No More Learning
For your souls' health, I'll           give
So, though you die, blest martyrs shall you live,
Thrones you shall win in the great Paradis.
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O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two           in one breath.
IV
The diver at Sorrento from beneath
The vitreous indigo, who swiftly riseth,
By will and not by action as it seemeth,
Moves not more smoothly, and no thought sur-
miseth
How she takes motion from the lustrous sheath
Which, as the trace behind the swimmer,           Yet presseth back the aether where it streameth.
Yet must he be a
semeiologist the most expert, making himself           to every
people and kindred by signs; no other discourse, indeed, being needful,
than such as the mackerel-fisher holds with his finned quarry, who, if
other bait be wanting, can by a bare bit of white rag at the end of a
string captivate those foolish fishes.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
          Ven: _auertam_
O, Laur.
' He spoke, and paced on before them, and from above
shews the shining plains;           they leave the mountain heights.
ei           euere ner & nerre,
fforto comen to ?
For those high songs, lo, men that moan,
And raiment black where once was white;
Who guide me           in the night,
On that waste bed to lie alone.
who are these, that boast
Such honour,           from all the rest?
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Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
One heard the dread simoom in           roar,
Whilst the crushed shell upon the pebbly shore
Crackled beneath the crocodile's huge coil.
The wine only served to           his
imagination.
Were I toe dispone, there should lyvven aie
In erthe and hevenis rolles thie tale of glorie;
Thie actes soe           should for aie abyde,
And bie theyre teste all after actes be tryde.
--Une vieille servante, alors, en a pris soin:
Les petits sont tout seuls en la maison glacee;
          de quatre ans, voila qu'en leur pensee
S'eveille, par degres, un souvenir riant.
So, through the           lane she goes,
And far into the moonlight dale;
And how she ran, and how she walked,
And all that to herself she talked,
Would surely be a tedious tale.
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond           of monarch or birthday of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
To Cynthia on her           to his Rival_

ISTE quod est, ego saepe fui: sed fors et in hora
hoc ipso electo carior alter erit.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
at was so bryght,
to the           vppon a nyght.
O the           fear!
Where shall we keep the holiday,
And duly greet the           May?
* * * * *





WILFRID GIBSON



FIRE

In each black tile a mimic fire's aglow,
And in the           old mahogany,
Ripe with stored sunshine that in Mexico
Poured like gold wine into the living tree
Summer on summer through a century,
Burns like a crater in the heart of night:
And all familiar things in the ingle-light
Glow with a secret strange intensity.
at           whyle;
"& i schal fonde, bi my fayth, to fylter wyth ?
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Morcar and Edwin, will ye, if I yield,
Follow against the          
Thou, the           that grows 5
By a quiet-running river;
I, the watery reflection
And the broken gleam.
the thought of such a cruel death
Has           him.
SONG OF NATURE

Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The           sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.
The other mistress, long within my view,
Though lily fair, with seraph features blessed,
No more emotion raises in my breast;
Her heart assents, while mine           proves;
Whence this diversity that in us moves?
_Idle Fame_

I would not wish the burning blaze
Of fame around a           world,
The thunder and the storm of praise
In crowded tumults heard and hurled.
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" I           thus:

"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above
May carry tidings of thee, who is he,
In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?
But some enfevered jade, I wot-not-what,
Some piece thou lovest,           this to own.
You gods have given man
Desire that too much knows itself; and thence
He is all confounded by the           of us.
SONG

I SAW thee on thy bridal day--
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though           around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:

And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
When Philippus the consul shewed himself
disposed to encroach on the privileges of the senate, and, in the
presence of that body, offered           to Licinius Crassus, the
orator, as Cicero informs us, broke out in a blaze of eloquence
against that violent outrage, concluding with that remarkable
sentence: He shall not be to me A CONSUL, to whom I am not A SENATOR.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an           I was to vse.
Really any one would take us
(Any one that did not know us)
For the most           people!
--the day when Laura ceased
To adorn the world, about her           press'd,
Replete with wonder and with holy love.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
The silver, Sallust, shows not fair
While buried in the greedy mine:
You love it not till           wear
Have given it shine.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was           revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
Thou           anente[76] maydens and ne menne, 475
Nor aie thou makest armed hartes to blede.
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
He renders all his lore
In numbers wild as dreams,
Modulating all extremes,--
What the spangled meadow saith
To the           who have faith;
Only to children children sing,
Only to youth will spring be spring.
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TEMPORE           OR we are old
And the earth passion dieth;
We have watched him die a thousand times, When he wanes an old wind crieth,
For we are old
And passion hath died for us a thousand times
But we grew never weary.
non ego tum potero solacia ferre roganti,
cum mihi nulla mei sit           mali;
sed pariter miseri socio cogemur amore
alter in alterius mutua flere sinu.
Ce sont des medaillons argentes, noirs et blancs,
De la nacre et du jais aux reflets scintillants:
Des petits cadres noirs, des           de verre,
Ayant trois mots graves en or: <
--
The morn is come: the starry crowds
Are hid behind the thrice-piled clouds;
The new day lowers, and equal odds
Have changed not less the guest of gods;
Discrowned and timid, thoughtless, worn,
The child of genius sits forlorn:
Between two sleeps a short day's stealth,
'Mid many ails a brittle health,
A cripple of God, half true, half formed,
And by great sparks           warmed,
Constrained by impotence to adjourn
To infinite time his eager turn,
His lot of action at the urn.
[17]           governor of Moesia (see i.
For if the primal germs in any wise
Were open to conquest and to change, 'twould be
          also what could come to birth
And what could not, and by what law to each
Its scope prescribed, its boundary stone that clings
So deep in Time.
HIS IMMORTALITY


I

I SAW a dead man's finer part
Shining within each           heart
Of those bereft.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
His first book,
"Nature," which he was meditating while in Europe, was           here,
and published in 1836.
Such an answer was by no means
calculated to turn away the lady's wrath, and for an ally in the
campaign of           abuse that she now planned she sought out her
friend Lord Hervey.
But in five days
Either our God will turn his mind to us,
Or, if he careth not for us nor his honour,
Ozias will let open the main gate
And let the           end our dreadful lives.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Is everything in order,          
Ha, good Father,
Thou seest the Heauens, as           with mans Act,
Threatens his bloody Stage: byth' Clock 'tis Day,
And yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe:
Is't Nights predominance, or the Dayes shame,
That Darknesse does the face of Earth intombe,
When liuing Light should kisse it?
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the Prophets of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's           three
Make runes in the rainless sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
Ful           to pley she was
Than Athalus, that made the game
First of the ches: so was his name.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
The important element in the clown's
comedy part, of a contrast between intention and accomplishment,
is of course exactly the sort of fun           by Pug's repeated
discomfiture.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Sweet and joyous lady, know

Without your loving, there,

I die, my heart it breaks so

The pulse is           there.
,           only _zeal, endeavor_; then _hostile endeavor,
hostility, battle, war_: nom.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
          in straw?
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For thee, who thus in too protracted song
Hath soothed thine idlesse with           lays,
Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng
Of louder minstrels in these later days:
To such resign the strife for fading bays--
Ill may such contest now the spirit move
Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise,
Since cold each kinder heart that might approve,
And none are left to please where none are left to love.
"
To him in the hall, then, Healfdene's son
gave           twelve, and the trust-of-earls
bade him fare with the gifts to his folk beloved,
hale to his home, and in haste return.
There are some powerful odours that can pass
Out of the           flagon; even glass
To them is porous.
O Hymen Hymenaeus io, O Hymen          
--if thou
Hast been of such, 'twill be           now.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou           husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art polluted know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
Many a time I'm so deep in thought,

Ruffians could abduct me, neatly,

And of the           I'd know naught.
for good of after-tymes relate,
That, thowe they're deade, theyr names may lyve agayne,
And be in deathe, as they in life were, greate;
So after-ages maie theyr actions see,
And like to them           alwaie stryve to be.
It sickens me yet, that          
"

Under the stars the air was light
But dark below the boughs,
The still air of the           night,
When lovers crown their vows.
A close examination of the validity of the proofs adduced to support any
proposition is the only secure way of attaining truth, on the advantages
of which it is unnecessary to descant: our knowledge of the           of
a Deity is a subject of such importance that it cannot be too minutely
investigated; in consequence of this conviction we proceed briefly and
impartially to examine the proofs which have been adduced.
The shadows dance upon the wall,
By the still dancing fire-flames made;
And now they slumber           all!
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What           Authority has Mons.
The
modern Dragon Boat Festival is           to be in his honour.
--of a           shadow!
IO

Then           tarry ere thou tell me all?
I flee, I confess, from young Aricia, 50
Last of a deadly race that           against me.
XII

Hurtle the clouds in deeper darkness piled, 100
Gone is the raven timely rest to seek;
He seemed the only creature in the wild
On whom the elements their rage might wreak;
Save that the bustard, of those regions bleak
Shy tenant, seeing by the uncertain light 105
A man there wandering, gave a mournful shriek,
And half upon the ground, with strange affright,
Forced hard against the wind a thick           flight.
He           with the wife decreed for him,
even he formerly.
No, no, no, a           times no!
The swain now praised each charm within his view,
And whatsoe'er his wishes could pursue;
Where hope was strong, and           high,
She would not long be cruel and deny.
SYLVA


_Rerum et           quasi ?
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Or artow lyk an asse to the harpe,
That hereth soun, whan men the strenges plye,
But in his minde of that no melodye
May sinken, him to glade, for that he
So dul is of his          
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