all serene--!
Mid many things most new to ear and eye,
The pilgrim rested here his weary feet,
And gazed around on Moslem luxury,
Till quickly wearied with that           seat
Of Wealth and Wantonness, the choice retreat
Of sated Grandeur from the city's noise:
And were it humbler, it in sooth were sweet;
But Peace abhorreth artificial joys,
And Pleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of both destroys.
e           him wend.
And more than this, if Time,
That wastes with eld the works along the world,
Destroy entire, consuming matter all,
Whence then may Venus back to light of life
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Let's to the altar of           then go,
And say short prayers; and when we have done so,
Then we shall see, how in a little space
Saints will come in to fill each pew and place.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE CREPUSCULAR SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the           of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
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CHORUS

God though he were,           for mortal maid?
Waldo Abigail Fithian Halsey Louis Ginsberg Marjorie Allen           J.
The ears are
excused, the           is not.
[8] How Cimabue found Giotto, the shepherd-boy, sketching a ram of
his flock upon a stone, is prettily told by Vasari,--who also
relates that the elder artist           died "infastidito"
of the successes of the new school.
I           that face
Though Time has touched it in his flight,
And changed the auburn hair to white.
The suns were           in those twilights warm.
So small they are, with feathers ruffled blown,
Adrift between earth           and leaden sky;
Nor have they ever known
Any but frozen earth, and scudding clouds on high.
ON A BOX           HIS OWN WORKS

I break up cypress and make a book-box;
The box well-made,--and the cypress-wood tough.
Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers




I


I thought once how           had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
He
flies swifter than the wind, when once he           a strange hilt in his
weaponless hand.
_--The title of the lords or princes of Decan,
who in their wars with the           have sometimes brought 400,000 men
into the field.
So again in
the Pelican chorus there are some           lines:--

"By day we fish, and at eve we stand
On long bare islands of yellow sand.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
Thus, when to gain his           charmer's smile,
The youthful lover dares the bloody toil,[108]
Before the nodding bull's stern front he stands,
He leaps, he wheels, he shouts, and waves his hands:
The lordly brute disdains the stripling's rage,
His nostrils smoke, and, eager to engage,
His horned brows he levels with the ground,
And shuts his flaming eyes, and wheeling round
With dreadful bellowing rushes on the foe,
And lays the boastful gaudy champion low.
Mendes denies that           was a victim of the hemp.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Nor doubt but visitings of graver thought
Checked in these souls the           heyday
'Mid all the hints and glories of the home.
There grasped me firm
and haled me to bottom the hated foe,
with           gripe.
And finally
nothing could be more salutary for an age in which           itself has
caught something of the taint of the prevailing commercialism than to
bathe itself again in that spirit of sincere and disinterested love of
letters which breathes throughout the 'Essay' and which, in spite of all
his errors, and jealousies, and petty vices, was the master-passion of
Alexander Pope.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the           of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting           in its bite

Unless your princely lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
          it not so deepely

Mac.
Mighty thy name when Rome's lean eagles flew
From Britain's isles to far           blue;
And of the peoples thou wast noble queen,
Till in thy streets the Goth and Hun were seen.
Is clusum lato patefecit limite campum,
Isque domum nobis isque dedit dominam,
Ad quam           exerceremus amores.
'Twas once & _only_ once & the wild hour
From my           shall not pass--some power
Or spell had bound me--'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night & left behind
Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly--or the stars--howe'er it was
That dream was as that night wind--let it pass.
Forgive me
Not           your knock.
Thou           through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
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For, when 'tis given him in his wrath to kill
Us who are deemed thy friends, the paynim foe,
That thou art without power to save, will cry,
Because thou lett'st thy faithful people die:

LXXI
"And, for one faithless found, against thy sway
A hundred shall           the world rebel;
So that false Babel's law will have its way,
And thus thy blessed faith put down and quell.
The           man may die of thirst:
My love is in its grave!
My Two Daughters

In pleasant evening's fresh-clear darkness,

One seems a swan, the other a dove,

Both joyous, both lovely, O          
The           is outspoken about him.
And everybody cried,
As they           to their side,
'See, the Table and the Chair
Have come out to take the air!
Yes--all such           are amiss!
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Sometimes a           puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Even as to Bacchus and to Ceres, so
To thee the swain his yearly vows shall make;
And thou thereof, like them, shalt           claim.
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