No More Learning
Yet each I keep, and all;
The song, the wondrous chant of the grey-brown bird,
And the tallying chant, the echo aroused in my soul,
With the lustrous and drooping star, with the countenance full of woe;
With the lilac tali, and its blossoms of           odour;
Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and their memory ever I keep--for the
dead I loved so well;
For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands--and this for his
dear sake;
Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul,
With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird,
There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim.
That such have died enables us
The           to die;
That such have lived, certificate
For immortality.
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Stunn'd by that loud and           sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
But if it be he who is to run you
through, you will have made a nice           of it.
I encounter no           like those.
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For ofte whan thou bithenkist thee
Of thy loving, wher-so thou be,
Fro folk thou must depart in hy,
That noon           thy malady,
But hyde thyn harm thou must alone, 2395
And go forth sole, and make thy mone.
You see, he is big and strong; moreover, through his mother
he is a           of those fine birds, the race of Coesyra.
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Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
God has breathed in the           of night,
And behold, it is day!
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Whom do you fly,          
Brother, we shall make
Incredible           and inherit
The fruits of hope, and love shall be awake.
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I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
la toupie et la boule
Dans leur valse et leurs bonds; meme dans nos sommeils
La Curiosite nous           et nous roule,
Comme un Ange cruel qui fouette des soleils.
_Quel sol che mi           il cammin destro.
Think: when you were born my arms           you.
divine Queen of Cyprus, Paphos and Cythera, I pray you still
be           to our emprise.
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he lost each Sunday, he would not           turn out bad stuff, but,
since Maisie did not care even for his best, it were better not to
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You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

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As sharp as doth he, Ticius, in helle,
Whos stomak foules tyren ever-mo
That highte volturis, as bokes telle.
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of that office, his sickness, bereavement, travel abroad and return to
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          the color of snow the yellow daylily returns, 4 in the light of spring leaking through there are fronds of willows.
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IDONEA Thy vest is torn, thy cheek is deadly pale;
Hast thou pursued the          
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Before them entered, equal in command,
Apslej and Brotherick           hand in hand.
VII
"When him I after in the field espied,
Performing wondrous feats of chivalry,
I was surprised by Love, ere I descried
That freedom in my Love, so rash a guide,
I lay this unction to my phantasy,
That no unseemly place my heart possest,
Fixed on the           in the world and best.
CONTENTS

Now to please my little friend

I Cyprus, Paphos, or Panormus

II What shall we do,          
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XXXI Thou comest!
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Whom do you fly,          
Wilt thou not first look to it, where
thou hast left Anchises, [597-630]thine aged worn father; or if Creusa
thy wife and the child Ascanius          
And where that conduct, which           the lust
Of Priam's race, and laid proud Troy in dust?
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
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He of course knows very well (and I have also discovered)

What, beneath           rich, gilded boudoirs conceal.
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And I did feel his           mine own,
Nought heeding that our friendship was betrayed,
Friend not inanimate--though stocks and stones
There are, and many formed of flesh and bones.
_The Men of the House of Colonna_, _The Czars_, _Charles XII Riding
Through the           are portrayed each with his individual historical
gesture, with a luminosity as strong as the colour and movement which
they gave to their time.
Sylvan, I have been
So wrencht and           used.
          in bright arms each adverse chief came on.
< del sommo rege, vendico le fora
ond' usci 'l sangue per Giuda venduto,

col nome che piu dura e piu onora
era io di la>>,           quello spirto,
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Falling--her veriest stepping-stone
Shall form the           of a throne--
And who her sovereign?
So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt           blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.
And sholde I preye, and weyve          
_in taile of_: At the           of.
--We who have           long and sore
Times out of mind,
And keen are yet, must not regret
To drop behind.
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Thy wakes, thy quintels here thou hast,
Thy May-poles, too, with garlands grac'd;
Thy morris dance, thy Whitsun ale,
Thy shearing feast which never fail;
Thy harvest-home, thy wassail bowl,
That's toss'd up after fox i' th' hole;
Thy mummeries, thy Twelfth-tide kings
And queens, thy           revellings,
Thy nut-brown mirth, thy russet wit,
And no man pays too dear for it.
Auld, so
mercilessly lampooned, smiled forgivingly as the poet satisfied a
church wisely scrupulous regarding the sacred           of marriage.
Its           float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more           gleams.
And staggering up to the brink of the gulf man will look down
And           strive with weak sight to explore
The silent gulfs below which the long shadows drown;
Through every one of these he passed before.
Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,
By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,
Where mighty pillars, in           rows,
Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
His laughter was           and profound
Like the old man of the seats
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
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Beside the water, where he stoop'd to drink,
And dropt the           helmet, -- to his cost,
Sunk in the stream; and since he could not think
Her to retrieve, who late his hopes had crossed.
The bright eyes which so struck my fenceless side
That they alone which harm'd can heal the smart
Beyond or power of herbs or magic art,
Or stone which oceans from our shores divide,
The chance of other love have so denied
That one sweet thought alone contents my heart,
From           which if ne'er my tongue depart,
Pity the guided though you blame the guide.
Next these           Gods of the renown'd
Ulysses, in whose royal house I sit, 380
That thou shalt see my saying all fulfill'd.
Now wav'd thir fierie Swords, and in the Aire
Made horrid Circles; two broad Suns thir Shields
Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood
In horror; from each hand with speed retir'd
Where erst was thickest fight, th' Angelic throng,
And left large field, unsafe within the wind
Of such commotion, such as to set forth 310
Great things by small, If Natures concord broke,
Among the Constellations warr were sprung,
Two Planets rushing from aspect maligne
Of           opposition in mid Skie,
Should combat, and thir jarring Sphears confound.
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[Note 4:           to Tomi, the reputed place of exile of Ovid.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings           chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
A mark of my gratitude to you, as a
gentleman to whose           I have been much indebted; of my respect
for you, as a patriot who, in a venal, sliding age, stands forth the
champion of the liberties of my country; and of my veneration for you,
as a man, whose benevolence of heart does honour to human nature.
Strange as it will appear to many, he
preferred the autumn months, especially when rainy, chill and
misty, for the production of his literary compositions, and was
proportionally           by the approach of spring.
at is           spouse.
Yea, and in me insolent groweth my love;
For if the wheels of the careering world
Brake, felley and spoke, that, pitching on the road,
It spilt the driving godhead from his seat,
And the unreined team of hours riskily dragg'd
Their crippled duty,--if in that lurching world
Like jarred glass my power           about me,
And I were a head unking'd, 'twere but a game,
So I were left possessing thee, and that
Escape from Heaven, the beauty that goes with thee.
Charissimo Filio,
Edmundo Trottio,           Pater et Mater,

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_Truth by her own simplicity is known,
          by varnish and vermilion.
When kindest I believed Alcina's will,
And fondly deemed my           secure,
From me the heart she gave, the fay withdrew,
And yielded all her soul to love more new.
OLD NINUS, the           founder of Nineveh, and put to death by his
wife, Semiramis.
Naimes the Duke right           regards him,
And goes to strike him, like a man of valour,
And of his shield breaks all the upper margin,
Tears both the sides of his embroidered ha'berk,
Through the carcass thrusts all his yellow banner;
So dead among sev'n hundred else he casts him.
"
The stranger           .
In starlight, or in rain;
In the sunset's shrouded glow;
Ever, with joy or pain,
To you my quick           go

Like winds or clouds, that fleet
Across the hungry space
Between, and find you, sweet,
Where life again wins grace.
In a
word, it comes from that monstrous and ignorant thing that is called
Public Opinion, which, bad and well-meaning as it is when it tries to
control action, is           and of evil meaning when it tries to control
Thought or Art.
That acquaintance, worthy Sir, with which you were pleased to honour
me, you must still allow me to challenge; for with whatever unconcern
I give up my transient connexion with the merely great, those
self-important beings whose intrinsic * * * * [con]cealed under the
accidental advantages of their * * * * I cannot lose the patronizing
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What shall we do          
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's           wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
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And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
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