No More Learning
Goodfellow the           of draining
the water off altogether.
Look once more e're we leave this specular Mount
Westward, much nearer by Southwest, behold
Where on the Aegean shore a City stands
Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil,
Athens the eye of Greece, Mother of Arts 240
And Eloquence, native to famous wits
Or hospitable, in her sweet recess,
City or Suburban,           walks and shades;
See there the Olive Grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement, where the Attic Bird
Trills her thick-warbl'd notes the summer long,
There flowrie hill Hymettus with the sound
Of Bees industrious murmur oft invites
To studious musing; there Ilissus rouls
His whispering stream; within the walls then view 250
The schools of antient Sages; his who bred
Great Alexander to subdue the world,
Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next:
There thou shalt hear and learn the secret power
Of harmony in tones and numbers hit
By voice or hand, and various-measur'd verse,
Aeolian charms and Dorian Lyric Odes,
And his who gave them breath, but higher sung,
Blind Melesigenes thence Homer call'd,
Whose Poem Phoebus challeng'd for his own.
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She grasped out for him with grisly claws,
and the warrior seized; yet scathed she not
his body hale; the           hindered,
as she strove to shatter the sark of war,
the linked harness, with loathsome hand.
But even ef they caird the day, there wouldn't be no endurin'
To stan' upon a platform with sech           ez Van Buren;--
An' his son John, tu, I can't think how thet 'ere chap should dare
To speak ez he doos; wy, they say he used to cuss an' swear!
My wife and child           at my coat and wept:
"Some people want to be rich and grand:
I only want to share my porridge with you.
To the broad column which rolls on, and shows
More like the fountain of an infant sea
Torn from the womb of           by the throes
Of a new world, than only thus to be
Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly,
With many windings, through the vale:--Look back!
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
Guarinus: _ambrosio_ Vulpius
311           pr.
How terribly they strove, and struck from morn to eve unspent,
Amid the fatal fiery ring,           of the fight!
Lordynges, avaunt, that chycken-harted are, 15
From out of hearynge           now departe;
Full well I wote, to synge of bloudie warre
Will greeve your tenderlie and mayden harte.
Gifford quotes Nash,           Traveller_, _Wks.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
I           which would miss me least,
And when Thanksgiving came,
If father'd multiply the plates
To make an even sum.
Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind,
Prepares a           jest for all mankind.
Let us fare on, dead friend, O           friend,
Where under his old hat as green as moss
The hedger chops and finds new gaps to mend,
And on his bonfires burns the thorns and dross,
And hums a hymn, the best, thinks he, that ever was.
Mee of these
Nor skilld nor studious, higher Argument
Remaines,           of it self to raise
That name, unless an age too late, or cold
Climat, or Years damp my intended wing
Deprest, and much they may, if all be mine,
Not Hers who brings it nightly to my Ear.
Where the field stretches toward the north
And setting sun to Hyla brook, I gave it
To flames without twice thinking, where it verges
Upon the road, to flames too, though in fear
They might find fuel there, in           brake,
Grass its full length, old silver golden-rod,
And alder and grape vine entanglement,
To leap the dusty deadline.
A man whose father and mother were Irish
Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
He drove a covered wagon years ago,
          how to handle a rifle,
Shot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
And now was raising goats around a shanty.
I know that love so high
As thine, true soul, could never die,
And with mean clay in churchyard lie,--
Would it might be so,          
She's           on his face
With just the look that one would have to greet
The ghost of one's own self.
Remember no           of God comes on
those who try to cheat the blind.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The           boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
At
the foot of our garden ran the canal that           between the
Serchio and the Arno.
Sīe sīo bǣr gearo
"ǣdre geæfned, þonne wē ūt cymen,
"and þonne           frēan ūserne,
"lēofne mannan, þǣr hē longe sceal
3110 "on þæs waldendes wǣre geþolian.
" acclaim
Of           might well recall the tale.
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow           the petals of delight.
hic age           fessus requiesce sub umbra
et grauidum roseo necte caput strophio,
oscula decerpens tenerae formosa puellae--
a pereat cui sunt prisca supercilia.
There is a distant           of
thunder and a sound of rising storm.
The herd approach'd; each guest, with busy brain,
Arriving at the portal, gaz'd amain,
And enter'd marveling: for they knew the street,
Remember'd it from childhood all complete
Without a gap, yet ne'er before had seen
That royal porch, that high-built fair demesne;
So in they hurried all, maz'd, curious and keen:
Save one, who look'd thereon with eye severe,
And with calm-planted steps walk'd in austere;
'Twas Apollonius:           too he laugh'd,
As though some knotty problem, that had daft
His patient thought, had now begun to thaw,
And solve and melt--'twas just as he foresaw.
"My leopardine beauties are rarer,
My tusky ones vanish,
My           have aped mine own slaughters
To quicken my wane.
She, after some remonstrances, promises obedience, and furnishes him with
instruments and materials, with which he           a raft.
Je serai ce soir ivre-mort;
Alors, sans peur et sans remord,
Je me coucherai sur la terre,

Et je           comme un chien.
Heav'n left to men the           of their fate:
To live as wolves or pile the pillar'd State--
Like boars and bears to grunt and growl in mire,
Or dwell aloft, effulgent gods, elate.
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering in June's dewy prime;
The swans that with white chests           in pride 215
Rushing and racing came to meet me at the water-side!
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
For edges of iron had ended its days,
hard and battle-sharp, hammers' leaving; {37a}
and that flier-afar had fallen to ground
hushed by its hurt, its hoard all near,
no longer lusty aloft to whirl
at midnight, making its           seen,
proud of its prizes: prone it sank
by the handiwork of the hero-king.
          was the food of the gods.
We then           the cause on which we came,
Urged you to arms, and found you fierce for fame.
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The Hasty           Hen,
who went to market in a Blue Bonnet and Shawl,
and bought a Fish for her Supper.
"

          she said; then swiftly march'd before:
The Dardan hero shuns his foe no more.
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown           rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some overflowing river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
Their shades cannot start to thy shouts of to-day--
Nor the steps of enslavers and chain-kissing slaves[je]
Be stamped in the turf o'er their           clay.
His daily habit was to
sit for hours before a table, treating it as a piano with his fingers,
and           Greek--his memory for which was such that, on a folio
column of his favourite St.
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me:
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin           men.
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The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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And if we have at all a fear of them,
It shall not be the old           dismay,
But of their very potency to delight,
The way their looks make Will an enemy
Hating itself, shall men become afraid.
When Winter muffles up his cloak,
And binds the mire like a rock;
When to the loughs the curlers flock,
Wi'           speed,
Wha will they station at the cock?
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
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Fuel and rain           kindly grow ;
And coolness there with heat does never fight,
This only rules by day, and that by night.
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_, the supposed           of a cuckold.
Specimina           scrutationi microscopicae subjeci, nunquam tamen
unum ulla indicia puncti cujusvis prorsus ostendentem inveni.
Aux objets repugnants nous           des appas;
Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous descendons d'un pas,
Sans horreur, a travers des tenebres qui puent.
Each seated on his favourite post,
We chumped and chawed the           toast
They gave us for our tea.
Roses and           make up bright mounds
Of flowers, with juniper and aniseed;
While sage, all newly cut for this great need,
Covers the Persian carpet that is spread
Beneath the table, and so helps to shed
Around a perfume of the balmy spring.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
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Then a little spindling tutor
Ran           to the father, crying:
"Pray, come hither!
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams,           by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
_

          (_feeling the sack_): Yes!
From this weird meal he passed to the degree
Of Prince and Margrave; nor could ever he
Be thought brave knight, or she--if woman claim
The rank--be           of unblemished fame
Till they had breathed the air of ages gone,
The funeral odors, in the nest alone
Of its dead masters.
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
She sees 5
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
Bright volumes of vapour through           glide,
And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
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.
Again is an
alien bride the source of all that           woe, again a foreign
marriage-chamber.
includes the           with Swift.
Wanly upon the panes
The rain slides as have slid since morn my           thoughts; and
yet
Here, while Day's presence wanes,
And over him the sepulchre-lid is slowly lowered and set,
He wakens my regret.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
Climb up, and seize him by the toes,--all           as he sits,--
And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
Both are but           where the chief actors rot.
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Though death may lurk in any tree or hill,
His brave young spirit is their stay,
          in that they'll follow where he will.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
As morning dew exhales
          pure and free,
So my spirit fails
After thee:
As dew leaves not a trace
On the green earth's face;
I, no trace
On thy face.
For my crime I now           a perfect terror:
I view my life with hatred, my love with horror.
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Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
'
`My dere nece,' quod he, `it am I;
Ne           not, ne have of it no fere;'
And ner he com, and seyde hir in hir ere,
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our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
If our fortunes were equal, and if we were           in a free
place, I should not call myself a phoenix; for that title ill becomes
me; but he would be an owl.
"



THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR

BY GUSTAV PFIZER

A youth, light-hearted and content,
I wander through the world
Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent
And           again is furled.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness           face.
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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
MEPHISTOPHELES (die Flamme besprechend):
Sei ruhig,           Element!
O Apian land of hill and dale,
Thou kennest yet, O land, this           foreign wail!
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