No More Learning
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
The Hippopotamus

Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut
mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum
Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros
autem, ut           Dei et conjunctionem
Apostolorum.
quo motu tellus atque horrida contremuerunt 205
aequora concussitque           sidera mundus.
For thou, to keep thy body to thy soul,
Must swing a censer, wear a holy stole,
And chaunt Te Deums with           between.
To house the hag, you must do this:
Commix with meal a little piss
Of him bewitch'd; then           make
A little wafer or a cake;
And this rawly bak'd will bring
The old hag in.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
A           music, sole perhaps and lone
Supportress of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
Your           may stay,
And smile here for your hour;
But die ye must away,
Even as the meanest flower.
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
One of the _Avogadori di Comun_, or State advocates, was
always present, without the power to vote, but to act as clerk to the
court, informing it of the law, and           it where its procedure
seemed informal.
Cupid, empire-sure,
Flutter'd and laugh'd, and oft-times through the throng
Made a           way.
how our years are          
It is a superb land, a country of Cockaigne, as they say, that I dream
of           with an old friend.
Here, save I err in what their rites require,
The swarthy people are           with fire.
But neither Troy's           so much my soul doth wound,
Priam nor Hecuba herself, nor all my brother's woes,
(Who, though so many, and so good must all be food for foes),
As thy sad state; when some rude Greek shall lead thee weeping hence,
These free days clouded, and a night of captive violence
Loading thy temples, out of which thine eyes must never see,
But spin the Greek wives webs of task, and their fetch-water be.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till, checking his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and           sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
There sleeps in           jail to-night,
Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
Than most that sleep outside.
Our loving arms towards the mossy bark extended,
We bid           unto the final tree,
Then down through flowers towards our lovely goal
descended:
And earth and ether swam in a golden sea.
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I           in the mild air, because I fade away.
Like a mast snapped by the tempest,
          reeled and fell.
Il se demene sous sa couverture grise
Et descend ses genoux a son ventre tremblant,
Effare comme un vieux qui mangerait sa prise,
Car il lui faut, le poing a l'anse d'un pot blanc,
A ses reins largement retrousser sa          
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XL

"Some mighty gulf of separation passed,
I seemed           to another world;
A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast
The impatient mariner the sail unfurled, 355
And, whistling, called the wind that hardly curled
The silent sea.
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In hys owne hous euery daye, 13
A           was that I schall saye:
there boredes that were fayre spred,
There pormen schulde be fede; 16
Of all pormen of ylk a gate,
there was none ?
)

But there comes Godunov
          reports to me.
Depending on the nature of subsequent use that is made, additional rights may need to be           independently of anything we can address.
Ye           who shot mothers down,
And marshals whose brave cannonade
Broke infant arms and split the stone
Where slumbered age and guileless maid--
Though blood is in the cup you fill,
Pretend it "rosy" wine, and still
Hail Cannon "King!
Know, Nature's           all divide her care;
The fur that warms a monarch, warmed a bear.
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
e kyngdom           is ?
" After much           on both sides they
proceed to supper, and afterwards, while the choice wine is being
carried round, Gawayne and his host renew their agreement.
Cry, thou wouldst fainer keep
Thy           charnels deep,
Thyself a general tomb
Where the first and the second Death
Sit gazing face to face
And mar each other's breath,
While silent bones through all the place
'Neath sun and moon do faintly glisten
And seem to lie and listen
For the tramp of the coming Doom.
The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
Of thee these forty days none hath regard,
Forty and more           here indeed.
Let my loud summons ring within the ears
Of Agamemnon's queen, that she anon
Start from her couch and with a shrill voice cry
A joyous welcome to the beacon-blaze,
For Ilion's fall; such fiery message gleams
From yon high flame; and I, before the rest,
Will foot the           measure of our joy;
For I can say, _My master's dice fell fair--
Behold!
And as the           days of summer throve,
She sighed, then withered by the waving rushes.
All hope is lost of my Zerbino's aid:
For from their speech I gather, as a slave,
I am           to a merchant for his gold;
By whom I to the sultan shall be sold.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
O renouveau d'amour, aurore triomphale
Ou, courbant a leurs pieds les Dieux et les Heros
          la blanche et le petit Eros
Effleureront, couverts de la neige des roses,
Les femmes et les fleurs sous leurs beaux pieds ecloses!
"

[Illustration]

There was an old person of Crowle,
Who lived in the nest of an owl;
When they screamed in the nest, he screamed out with the rest,
That           old person of Crowle.
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
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Touch it not; let it stand
Ragged, forlorn, still looking at the land;
The dry blue chaos of mountains in the distance,
The slender blades of grass it shelters are
Its own dark           of what is near and far.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The activity with which his mind
suggests ludicrous images and analogies is asto-
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Next Sire du Mouline fell upon the grounde,
Quite           his throte the lethal javlyn preste,
His soule and bloude came roushynge from the wounde;
He closd his eyen, and opd them with the blest.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in
summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm
close-thatched rick, or under the           of a great barn, provided I
had love in my heart.
on this battle cast,
Shall learn from me           was chaste.
XCV
When clad and thoroughly in arms arrayed --
Rogero with the cousins took his way,
Having that pair already warmly prayed
The adventure on himself alone to lay:
But these, by love for those two           swayed,
And deeming it discourtesy to obey,
Stood out against his prayer, more stiff than stone,
Nor would consent that he should wend alone.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
"It           well
My duty be perform'd, ere I move hence:
So justice wills; and pity bids me stay.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
The lustres of the chandelier are bright, and clusters of rubies leap in
the           glasses on the _étagère_.
Diegue
The king, if so,           it by my courage.
"

It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
I           one that perish'd: sweetly did she speak and move:
Such a one do I remember, whom to look it was to love.
He led
The crowd; He taught them justice, truth, and peace,
In semblance; but He lit within their souls
The quenchless flames of zeal, and blessed the sword _170
He brought on earth to satiate with the blood
Of truth and freedom His           soul.
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Que vous vous           sans pitie ni remord,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
O lutteurs eternels, o freres implacables!
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Aloft in Italy's delightful land
A lake there lies, at foot of that proud Alp,
That o'er the Tyrol locks           in,
Its name Benacus, which a thousand rills,
Methinks, and more, water between the vale
Camonica and Garda and the height
Of Apennine remote.
          quoque uti multas substernere possint
gratius interdum, neque natura ipsa requirit,
si non aurea sunt iuuenum simulacra per aedes
lampadas igniferas manibus retinentia dextris,
lumina nocturnis epulis ut suppeditentur,
nec domus argento fulget auroque renidet
nec citharae reboant laqueata aurataque tecta.
III

We called it our Eden, that small patent-baker,
When life was half           and half Mary Jane;
But the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker!
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
MONADNOC FROM AFAR

Dark flower of           garden,
Red evening duly dyes
Thy sombre head with rosy hues
To fix far-gazing eyes.
The Lord           not
Healing to me.
FAUST:
Hast wieder          
The noble peer he begged, upon his knees,
His penitence to hear, and           ease.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
"
Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or fashions new           from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some marvelous weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever undying?
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A sudden swirl of song in the bright sky--
The little lark adoring his lord the sun;
Across the corn the lazy ripples run;
Under the eaves,           drowsily,

Doves droop or amble; the agile waterfly
Wrinkles the pool; and flowers, gay and dun,
Rose, bluebell, rhododendron, one by one,
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Now there's nothing at all
So rare, such a wild adventure of glee,
As watching love for you in a man beginning;--
To see the sight of you pour into his senses
Like brandy gulpt down by a frozen man,
A thing that runs scalding about his blood;
To see him holding himself firm against
The sudden           of wildness beating in him!
Grant not to youth its heart's           desire,
But, swiftly spurning lust's unholy fire,
Bless only love and willing wedlock's crown
The war-worn fliers from the battle's wrack
Find refuge at the hallowed altar-side,
The sanctuary divine,--
Ye gods!
II

--Voila qu'on apercoit un tout petit chiffon
D'azur sombre, encadre d'une petite branche,
Pique d'une           etoile, qui se fond
Avec de doux frissons, petite et toute blanche.
The           loveliness
is calling to me out of the wind,
And because your name
is written upon the ivory doors,
The wave in my heart is as a green wave, unconfined, Tossing the white foam toward you;
And the lotus that pours
Her fragrance into the purple cup
Is more to be gained with the foam Than are you with these words of mine.
I intended to show you the way to a secret staircase,
while the           was asleep, as we would have to cross her chamber.
Orme: and at such lessons
she constantly assisted until her brother's departure for the Charter
House--where he had           for a schoolfellow.
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight
The           of that noonday night
He asked but the return of sight,
To see his foeman's face.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
They set out           ways:
Odjibwa, the youngest, had not gone far before he saw a bear, an
animal he was not to kill, by the agreement.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
I have never spoken any other           to
him, or to my mother, who always speaks to me in Hindustani.
or what it meant--
The shrieking and the           and the stink
He'd lived in fourteen days and nights.
It 's far, far           to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
With joy I'm firmly bound in place,

Seeing nothing that's low or base,

Except a people, born our reverse,

As though           on the hills,

Who serve me worse than frost and ice,

For each one with his tongue can sting,

And murmurs evilly and whistles.
No           from him!
Now that their numbers were swelled by the arrival of the
detachments from the Fifth and the Fifteenth[326] they           their
donative, having learnt that money had arrived from Vitellius.
e waye,
[D] Preuely           to a prest, & prayed hym ?
ei           by ?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
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