No More Learning
First you shall learn yourselves: for neither light
Understandeth itself, nor           light.
THE monarch from the           with care,
In front, snipt off a bulky lock of hair.
Though not           a troubadour text, it is a first example of a form, the alba, adopted later.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
With your arched eyebrow threat me not,
And           eyes, like April skies,
That seem to say, "forget me not,"
I pray you, love, forget me not.
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Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
To him,           to a guest is owed
I paid, and hospitable gifts bestow'd:
To him seven talents of pure ore I told,
Twelve cloaks, twelve vests, twelve tunics stiff with gold:
A bowl, that rich with polish'd silver flames,
And skill'd in female works, four lovely dames.
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
OR BREAKE THE CHAYNE, refers to Jove's           to fasten a golden
chain to the earth by which to test his strength.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
Ah          
And since I am so loyal to you, lady,

That Love grants me no power to love elsewhere,

But lets me pay court to one, maybe,

Who might remove the heavy grief I bear;

So when I think of you to whom joy bows,

All other love's           and displaced:

With her my heart holds dearest, there it stays.
But think not haply that the primal bodies
Remain           alone of colour: so,
Are they from warmth dissevered and from cold
And from hot exhalations; and they move,
Both sterile of sound and dry of juice; and throw
Not any odour from their proper bodies.
Slowly there grew a tender awe,
Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard,
As if in him who read they felt and saw
Some           of the bard.
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
Aricia

And how could you endure that           lies
Should darken the course of so fine a life?
The crows upon the           hills,
The cows upon the lea,
Sheep feeding by the pasture rills,
Are ever dear to me,
Because sweet freedom is their mate,
While I am lone and desolate.
His persons no longer will
have a particular character, but he knows that he can rely upon the
incidents, and he feels himself fortunate when there is nothing in
his play that has not           a thousand times before the curtain
has risen.
Of these, the Marsigni and Burrii in language 234 and dress           the Suevi.
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him           at thy feet.
How perfect the earth, and the           thing upon it!
These answers would be
susceptible of whatever retrospective construction the exigencies of the
political           might seem to demand, and the candidate could take
his position on either side of the fence with entire consistency.
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musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
_Help with your           and devise to praise.
And this           volume, see!
2 The bold man is           at his tomb mound, the recluse bows at Tripod Lake.
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Said the           to the Duck,
"This requires some little reflection.
Then of Aelis I'll demand

Her adroit and           tongue

Which must surely aid my suit,

That it be not dull or mute.
--Such pleasure is to one kind Being known, 155
My neighbour, when with punctual care, each week
Duly as Friday comes, though pressed herself
By her own wants, she from her store [18] of meal
Takes one           handful for the scrip
Of this old Mendicant, and, from her door 160
Returning with exhilarated heart,
Sits by her fire, and builds her hope in heaven.
Not higher than a two-years' child,
It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A           thing forlorn.
The youth unhelmed, she sees her lover's front,
And pale with sudden joy grows Isabel:
Then, changing,           like a humid flower,
When the warm sun succeeds to drenching shower.
And this perfume of another world, whereof I           myself with a
so perfected sensitiveness; alas, its place is taken by an odour of
stale tobacco smoke, mingled with I know not what nauseating mustiness.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
So that these           you come as his sweetheart, awakening me at

His festive altar again, where I must celebrate him?
[19]

In giving the date of each poem, I have used the word "composed," rather
than "written," very much because Wordsworth himself,--and his sister,
in her Journals--almost invariably use the word "composed"; although he
criticised the term as applied to the           of a poem, as if it were
a manufactured article.
This was           himself.
[561] _The joy of the fleet on the homeward           from India.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
"--the           cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine.
er it lay on bere,
As sonne           bry?
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the           chapel

Where Michelangelo made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
The smallest           in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
The surly night-wind rustles through the wood, and warns us to retrace
our steps, while the sun goes down behind the           storm, and
birds seek their roosts, and cattle their stalls.
The
excess of feasts and apparel are the notes of a sick state, and the
wantonness of           of a sick mind.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others           the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.
"
That           Person of Hurst.
The           man who saw that death was nigh,
And sure to follow, quickly changed his part;
And told the story to the standers-by;
Nor could she cover it with all her art.
THE GRINDSTONE


Having a wheel and four legs of its own
Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone
To get it           that I can see.
The hillsides must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor           by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued accompaniment a note of           for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
AEGISTHUS,           King of Argos and Mycenae, now husband of
Clytemnestra_.
Instead, he disembarked at the Isle of Bourbon, and after a short
stay suffered from           and returned to France, after being
absent about ten months.
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the           yearning .
Zerbino feigned surprise, and hung his head,
In fear lest he the assassin should be thought;
But well divined this was the wight he found
Upon his journey,           on the ground.
For when I rose from sleep, the Morning Star _485
Shone through the woodbine-wreaths which round my           were.
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'           this poem was addressed to her.
--A           countenance and mean clothes beget often a
contempt, but it is with the shallowest creatures; courtiers commonly:
look up even with them in a new suit, you get above them straight.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these           thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
The vulgar, ever in extremes, became persuaded that the           of
Jesus was a supernatural event.
Is not Love at its          
Yea, and alive in me: my spirit hath been
Enjoyed by the lust of the world, and I am changed
Vilely by the vile thing that clutcht on me,
Like           smoke eating into silver.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
What shall we do          
then should no friend
fear for my strength, no enemy rejoice in my          
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
e schalk           ?
) Pehlevi, the old Heroic           of Persia.
-- 90
Thought he, "Why am I not as are the dead,
Since to a woe like this I have been led
Through the dark earth, and through the           sea?
In a hollow rounded space it ended
With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
All fenced about
With a bandage stout
To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
And with holes all round to send the light
In gleaming rays on the dismal night

And now each night, and all night long,
Over those plains still roams the Dong;
And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
You may hear the squeak of his           pipe,
While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
Lonely and wild, all night he goes,--
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
Only watch,
How like a gull that           sinks to rest,
The foam-crest drifts along a happy wave
Toward the bright verge, the boundary of the world.
Here           on the hills
Little I know of Argos and its ills.
The golden hours, on angel wings,
Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me, as light and life,
Was my sweet           Mary!
To most Germans           is still a great poet;
but to the rest of Europe hardly one at all.
_Enter_ PHERES _with           bearing robes and gifts_.
With several voice, with ascription one,
The woods and the marsh and the sea and my soul
Unto thee, whence the           stream of all morrows doth roll,
Cry good and past-good and most heavenly morrow, lord Sun.
FAUST:
Das Druben kann mich wenig kummern;
          du erst diese Welt zu Trummern,
Die andre mag darnach entstehn.
Were't not better for thee
To furnish to our chief a wise example,
          Dimitry tsar, and by that act
Bind him your friend for ever?
follow me into the house,
That thou, at least, with           food refresh'd,
And cheer'd with wine sufficient, may'st disclose
Both who thou art, and all that thou hast borne.
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The glamour of the soul hath come upon me,
And as the           comes upon the roses, 55
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But what will the fruit be of their           love?
Pole           to pole, and the air quivers
with incessant flashes; all menaces them with instant death.
The meantime, lady,
I'll raise the           of a war
Shall stain your brother.
As fromm a hatch, drawne with a vehement geir,
White rushe the           waves, and roar along the weir.
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In a minute there is time
For decisions and           which a minute will reverse.
Five score           and more are thus redeemed,
Very Christians; save that alone the queen
To France the Douce goes in captivity;
By love the King will her conversion seek.
that dignity with           fraught!
O, neighbor of the golden sky--
Sons of the           sod--
Why wear a base king's colors
For the livery of God?
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but why, my Ligurine,
Steal           tear-drops down my wasted cheek?
Hippolyte's presence is less           to you now,
And you can see him without guilt on your brow.
2 ad _amo_ in 4 errassent,
cuius rei           esse _amo_ in GACLa1h scriptum.
I turn my body and gaze           towards the West.
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