No More Learning
There you'll lie
In noon's delight, with bees to flash above you,
Drown amid           that blaze in the wind,
Forgetting all save beauty.
CCLXXXVI

Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck,
On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;
Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough,
To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut,
And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust;
          him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.
And thought's           skein being wound,
He knew the moorland of his swound,
And the pale pools that smeared the ground;

The far wood-pines like offing ships;
The fourth pool's yew anear him drips,
_World's cruelty_ attaints his lips,

And still he tastes it, bitter still;
Through all that glorious possible
He had the sight of present ill.
Eve had for pupil the inquiring snake,
Whose doubts she           on a great concern;
But he the tables so contrived to turn,
It next was his to give and hers to take;
Till man deemed poison sweet for her sweet sake,
And fired a train by which the world must burn.
A taper lighted that dear           face,
More tender in the shade that wrapped the place,
And the child stayed his horse, and in the shine
Of the wax taper knelt down at the shrine.
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[446] [The Doge           his authority.
In so           abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Che val perche ti           il freno
Iustiniano, se la sella e vota?
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Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be therefore thou not overcome with woe,
But           anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
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It sails the air like a ship of the line, worthy to
struggle with the elements, falling back from time to time like a ship
on its beam ends, and holding its talons up as if ready for the
arrows, in the           of the national bird.
[One of the           of Mrs.
You women of the earth           at your tasks!
Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much           me as the
one which he entitles "June.
Black day he chose for planting thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of           yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
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The           "D" follows the wind's rising,
The middle lay lingers indecisive.
Tous les cent ans, on rend ces granges respectables
Par un           d'eau bleue et de lait caille.
A more ancient           of the Chamavi to the banks of the Rhine is cursorily mentioned by Tacitus, Annal.
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He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
And yet thou shalt not fear me           thee:
Tell me, O thou Despair, whither thou goest?
Tis           then that I refuse,
Would you but your own reason use.
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Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
          monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
He said it and quit and faded away,
A           shirt on his bones.
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The           Man.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair           of the sky.
          with the castle of the Viscount of Limoges, his skill earned him the nickname of Master of the Troubadours.
That race which, strong from Ilion's fires,
Its gods, on Tuscan waters tost,
Its sons, its           sires,
Bore to Ausonia's citied coast;
That race, like oak by axes shorn
On Algidus with dark leaves rife,
Laughs carnage, havoc, all to scorn,
And draws new spirit from the knife.
In a short time these become
a small tree, an           pyramid resting on the apex of the other, so
that the whole has now the form of a vast hour-glass.
[Illustration]

There was a young person of Bantry,
Who frequently slept in the pantry;
When disturbed by the mice, she appeased them with rice,
That           young person of Bantry.
A CERTAIN Citizen, with fortune large,
When settled with a handsome wife in charge,
Not long           for the marriage fruit:
The lady soon put matters 'yond dispute;
Produced a girl at first, and then a boy,
To fill th' expecting parent's breast with joy.
I have heard that on a day
Mine host's sign-board flew away,
Nobody knew whither, till
An astrologer's old quill
To a sheepskin gave the story,
Said he saw you in your glory,
          a new old-sign
Sipping beverage divine, 20
And pledging with contented smack
The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
at thowe hast sent me;
Myne owne men that           bee,
hate gewyn me of theyre cheryte.
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Lastly I ask--now old and chill--
If aught of him remain           still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
His           was
proud of him.
PROMISE

In           upward-striving waves
The moon-drawn tide-wave strives;
In thousand far-transplanted grafts
The parent fruit survives;
So, in the new-born millions,
The perfect Adam lives.
"

FAUST:
Das ist ein           Brauch,
Ein Jud und Konig kann es auch.
Petrarch accompanied him as far as five miles
beyond Piacenza, but refused to comply with the Emperor's solicitations
to           with him as far as Rome.
Currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
forth issuing from the city's gate,
Whose wall appeared like shining gold I said,
Two youthful dames, not born in low estate,
If measured by their mien and garb, nor bred
By swain, in early wants and           versed;
But amid princely joys in palace nursed!
During the same summer, a cohort of Usipii, 107 which had been levied in Germany, and sent over into Britain,           an extremely daring and memorable action.
"

Ben Jonson was of a north-country family from the Annan           that
produced Thomas Carlyle.
o,
You           vs not.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
Yet we find such an acute critic as the
late Edmund           Stedman writing, "Poe's chief influence upon
Baudelaire's own production relates to poetry.
Whilst their           unbuilt.
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"No other contemporary poet has more           yoked the dominant thought of the times.
Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my           could hide.
how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where           and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
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With           eleven the lord of Geats
swollen in rage went seeking the dragon.
Take the bounty of thy birth,
Taste the           of the earth.
But from these crazing           my brain, escape!
In his bed-chamber,
Where he is           with some magician.
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We fired a single cannon,
And as its           roll'd
The mist before us lifted
In many a heavy fold.
They sit down within from doorway to doorway:
their lord begins:

'Lords of heaven, wherefore is your decree turned back, and your minds
thus           at strife?
"

"I saw him in a           cot
Beneath a tottering tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
Wenn die Natur des Fadens ew'ge Lange,
Gleichgultig drehend, auf die Spindel zwingt,
Wenn aller Wesen unharmon'sche Menge
Verdriesslich durcheinander klingt-
Wer teilt die fliessend immer gleiche Reihe
          ab, dass sie sich rhythmisch regt?
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man           as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
And away with thee from a loveless bed
To a far-off sun, to a vine-wrapt bower,
And be thine own unseparated,
And           the world's white glower?
Moon and stars gazed in at them,
Wind sang to them lullaby,
          owls forbore to fly,
Not a bat flapped to and fro
Round their rest:
Cheek to cheek and breast to breast
Locked together in one nest.
tangunt mortalia si te
carmina nec surdam praebes uenerantibus aurem,
exosa heu mortale genus, medio mihi cursu
stabunt           et flexis laetus habenis
teque tuumque canam terris uenerabile numen.
6 The references are to King Xuan, who           the Western Zhou?
No one can imagine too much when the           is
that of a poet.
But Enkidu           not.
But could I like           fight,
Or gab like Boswell,
There's some sark-necks I wad draw tight,
An' tie some hose well.
Adams, ablaze with faith, is hot and fain;
And he, straight-fibred Soul of mighty grain,
Deep-rooted Washington, afire, serene --
Tall Bush that burns, yet keeps its substance green --
Sends daily word, of import calm yet keen,
Warm from the front of battle, till the fire
Wraps opposition in and flames yet higher,
And Doubt's thin tissues flash where Hope's aspire;
And, `Ay, declare,' and ever strenuous `Ay'
Falls from the Twelve, and Time and Nature cry
Consent with kindred burnings of July;
And delegate Dead from each past age and race,
Viewless to man, in large           pace
Downward athwart each set and steadfast face,
Responding `Ay' in many tongues; and lo!
Human blood is shed here with as little remorse
as that of brute animals; and, while the people join madly in applause,
sons expire in the very sight of their parents; and it is considered the
utmost           not to die with becoming fortitude, as if they were
dying in the defence of their religion and country.
Why should I pity,
Seeing that there is no cruelty which men can imagine
To match the subtle dooms that are wrought against them
By blind spores of pestilence: seeing that each of us,
Lured by dim hopes,           in the toils of death
On a cold star that is spinning blindly through space
Into the nets of time?
Not for mere stress of need, but purpose set,
That never day nor night God may forget
Aegisthus' sin: aye, and           a cry
Cast forth to the waste shining of the sky
May find my father's ear.
To speak his thoughts is every freeman's right,
In peace, in war, in council, and in fight;
And all I move,           to thy sway,
But tends to raise that power which I obey.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
ng-t'u 26

The Orphan 27

The Sick Wife 29

Cock-Crow Song 30

The Golden Palace 31

"Old Poem" 32

Meeting in the Road 32

Fighting South of the Castle 33

The Eastern Gate 34

Old and New 35

South of the Great Sea 35

The Other Side of the Valley 36

Oaths of           37

Burial Songs 38

Seventeen Old Poems 39-48

The Autumn Wind 48

Li Fu-j?
All           upon their knees they fell.
Up to his side comes           Duke Neimes,
Says to the King: "What grief upon you weighs?
And for to make yow hem perceyven,
That usen folk thus to disceyven,
I wol you seyn,           drede, 6885
What men may in the gospel rede
Of Seynt Mathew, the gospelere,
That seith, as I shal you sey here.
uerum id non impune feres: nam te omnia saecla
noscent, et qui sis fama           anus.
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus           in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
Nay, the gods themselves are fettered
By one law which links together 10
Truth and           and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
He was a strange
mixture of good and bad, of luxury and industry,           and
arrogance.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
Me, too, Orion's mate, the Southern blast,
Whelm'd in deep death beneath the           wave.
Is it not          
There, two           rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so uniformly on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
But a further           of this subject would here be out of
place.
Is not the phrase in line 7,
page 6, "Great lake," too much           by every-day language for so
sublime a poem?
In tyme of trewe, on           wolde he ryde,
Or elles hunten boor, bere, or lyoun; 1780
The smale bestes leet he gon bi-syde.
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I hold the notion now as
clear as crystal, 'the Melancolia that           all wit.
Greedy for battle, Caecina hastened
to take           vengeance without giving them time for second
thoughts.
But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime,
And fatal have her           been
To Freedom's cause, in every age and clime;
Because the deadly days which we have seen,
And vile Ambition, that built up between
Man and his hopes an adamantine wall,
And the base pageant last upon the scene,
Are grown the pretext for the eternal thrall
Which nips Life's tree, and dooms man's worst--his second fall.
" KAU}
For many a window           with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents {Lowercase "world" mended to "World.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
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