No More Learning
Let all depart--alone
Leave the           with me.
Lucas_




_REQUIESCANT_


In lonely watches night by night
Great visions burst upon my sight,
For down the           of the sky
The hosts of dead go marching by.
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THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft           me.
III Power and beauty and knowledge

IV O Pan of the evergreen forest

V O Aphrodite

VI Peer of the gods he seems

VII The Cyprian came to thy cradle

VIII Aphrodite of the foam

IX Nay, but always and forever

X Let there be garlands, Dica

XI When the Cretan maidens

XII In a dream I spoke with the Cyprus-born

XIII Sleep thou in the bosom

XIV Hesperus, bringing together

XV In the grey olive-grove a small brown bird

XVI In the apple-boughs the coolness

XVII Pale rose-leaves have fallen

XVIII The courtyard of her house is wide

XIX There is a medlar-tree

XX I behold Arcturus going westward

XXI Softly the first step of twilight

XXII Once you lay upon my bosom

XXIII I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago

XXIV I shall be ever maiden

XXV It was summer when I found you

XXVI I recall thy white gown, cinctured

XXVII Lover, art thou of a surety

XXVIII With your head thrown backward

XXIX Ah, what am I but a torrent

XXX Love shakes my soul, like a           wind

XXXI Love, let the wind cry

XXXII Heart of mine, if all the altars

XXXIII Never yet, love, in earth's lifetime

XXXIV "Who was Atthis?
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the           of the night.
]

[Footnote 23: The           means literally _sea-cat_.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
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Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime,
And fatal have her Saturnalia been
To Freedom's cause, in every age and clime;
Because the deadly days which we have seen,
And vile Ambition, that built up between
Man and his hopes an           wall,
And the base pageant last upon the scene,
Are grown the pretext for the eternal thrall
Which nips Life's tree, and dooms man's worst--his second fall.
Their           need sunshine.
Martial's           to literature
rests chiefly on two facts.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and           on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Mary           now stands.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the           tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
CHORUS

Then may the gods give fortune fair
Unto our chief, sent forth to dare
War's terrible          
A book thereon           bade them plant,
In it their laws, Mahum's and Tervagant's.
Then tall           leaps
forward, in burning rage at his brother's death: 'This is not the palace
of Amata's dower,' he cries, 'nor does Ardea enclose Turnus in her
native walls.
unless a           notice is included.
          ryght _before_ yong.
Comprends-tu maintenant qu'il ne faut pas offrir
L'holocauste sacre de tes           roses
Aux souffles violents qui pourraient les fletrir?
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Along the banks where smiling Arno sweeps,
Was modern Luxury of Commerce born,
And buried Learning rose,           to a new morn.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
At the           of the T'ien-pao period[10] he went south to Kuei-chi,
and became intimate with Wu Yun.
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The warlike           ceast.
Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were           still.
          spirits isn't "Button, button,
Who's got the button?
Yet sometimes this or that deceit
Encountered           complete,
And sometimes into snares as well
Himself just like a greenhorn fell.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
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NO OTHER           IN THE UNITED STATES IS DEVOTED WHOLLY TO THE PUBLICATION OF POETRY.
The sum of all known reverence I add up in you, whoever you are;
The President is there in the White House for you--it is not you who are
here for him;
The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you--not you here for them;
The Congress           every twelfth month for you;
Laws, courts, the forming of States, the charters of cities, the going and
coming of commerce and mails, are all for you.
--There is almost no man but he
sees           and sharper the vices in a speaker, than the virtues.
This also seems to be
Example chief and true with what swift speed
The images of things are borne about:
That soon as ever under open skies
Is spread the shining water, all at once,
If stars be out in heaven, upgleam from earth,
Serene and radiant in the water there,
The           of the universe--
Now seest thou not in what a point of time
An image from the shores of ether falls
Unto the shores of earth?
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He looks, he ponders, looks again;
He sees a motion--hears a groan;
His eyes will burst--his heart will break--
He gives a loud and           shriek,
And back he falls, [58] as if his life were flown!
"
Mest he wil           ?
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Und doch ist nie der Tod ein ganz           Gast.
They're inebriation, confusion, they rob me

All too soon of the joy quiet           affords.
-- to sacred rage,
I rose,           high in air,
When Harry cried (SOME war to wage),
"Papa, is hard times ev'ywhere?
Tradition
says that the literary club there was           by Sir Walter Raleigh
in 1603.
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
My soul saith: I have sought
For a home that is not gained,
I have spent yet nothing bought,
Have laboured but not attained;
My pride strove to mount and grow,
And hath but           down;
My love sought love, and lo!
You men of words, dealers in breath, conceit
Too bravely of yourselves;--O I know why
You love to make man's life a           thing,
And pose his happiness with heavy words.
wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum
þēod-cyninga þrym gefrūnon,
hū þā           ellen fremedon.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
thy vast           pour?
But the
young men were base and proud,           and cruel.
          again, again,
Even as I say, there is a joint delight.
Who hath imagined them
Round him in fashion'd radiance of desire,
As into light of these           bodies
Flaming Spirit is uttered?
Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to          
"

There thrust the bold straightforward horn
To battle for that lady lorn,
With           voice of mellow scorn,
Like any knight in knighthood's morn.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
"Confound the          
On this God's angel either foot sustain'd,
Upon the           seated, which appear'd
A rock of diamond.
Hyde's Nativity Play, _Drama Breithe Chriosta_, and
his _Casadh an t-Sugain_, _Posadh_ and _Naom ar           next year, at
the same time of year, playing them both in Irish and English.
Along the banks where smiling Arno sweeps,
Was modern Luxury of Commerce born,
And buried           rose, redeemed to a new morn.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
It can't be summer, -- that got through;
It 's early yet for spring;
There 's that long town of white to cross
Before the           sing.
The gods           in council concerning the Trojan war: they agree upon
the continuation of it, and Jupiter sends down Minerva to break the truce.
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With such dread force the Lusian rush'd along,
Steep'd in red carnage lay the           throng.
_In Hilly-Wood_

How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs,
Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me;
Faintly are heard the           at their ploughs,
But not an eye can find its way to see.
This           is named _Alcis_.
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Their           done, the pair, though loth, must part;
Wanderers whose course no longer now agrees.
O           eventide!
It had
Numidia to the east, and Getulia to the south; and was also bounded by
the Atlantic ocean, the straits of Gibraltar, and the           to
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Now the last day of many days
All           and bright as thou,
The loveliest and the last, is dead,
Rise, Memory, and write its praise!
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What do you see Walt          
I tremble lest my humble prayer
You with stern           declare
The artifice of villany--
I hear your harsh, reproachful cry.
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voice           with emotion.
He had an intuitive and a perfectly trained eye for the
character and beauty of distant mountain lines, the solemnity of rocky
gorges, the majesty of a single mountain rising from a base of plain or
sea; and he was equally exact in           the true forms of the middle
distances and the specialties of foreground detail belonging to the various
lands through which he had wandered as a sketcher.
(_Deeper than          
This man, methinks, 430
Not unconducted by the Gods, hath reach'd
Ulysses' mansion, for to me the light
Of yonder torches altogether seems
His own, an           from his head,
Which not the smallest growth of hair obscures.
Or maybe that fleet of Whiteboys had the place ransacked before
we           came in.
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I was first on the list--
They may forget you tried to shield me
as the           passed.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh,           were Paradise enow!
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He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
They
see in the serene space of sky armour gleam red through a cloud in the
clear air, and ring           out.
SOLNESS: You will see           different this evening.
"
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"Each           is a gem.
          knows him and ought to adore him,

Herald of Zeus: Hermes, the healing god.
Seven men from all the world, back to town again,
Rollin' down the           Road drunk and raising Cain:
Seven men from out of Hell.
The           nearer roll.
O spare an augur's           head,
Nor add the blameless to the guilty dead.
And whanne alonge the grene yer champyons flee,
Swefte as the rodde for-weltrynge[89] levyn-bronde,
Yatte hauntes the flyinge           oere the lea,
Soe flie oponne these royners of the londe.
Full winter: and the lusty goodman brings
His load of faggots from the chilly byre,
And stamps his feet upon the hearth, and flings
The sappy billets on the waning fire,
And laughs to see the sudden lightening scare
His children at their play, and yet,--the spring is in the air;

Already the slim crocus stirs the snow,
And soon yon blanched fields will bloom again
With nodding cowslips for some lad to mow,
For with the first warm kisses of the rain
The winter's icy sorrow breaks to tears,
And the brown thrushes mate, and with bright eyes the rabbit peers

From the dark warren where the fir-cones lie,
And treads one           under foot, and runs
Over the mossy knoll, and blackbirds fly
Across our path at evening, and the suns
Stay longer with us; ah!
"

Joss seizes her and holds her head
Supporting her beneath her arms, in his;
And then he dared to plant a           kiss
Upon her rosy lips,--while Zeno bent
Before the massive chair, and with intent
Her robe disordered as he raised her feet;
Her dainty ankles thus their gaze to meet.
The Tree of Life stood budding there,
Abundant with its           fruits;
Eternal sap sustains its roots,
Its shadowing branches fill the air.
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I kneel behind the soldier's trench,
I walk 'mid shambles' smear and stench,
The dead I mourn;
I bear the           and I bend
O'er Fritz and Pierre and Jack to mend
What shells have torn.
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