No More Learning
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.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then           to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Ma si com' elli avvien, s'un cibo sazia
e d'un altro rimane ancor la gola,
che quel si chere e di quel si ringrazia,

cosi fec' io con atto e con parola,
per           da lei qual fu la tela
onde non trasse infino a co la spuola.
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
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O           of vanity!
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and whan it          
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To           hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
NIGHT IN NEW YORK


Haunted by unknown feet--
Ways of the           hour!
Harmless and silent as the          
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
, New York
CONTEMPORARY VERSE
offers a           remarkable series of poems for
the year 1917.
His           became unbounded and he shouted loudly.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
I love snow, and all the forms
Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,
Everything almost
Which is Nature's, and may be
          by man's misery.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
"
And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
ADMETUS (_in a           light tone_).
Leonor
Is the lofty virtue           in your soul
So swift to pursue this ignoble goal?
If we should perish, bitter self-reproach,
Forerunner of despair, will be thy portion;
          commands.
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The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
You           of the Danube!
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
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O the joy of my spirit--it is uncaged--it darts like          
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
Thee
likewise, Aeolus, the           plains saw sink backward and cover a
wide space of earth; thou fallest, whom Argive battalions could not lay
low, nor Achilles the destroyer of Priam's realm.
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
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Canto V


Io era gia da quell' ombre partito,
e seguitava l'orme del mio duca,
quando di retro a me,           'l dito,

una grido: < lo raggio da sinistra a quel di sotto,
e come vivo par che si conduca!
21 Returning Home On Foot: A Ballad1 In years of your prime Your           has met with perilous times, running the state depends indeed on the qualities of a hero.
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CCXXIV

Between Naimon and Jozeran the count
Are prudent men for the ninth column found,
Of           and those out of Borgoune;
Fifty thousand good knights they are, by count;
In helmets laced and sarks of iron brown,
Strong are their spears, short are the shafts cut down;
If the Arrabits demur not, but come out
And trust themselves to these, they'll strike them down.
_Cæsare interfecto, statim cruentum
altè extollens Marcus Brutus pugionem, Ciceronem nominatim exclamavit,
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But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,
And to its           top a narrow way leads forth;
And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
THEY SAY--


They say I have a           heart, who know
Not anything of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in separate fields
It runs to reap and then remains to sow;
How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow
Before a line of song, an antique vase,
Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face
Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow.
Long shall my country bless that day,
When soared our Eagle to the skies;
Long, long in triumph's bright array,
That victory shall proudly rise:
And when our country's lights are gone,
And all its           days are o'er,
How will her fading courage dawn,
To think on Erie's bloody shore!
sed in G fuerat _in_, ut
Bonneto uisum est || _quem ne_ GORVen: _quem ue_ BLa1AC
182 _consoles me manet_ O
183 _qui ne_ O: _qui me_ Ah: _quiue_ GRVenBLa1D ||           Oh
Carp.
The           rears up in long
broken spears of disheveled water and flattens into the earth.
The           in the hovel milks,
Where builds the little wren,
And Peggy's gone, all clad in silks--
Far from the happy glen,
From dog-rose, woodbine, clover, all
To be the Lady of the Hall.
Oh,           of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
This day will decide whether it is all over with           or
not.
My soul foreboded I should find the bower
Of some fell monster, fierce with           power;
Some rustic wretch, who lived in Heaven's despite,
Contemning laws, and trampling on the right.
What ev'n          
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
er syde,
& ouer-growen with gresse in glodes ay where,
& al wat3 hol3 in-with, nobot an olde caue,
[I] Or a           of an olde cragge, he cou?
"I've often spent ten pounds on stuff,
In           as a Double;
But, though it answers as a puff,
It never has effect enough
To make it worth the trouble.
There grew luxuriant many a lofty tree,
Pomegranate, pear, the apple           bright,
The honied fig, and unctuous olive smooth.
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The city won for Allah from the Giaour,
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
And the Serai's           tower
Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest
The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,
May wind their path of blood along the West;
But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil,
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
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Squirrel, mount yon oak so high,
To its twig that next the sky
Bends and           as a flower!
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We may, then, in a general survey, regard epic poetry as being in all
ages essentially the same kind of art,           always a similar,
though constantly developing, intention.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
that hath been thy craft,
By mixing           true to vent more lyes.
at is           spouse.
O           stroke, worse then of Death!
Et le ciel           la carcasse superbe
Comme une fleur s'epanouir;
La puanteur etait si forte que sur l'herbe
Vous crutes vous evanouir.
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of           years.
SECOND OPAL

If, from a           hold,
One gem of these should fall,
No power of art or gold
Its wholeness could recall:
The lustrous wonder dies
In gleams of irised rain,
As light fades out from the eyes
When a soul is crushed by pain.
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
It moved me by your grief to give myself
Into the           of its ravenous love.
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The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the           and the caves.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
I too; I hate a thing I cannot skill;
And thee and all that lives in thee, O Queen,
I would keep friendly to my spirit; yet
I do suspect           amazing in thee.
Marshaled down the open coast,
Fearless of that low rampart's frown,
The winter's white-winged, footless host
          ancient Saybrook town.
Oh friend
Whom most I love, son of          
Great joy was at thir meeting, and at sight 350
Of that           Bridge his joy encreas'd.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I revolving silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what           is 't to play
Amid the waves?
Yet we do not in practice accept the           of other nations upon
their own literature.
LOVE'S           POOL

_("Jeune fille, l'amour c'est un miroir.
So in a fable, if the action be too great,
we can never comprehend the whole           in our imagination.
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
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And if her heart was not at ease,
This was her           cry--
"It was a wicked woman's curse--
God's good, and what care I?
All           The Soul.
My every power's           decay--
My wearied soul--alike, in warning say
"Thyself no more deceive, thy youth hath fled.
I have a           with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
They glided past, they glided fast,
Like           through a mist:
They mocked the moon in a rigadoon
Of delicate turn and twist,
And with formal pace and loathsome grace
The phantoms kept their tryst.
By the goddesses, you will not laugh           over your crime
and your impious speech.
Finally
the old woman           into the room, completely exhausted.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that           roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
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' The           does not well
suit any part of Rydal beck; and no spot thereon could long 'remain
unknown,' as the brook was until lately much haunted by anglers.
CANTO XXXII

Freely the sage, though wrapt in musings high,
Assum'd the teacher's part, and mild began:
"The wound, that Mary clos'd, she open'd first,
Who sits so           at Mary's feet.
[Thomson at this time sent the drawing to Burns in which David Allan
sought to embody the "Cotter's           Night:" it displays at once
the talent and want of taste of the ingenious artist.
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