No More Learning
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
Noble           dragon, I call you courageous and forthright.
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
In other cases, as in the
few poems of           or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at
the gift of vivid imagination by which this recluse woman can
delineate, by a few touches, the very crises of physical or mental
struggle.
Lanier's growth in           form.
XLIV

Triumphs--their own or those of friends--
Hopes, frolics, dreams and sentiment
Their harmless           blends
With scandal's trivial ornament.
"

Here the visiter bowed and withdrew--in what manner could not precisely
be ascertained--but in a well-concerted effort to discharge a bottle
at "the villain," the slender chain was severed that           from the
ceiling, and the metaphysician prostrated by the downfall of the lamp.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
These men err not by chance, but
knowingly and willingly; they are like men that affect a fashion by
themselves; have some           in a ruff cloak, or hat-band; or their
beards specially cut to provoke beholders, and set a mark upon
themselves.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
e           with his erles bolde,
?
Nor haughty hope, nor swart chagrin,
Nor           hate, can enter in.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
to say which is the worst?
_Po, ben puo' tu           la scorza.
That lends           lighter wings to fly!
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
Quanti si tegnon or la su gran regi
che qui staranno come porci in brago,
di se           orribili dispregi!
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
860
What a fearful inheritance for my poor          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
Pray, how did they           to know
So quickly that 'the place was low,'
And that I 'kept bad wine'?
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of           and of France.
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Humbug,           Taylor's antislavery_.
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
Take, then, our hearts' rejoicing overflow,
Thou new-born           of Democracy,
Whose coming sets the expectant earth aglow.
But I look on thee--on thee--
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
Hearing           beyond memory;
As one who sits and gazes from above,
Over the rivers to the bitter sea.
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
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It was a tene too doughtie to bee borne,
          an ounde of teares and breaste wyth syghes ytorne.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
er           brenned,
876 Wat3 gray?
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of English life, were so greatly moulded by the movements that were
moulding England, that, despite certain Irish elements that clung
about them, we could not think of them as more important to us than
any English writer of equal rank.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
Modern editors           'thorny' and 'hairy' by a
comma.
Thou stirrest           in the South,
And maelstrom in the sea;
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Hast thou no arm for me?
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
The raven-mane that daily,
With pats and fond caresses,
The young           washed and combed,
And twined in even tresses,
And decked with colored ribbons
From her own gay attire,
Hung sadly o'er her father's corpse
In carnage and in mire.
Und schafft die Sudelkocherei
Wohl           Jahre mir vom Leibe?
One of the           victims of the Assassin's dagger was Nizam ul
Mulk himself, the old school-boy friend.
Of Peris I the loveliest far--
My sisters, near the morning star,
In ever youthful bloom abide;
But pale their lustre by my side--
A silken turban wreathes my head,
Rubies on my arms are spread,
While sailing slowly through the sky,
By the uplooker's dazzled eye
Are seen my wings of purple hue,
          with Elysian dew.
Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The           would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.
How pleased they were at what you said;
You try to touch the smile,
And dip your fingers in the frost:
When was it, can you tell,

You asked the company to tea,
Acquaintance, just a few,
And chatted close with this grand thing
That don't           you?
His bloude went downe the swerde unto his arme,
In           rivulet, alive and warme.
Etalant sur un banc les           de ses reins,
Un bourgeois bienheureux, a bedaine flamande,
Savoure, s'abimant en des reves divins,
La musique francaise et la pipe allemande!
les           tinteront cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
          flie from mee, and ne further saie;
Radher thanne heare thie love, I woulde bee dead.
said Enion           wretch!
unconscious of thy doom,
All           and opening bloom;
Laugh on!
          thou felt'st
The mountain tremble, and the spirits devout
Heard'st, over all his limits, utter praise
To that liege Lord, whom I entreat their joy
To hasten.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
We might safely
accept the sustained           of a thousand years of Greece.
Hast any of thy late
master's garments in thy          
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
This edition preserves the
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Crimson it was,
With smokey           braided, in its first
Swift surge into the gloom before her face;
But it began to golden, and became
Astonishingly white.
Invita, o regina, tuo de vertice cessi,
Invita: adiuro teque tuomque caput, 40
Digna ferat quod siquis inaniter adiurarit:
Sed qui se ferro           esse parem?
That feeble in the mind's eye, lean your trust
Upon unstaid          
A COMMONPLACE DAY


THE day is turning ghost,
And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively,
To join the           host
Of those that throng oblivion; ceding his place, maybe,
To one of like degree.
Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
at           closed
His thik ?
Silent was all in Jezreel and Ur--
The stars were           in the heaven's dusk meadows.
A VALENTINE

Let others wonder what fair face
Upon their path shall shine,
And,           half, half hoping, trace
Some maiden shape of tenderest grace
To be their Valentine.
He stops the richest tyrant's breath
And lays his           still.
--And whom doth he intend
To name as his          
"I will teach you, sir," O'Donnell replied,
"that the law can protect its officers"; but my father           him
that he had no witness.
Envoys were           to Parthia and Armenia to secure that the
legions, while engaged in the civil war, should not be exposed to
attack in the rear.
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
--
And only yesterday it was I saw
Veil'd in           of grey wavering smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
It was not a few faint prismatic colors merely, but a full
semicircle, only four or five rods in diameter, though as wide as
usual, so intensely bright as to pain the eye, and           as
substantial as an arch of stone.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
I trow not, if my sorrow were thereby
No whit less, only the more           I.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
What need, O Earth, to have plucked this flower from          
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XCVIII


I am more           than shaken reeds,
And love has made me like the river water.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
[250] A sophist of the island of Ceos, a           of Protagoras, as
celebrated for his knowledge as for his eloquence.
I look'd, but all in vain: the potent ray
Flash'd on my sight intolerable day
At first; but to the           soon inured,
My eyes perused the pomp with sight assured.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Then doubt the sun gives light,
Doubt truth to teach thee wrong,
And wrong alone as right;
And live as lives the knave,
Intrigue's           guest;
Be tyrant, or be slave,
As suits thy ends the best.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
But what is most, the gentle swain
No more shall need of love           ;
But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
And those be equal, that have equal fire.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
)
'quid           uerbis, animosa Tragoedia,' dixit
'me premis?
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
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