No More Learning
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Oh, wise was he, oh, wise was he
Who first within his spirit knew
And with his tongue           it true
That love comes best that comes unto
The equal of degree!
They are all scattered,--a           miles away.
He drove up to the market, he waited in the line;
His apples and potatoes were fresh and fair and fine;
But long and long he waited, and no one came to buy,
Save the black-eyed rebel,           from the corner of her eye.
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He could controll the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of           for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
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Draw next a pair of tables opening, then
The House of Commons           like the men.
Whilst all the world is poor,

And have within           possessed
All love's and nature's store.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
, _not           or _powerfully_: compar.
For if naught else we can extort a blush on thy           bitch's
face.
Thus on the           of the lofty gate 40
They, wrangling, chafed each other, whose dispute
The high-born youth Antinous mark'd; he laugh'd
Delighted, and the suitors thus address'd.
Of long passed I knew him wele;
          first though men him fele,
He wol meek aftir, in his bering,
Been, for service and obeysshing.
And he is in truth a natural

Who           her for her longing,

Or praises to her what is not fitting.
"
So I again           to the lore
Of my wise teacher, he, whom Mary's charms
Embellish'd, as the sun the morning star;
Who thus in answer spake: "In him are summ'd,
Whatever of buxomness and free delight
May be in Spirit, or in angel, met:
And so beseems: for that he bare the palm
Down unto Mary, when the Son of God
Vouchsaf'd to clothe him in terrestrial weeds.
Elle etait encore jolie,
Quoique bien          
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HOST The villagers
Are           in--a wedding festival--
That's all--God save you, Sir.
Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine:
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine;
Wi'           heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
Pandean pipes and drum and muzzle
Were quite enough his brain to puzzle:
But like a philosophic bear
He let alone extraneous care
And danced           anywhere.
Then, Pallas over all his features shed 180
Superior beauty,           his form
With added amplitude, and pour'd his curls
Like hyacinthine flow'rs down from his brows.
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
c'est ici qu'on vendange
Les fruits           dont votre coeur a faim;
Venez vous enivrer de la couleur etrange
De cette apres-midi qui n'a jamais de fin?
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
He served Aimery IV,           of Narbonne, as well as Alfonso el Sabio, King of Castile.
"In the           of the Countess.
The
national romances, neglected by the great and the refined whose
education had been finished at Rhodes or Athens, continued, it
may be supposed, during some           to delight the vulgar.
'neath the threshold smoking,
Fire-breathing,
Hell is          
Epitaph On A Noisy Polemic

Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes;
O Death, it's my opinion,
Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin bitch
Into thy dark          
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams,           by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
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This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

          upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
e           of ?
Reason almost always comes to me like an unlucky wife to a poor devil
of a husband, just in           time to add her reproaches to his
other grievances.
Crossing the square I saw several           crowding round the gallows in
order to tear off the high boots of the hanged men.
CHANT D'AUTOMNE

I


Bientot nous           dans les froides tenebres;
Adieu, vive clarte de nos etes trop courts!
EPIGRAMS

A GIRL

You were that clear           fluting
That pains our thought even now.
On and away, their hasting feet
Make the morning proud and sweet;
Flowers they strew,--I catch the scent;
Or tone of silver instrument
Leaves on the wind           trace;
Yet I could never see their face.
iam           obdurat,
nec te requiret nec rogabit inuitam.
The unexplored           of the storm keeps up the spirits of
the traveler.
IV

          loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
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Dread           alone
Can heal the wound he gave--
Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes
To scenes beyond the grave.
But, Rhetoric
and Dialectic, that have been born out of the light star and out of
the amorous star, you have been my           and my catapult!
'T is an instant's play,
'T is a fond ambush,
Just to make bliss
Earn her own          
I take your strong chords--I           them, and cheerfully pass them
forward.
Hear how they counsel in manly measure
Action and          
Barons from Spain King Marsilies hath called,
Counts and viscounts and dukes and almacours,
And the admirals, and cadets nobly born;
Within three days come hundreds           four.
In all his wars needs must he triumph, when
He           God, still ere he fought with men :
Hence, though in battle none so brave or fierce,
Yet him the adverse steel could never pierce ;
Pity it s( tijied to hurt him more, that felt
Each wuuikI himself which he to others dealt.
The Jury had each formed a different view
(Long before the           was read),
And they all spoke at once, so that none of them knew
One word that the others had said.
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I


For the sentimental no greater foe exists than the iconoclast who
dissipates           legends.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
And woe to          
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou           to grieve me,
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake,--
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,
Nor mute, that the world might belie.
_Loup_, leap,           with pain.
What for the sage, old          
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's          
" echoed he; no sooner said,
Than with a           scream she vanished:
And Lycius' arms were empty of delight,
As were his limbs of life, from that same night.
A fog about the coppice drifts,
Or slowly           up and lifts
Into the moist, despondent air.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
Next, when sun,
Up-risen, with his rays has split the soil
And           the earth with waxing heat,
Again into their ancient abodes return
The seeds of fire, and all the Hot of water
Into the earth retires; and this is why
The fountain in the daylight gets so cold.
There is poetry that is like the white light of noon, and poetry that
has the           of woods, and poetry that has the golden light of
dawn or of sunset; and I find in the poetry of Mr.
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Heaps fall on heaps: the slaughter Hector leads,
First great Arcesilas, then Stichius bleeds;
One to the bold           ever dear,
And one Menestheus' friend and famed compeer.
"

I

THE           day-the happiest hour
My seared and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
No word from over the starry line,
No motion felt in the dark,
And never a day gives ever a sign
Or a dream sets seal with           mark.
I do
not think it has been           before.
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Heaven approved the innocence of their sighs:
They           their loving thoughts without remorse:
Each day rose clear, serene to light their course.
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Once let Puck coming           round,
And set his foot to whisking,
Hundreds with him throng the ground,
Frolicking and frisking.
Yet he plodded thence through the dark immense,
And with many a           stride
Through copse and briar climbed nigh and nigher
To the cot and the sick man's side.
And           and weighty the combat:
Before nor since was never such attack.
Thus don the Tales, to bed they creep,
By           Windes soon lull'd asleep.
Is it so          
[_The phantastic Vision has all passed; the Earth-zodiac has broken like
a belt, and is           from the Desert.
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
He came down, bravely to meet the refusal of the church to
change the rite, and in a sermon preached in September, 1832, explained
his           to it, and, because he could not honestly administer it,
resigned.
Now therefore tell me, Man, my king, my master:
Lovest thou me, or dost thou rather love
The           thou hast in me?
I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With           at the head and foot,
That travellers had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
The Life in the so-called "Old T'ang History" is
shorter and           several mistakes.
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So,           years went by, till in her face
Slow melancholy wrought a mingled grace,
Of early joy with suffering's hard alloy--
Refined and rare, no doom could e'er destroy.
Shall           make us cease to admire him,
because we see him, hear him, esteem and love him?
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
Life is a scavenger's pit--I escape--
I only,           it,
lying here on this couch.
LXI

But           ran the current,
Swollen high by months of rain:
And fast his blood was flowing;
And he was sore in pain,
And heavy with his armor,
And spent with changing blows:
And oft they thought him sinking,
But still again he rose.
Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still
To give us onely good; and if the night
Have gathered aught of evil or conceald,
          it, as now light dispels the dark.
Then, resting on the threshold of the gate,
Against a cypress pillar lean'd his weight
Smooth'd by the workman to a polish'd plane);
The           son beheld, and call'd his swain

"These viands, and this bread, Eumaeus!
Not once have I thus

Broken accord,

Order ignored,

Unless I'm floored,

Too low to grace

Her lovely body's           place;

So I fear slanderers have their say,

Who cause ladies and lovers dismay,

Lower us, and drive all joy away,

And each and every way harm me.
"


II

Full Moon

(_Santa Barbara_)

I listened, there was not a sound to hear
In the great rain of           pouring down,
The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,
And a light mist of silver lulled the town.
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APRIL

The April winds are magical
And thrill our tuneful frames;
The garden walks are passional
To           and dames.
Time looks on pomp with vengeful mood
Or killing apathy's disdain;
So where old marble cities stood
Poor           weeds remain.
horreo sanguineo male mora           suco:
heu graue funesti crimen amoris habent!
_ Nay, I _have_ listened
          to thee--why not to them?
Swifter than any feet could bear the tale,
Going unheard, already posts abroad
A buried river, and will soon burst up
In towns and markets, far as the width of day,
A           clamour, wonderful wild news:
"Vashti the Queen is judged and forced to go
Roaming the earth, outcast and infamous;
Look out for her!
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