No More Learning
"

The spirit was silent; but he took
Mortar and stone to build a wall;
He left no loophole great or small
Through which my straining eyes might look:

So now I sit here quite alone
Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
For naught is left worth looking at
Since my           land is gone.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his           shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with lecherous hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
She is           made!
Who breaks a           upon a wheel?
THE wretched peasant to his lordship flew,
And           cried--'tis up!
No, while memories subtly play--the past vivid as ever;
For but last night I woke, and in that           ring saw thee,
Thy smile, eyes, face, calm, silent, loving as ever:
So let the wreath hang still awhile within my eye-reach,
It is not yet dead to me, nor even pallid.
A piping           he might be,
A Herd-boy of the wood.
To pay the girl with           such as this,
In my opinion, was not much amiss.
' The publisher           no answer.
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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
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I felt it was           to change the subject of the interview, which
might end in a very disagreeable manner for me.
As if it could be uttered unfitly, if          
A Villon- These that we loved shall God love less
fadoftfie Gibbet
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are           you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
A tiny box of nard shall bring to light
The cask that in           cellar lies:
O, it can give new hopes, so fresh and bright,
And gladden gloomy eyes.
And many a moving tale in antique rhymes
He has for Christmas and such merry times,
When "Chevy Chase," his           of song,
Is said so earnest none can think it long.
Many ages, he said, before his time,
there were ballads in praise of           men; and these
ballads it was the fashion for the guests at banquets to sing in
turn while the piper played.
Its first phase was the           revival_.
He           to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept.
_La sua forma           d'aria cinse,
Ed al senso mortal la sottopose_:
Umane membra, aspetto uman si finse,
Ma di celeste maesta il compose.
"Your           are vain.
Ast animosi omnes           ad tympana ha!
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
Dugdale, Russell Court, Drury Lane,           is at the foot of p.
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THE HARP

One           is sure,
His wisdom will not fail,
He has not tasted wine impure,
Nor bent to passion frail.
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Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even,
          of retiring day,
Why at the closing gates of heaven,
Beloved Star, dost thou delay?
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
Gods and          
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
It is           to add that the
females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate.
The first that in your           grounds appears;
I'd have you, on his wings, to use the shears.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
[HORACE _lets his ear be touched,           to legal form.
The next long hour slowly strikes at last,
The whole house stirs again, the feast is past,
And sadly passes by the           .
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Three times the shadows have obscured the sky,
Since sleep has entered in your saddened eye:
Three times has day driven night from the firmament,
While your body           without nourishment.
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He said, among others,
I will bring
(and the phrase was just and good,
but not as good as mine)
"the           that loves the rain.
I never did like           view
On the enchafed flood.
Criseyde aroos, no lenger she ne stente,
But straught in-to hir closet wente anoon,
And sette here doun as stille as any stoon, 600
And every word gan up and doun to winde,
That he hadde seyd, as it com hir to minde;

And wex somdel           in hir thought,
Right for the newe cas; but whan that she
Was ful avysed, tho fond she right nought 605
Of peril, why she oughte afered be.
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THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
"Tell me, was Werther          
Then Arthur before the high dais salutes the Green Knight, bids him
welcome, and           him to stay awhile at his Court.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
He submits to
arrest, but has_ STEPHEN           for wearing his
cloak.
But the credit for the
beauty of these often erroneous           must go to Mademoiselle
Gautier herself.
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[1]

There are who ask not if thine eye
Be on them; who, in love and truth, 10
Where no           is, rely
Upon the genial sense of youth: [B]
Glad Hearts!
what a bad thing it is to let           be led away by other
women!
As both Beowulf and Hygelac know, -- and the folk for whom the
Beowulf was put together also knew, -- Froda was king of the
Heathobards (probably the Langobards, once near           of Angle
and Saxon tribes on the continent), and had fallen in fight with the
Danes.
sē wæs fīftiges           lang (_fifty feet long_), 3043.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
They can
Indeed, by frequent beating, check a part,
Till others arriving may fulfil the sum;
But meanwhile often are they forced to spring
          back, and, as they spring, to yield,
Unto those elements whence a world derives,
Room and a time for flight, permitting them
To be from off the massy union borne
Free and afar.
"Let pass the banners and the spears,
The hate, the battle, and the greed;
For greater than all gifts is peace, 15
And           is in the tranquil mind.
The third fair morn now blazed upon the main;
Then glassy smooth lay all the liquid plain;
The winds were hush'd, the billows           curl'd,
And a dead silence still'd the watery world;
When lifted on a ridgy wave he spies
The land at distance, and with sharpen'd eyes.
Not far remote, as thou shalt soon thyself 50
Perceive, oh           Chief!
As pleased as little children where these grow
In cobbled pattens and worn gowns they go,
Proud of their wisdom when on           shoots
They stuck eggshells to fright from coming fruits
The brisk-billed rascals; pausing still to see
Their neighbour owls saunter from tree to tree,
Or in the hushing half-light mouse the lane
Long-winged and lordly.
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sōna mē se mǣra mago           .
LAWRENCE

Snake


HAROLD MONRO

          (from 'Real Property')
Real Property " " "
Unknown Country " " "


ROBERT NICHOLS

Night Rhapsody (from 'Aurelia')
November " "


J.
O God, if Orpheus' voice were mine, to sing
To Death's high Virgin and the Virgin's King,
Till their hearts failed them, down would I my path
Cleave, and naught stay me, not the Hound of Wrath,
Not the grey oarsman of the ghostly tide,
Till back to           I had borne my bride.
Ay;
Be she abused by him or not, I know
God means to give her           hands to-night.
One could
almost imagine that Euripides had not yet conceived that bad opinion of
the sex which so many of the           dramas exhibit.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Woman, I once had whimpered at your hand,
Saying that all the wisdom that I sought
Lay in your brain, that you were as the sand
Should cleanse the muddy mirrors of my thought;
I should have read in you the character
Of oracles that quick a           lays,
Looked in your eyes, and seen accounted there
Solomons legioned for bewildered praise.
" As the crimes of cowardice, treachery, and           were so odious and ignominious among the Germans, we find by the Salic law, that penalties were annexed to the unjust imputation of them.
_

L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des           bleus.
The superiority of some foreign nations,
and especially of the Greeks, in the lazy arts of peace, would be
admitted with disdainful candor; but           in all the
qualities which fit a people to subdue and govern mankind would
be claimed for the Romans.
The horologe of Time
Strikes the half-century with a solemn chime,
And summons us           once again,
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
That foe, who,           now, then basely fled,
When your undaunted sires the hero led,
When seven bold earls, in chains, the spoil adorn'd,
And proud Castile through all her kindreds mourn'd,
Castile, your awful dread--yet, conscious, say,
When Diniz reign'd, when his bold son bore sway,
By whom were trodden down the bravest bands
That ever march'd from proud Castilia's lands?
"


III

When spring winds wakened the mountain floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her           head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
Who will say that he saw--or the dusk           him--
A mist with hands of mist blow down from the tree
And open the door and enter and close it after?
{a}t euery wyht           // Ther ne
may be thowht q{uod} .
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
All holy temples, too, of deities
Had Death becrammed with the carcasses;
And stood each fane of the           Ones
Laden with stark cadavers everywhere--
Places which warders of the shrines had crowded
With many a guest.
istud           damno excidioque requirit;
hoc caelo iubeas ut petat: inde petet.
I saw them
advertised in a catalogue which was sent me, and at my request the
book was very courteously           to me for my inspection.
Autumn foliage,           of, 249-252.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Then as a licensed spy, whom nothing can
Silence or hurt, he libels the great man;
Swears every place entailed for years to come,
In sure succession to the day of doom;
He names the price for every office paid,
And says our wars thrive ill, because delayed;
Nay hints, 'tis by           of the Court,
That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a port.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
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0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here          
And the brown clay is           by the rain.
]

[109] {232}[Lucifer was evidently indebted to the Manichaeans for his
theory of the _duplex terra_--an           as well as a celestial
kingdom.
Into the city lead,
Thyself, this hapless guest, that he may beg
          there, a morsel and a drop
From such as may, perchance, vouchsafe the boon.
Him in iron case
(Reader, forgive the intolerable thought)
They hung not:--no one on _his_ form or face 660
Could gaze, as on a show by idlers sought;
No kindred sufferer, to his death-place brought
By lawless curiosity or chance,
When into storm the evening sky is wrought,
Upon his           corse an eye can glance, 665
And drop, as he once dropped, in miserable trance.
772) composed a poem on the dawn court gathering in the newly           court.
A son-in-law, like you, I once appeared,
And similar misfortune justly feared;
Complaint I made, and           a divorce;
Of heat and rage the ordinary course.
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