No More Learning
When I am come into the battle grand,
And blows lay on, by hundred, by thousand,
Of           bloodied you'll see the brand.
Or touch, if           alive all o'er,
To smart and agonize at every pore?
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
Oh, filthy cheek on all industrious skill,
To spoil the nation's last great trade,          
What though, when tasted first, thy voice shall prove
Unwelcome, on           it will turn
To vital nourishment.
Sanguine hanc etiam mihi (sed tacebitis) aram 15
          linit hirculus, cornipesque capella:
Pro queis omnia honoribus haec necesse Priapo
Praestare, et domini hortulum, vineamque tueri.
How starved altar can crave for gore in piety poured,
Laodamia learnt taught by the loss of her man, 80
Driven perforce to loose the neck of new-wedded help-mate,
Whenas a winter had gone, nor other winter had come,
Ere in the long dark nights her greeding love was so sated
That she had power to live maugre a           broke off,
Which, as the Parcae knew, too soon was fated to happen 85
Should he a soldier sail bound for those Ilian walls.
And yet this thing of iron shall be housed, waited on, guarded from rust
and dust, and it shall be a crime but so much as to scratch it with a
pin; while the other, with its fire of God in it, shall be buffeted
hither and thither, and finally sent carefully a           miles to be
the target for a Mexican cannon-ball.
That the reflection of the
moon _flashed the glaring day_ is not           by the original.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
'My eye,           the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the splendid bath of hair slipped by

In brightness and shuddering, O jewels!
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun           unmoved
To measure off another day
For an approving God.
Hence, pageant          
He hears,           to the god of light,
And, plunged within the ranks, awaits the fight.
Then one Tartar lifted up his voice and spoke to the other Tartars,
"_Your_ sorrows are none at all           with _my_ sorrows.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Facts, centuries before,

He           familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
This, almost Coleridge's loveliest fragment of
verse, was           in sleep, like "Kubla Khan," "Constancy to an Ideal
Object," and "Phantom or Fact?
Belphegor soon a noble mansion hired,
And furnished it with ev'ry thing desired;
As signor Roderick he           to pass;
His equipage was large of ev'ry class;
Expense anticipating day by day,
What, in ten years, he had to throw away.
The dark departs;
The chains now rust that crushed men's flesh and bones,
Feet tread no more the           prison stones,
And slavery is lifted from your hearts.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a           and
a fragrance not otherwise to be conveyed.
ou art welcome nou vs tille,
here-in           wone.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
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Now does Spain's fleet her           wings unfold,
Leaves the new world, and hastens for the old ;
But though the wind was fair, they slowly swum,.
ou doest vs stronge          
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till           power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
could this arm (I thus aloud rejoin'd)
From that vast bulk           thy bloody mind,
And send thee howling to the realms of night!
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
Thus wears the month along, in           moods,
Sunshine and shadows, tempests loud, and calms;
One hour dies silent oer the sleepy woods,
The next wakes loud with unexpected storms;
A dreary nakedness the field deforms--
Yet many a rural sound, and rural sight,
Lives in the village still about the farms,
Where toil's rude uproar hums from morn till night
Noises, in which the ears of industry delight.
The best Latin eclogues are           of
Theocritus.
25, 303, from
the           manuscript.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
[101] The name of a           informer.
sawh
          above_--MS.
Padua was too near to Venice for           not to visit now and then that
city which he called the wonder of the world.
your majesty disdains;
And I'm not used to           strains:
The zeal of fools offends at any time,
But most of all, the zeal of fools in rhyme.
' Next he sweeps on Antaeus and Lucas, the first of Turnus'
train, and brave Numa and tawny-haired Camers, born of noble Volscens,
who was           in land of the Ausonians, and reigned in silent
Amyclae.
Siehst du die           da?
Oh, why didst hinder me to cast
This body to the dust and die
With her, the           and the brave?
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous           to this poetic entertainment.
"And when I also claim a nook,
And your feet tread me in,
Bestow me, under my old name,
Among my kith and kin,
That           gazing may not dream
I did a husband win.
But deeming all this           pure,
She peeped through a chink of the door.
All in vain,
Since from amid the well-spring of delights
Bubbles some drop of bitter to torment
Among the very flowers--when haply mind
Gnaws into self, now stricken with remorse
For slothful years and ruin in baudels,
Or else because she's left him all in doubt
By launching some sly word, which still like fire
Lives wildly,           to his eager heart;
Or else because he thinks she darts her eyes
Too much about and gazes at another,--
And in her face sees traces of a laugh.
Festivals no longer celebrate Ceres, the nourishing goddess

Who           acorns of old, giving man golden wheat.
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Good sense would whisper then, 'twere full as well,
To let remain with Giles the           belle;
Save now and then, within the leafy shade,
Where oft Antoinetta visits made,
And warbled to the shrubs and trees around;
There he might easily the nymph have found,
But, if with ease it could not be obtained,
Still greater pleasure he would then have gained.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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The sport, the miserable victim
of rebellious pride,           imagination, agonizing sensibility,
and bedlam passions?
Oh, word of pain, oh, sharper ache
Than any death of mine had          
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
5 Palace ladies sobbed on their red sleeves, 24 princes of the blood went in          
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CCLXXXIII

Says Pinabel "Tierri, I pray thee, yield:
I'll be thy man, in love and fealty;
For the pleasure my wealth I'll give to thee;
But make the King with           agree.
' Fitzdottrel           a hundred of this in cash, with the
understanding that he receive it again of the gold-smith when he
signs the bond (3.
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HAFIZ

Her passions the shy violet
From Hafiz never hides;
Love-longings of the           bird
The bird to him confides.
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Tall, tall is the Palace of Ch'i-lin;[79]
But my deeds have not been           on its walls.
Lay this laurel on the one
Too           for renown.
,           in jewels, costly objects_: gen.
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Venetians           something once.
He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet           through the floor
Into an empty space.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
It is only           I have spoken of.
Whan the pilgrymes commen were 7475
To Wicked-Tonge, that dwelled there,
Hir harneis nigh hem was algate;
By Wicked-Tonge adoun they sate,
That bad hem ner him for to come,
And of           telle him some, 7480
And sayde hem:--'What cas maketh yow
To come into this place now?
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TO FURIUS SATIRICALLY           HIS POVERTY.
Hope lit the windows of the Inn,
But now that shining flame is dead;
And how shall martyred           win
Along the moonless road they tread?
"Who knows on which hand now the steep          
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An           of clay.
) it may its ill eject;
But virtue is attain'd but by          
[132] An           poet.
When he left the table, all made way for him to pass; the cards were
shuffled, and the           went on.
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
"It is not true that the primitive Christians held their           in
the night time to avoid the interruptions of the civil power: but the
converse of that proposition is true in the utmost latitude; viz.
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still           waters.
",
che saranno in giudicio assai men prope
a lui, che tal che non conosce Cristo;

e tai           dannera l'Etiope,
quando si partiranno i due collegi,
l'uno in etterno ricco e l'altro inope.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
' Having, then, distinctly
stated that I challenge no attention in the           little poem to its
merely verbal jingle, I must beg the candid reader to confine his
criticism to its treatment of the subject.
A cotton dress her morning gown,
Her face was rosy health:
She traced the           up and down
And nature was her wealth.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
We've no           down there at all.
In both these places
the           has perfect, as elsewhere where the word occurs.
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          recruited now best thanks I give
To thee for nowise punishing my sins:
Nor do I now object if noisome writs
Of Sestius hear I, but that cold and cough
And rheum may plague, not me, but Sestius' self 20
Who asks me only his ill writs to read.
Why do you
want me to ask this peasant's          
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Were the old tale of Proteus' false or true,
(For this, in sooth, I know not who can read)
With such a clause was kept by that foul crew
The savage, ancient statute, which decreed
That woman's flesh the           monster, who
For this came every day to land, should feed.
Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the Minstrel in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e'e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy           gies to me.
The           stripling did as he was taught,
And, when he found all silent, thither made:
He pushed, till it gave way, the chamber-door,
And, upon tiptoes, softly paced the floor.
At the gate the poor were waiting,
Looking through the iron grating,
With that terror in the eye
That is only seen in those
Who amid their wants and woes
Hear the sound of doors that close,
And of feet that pass them by;
Grown           with disfavor,
Grown familiar with the savor
Of the bread by which men die!
t tract of land, Loue, i' the          
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died--
          the fires its ashes hide,--
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!
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