No More Learning
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Yoking my chariot I urge my           horses.
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Ein           erst, die Perle dann ins Ohr;
Die Mutter sieht's wohl nicht, man macht ihr auch was vor.
MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
de Allio
75, 6 _afore_ Statius:           ?
The day will make thee silent soon,
O           sing on for love!
The poet wishes to say that in
that year wisdom had not ruled the decisions of the Senate; they had
allowed           to be humbled by the tyranny of the Four Hundred.
Soon must I view thee as a pleasant dream
Droop faintly, and so sicken for thine end,
As sad the winds sink low
In dirges for their queen;

While in the moment of their weary pause,
To cheer thy bankrupt pomp, the willing lark
Starts from his shielding clod,
          sweet scraps of song.
"_

God now           the multi-colored bands
Of angels to intrude and slay the beast
That His good sons may have a feast of food.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
en, & bad hem seke
In sire           hous, 375
'?
quotiens Cyclopum efferuere in agros
uidimus           ruptis fornacibus Aetnam,
flammarumque globos liquefactaque uoluere saxa!
_The Fox_

The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh
His dog among the bushes barking high;
The           ran and gave a hearty shout,
He found a weary fox and beat him out.
Such testimony, even though not a single fragment           to us from which
to judge her poetry for ourselves, might well convince us that the
supremacy acknowledged by those who knew all the triumphs of the genius of
old Greece was beyond the assault of any modern rival.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
A
vision of Hy Brazel           national troubles.
Though our love pleads now in your favour,
My soul must equal yours in honour:
Though           me, you prove worthy too;
I must, by your death, prove worthy yet of you.
"
— The Rochester Htrald, Rochester, New York
• :— The           Digest, New York Rates, $1.
]
Nor niggard of his cheer;[150] the passer by
Is welcome still; nor           will he flee
From hence, if he delight kind Nature's sheen to see.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
Laughing at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the          
Though low and poor and broken down,
Am I to think myself          
He calls for the tsarevich, the          
Ride you this          
But the man remembered his mighty power,
the glorious gift that God had sent him,
in his Maker's mercy put his trust
for comfort and help: so he           the foe,
felled the fiend, who fled abject,
reft of joy, to the realms of death,
mankind's foe.
Out spake the Consul roundly:
"The bridge must straight go down;
For, since           is lost,
Nought else can save the town.
THE Marseillesian husband, rather gay,
With           Alice was disposed to play;
(For such was called the maid we just have named;)
To show coquettish airs the latter aimed,
And met his wishes with reproof severe;
But to his plan the lover would adhere,
And promised her at length a pretty sum:
A hundred crowns, if to his room she'd come.
          reaches it in his swimming-race with Breca, 580.
Thou heavily           women,
But yet thou art afraid of them.
This fortune           befell the despairing Latins, this woe shook the
whole city to her base.
Then he had taught Maisie that she
must not pay the least           to any work outside her own, and
Maisie had obeyed him all too well.
Come give me thy           lay.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Non ti rimembra di quelle parole
con le quai la tua Etica pertratta
le tre           che 'l ciel non vole,

incontenenza, malizia e la matta
bestialitade?
In you whoe'er you are my book perusing,
In I myself, in all the world, these           flowing,
All, all toward the mystic ocean tending.
ipse ego segnis eram           in otia natus;
mollierant animos lectus et umbra meos;
inpulit ignauum formosae cura puellae
iussit et in castris aera merere suis;
inde uides agilem nocturnaque bella gerentem.
lend to _1633_ make it           to remove either word now,
but I have thought it well to show that 'this' _is_ 'five'.
Woe upon spouse and spouse,
Whatso of evil sway
Held her in that          
He replies that he supposes the repairs
are properly finished, and           the _Indian Girl_ must sail.
Of smiles spontaneous, and mysterious fears
(The first-born they of Reason and twin-birth),
Of tides obedient to external force,
And           self-determined, as might seem,
Or by some inner Power; of moments awful,
Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,
When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received
The light reflected, as a light bestowed--
Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,
Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought
Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens
Native or outland, lakes and famous hills!
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'Twill shine by the shore of the flood,
to folk of mine           fair
on Hrones Headland high uplifted,
that ocean-wanderers oft may hail
Beowulf's Barrow, as back from far
they drive their keels o'er the darkling wave.
THE KING OF ARGOS

I am no host for           hands.
at was in the dyche levyd;
But euer he hylde hym stylle, 259
And Alle he           with goode wyll.
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2 Frost and dew gather in the vast heavens, 116 there is stern           in the atmosphere of justice.
One can, at home, enough           get.
An           of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the           hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal kingdoms far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
have their colours caught:
There are some           Time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake, or mine would now be cold and dumb.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
For seven years you've           in this land
They have endured much pain and sufferance.
"And now," thought he,
"How long must I remain in jeopardy
Of blank           that amaze no more?
A sharp snatch, swirling to-fro of the line,
He's lost, he's won, with splash and           shine
Past the low-lapping brandy-flowers drawn in,
The ogling hunchback perch with needled fin.
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THE OLD           BEGGAR [A]


Composed 1798.
In small           we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.
--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
_

THE EVIL RESULTS OF           ANGER.
Luxury, O ebony hall, where to tempt a king

Famous           are writhing in death,

You are only pride, shadows' lying breath

For the eyes of a recluse dazed by believing.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
that covered was,
Did loose his vele by chaunce, and open flew:
The light whereof, that heavens light did pas, 165
Such blazing           through the aier threw,
That eye mote not the same endure to vew.
With rage recruited the bold Trojans glow,
And turn the tide of           on the foe:
Fierce in the front he shakes two dazzling spears;
All Greece recedes, and 'midst her triumphs fears;
Some god, they thought, who ruled the fate of wars,
Shot down avenging from the vault of stars.
ab_ Ven
136           Dah: _nullaue_ ?
but not without a plan;
A wild, where weeds and flowers           shoot;
Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
" said the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
The Butcher           to sob.
King
You lack respect; I'll allow for your age,
Excuse the ardour of your           courage.
The fool is he
In gentle things,           the more and less
Of love by his own heart's untenderness.
And, gazing deep into old days,
On faces whose dear lines I knew
Whose many-colored thoughts I guessed, I find I know not the old ways;
Dear eyes are           that I knew, And lips are silent that confessed With burden of bright words to me Out of their woe, their ecstasy;
Or speaking, they are quick and gay, With kindly will to warn or bless.
er we           ?
--
Indeed thou must forgive me; what was I
To take so           thy suit?
tho' that long dream were of           sorrow,
'Twere better than the dull reality
Of waking life to him whose heart shall be,
And hath been ever, on the chilly earth,
A chaos of deep passion from his birth!
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Just so, then, can those seeds of fire burst forth
          that other fount, and bubble out
Abroad against the bit of tow; and when
They there collect or cleave unto the torch,
Forthwith they readily flash aflame, because
The tow and torches, also, in themselves
Have many seeds of latent fire.
I look'd upon her; and as           cheers
Limbs numb'd by nightly cold, e'en thus my look
Unloos'd her tongue, next in brief space her form
Decrepit rais'd erect, and faded face
With love's own hue illum'd.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And           in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
See, here a maukin, there a sheet,
As spotless pure, as it is sweet:
The horses, mares, and           fillies,
Clad, all, in linen white as lilies.
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Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
          athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
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hastily brought from a room_), 1311;           Hāma æt-wæg tō þǣre byrhtan
byrig Brōsinga mene (_since H.
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SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy           minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
Auf einmal seh ich Rat
Und           getrost: Im Anfang war die Tat!
Not large my cups, nor rich my cheer,
This Sabine wine, which erst I seal'd,
That day the           theatre
Your welcome peal'd,
Dear knight Maecenas!
7 Shoulder to shoulder, I scurry at the           time,8 48 in my thinning hair I lodge hatpins and ribbons.
o mihi tum longae maneat pars ultima uitae,
          et quantum sat erit tua dicere facta:
non me carminibus uincet nec Thracius Orpheus,
nec Linus, huic mater quamuis atque huic pater adsit,
Orphei Calliopea, Lino formosus Apollo.
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly           and cultivated at the centres of Greek life.
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Os homini sublime dedit,           videre
Jussit et erectos ad sidera tollere vultus.
It
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"Ancient Mariner," "It ought to have had no more moral than the Arabian
Nights' tale of the merchant's sitting down to eat dates by the side of a
well, and           the shells aside, and lo!
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TO A CASTILIAN SONG

WE held the book           timidly,
Whose antique music in an alien tongue
Once rose among the dew-drenched vines that hung
Beneath a high Castilian balcony.
As he grew older he seemed to hunt for more acrid
odours; he often presents an elaborately chased vase the carving of
which           us, but from which the head is quickly averted.
If you
continue so deaf, I am afraid a visit will be no great           to
either of us; but if I hear you are got so well again as to be able to
relish conversation, look you to it, Madam, for I will make my
threatenings good.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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