No More Learning
(how I watch'd you through the smoke of battle          
"

Queen Gulnaar's daughter two spring times old,
In blue robes           with tassels of gold,

Ran to her knee like a wildwood fay,
And plucked from her hand the mirror away.
"

CORYDON
"The junipers and prickly           stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
'75'

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SISTER JANE


WHEN Sister Jane, who had           a child,
In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled
Her sister-nuns around the lattice pressed;
On which the abbess thus her flock addressed:
Live like our sister Jane, and bid adieu
To worldly cares:--have better things in view.
"

And instantly the seven young Guinea Pigs rushed with such extreme force
against the lettuce-plant, and hit their heads so vividly against its
stalk, that the concussion brought on directly an           transitional
inflammation of their noses, which grew worse and worse and worse and
worse, till it incidentally killed them all seven.
you whose           strawberry-crammed

Are mingling with a flock of docile lambs

Everywhere grazing vows bleating joy the while,

Name me.
Then Summer           long; and honey flowed
Out of the rocks, the wild bees' safe abode.
I have been           for my store:
Let me say grace when there's no more.
Phyllis to Demophoon_

HOSPITA, Demophoon, tua te Rhodopeia Phyllis
ultra           tempus abesse queror.
ere was establissed or cried greuous
{and} inplitable           ?
Long was he spurned,
and worthless by Geatish           held;
him at mead the master-of-clans
failed full oft to favor at all.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Ah gallant injur'd chief,
Not thy own sorrows give the           grief.
To this sphere of relaxation and restfulness in which the objects are
static and are changed only as the surrounding atmosphere affects them,
the second phase in the poet's development adds another element, which
later was to grow into dimensions so powerful, so           breaking
beyond the limitations of simple expression in words that it could only
find its satisfaction in a dithyrambic hymn to the work of the great
plastic artist of our time, to the creations of Auguste Rodin.
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs
Were twisted, gracefu', round her brows;
I took her for some Scottish Muse,
By that same token;
And come to stop those           vows,
Would soon been broken.
Having thus           the circuit of this fortress, both within and
without, I went no farther by the wall for fear that I should become
wall-eyed.
And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
And I know a grove
Of large extent, hard by a castle huge
Which the great lord           not: and so
This grove is wild with tangling underwood,
And the trim walks are broken up, and grass,
Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths.
XI

Hamburg

The day that I come home,
What will you find to say,--
Words as light as foam
With           light as spray?
On this the           put his head
out of the splash-churn, which was amongst the household stuff, and
said, 'Ay, we're flitting'.
A vestal turf,           in earthen ware.
Some, as thou seest, are number'd with the dead,
And some the bitter drops of sorrow shed
Through           life, by viewless tangles bound,
That link the soul, and chain it to the ground.
For certes, though he raged and wept,
His majesty, like all, close shelter kept,
Solicitous to live, holding his breath
Specially           to the realm.
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud

Depth of basalt and lavas

By even the enslaved echoes

Of a trumpet without power

What sepulchral shipwreck (you

Know it, slobbering there, foam)

Among hulks the supreme one

Flattened the naked mast too

Or that which, furious mistake

Of some noble ill-fate

All the vain abyss spread wide

In the so-white hair's trailing

Would have drowned miser-like

The           flank of some Siren.
* Fairfax I know, and long ere this

* Have mark'd the youth, and what he is ;

* But can he such a rival seem,

* For whom you heaven should           ?
Fierce on his rattling chariot Hector came:
His eyes like Gorgon shot a           flame
That wither'd all their host: like Mars he stood:
Dire as the monster, dreadful as the god!
The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pair of boots--but the worst of it was
He had wholly           his name.
{and}           ?
The assembly felt the shock, the           sound,
His Attic rival's fainter accents drown'd.
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Till the evening, nearing,
One the           drew --
Quick!
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My           within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.
But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its wavering fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning           to shut me from God.
When thou art mother,
Ne'er let thy           out of sight to play!
Auguration
Silvery           I saw flying,
Swallows snow and silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes hot and light.
No law less than           owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,
threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on
the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide           toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer, profound prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of           and triumph.
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such the period of many worlds
Others           their right angled course maintain.
Myro's Heifer_

BVCVLA sum caelo           facta Myronis
aerea: nec factam me puto sed genitam.
An           feature in his character was his unalterable
attachment to his aged nurse, a sentiment which we find reflected
in the pages of _Eugene Oneguine_ and elsewhere.
"Let little           come to Me,
And do not thou forbid them.
The French, to their credit be it said, to a certain extent
respected the Indians as a separate and independent people, and spoke
of them and           themselves with them as the English have never
done.
And           gan him the lettre take,
And seyde, `Pardee, god hath holpen us;
Have here a light, and loke on al this blake.
at hy3e tyde,
&           his bur3 with his bele chere.
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Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token
From friend to friend of an           pain.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
"
"Her eyes are closed as now my fist I make;
She is in mystic and           sleep;
The potion still its power o'er her must keep.
Hers are the 'forms
more real than living man,' and hers the great archetypes, of which
things that have existence are but           copies.
There is a charm,
A certain           in the atmosphere,
That all men feel, and no man can describe.
The happiness devised with so much labour
I have, perchance,           for ever.
And on
Antiphates first, for first he came, the bastard son of mighty Sarpedon
by a Theban mother, he hurls his javelin and strikes him down; the
Italian cornel flies through the yielding air, and,           the gullet,
runs deep into his breast; a frothing tide pours from the dark yawning
wound, and the steel grows warm where it pierces the lung.
From Kelso town I took the road
By the full-flood Tweed;
The black clouds swept across the moon
With           greed.
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
A Negress

Possessed by some demon now a negress

Would taste a girl-child saddened by strange fruits

Forbidden ones too under the ragged dress,

This glutton's ready to try a trick or two:

To her belly she twins two fortunate tits

And, so high that no hand knows how to seize her,

Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs

Just like a tongue           in pleasure.
CHORUS

Ruthless thy craving is--
Craving for kindred and forbidden blood
To be outpoured--a sacrifice imbrued
With sin, a bitter fruit of           enmities!
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy           that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.
Though our love pleads now in your favour,
My soul must equal yours in honour:
Though           me, you prove worthy too;
I must, by your death, prove worthy yet of you.
In all this poverty what          
For           that was the heaviest sorrow
of all that had laden the lord of his folk.
Si come neve tra le vive travi
per lo dosso d'Italia si congela,
soffiata e stretta da li venti schiavi,

poi, liquefatta, in se stessa trapela,
pur che la terra che perde ombra spiri,
si che par foco fonder la candela;

cosi fui sanza lagrime e sospiri
anzi 'l cantar di quei che notan sempre
dietro a le note de li etterni giri;

ma poi che 'ntesi ne le dolci tempre
lor compatire a me, par che se detto
avesser: 'Donna, perche si lo          
a south-south-wester, which seemed light,
In the beginning, while the sun was high,
And afterwards increased in force t'wards night,
Raised up the sea against them           high;
With such dread flashes, and loud peals of thunder,
As Heaven, to swallow all in fire, would sunder.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
O could a girl not nestle snug and happy
Against a neck, with such hair           her!
A flowery          
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Endless ages shall cherish your fame,
          in their echoing songs!
When I am in trouble eating is the only thing that           me.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself           God.
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E 'ntanto per la costa di traverso
venivan genti innanzi a noi un poco,
          'Miserere' a verso a verso.
'Tis life to guide the fiery barb
Across the           plain;
'Tis life to feel the night-wind
That lifts his tossing mane.
The manner of the sun to ride the air,
The stars God has           for the night?
Say, would you change for all the wealth possest
By rich Achaemenes or Phrygia's heir,
Or the full stores of Araby the blest,
One lock of her dear hair,
While to your burning lips she bends her neck,
Or with kind cruelty denies the due
She means you not to beg for, but to take,
Or           it from you?
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To gete him love also ben free,
Or ellis he is not wyse ne sage
No more than is a gote ramage.
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We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
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When by subtle Ulysses' malice (no unknown
tale do I tell) [91-124]he left the upper regions, my shattered life
crept on in darkness and grief, inly           at the fate of my
innocent friend.
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Whoso knew the virtues that are knit therein would
          it more highly.
She is           charite
That is ay fals, and semeth wele,
So turneth she hir false whele
Aboute, for it is no-thing stable, 645
Now by the fyre, now at table;
Ful many oon hath she thus y-blent.
Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linen--

Just as a nursemaid might,           up to her bed.
I WHO e're while the happy Garden sung,
By one mans           lost, now sing
Recover'd Paradise to all mankind,
By one mans firm obedience fully tri'd
Through all temptation, and the Tempter foil'd
In all his wiles, defeated and repuls't,
And Eden rais'd in the wast Wilderness.
' The           of the _NED.
_The Scene is laid in the           of Argos.
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
So that when this tradition           at all, it
survives in a form very different from what it was in the beginning.
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