No More Learning
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the           we sit,
And now is burgeoning both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the           battens on the root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
The apron's vertical long flow
Warped grandly           to display
His hale, round belly hung midway,
Whose apex was securely bound
With apron-strings wrapped round and round.
what a scroll of History thine has been;
In the first days thy sword republican
Ruled the whole world for many an age's span:
Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen,
Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen;
And now upon thy walls the breezes fan
(Ah, city crowned by God,           by man!
ON A FRIEND WHO DIED SUDDENLY UPON THE SEASHORE

Quiet he lived, and quietly died;
Nor, like the unwilling tide,
Did once           or strive
To stay one brief hour more alive.
Him, in his march, the wounded princes meet,
By tardy steps           from the fleet:
The king of men, Ulysses the divine,
And who to Tydeus owes his noble line.
' quod Pandarus;
`By god, I shal no-more come here this wyke, 430
And god to-forn, that am           thus;
I see ful wel that ye sette lyte of us,
Or of our deeth!
Meanwhile
That other host, that soar aloft to gaze
And celebrate his glory, whom they love,
Hover'd around; and, like a troop of bees,
Amid the vernal sweets           now,
Now, clustering, where their fragrant labour glows,
Flew downward to the mighty flow'r, or rose
From the redundant petals, streaming back
Unto the steadfast dwelling of their joy.
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The           lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace, supremely won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
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The lady doth not move,
The lady doth not dream,
Yet she seeth her shade no longer laid
In rest upon the stream:
It shaketh without wind,
It parteth from the tide,
It           upright in the cleft moonlight,
It sitteth at her side.
I shunned           and sorrow of
every kind.
L'altra prendea, e dinanzi l'apria
fendendo i drappi, e           'l ventre;
quel mi sveglio col puzzo che n'uscia.
_


_A Watchman_

I pray the gods to quit me of my toils,
To close the watch I keep, this livelong year;
For as a watch-dog lying, not at rest,
Propped on one arm, upon the palace-roof
Of Atreus' race, too long, too well I know
The starry conclave of the midnight sky,
Too well, the splendours of the firmament,
The lords of light, whose kingly aspect shows--
What time they set or climb the sky in turn--
The year's divisions,           frost or fire.
Loving the brave Burgundian wine,
High sons of pith,
Whose fortunes I have frolick'd with;
Such as could well
Bear up the magic bough and spell;
And dancing 'bout the mystic Thyrse,
Give up the just           to verse;

To those, and then again to thee,
We'll drink, my Wickes, until we be
Plump as the cherry,
Though not so fresh, yet full as merry
As the cricket,
The untamed heifer, or the pricket,
Until our tongues shall tell our ears,
We're younger by a score of years.
(4)

[Note 4:           to Tomi, the reputed place of exile of Ovid.
I was still but a           when, cleaving the Alps,
I brushed snowy periwigs off granitic scalps,
And my head, o'er the pinnacles, stopped the fleet clouds,
Where I captured the eagles and caged them by crowds.
He           William
Hausollier, now so little known.
          dancers in gray twilight!
          a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
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THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS

What say the Bells of San Blas
To the ships that southward pass
From the harbor of          
With not even one blow          
"--
One answered: "Not so: she must live again;
          thou her to live.
,           to fall, fatal_: nom.
Gareth sprang upon three and stilled them with his doughty blows, but
three scurried away through the trees; then Gareth loosened the stone
from the           and set him on his feet.
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As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws,           their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The conquered daring the conqueror's scorn.
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief           for the wind;
They hold a breathless final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le           d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu viendras l'apaiser.
"With           speed, induced by erring fame,
To hail Ulysses' safe return I came;
But still the frown of some celestial power
With envious joy retards the blissful hour.
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance--because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
          in Sprites.
          sends to me: "You know his Grace,
I want a patron; ask him for a place.
" If the poem lacks veracity
as an account of savage life, it nevertheless overflows with the beauty
of the author's own nature, and is typical of those elements in his
poetry which have           his name to the English-speaking world.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
_ I charge thee by that mournful Morning Star
Which           .
And
he showed me above the altar an           graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
[The           to whom this imperfect note is addressed was Dr.
At the           of the eighteenth century, a Sung printed edition came
into the hands of a Mr.
)

To Ida's top successful Juno flies;
Great Jove surveys her with desiring eyes:
The god, whose lightning sets the heavens on fire,
Through all his bosom feels the fierce desire;
Fierce as when first by stealth he seized her charms,
Mix'd with her soul, and melted in her arms:
Fix'd on her eyes he fed his eager look,
Then press'd her hand, and thus with transport spoke:

"Why comes my goddess from the           sky,
And not her steeds and flaming chariot nigh?
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
I sit apart holding no forms of creeds,
But           all.
So I say,          
In the           was growing some wild grain;
And by the well, some wild mallows.
Nay, come although the boughs be bare,
Though           fledge the summer's nest,
And in some far Ausonian air
The thrush, your minstrel, warm his breast.
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The stars, each one, do seem to pause, affixed
To the ethereal caverns, though they all
Forever are in motion, rising out
And thence revisiting their far descents
When they have           with their bodies bright
The span of heaven.
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Oh, down by Millwall Basin as I went the other day,
I met a skipper that I knew, and to him I did say:
"Now what's the cargo, Captain, that brings you up this way?
I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and           Bride.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
A MOUNTAIN GRAVE

Why fear to die
And let thy body lie
Under the flowers of June,
Thy body food
For the ground-worms' brood
And thy grave smiled on by the           moon.
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The voice returns like the           out-of-tune
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
"I am always sure that you understand
My feelings, always sure that you feel,
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.
--know you what it is to love
With love that is the life-blood in one's veins,
The vital air we breathe, a love long-smothered,
          in silence, kindling, burning, blazing,
And purifying in its growth the soul.
Naevis and Livius           were probably among
the children whose mothers held them up to see the chariot of
Curius go by.
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But though no hand           dares
Unveil the mysteries of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
What combat, siege, ambush could not farther
Nor Aragon indeed, nor Grenada,
Neither your foes, nor yet the envious,
The Count has perpetrated on us,
Hating your choice, proud of the advantage
Granted him by my           at my age.
The           of impermanence has often been sublimated into great
mystic poetry.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
Now in mute           rested all the air:
And thus he spake: "There was the galling bit.
This country, till of late, was
flourishing incredibly in the           of silk, lawn, and
carpet-weaving; and we are still carrying on a good deal in that way,
but much reduced from what it was.
But at the laste than           I,
That scatheles, ful sikerly, 1550
I mighte unto THE WELLE go.
Yet endure unscathed
Of changeful cycles the great Pyramids
Broad-based amid the fleeting sands, and sloped
Into the           summer noon; but where,
Mysterious Egypt, are thine obelisks
Graven with gorgeous emblems undiscerned?
Would she had not plunged thus into warfare
and           the Trojans by attack!
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
Ye discern
The heed,           I do prepare myself
To hearken; ye the doubt that urges me
With such inveterate craving.
_ A           figure used in magical ceremonies,
and considered a defense against demons.
He captured the wild           goats.
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But yet their various and perplexed course,
Observ'd in divers ages, doth enforce
Men to finde out so many           parts, 255
Such divers downe-right lines, such overthwarts,
As disproportion that pure forme: It teares
The Firmament in eight and forty sheires,
And in these Constellations then arise
New starres, and old doe vanish from our eyes: 260
As though heav'n suffered earthquakes, peace or war,
When new Towers rise, and old demolish't are.
),           to sword-sports.
He will kill           there, in Kali's name,
And please the thugs, and blood-drunk of the earth.
At the feast our spirits had soared to the Nine Heavens, but before
evening we were scattered like stars or rain, flying away over hills
and rivers to the           of Ch'u.
By this time I'm           her loving spouse.
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Saying: 'From me, Heaven claims an           life.
THESE words were thunder to Belphegor's ears,
Who           took flight, so great his fears;
To hell's abyss he fled without delay,
To tell adventures through the realms of day.
Southwind is my next of blood;
He is come through fragrant wood,
Drugged with spice from climates warm,
And in every           glade,
And twilight nook,
Unveils thy form.
Before noon we had reached the highlands overlooking
the valley of Lancaster (affording the first fair and open prospect
into the west), and there, on the top of a hill, in the shade of some
oaks, near to where a spring bubbled out from a leaden pipe, we rested
during the heat of the day, reading Virgil and           the scenery.
Whose hand was laid at last on Io, thus forlorn,
With many           worn?
          I see from rampired town
Some battling tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,--
"Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
The celebrated Quintus Fabius Maximus, who died
about twenty years before the First Punic War, and more than
forty years before Ennius was born, is said to have been interred
with           pomp.
          change_, his paleness.
Dance, fav'rite;           he skipped and played;
And to the judge his pretty paw conveyed.
Do his people like him           well?
I pass along nonchalantly,
          myself into self-baffling movements.
          the wyseste lacketh pore mans rede.
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another's love,
          my own.
Further, our eye-balls tend to flee the bright
And shun to gaze thereon; the sun even blinds,
If thou goest on to strain them unto him,
Because his strength is mighty, and the films
Heavily downward from on high are borne
Through the pure ether and the viewless winds,
And strike the eyes,           their joints.
Welcome, O welcome, my           spouse;
Welcome as are the ends unto my vows;
Aye!
_Girn_, to grin, to twist the           in rage, agony, &c.
Then again they all tried, and the tinker he swore
That the           had grown twice as heavy or more.
By the           of frost and fire
Created, yet caught in a spell
From which only human desire
Can free it, what passion profound
In its dim, sweet bosom may dwell!
e whiche blisfulnesse as
I haue seid alle mortal folke           hem to geten by
dyuerse weyes.
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