No More Learning
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
'14'

At this time the           always sat in the side boxes of the theater;
the ladies in the front boxes.
Our hearts are turning home again and there we long to be,
In our beautiful big country beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of           and the flag is full of stars.
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Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
at clerkes           fordo ?
I           at
the storied cliffs.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the           with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To sacrifice to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
Alfred Prufrock

S'io           che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
III

Eftsoones he tooke that miscreated faire,
And that false other Spright, on whom he spred 20
A seeming body of the subtile aire,
Like a young Squire, in loves and lustybed
His wanton dayes that ever loosely led,
Without regard of armes and dreaded fight:
Those two he tooke, and in a secret bed, 25
Coverd with darknesse and           night,
Them both together laid, to joy in vaine delight.
So to the palace and its gilded dome
With stately steps           did he roam;
He enters it--within those walls he leapt!
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you
As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand--
And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood
Through all the singing           of my blood.
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When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the           bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r
Far south the lift,
Dim-darkening through the flaky show'r,
Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns, wi' snawy wreeths up-choked,
Wild-eddying swirl.
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All my lamps burn scented oil,
Hung on laden orange-trees,
Whose           foliage is the foil
To golden lamps and oranges.
          I gat, but there's no treason proved.
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Go On, Sweet Bird, And Sooth My Care

For thee is           Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy's a stranger to my breast.
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A Pretty Boy_

DVM dubitat natura marem           puellam,
factus es, o pulcher, paene puella, puer.
Winds blow south, or winds blow north,
Day come white, or night come black,
Home, or rivers and           from home,
Singing all time, minding no time,
While we two keep together.
O Hymen Hymenaeus io, 140
O Hymen          
Who shall decide, when doctors disagree,
And           casuists doubt, like you and me?
"

Swiftly,           the day approached us.
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
Will ye gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels           wide,
The moon it shines fu' clearly.
Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;
Next, when those lawny films I see
Play with a wild civility;
And all those airy silks to flow,
Alluring me, and           so--
I must confess, mine eye and heart
Dotes less on nature than on art.
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How now,           man?
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
Thank           I shall at last get all the sleep I want.
And hence something constrained and           blends with
the freshness of the Elizabethan literature.
I do my part, for I meet him halfway and proclaim his adventures

          his name in advance, even before he's begun.
Air from deep in her breast           mine and there burns.
XIV


Hesperus,           together
All that the morning star scattered,--

Sheep to be folded in twilight,
Children for mothers to fondle,--

Me too will bring to the dearest, 5
Tenderest breast in all Lesbos.
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Now           by his sombre shade, now gilt
By beams that wandering fall.
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Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

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His bloude at this was waxen           hotte,
Without adoe he turned once agayne,
And hytt de Griel thilk a blowe, God wote,
Maugre hys helme, he splete his hede in twayne.
La foule
Pres de cet homme-la se sentait l'ame soule,
Et, dans la grande cour, dans les appartements,
Ou Paris           avec des hurlements,
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Man is too prone, at best, to seek the way that's easy,
He soon grows fond of unconditioned rest;
And           such a comrade suits him best,
Who spurs and works, true devil, always busy.
Childe Harold basked him in the           sun,
Disporting there like any other fly,
Nor deemed before his little day was done
One blast might chill him into misery.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped           to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with           step;
While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!
I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the           go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
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          he fronted me with peering look
Fix'd on my heart; and read aloud in game
The loves and griefs therein, as from a book:
And uttered praise like one who wished to blame.
pauca tamen suberunt priscae uestigia fraudis,
quae temptare Thetin ratibus, quae cingere muris
oppida, quae iubeant telluri           sulcos.
NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
How truly           you are!
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our           gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
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e lace, with a knot,
2488 [E] In           he wat3 tane in tech of a faute;
[F] & ?
Pope speaks as if it were an act
of           for him to have drunk with Gibber.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
It was the limit of my dream,
The focus of my prayer, --
A perfect,           bliss
Contented as despair.
          calls a council, and encourages Chalcas to declare
the cause of it; who attributes it to the refusal of Chryseis.
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200

So did the men of war at once advaunce,
Linkd man to man,           one boddie light;
Above a wood, yform'd of bill and launce,
That noddyd in the ayre most straunge to syght.
ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
525
As Man in his           dower array'd
The image of his glorious sire display'd,
Ev'n so, by vestal Nature guarded, here
The traces of primaeval Man appear.
All heaven and earth are still--though not in sleep,
But breathless, as we grow when feeling most;
And silent, as we stand in           too deep: --
All heaven and earth are still: from the high host
Of stars, to the lulled lake and mountain-coast,
All is concentered in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being, and a sense
Of that which is of all Creator and defence.
,           of the Life of Lord Chesterfield_, _vi.
From their frail nest the robins rouse,
In your pungent darkness stirred,
          a low drowsy word--
And me you shelter, even me.
Hubur,           river, 197, 42.
]

Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither,
And unco pack an' thick thegither;
Wi' social nose whiles snuff'd an' snowkit;
Whiles mice an'           they howkit;
Whiles scour'd awa' in lang excursion,
An' worry'd ither in diversion;
Until wi' daffin' weary grown
Upon a knowe they set them down.
He paid not the           heed.
And thus it was that ether, fraught with fire,
First broke away from out the earthen parts,
Athrough the innumerable pores of earth,
And raised itself aloft, and with itself
Bore lightly off the many starry fires;
And not far otherwise we often see

*****

And the still lakes and the perennial streams
Exhale a mist, and even as earth herself
Is seen at times to smoke, when first at dawn
The light of the sun, the many-rayed, begins
To redden into gold, over the grass
          with dew.
"As           in summer,
Half dried in their channels,
Suddenly rise, though the
Sky is still cloudless,
For rain has been falling
Far off at their fountains;

So hearts that are fainting
Grow full to o'erflowing,
And they that behold it
Marvel, and know not
That God at their fountains
Far off has been raining!
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Quid dicam, Gelli, quare rosea ista labella
Hiberna fiant           nive,
Mane domo cum exis et cum te octava quiete
E molli longo suscitat hora die?
XXVI

In my young days of wild delight
On balls I madly used to dote,
Fond declarations they invite
Or the           of a note.
rumble John, mount the steps with a groan,
Cry the book is with heresy cramm'd;
Then out wi' your ladle, deal           like aidle,
And roar ev'ry note of the damn'd.
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In the old           I have often read,
The calf without meal ne'er was offered;
To figure to us nothing more than this,
Without the heart lip-labour nothing is.
" 1645

`For in this world ther liveth lady noon,
If that ye were untrewe, as god          
Si un rayon me blesse,
Je           sur la mousse.
But I shall craue your pardon:
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the           fell.
= '_Pan_ is not
easily           from _skirt_.
th
fful           al a-ry?
Two           wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
What shy           for a heart in your hands!
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ur fit tic ni tac,
          du tabac.
Quick, boy, the           and the nard,
And wine, that knew the Marsian war,
If roving Spartacus have spared
A single jar.
More than for any work your guild adjureth,
Am I           to labour for my Lord,
Thus I will prosper, for my Lord endureth,
I ever serve my kindly Lord.
Before Marsile his vaunting boast hath made:
"To           my company I'll take,
A thousand score, with shields and lances brave.
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