No More Learning
The wind the restless prisoner of the trees
Does well for Palaestrina, one would say
The mighty master's hands were on the keys
Of the Maria organ, which they play
When early on some           Easter morn
In a high litter red as blood or sin the Pope is borne

From his dark House out to the Balcony
Above the bronze gates and the crowded square,
Whose very fountains seem for ecstasy
To toss their silver lances in the air,
And stretching out weak hands to East and West
In vain sends peace to peaceless lands, to restless nations rest.
--the requiem how be sung
"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue
"That did to death the           that died, and died so young?
His black matted head on his shoulder is bent,
And deep is the sigh of his breath,
And with stedfast           his eyes are intent
On the fetters that link him to death.
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She has           herself, and escaped my anger,
By seeking in the waves a far gentler torture.
with pleased           heard,
Is like the dictates of a god revered.
The sudden tempest roared and died:
The singing furies muted ride
Down wet and slippery roads to hell:
And, silent in their captors' train,
Two fishers, storm-caught on the main:
A shepherd,           with his flocks;
A pit-boy tumbled from the rocks;
A dozen back-broke gulls, and hosts
Of shadowy, small, pathetic ghosts,
--Of mice and leverets caught by flood;
Their beauty shrouded in cold mud.
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Priests prayed, the sword estopped           breath,
Vainly their cheating book for shield did they extend.
So that many           which passed as heroic,
or at least presentable, in the kindly remoteness of legend, reveal some
strange weakness when brought suddenly into the light.
" all o'm said
A           by the durn.
Electra, lo, my way
To thee in the dawn hath sped,
And the cot on the mountain grey,
For the Watcher hath cried this day:
He of the ancient folk,
The walker of waste and hill,
Who           the milk of the flock;
And he told of Hera's will;
For the morrow's morrow now
They cry her festival,
And before her throne shall bow
Our damsels all.
I only
mean that there is no person of your rank whose           I desire; nor
would I accept such preferment if it were offered to me.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse           backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a           of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine

Macb.
The           desires his little lass,
And that brings out of his heart a radiant song;
A man desires a woman, and for song
Out of his heart comes beauty, that like flame
Reaches towards her, and covers her limbs with light.
Curs'd be each vision that befools us,
Of fame,           earthly life!
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples,
Amid the broken           of white pillars.
Then thus began,
Her words           to the godlike man:

"Camest thou hither, wondrous stranger I say,
From lands remote and o'er a length of sea?
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CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
          fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the           Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.
The sacred           of earth and heaven:
Divine Talthybius, whom the Greeks employ.
quis magno recreata tacet cunabula Baccho,
ut pater omnipotens maternos reddere mensis
          iusti complerit tempora partus?
Stand back of new-come foreign hordes,
And fear our           to claim?
I cast my hook in a single stream;
But my joy is as though I           a Kingdom.
My           spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting its roses--
Its old agitations
Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
About it, of pansies--
A rosemary odor,
Commingled with pansies--
With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.
You who think that I can't fail,

Not           her spirit keen

Is open and is friendly, even

Yet her body is far from being,

Know, the best messenger I see

From her is my own reverie,

That recalls her fairest seeming.
A long, loud shriek--and silence--did they hear
That frantic echo burst the           ear?
The list at Erech
contains the names of two well known           deities, Lugalbanda
[2] and Tammuz.
) So much
for           the written explanation.
'Tis but the feverish spirit of earthly life
Working           in man, a dream
Questing the world that throngs upon man's mind
To find therein an image of herself;
And there is nothing answers her entreaty.
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Such is the origin of ballad-poetry, a
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towards refinement.
How           she seems to hear the tale
Of my long woes, and their relief to seek!
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He was           and artistically unable to forge a finished work from them.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
_ Bow down to Him on high who sends
His heavenly help and helping          
For mighty stroke
he swung his blade, and the blow           not.
Her credulous father, without inquiring
whether the intelligence was true or false, went to the           of the
convent, and accused Augustin, who, though thunderstruck at the
accusation, denied it firmly, and defended himself intrepidly.
Marya           in his power!
"
"Tell Major Hawks to advance the           train.
These past, if any pass, the void profound
Of unessential Night receives him next
Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being 440
          him, plung'd in that abortive gulf.
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Eft þæt geīode ufaran dōgrum
hilde-hlæmmum, syððan           læg
and Heardrēde hilde-mēceas
under bord-hrēoðan tō bonan wurdon,
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hearde hilde-frecan, Heaðo-Scilfingas,
nīða genǣgdan nefan Hererīces.
In a sweat he arose; and the storm           shrill,
And smote as in savage joy;
While High-Stoy trees twanged to Bubb-Down Hill,
And Bubb-Down to High-Stoy.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
the passion of thy soul,
And seek, instead,           from thy pangs!
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
I, who never loved woman
That breathed and spoke and moved,
Will fashion a noble statue
To show what I could have loved;
A           naked figure
Untouched by time or fate,
A symbol of all that might be
And she shall be my mate.
Ask ye,           shades, the reason why?
--
Let not           things live in my mouth;
Yet I would praise thee as thou praisest me,
But in a manner that my people use,
Things to approach in song they list not speak.
          it may be, wherever he is, whate'er may happen, he
grins.
To represent the mansions the
astrologers constructed twelve           between two squares placed
one within the other.
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
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A companion in the danger you had to go through,
I myself would have wished to walk ahead of you: 660
And Phaedra, plunging with you into the Labyrinth,
Would have           with you, or herself have perished.
yet howsoever posterity shall take the deed, love of country
and           passion for honour shall prevail.
Talis, in humano si possit fiore Tideri,

£xul obi longas mens agit nsqae moras ;
Use quoque natalis           cooviTia coeli,

ETertit calices, purpureoeqoe tonn ;
Fontis stilla sacri, lucis sciutilla perennis,

Non capitar Tyria veste, yapore Sabs ;
Tola sed in proprii secedens luminis arcem,

Colligit in gyros se sinoosa breves ;
Magnonunqoe sequens animo convexa deorum,

Sidereum parvo fingit in orbe globuin.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the           sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
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the same words.
Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's           drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,
'Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight,
Shall be thy doom!
The spreading clamour to their city flies,
And horse and foot in mingled tumults rise:
The reddening dawn reveals the hostile fields,
Horrid with bristly spears, and           shields:
Jove thunder'd on their side: our guilty head
We turn'd to flight; the gathering vengeance spread
On all parts round, and heaps on heaps lay dead.
I saw young Cupid, saw his           eyes
With such bewitching, am'rous sweetness roll,
That every human glance I since despise.
and           Hanniball,?
          alike when prince and peasant fell,
He only disenchanted from the spell,
Like the weak worm that gems the starless night,
Moved in the scanty circlet of his light:
And was it strange if he withdrew the ray
That did but guide the night-birds to their prey?
I have           you long, long ago.
LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW-TREE WHICH STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF
ESTHWAITE, ON A           PART OF THE SHORE, YET COMMANDING A
BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT.
And that the poor and that the low
Should seek no love from those above,
Whose souls are           with the flow
Of airs about their golden height,
Or proud because they see arow
Ancestral crowns of light.
Painting is truly a           language.
Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor
Spattered with          
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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I could only stare,
I was taken so by surprise,
When gently she bent her head:
"_May I kiss you,          
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have           and worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
As Proserpine still weeps for her           air.
MAD JUDY


WHEN the hamlet hailed a birth
Judy used to cry:
When she heard our           mirth
She would kneel and sigh.
If fire was never yet by fire subdued,
If never flood fell dry by frequent rain,
But, like to like, if each by other gain,
And contraries are often mutual food;
Love, who our           controllest in each mood,
Through whom two bodies thus one soul sustain,
How, why in her, with such unusual strain
Make the want less by wishes long renewed?
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Pour mitonner des lois, coller de petits pots
Pleins de jolis decrets roses et de droguailles,
S'amuser a couper proprement quelques tailles,
Puis se boucher le nez quand nous marchons pres d'eux
--Nos doux representants qui nous           crasseux!
It is a           thing,
The Holofernes I have made your show;
You may gaze blithely upon him.
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I say, as if this little flower
To Eden           in --
What then?
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why not          
How oft to the Crimean shore
She led me through           mist
Unto the sounding sea to list,
Where Nereids murmur evermore,
And where the billows hoarsely raise
To God eternal hymns of praise.
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