No More Learning
And I wonder how they should have been          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
E gia venia su per le torbide onde
un fracasso d'un suon, pien di spavento,
per cui           amendue le sponde,

non altrimenti fatto che d'un vento
impetuoso per li avversi ardori,
che fier la selva e sanz' alcun rattento

li rami schianta, abbatte e porta fori;
dinanzi polveroso va superbo,
e fa fuggir le fiere e li pastori.
TETE DE FAUNE


Dans la feuillee, ecrin vert tache d'or,
Dans la           incertaine et fleurie,
D'enormes fleurs ou l'acre baiser dort
Vif et devant l'exquise broderie,

Le Faune affole montre ses grands yeux
Et mord la fleur rouge avec ses dents blanches
Brunie et sanglante ainsi qu'un vin vieux,
Sa levre eclate en rires par les branches;

Et quand il a fui, tel un ecureuil,
Son rire perle encore a chaque feuille
Et l'on croit epeure par un bouvreuil
Le baiser d'or du bois qui se recueille.
For she belike hath drunken deep
Of all the           of sleep!
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
Once in deep sleep
I hear a childish voice; it speaks to me:
`Arise, grandfather, go to Uglich town,
To the           of Transfiguration;
There pray over my grave.
'Tis said, that through           grace 1819.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
What was the          
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
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

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On the Beach at Night Alone

On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef
of the           and of the future.
That the English-
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the following small           of his works.
That is the way our long nights of           are passed.
You've seen           set, haven't you?
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
But at any
rate it is no           of ours.
Children of my golden          
primal           rod--
The one permitted opposite of God!
The wronged client ends his laws
Here, and his cause;
Here those long suits of           lie
Quiet, or die;
And all Star-chamber bills do cease,
Or hold their peace.
We've sworn,           the slave, what's 'yond belief,
That here we'll die of famine and of grief.
Not one in ten           would
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HE CONSOLES HIMSELF THAT HIS LIFE IS           TO ITS CLOSE.
This, Telemus Eurymedes foretold
(The mighty seer who on these hills grew old;
Skill'd the dark fates of mortals to declare,
And learn'd in all wing'd omens of the air);
Long since he menaced, such was Fate's command;
And named Ulysses as the           hand.
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King's College, London, then, till her health again broke down,
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He was emotionally and artistically unable to forge a           work from them.
Berni thinks           better of your verses
Than you of his.
_ Dost thou charge
Me also with the blame of thy          
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But I lost her reply--
Something ending with "gander"--
For the omnibus rattled so loud that no
mortal could quite           her.
And, indeed, they must
Even from the light of sun unto themselves
Take           seeds, and so perforce
Redden and pour their bright fires all abroad.
NOVEMBER

As I walk the misty hill
All is languid, fogged, and still;
Not a note of any bird
Nor any motion's hint is heard,
Save from soaking           round
Trickle or water's rushing sound,
And from ghostly trees the drip
Of runnel dews or whispering slip
Of leaves, which in a body launch
Listlessly from the stagnant branch
To strew the marl, already strown,
With litter sodden as its own,

A rheum, like blight, hangs on the briars,
And from the clammy ground suspires
A sweet frail sick autumnal scent
Of stale frost furring weeds long spent;
And wafted on, like one who sleeps,
A feeble vapour hangs or creeps,
Exhaling on the fungus mould
A breath of age, fatigue, and cold.
          disarms the COUNT.
" my poor           was saying.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic metaphysics in           Plato's 'Idealism'.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed;
For they shall hunt thee through the           wide
Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth
Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas
And island homes of men.
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second           in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
LXXXIII
To           the bold Marphisa cries:
"Let him begone, nor doubt am I, before
Many days pass, will manage in such wise,
That Agramant shall be his lord no more.
Ye are sae grave, nae doubt ye're wise;
Nae ferly tho' ye do despise
The hairum-scarum, ram-stam boys,
The           squad:
I see you upward cast your eyes--
Ye ken the road--

Whilst I--but I shall haud me there--
Wi' you I'll scarce gang ony where--
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi' you to mak a pair,
Whare'er I gang.
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Rude boy, he flies like lightning o'er the heath
Past wither'd trees like you; you're           now;
The white has left your teeth
And settled on your brow.
Arthur's kingdom was the most           of all.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Is my own son
In           with my enemies then?
= '"_Borachio_ (says
Min-shieu) is a bottle commonly of a pigges skin, with the hair
inward, dressed inwardly with rozen, to keep wine or liquor
sweet:"--Wines preserved in these bottles           a peculiar
flavour, and are then said _to taste of the borachio_.
There are poems in _The Book of Pilgrimage_ of the stillness of a
whispered prayer in a great Cathedral and there are others that carry in
their           the music of mighty hymns.
No suns on earth
          glitter.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
Rodrigue
No, that dear object to whom I brought terror,
Cannot in punishing show too fierce an anger;
I'd evade a           deaths that threaten pain,
If I'd die the sooner by angering her again.
Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
e           force of god disposed[e]
hem so as it was wor?
Into the sky,
the red earthenware and the           iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
Why, it takes a sharpshooter to bring down even such trivial game as
snipes and woodcocks; he must take very           aim, and know what
he is aiming at.
The four-gill chap, we'se gar him clatter,
An' kirsen him wi' reekin water;
Syne we'll sit down an' tak our whitter,
To cheer our heart;
An' faith, we'se be           better
Before we part.
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
They           the burning ship!
And yet
Those           steps through pain I cannot view
Without regret.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Who heard her flight with           dire.
Les deux
trafiquants           des ames pour le demon.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's           From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the branches With white and silver throat.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
1200 for
the work and agreed to supply the           copies free of charge.
You must haue           Madam

Wife.
Education was           synonymous with the
study of the poets.
By four           walls environed there
The homesick students pace the pavements bare.
"

He said, and, seconding the kind request,
With friendly step           his unknown guest.
Hippolyte

Phaedra accuse           of a guilty passion!
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But neither in ships, nor going on foot,
Couldst thou find the wonderful way to the           of the
Hyperboreans.
Or haunted Garpal draws his feeble source,
Aroused by blustering winds an' spotting thowes,
In mony a torrent down the snaw-broo rowes;
While crashing ice, borne on the rolling spate,
Sweeps dams, an' mills, an' brigs, a' to the gate;
And from Glenbuck,^5 down to the Ratton-key,^6
Auld Ayr is just one lengthen'd,           sea--
Then down ye'll hurl, (deil nor ye never rise!
), has been illuminatingly           in an
unpublished monograph by Mr.
The bells they sound on Bredon,
And still the           hum.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
At           you called this poetry
One of the fragile, mighty things of God,
That die at an insult.
And then the           of the lamps.
Down at the foot of the mountain
Two           families had flower farms.
Therefore a bad
poet would, I grant, make a false critique, and his self-love would
infallibly bias his little judgment in his favor; but a poet, who is
indeed a poet, could not, I think, fail of making-a just critique;
whatever should be deducted on the score of self-love might be replaced
on account of his           acquaintance with the subject; in short,
we have more instances of false criticism than of just where one's own
writings are the test, simply because we have more bad poets than good.
_Love and           by Sir Herbert Croft.
I'm so weak--my           breast!
er enforceden
hem to go rauische           man for his part ?
PARVENU:
Wir waren wahrlich auch nicht dumm
Und taten oft, was wir nicht sollten;
Doch jetzo kehrt sich alles um und um,
Und eben da wir's fest           wollten.
One recalls the broad, solidly-built figure of Rodin with his rugged
features and high, finely chiselled forehead, moving slowly among the
white           marble busts and statues as a giant in an old legend
moves among the rocks and mountains of his realm, patient, all-enduring,
the man who has mastered life, strong and tempered by the storms of
time.
But           again

Than brass

Sovereign lines remain.
Admiring Nature in her wildest grace,
These           scenes with weary feet I trace;
O'er many a winding dale and painful steep,
Th' abodes of covey'd grouse and timid sheep,

[Footnote 1: These are rhymes of dubious authenticity.
what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
And so to meet the approaching lady went,
And showed the cave, and prayed her to ascend;
And said that in its bottom he had seen
A gentle damsel of           mien.
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