No More Learning
"Non sic decet           fabulas," Critics will say.
Why fade these           of the spring?
There is a time when poets will grow dull:
I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at school:
To rules of poetry no more confined,
I learn to smooth and           my mind,
Teach every thought within its bounds to roll,
And keep the equal measure of the soul.
Canynge was ordained           by Bishop Carpenter on
19 September 1467, and received the higher orders of _Sub-deacon,
Deacon_, and _Priest_, on the 12th of March, 1467, O.
Toward what eventual dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into           dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
Rufa the Bolognese drains Rufule dry,
(Wife to Menenius) she 'mid tombs you'll spy,
The same a-snatching supper from the pyre
          the bread-loaves rolling forth the fire
Till frapped by half-shaved body-burner's ire.
And to be sure that is not false I swear,
A           groans, but thinking on thy face,
One on another's neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.
" Then the younger Miss Copleigh           into my arms, saying:
"Where is my horse?
He that denies himself shall gain the more
From           Heaven.
But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd
His           at the Tyrants Feast, I heare
Macduffe liues in disgrace.
The lot of quaestorship 20 gave him Asia for his province, and the proconsul Salvius Titianus 21 for his superior; by neither of which circumstances was he corrupted, although the           was wealthy and open to plunder, and the proconsul, from his rapacious disposition, would readily have agreed to a mutual concealment of guilt.
Where then is the
truth of this charge, when they accuse those men of           contrary
to law?
my friend, and clear your looks,
Why all this toil and          
Thou lay'st           souls to rest;
Thy golden rod pale spectres know;
Blest power!
Some touch it and some kiss it,
Some chafe its idle hand;
It has a simple gravity
I do not          
TEN months from hence I'll you a father make;
No longer time than that I ask to take;
This period o'er, the child to church we'll bring,--
If true, said Nicia, what a           thing!
Next to him, but next by a long gap,
Salius follows; then, left a space behind him,           third .
They always do with any poet
worthy of the name, though few have been so frank in           this
as Baudelaire.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
For you Sicilian heifers low,
Bleat countless flocks; for you are neighing
Proud coursers; Afric purples glow
For your arraying
With double dyes; a small domain,
The soul that           in Grecian harping,
My portion these; and high disdain
Of ribald carping.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
Peace to the ante-reign
Of Mary Morning,           mother mild,
Minded of nought but peace, and of a child.
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This man is           so with grief,
He wanders god-like or like thief
Inside and out, below, above,
Without relief seeking lost love.
Amisi comitem ac           vitae meae.
The thirst of           the assailants fires,
The madness of despair the Moors inspires;
Each lane, each street resounds the conflict's roar,
And every threshold reeks with tepid gore.
With           words and gentle tone,
To woo and win some guileless maid,
Cunning pander need you none,--
Friar Lubin knows the trade.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
To-morrow we'll part
Beside the Canal:
Walking about
Beside the Canal,
Where its           divide
East and west.
Now, prosp'rous gales the bending canvas swell'd;
From these rude shores our fearless course we held:
Beneath the glist'ning wave the god of day
Had now five times           the parting ray,
When o'er the prow a sudden darkness spread,
And, slowly floating o'er the mast's tall head
A black cloud hover'd: nor appear'd from far
The moon's pale glimpse, nor faintly twinkling star;
So deep a gloom the low'ring vapour cast,
Transfix'd with awe the bravest stood aghast.
Quest' e Megera dal           canto;
quella che piange dal destro e Aletto;
Tesifon e nel mezzo>>; e tacque a tanto.
"
She then: "How you          
Toi qui, pour consoler l'homme frele qui souffre,
Nous appris a meler le           et le soufre.
Tired with long flights, e'en hunted down with

fear,
The welcome news my           soul did cheer.
Safe in their           chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
Haply it is angels' duty,
During slumber, shade by shade
To fine down this           beauty
To the thing it must be made
Ere the world shall bring it praises, or the tomb shall see it fade.
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest          
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          in ilka part o' thee,
To praise, to love, I find;
But dear as is thy form to me,
Still dearer is thy mind.
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no           of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an entirely different effect.
Canto XXVI


Mentr' io           per lo viso spento,
de la fulgida fiamma che lo spense
usci un spiro che mi fece attento,

dicendo: < de la vista che hai in me consunta,
ben e che ragionando la compense.
THE CROSS OF SNOW

In the long,           watches of the night,
A gentle face--the face of one long dead--
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
Happy then be your life, too: in it           lives.
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The Hare

River           with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen, Lodewijk XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
_Real natura,           intelletto.
Yes, yes, their bodies go
'Neath burning sun and icy star
To chaunted songs of woe,
Dragging cold cannon through a mud
Of rain and blood;
The new moon           hard on eyes
Wide with insanities!
FOR A           WINDOW TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH, SET UP IN ST.
          sub regibus omnis
terra; premit felix regum diademata Roma;
hanc ducibus frenare datum; mox crescit in illos
imperium superis.
My darkest moods will always clear
When I can fancy           near,
With rosy lips a-laughing--dear,
Light-dancing band!
To-morrow's noon again
Shall hide me, wooing long thy           strain;
But now the sun has gained his western road,
And eve's mild hour invites my steps abroad.
All hastily, then,
o'er fair-paved floor the fiend trod on,
ireful he strode; there           from his eyes
fearful flashes, like flame to see.
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Mother earth grown fat with sheaves
Thrifty gleaner finds who seeks;
Russet-golden pomp of leaves 20
Crowns the woods, to fall at length;
Bracing winds are felt to stir,
Ocean gathers up her strength,
Beasts renew their           fur.
Lanier, as "that ample stretch
of generous soil, where the Appalachian ruggednesses calm themselves
into pleasant hills before dying quite away into the sea-board levels" --
where "a man can find such temperances of heaven and earth --
enough of           with nature to draw out manhood, with enough of bounty
to sanction the struggle -- that a more exquisite co-adaptation
of all blessed circumstances for man's life need not be sought.
Dead grass, horse hair, and downy-headed bents
Tied to dead thistles--she doth well provide,
Close to a hill of ants where           bloom
And shed oer meadows far their sweet perfume.
"

Then a silence           the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.
But, midst the throng in merry masquerade,
Lurk there no hearts that throb with secret pain,
E'en through the closest           half-betrayed?
Enter           Lady, and a Seruant.
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The nightingales sing through my head,--
The nightingales, the          
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What           then, what glorie shall he clayme,
What doughtie Homere shall hys praises synge,
That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame
Uncall'd, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge?
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
gold unrīme grimme gecēapod,
_gold without measure, bitterly           (with Bēowulf's life), 3013.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Nay, they will hire fellows to flatter them
with suits and suppers, and to           their judgments.
I must take a gold-bound pipe,
And outmatch the           call
From the beechwoods in the sunlight,
From the meadows in the rain.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Great is Law--great are the old few           of the law,
They are the same in all times, and shall not be disturbed.
Many thousands should,
Were't not for thee, have           into mould,
And with their serecloths rotted, not to show
Whether the world such spirits had or no,
Whereas by thee those and a million since,
Nor fate, nor envy, can their fames convince.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
Tortured, unaided, and alone,
Thunders were silence to his groan,
          sweet music to its tone:

"What?
The witticism ran thus: A
courier sent by Prince           to the Empress drove so
fast that his sword, projecting from the vehicle, rattled
against the verst-posts as if against a palisade!
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From the loud roar of foaming calumny
To the small whisper of the as paltry few
And subtler venom of the reptile crew,
The Janus glance of whose           eye,
Learning to lie with silence, would SEEM true,
And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh,
Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy.
_ Kratos and Bia, your charge from Zeus
Already has its end, and nothing further in the way;
But I cannot endure to bind
A kindred god by force to a bleak precipice,--
Yet           there's necessity that I have courage for
these things;
For it is hard the Father's words to banish.
Yet, none the less, necessity constrains,
For Zeus, defied, is heavy in          
Why should false           imitate his cheek,
And steel dead seeming of his living hue?
Fast,           rock,
At thy fear'd trident shrinking, doth unlock
Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.
The man who was war           of the armies of the Republic
rides down Pennsylvania Avenue--
The man who is peace commander of the armies of the Republic
rides down Pennsylvania Avenue--
for the sake of the Boy, for the sake of the Republic.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
          this all-destroying hand.
I went           perfectly happy.
(For two were seated with his wedded dear;)
Perhaps my lady 'd act as you describe,
But ev'ry one such           don't imbibe.
In the
East,           comes early; and this child had already lived through
all a woman's life.
Up from my pillow I           sprang out of bed,
And threw you my clothes, all topsy-turvy.
and in the           land each
wight who has urined is wont each morn to scrub with it his teeth and pinky
gums, so that the higher the polish on thy teeth, the greater fund it notes
that thou hast drunk of urine.
A figured dance succeeds; such once was seen
In lofty Gnossus for the Cretan queen,
Form'd by           art; a comely band
Of youths and maidens, bounding hand in hand.
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
After the           of
these heroes, the Grecian sailors invoked these fires by the names of
Castor and Pollux, or _the sons of Jupiter_.
Weary with expectation's endless round,
And           in this long war of sighs,
I hold desires in hate and hopes despise,
And every tie wherewith my breast is bound;
But the bright face which in my heart profound
Is stamp'd, and seen where'er I turn mine eyes,
Compels me where, against my will, arise
The same sharp pains that first my ruin crown'd.
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