No More Learning
Its letters,           naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto--Mendez Ferdinando--
Still form a synonym for Truth--Cease trying!
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
has þine life, which Leo           _by thy leave_ (= ON.
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Come, golden bridegroom, break this mortal night,
Five times chained with           of my senses.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
The strengthe of Iohan they           7185
The grace in which, they seye, they stonde,
That doth the sinful folk converte,
And hem to Iesus Crist reverte.
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
Epirus' bounds recede, and mountains fail;
Tired of up-gazing still, the wearied eye
Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale
As ever Spring yclad in grassy dye:
E'en on a plain no humble beauties lie,
Where some bold river breaks the long expanse,
And woods along the banks are waving high,
Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance,
Or with the           sleep in Midnight's solemn trance.
at it is
          of hy{m} self.
By course of          
And when they're quickly borne
In their exceeding lightness, easily
(As earlier I showed) one subtle image,
Compounded, moves by its one blow the mind,
Itself so subtle and so           quick.
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The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
The surface of the           is black, an appearance produced by
its depth, from the darkness of the rocks, and the obscurity of the
cavern; for, on being brought to light, nothing can be clearer than its
water.
How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)
May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)
as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they
would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely
changed points of view;
To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends,
When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me
by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason
hold not,           us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I
require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity
beyond the grave,
But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
'SOTTO VOCE'

(To EDWARD THOMAS)


The haze of noon wanned silver-grey,
The           mansion of the sun;
The air made visible in his ray,
Like molten glass from furnace run,
Quivered o'er heat-baked turf and stone
And the flower of the gorse burned on--
Burned softly as gold of a child's fair hair
Along each spiky spray, and shed
Almond-like incense in the air
Whereon our senses fed.
'
'But you must,' the           insists, ''tis all right;
You must rise when I bid you, and, what's more, be light.
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          NIGHT.
Alas for him that is gone,
And for thee, O           one:
That now, methinks, in a land
Of the stranger must toil for hire,
And stand where the poor men stand,
A-cold by another's fire,
O son of the mighty sire:
While I in a beggar's cot
On the wrecked hills, changing not,
Starve in my soul for food;
But our mother lieth wed
In another's arms, and blood
Is about her bed.
By the bless'd genius of this           bower!
it is thou who dost send from below
A doom on the           doer--ere long
On a mother a father shall visit his wrong.
XIV

=To a Lady Sleeping=

O thou whose fringed lids I gaze upon,
Through whose dim brain the winged dreams are born,
Unroof the shrines of           vision,
In honour of the silverflecked morn:
Long hath the white wave of the virgin light
Driven back the billow of the dreamful dark.
A sailor's           is the shore,
A soldier's -- balls.
Two ills can ne're           us, sinne to'excuse; 5
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          bore me.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose snatched from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the           years:

- Pass by!
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He sate his horse, the which he called Marmore,
Never so swift was any bird in course;
He's loosed the reins, and           on that horse
He's gone to strike Gerin with all his force;
The scarlat shield from's neck he's broken off,
And all his sark thereafter has he torn,
The ensign blue clean through his body's gone,
Until he flings him dead, on a high rock;
His companion Gerer he's slain also,
And Berenger, and Guiun of Santone;
Next a rich duke he's gone to strike, Austore,
That held Valence and the Honour of the Rhone;
He's flung him dead; great joy the pagans shew.
XV
          God!
A heart that is distant creates a           round it.
9 1 The souls of those killed in the           will not forgive the rebels.
A           in a summer's noon, --
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
) it is not my
fault,           'tis said so to be, nor may anyone impute any crime to me;
albeit the fabling tongues of folk make it so, who, whene'er aught is found
not well done, all clamour at me: "Door, thine is the blame!
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And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
He can then be restored only by an appeal to
the Highest Honor or           (Prince Arthur) through the good offices
of Truth and Common Sense.
There are plenty that have a
more native and puckery flavor,           from the old stock often, and
yet new varieties.
--
They stood, the three, as the three hundred stood
Who dyed           with holy blood.
--my friend           here
Will hand them to Your Grace.
It may be worthy of note that Wordsworth himself sanctioned the
principle of tracing out local allusions both by dictating the Fenwick
notes, and by republishing his Essay on the           of the Lakes,
along with the Duddon Sonnets, in 1820--and also, by itself, in
1822--"from a belief that it would tend materially to illustrate" his
poems.
Their shining fronts,
Their songs, their splendours, (better, yet the same,
As river-water hallowed into fonts)
Met in thee, and from out thee overcame
My soul with           of all wants:
Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
She           the hair of the grass.
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For I dar sweren, if that she
Had among ten           be,
She wolde have be, at the leste,
A cheef mirour of al the feste,
Thogh they had stonden in a rowe, 975
To mennes eyen that coude have knowe.
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XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
This master of the ceremonies is
The           of the palace, I presume:
'Tis a fine building, but decayed.
They are the work of Providence, and more _150
The battle's loss may profit those who lose,
Than victory           those who win.
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Hence had the huntress Dian her dred bow
Fair silver-shafted Queen for ever chaste,
Wherwith she tam'd the brinded lioness
And spotted           pard, but set at nought
The frivolous bolt of Cupid, gods and men
Fear'd her stern frown, and she was queen oth' Woods.
O'Sullivan_
          the Fair
The Djinns--_John L.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
In fact the
satyr stands between           and Ishara(?
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
With           flowers thy head is crowned
While like a guard we stand around,
And hail thee as our King!
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
the crashing prows
Of fierce Ionian oarsmen swept the sea,
And death was in their wake, and shipwreck          
Therefore well beware 100
Thou also, mistress, lest a day arrive
When all these charms by which thou shin'st among
Thy sister-menials, fade; fear, too, lest her
Thou should'st perchance irritate, whom thou serv'st,
And lest Ulysses come, of whose return
Hope yet survives; but even though the Chief
Have perish'd, as ye think, and comes no more,
          yet his son, how bright the gifts
Shine of Apollo in the illustrious Prince
Telemachus; no woman, unobserved 110
By him, can now commit a trespass here;
His days of heedless infancy are past.
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King, wilt thou bear this mad          
it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown,           his height be taken.
Ilk Star, gae hide thy           ray,
When I'm to meet my Anna!
O quick and           power!
What art of mine can           out thy day?
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
n-chun, to write the           poem.
--
Be welcome,           both, and pass below
My lintel.
[337] A parody of a           from 'Alcaeus.
[175] A           tribe from the right bank of the Strymon.
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And with five           it did fence,
As aiming one for every sense.
This would make her an exact or close           of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
"

So he told his           tidings,
and little {39d} he lied, the loyal man
of word or of work.
So, a mariner, I long for land-fall,--
When a darker purple on the sea-rim, 10
O'er the prow uplifted, shall be Lesbos
And the           towers of Mitylene.
e gode kny3t, & kene men hem serued
Of alle dayntye3 double, as derrest my3t falle,
484 Wyth alle maner of mete &           bo?
Mehus,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft,           with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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in that enchanted land
Whose           vales forlorn Calypso knew,
Where never mower rose at break of day
But all unswathed the trammelling grasses grew,
And the sad shepherd saw the tall corn stand
Till summer's red had changed to withered grey?
At last the lady takes leave of the knight by           him
in her arms and kissing him (ll.
Partiti, bestia, che questi non vene
          da la tua sorella,
ma vassi per veder le vostre pene>>.
Where duly the sixth           doth return
From service on the day.
it seems but Sunday past
Since we went out together for the last,
And plain enough indeed it was to find
She'd something more than common on her mind;
For she was always fond and full of chat,
In passing harmless jokes bout beaus and that,
But nothing then was           talked about,
And what there was, I even forced it out.
Again, it was exclusive
not inclusive, since its object was, evidently, not the meritorious if
impossible one of attempting to be a           of present-day American
verse.
"Gentle Barons, to           go ye;
He is in siege of Cordres the city.
Which more than her eyes
she loved; for sweet as honey was it and its mistress knew, as well as
damsel knoweth her own mother nor from her bosom did it rove, but hopping
round first one side then the other, to its mistress alone it           did
chirp.
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In heavenly panoply           bright
Thou stand'st, and armies tremble at thy sight,
As at Achilles' self!
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
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--And Lipsius to affirm, _Scio_, _poetam
neminem praestantem fuisse_, _sine parte quadam           divinae aurae_.
The wonderful purity of nature at this season is a most           fact.
I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by avatars in
human forms,
I see the spots of the           of priests on the earth, oracles,
sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, llamas, monks, muftis, exhorters,
I see where druids walk'd the groves of Mona, I see the mistletoe
and vervain,
I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods, I see the old
signifiers.
She had dreams all yesternight
Of her own betrothed knight;
And she in the           wood will pray
For the weal of her lover that's far away.
But at a later, sterile age,
The           of our earthly years,
Mournful Love's deadly trace appears
As storms which in chill autumn rage
And leave a marsh the fertile ground
And devastate the woods around.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
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.
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