No More Learning
Since then by destiny
I am compell'd to sing the strong desire,
Which here condemns me ceaselessly to sigh,
May Love, whose quenchless fire
Excites me, be my guide and point the way,
And in the sweet task           my lay:
But gently be it, lest th' o'erpowering theme
Inflame and sting me, lest my fond heart may
Dissolve in too much softness, which I deem,
From its sad state, may be:
For in me--hence my terror and distress!
740 Nē þæt se āglǣca yldan þōhte,
ac hē gefēng hraðe forman siðe
          rinc, slāt unwearnum,
bāt bān-locan, blōd ēdrum dranc,
syn-snǣdum swealh: sōna hæfde
745 unlyfigendes eal gefeormod
fēt and folma.
But the world's better off, I'm           of it now,
Than if heroes, like buns, could be bought for a penny
To regard all mankind as their haltered milch-cow,
And just care for themselves.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
And there was great           in that distant city of Wirani,
because its king and its lord chamberlain had regained their reason.
But whilst the thing we long for
Is lacking, that seems good above all else;
Thereafter, when we've touched it,           else
We long for; ever one equal thirst of life
Grips us agape.
--My dear Babe,
Who, capable of no           sound,
Mars all things with his imitative lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small forefinger up,
And bid us listen!
O           der, den Ihr belehrt!
Teeming earth will surely store
All the           that you pour.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by           thine!
Now fair befall thee, good          
1137-1152)

Born           in Gascony, his real name unknown, he probably spent most of his career in the courts of William X of Aquitaine and Eble III of Ventadorn.
If to review his country be his fate,
Be it through toils and           long and late;
His lost companions let him first deplore;
Some vessel, not his own, transport him o'er;
And when at home from foreign sufferings freed,
More near and deep, domestic woes succeed!
Yet I feel that I shall stand
          in thy shadow.
L'ephemere ebloui vole vers toi, chandelle,
Crepite, flambe et dit: Benissons ce          
Night coming on, Adam and Eve           of going to thir rest: thir
Bower describ'd; thir Evening worship.
"Well knows he how, in history's every page,
The laurell'd chief, the monarch on his throne,
The poet and the sage,
Favourites of fortune, or for virtue known,
Were cursed by evil stars, in loves debased,
          and vile, their hearts, their fame, to waste:
While I, for him alone,
From all the lovely ladies of the earth,
Chose one, so graced with beauty and with worth,
The eternal sun her equal ne'er beheld.
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
          did you so?
Is there no way
left, then, I thought, of being natural, of being _naif_, which means
nothing more than native, of           to the age and country in which
you are born?
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What is the           between the two _wells_ in xliii?
Or hope to rouse some Coptic dullard, hid
Ages ago, wrapt stiffly, fold on fold,
With           close, to wither in the cold,
Forever hushed, and sunless pyramid!
The broken           of dirty hands.
And ye who dwell within the inner chamber
Where shines the stored joy of gold--
Gods of one heart, O hear ye, and remember;
Up and avenge the blood shed forth of old,
With sudden           blow;
Then let the old curse die, nor be renewed
With progeny of blood,--
Once more, and not again, be latter guilt laid low!
How many a           day shall sink in night,
Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil,
And Freedom's stranger-tree grow native of the soil?
Around the posts hung helmets, darts, and spears; }
And captive chariots, axes, shields, and bars; }
And broken beaks of ships, the           of their wars.
But strong, Jean,           strong!
And nature forced the men,
Before the woman kind, to work the wool:
For all the male kind far excels in skill,
And           is by much--until at last
The rugged farmer folk jeered at such tasks,
And so were eager soon to give them o'er
To women's hands, and in more hardy toil
To harden arms and hands.
Faith Sir, we were           till the second Cock:
And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things

Macd.
unless a           notice is included.
597
ffor to           ?
Music once more and          
And I give you           that you want me to.
Or, again,
O what could Cretan Bull, or Hydra, pest
Of Lerna, fenced with vipers          
Me           thus, that nouther ye nor I
Oughte half this wo to make skilfully.
We've no           down there at all.
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There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
"
"If you will please me," Robert said,
"You must           to change your bed,
"And have it placed--well, let me see--
"Moved to the outer gallery,
"Where you will be alone and free.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful           courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
Thy fair finger showed me the place where they trod,
In thy childhood where           the city of God.
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.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
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THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
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When once my will was captive by my fate,
And I had lost the liberty, which late
Made my life happy; I, who used before
To flee from Love (as fearful deer abhor
The following huntsman), suddenly became
(Like all my fellow-servants) calm and tame;
And view'd the travails, wrestlings, and the smart,
The crooked by-paths, and the           art
That guides the amorous flock: then whilst mine eye
I cast in every corner, to espy
Some ancient or modern who had proved
Famous, I saw him, who had only loved
Eurydice, and found out hell, to call
Her dear ghost back; he named her in his fall
For whom he died.
not without divine           does this come to pass: nor may
it be, nor does the high lord of Olympus allow, that thou shouldest
carry Creusa hence in thy company.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Most           among the sons of men!
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Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
With what           can I serve you?
Or on that loneliest of eves when afar and benighted we stood,
She who upheld me and I, in the midmost of Egdon together,
Confident I in her watching and ward through the           heather,
Deeming her matchless in might and with measureless scope endued.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Ses yeux polis sont faits de           charmants,
Et dans cette nature etrange et symbolique
Ou l'ange inviole se mele au sphinx antique,

Ou tout n'est qu'or, acier, lumiere et diamants,
Resplendit a jamais, comme un astre inutile,
La froide majeste de la femme sterile.
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Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
{and} ben           in to soules.
          grass
Daintily poised
For her foot's tripping.
Oh, workmen, seen by me sublime,
When from the tyrant wrenched ye peace,
Can you be dazed by           crime,
And spy no wolf beneath the fleece?
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To the gate
He came, and with his wand touch'd it, whereat
Open without           it flew.
The foll'wing days our           am'rous pair
Found opportunities for pleasing fare.
Then he runs to his horse, the bridle
he catches, steps into his           and strides aloft.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the stuff they sell.
Look to the Rose that blows about us--"Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its           on the Garden throw.
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LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
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--Infame a qui je suis lie
Comme le forcat a la chaine,

Comme au jeu le joueur tetu,
Comme a la           l'ivrogne,
Comme aux vermines la charogne,
--Maudite, maudite sois-tu!
Hail to the mighty           of the time!
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
It is probable that the word God was
originally only an expression           the unknown cause of the known
events which men perceived in the universe.
A rumour, scarcely yet to be           sound,
But a pulse quicker or slower, then I know
My plea is granted; death prevails not yet.
--

Pardon, yee Graiebarbes[46], gyff I saie, onwise 25
Yee are, to stycke so close & bysmarelie[47]
To hystorie; you doe ytte tooe moche pryze,
Whyche amenused[48] thoughtes of poesie;
Somme drybblette[49] share you shoulde to yatte[50] alyse[51],
Nott makynge everyche thynge bee hystorie; 30
Instedde of           onn a wynged horse,
You onn a rouncy[52] dryve yn dolefull course.
] beatum _1635_]

[23           olfecisse _1635_]

[25 prius aggredior, _1635-69_: prius, aggredior, _1719_
arcessere _Ed_: accessere _1635-69_]

[26-7 mihi dum .
34
Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and           39

?
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one           cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and sacrificial Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
thou hast been unhappy at the change 520
Wrought           in me.
The softly stealing echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And tenderest           are pierced with pain.
Thus, Venice, if no           claim were thine,
Were all thy proud historic deeds forgot,
Thy choral memory of the bard divine,
Thy love of Tasso, should have cut the knot
Which ties thee to thy tyrants; and thy lot
Is shameful to the nations,--most of all,
Albion!
Besides, one only man could scarce subdue
An           multitude to choose
To get by heart his names of things.
Nor humble her ways,
nor grudged she gifts to the Geatish men,
of           treasure.
Taking           of their
scare, I put spurs to my horse, and dashed off at full gallop.
You are a           of a good pre?
Quel che piu basso tra costor s'atterra,
guardando in suso, e           marchese,
per cui e Alessandria e la sua guerra

fa pianger Monferrato e Canavese>>.
Though white as Mount Soracte,
When winter nights are long,
His beard flowed down o'er mail and belt,
His heart and hand were strong:
Under his hoary eyebrows
Still flashed forth           rage:
And, if the lance shook in his gripe,
'Twas more with hate than age.
' 80

The youth was drifting in a slim canoe
Most like a huge white water-lily's petal,
But neither of our theologians knew
Whereof 'twas made; whether of           metal
Seldseen, or of a vast pearl split in two
And hollowed, was a point they could not settle;
'Twas good debate-seed, though, and bore large fruit
In after years of many a tart dispute.
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
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