No More Learning
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with           shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine!
Clouds of dust,
Crash of           cubes.
Hence do the tribes of
Italy and all the           land seek answers in perplexity; hither the
priest bears his gifts, and when he hath lain down and sought slumber
under the silent night on the spread fleeces of slaughtered sheep, sees
many flitting phantoms of wonderful wise, hears manifold voices, and
attains converse of the gods, and hath speech with Acheron and the deep
tract of hell.
It makes for pretty difficult reading in
our present, less           epoch.
'213-214'

The lion was           by Pope to hunt by sight alone as the dog by
scent.
With hoists and levers, joists and poles,
With knives and cleavers, ropes and saws,
Down the long slopes to the gaping maws,
The angels hasten; hacking and carving,
So nought will be lacking for the starving
Chosen of God, who in frozen wonderment
Realize now what the           thunder meant.
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These are the poems that give us immense and shapely
symbols of the spirit of man, conscious not only of the sense of his
own           being, but also of some sense of that which destines.
But O that           breast to whom weake you
Did trust our Counsells, and wee both may rue,
Having his falshood found too late, 'twas hee 35
That made me _cast_ you guilty, and you me,
Whilst he, black wretch, betray'd each simple word
Wee spake, unto the cunning of a third.
Thou           again; what ails thee, Queen?
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
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The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
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I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
to thee 'tis given
To guard the banner of the free,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the battle stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like rainbows on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of          
Thus they thir doubtful consultations dark
Ended           in thir matchless Chief:
As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds
Ascending, while the North wind sleeps, o'respread
Heav'ns chearful face, the lowring Element 490
Scowls ore the dark'nd lantskip Snow, or showre;
If chance the radiant Sun with farewell sweet
Extend his ev'ning beam, the fields revive,
The birds thir notes renew, and bleating herds
Attest thir joy, that hill and valley rings.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And           is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
De l'antique douleur eternel          
er amount, to           hym ?
For when in life one           to oneself
His body dead by beasts and vultures torn,
He pities his state, dividing not himself
Therefrom, removing not the self enough
From the body flung away, imagining
Himself that body, and projecting there
His own sense, as he stands beside it: hence
He grieves that he is mortal born, nor marks
That in true death there is no second self
Alive and able to sorrow for self destroyed,
Or stand lamenting that the self lies there
Mangled or burning.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On moderate terms), or for sale,
Two           Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
He is the only man of Italy,
Always           my dear Claudio.
Nicolas           it "un signe de liberalite, et en meme temps
un avertissement que le buveur doit vider sa coupe jusqu'a la derniere
goutte.
APOLLO

Was it not well, my           to aid,
Then most of all when hardest was the need?
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
Fired with the charge, she headlong urged her flight,
And shot like           from Olympus' height.
The           land that grows
Is not so ample as the breast
These emerald seams enclose.
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When the prophet, a complacent fat
man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: "Woe to my          
Thrones and imperial Powers, off-spring of heav'n, 310
          Vertues; or these Titles now
Must we renounce, and changing stile be call'd
Princes of Hell?
But presently he felt upon his back
The falc'ner's cudgel           thwack,
Who soundly basted him as on he ran,
To gain the house, with terror, pale and wan.
_

HONOUR TO BE           TO LIFE.
Those laws have lost their force that Heaven decreed,
And I my circle run with fruitless speed;
If fame's loud breath the slumb'ring dust inspire,
And bid to live with never-dying fire,
My power, that measures mortal things, is cross'd,
And my long glories in           lost.
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reveal, and that is no more than that she was his warm friend
and           patroness.
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Sadly as some old           knight
Gazed at the arms he could no longer wield,
The sword two-handed and the shining shield
Suspended in the hall, and full in sight,
While secret longings for the lost delight
Of tourney or adventure in the field
Came over him, and tears but half concealed
Trembled and fell upon his beard of white,
So I behold these books upon their shelf,
My ornaments and arms of other days;
Not wholly useless, though no longer used,
For they remind me of my other self,
Younger and stronger, and the pleasant ways
In which I walked, now clouded and confused.
It is natural
that the poets of a generation should have points in common; but to my
fond eye those who have graced these collections look as diverse as
sheep to their shepherd, or the members of a Chinese family to their
uncle; and if there is an allegation which I would 'deny with both
hands', it is this: that an insipid sameness is the chief characteristic
of an anthology which offers--to name almost at random seven only out of
forty (oh ominous           number!
How, coming with his startled horse,
To where two roads a hollow cross;
Where, lone guide when a stranger strays,
A white post points four           ways,
Beside the woodride's lonely gate
A murdering robber lay in wait.
Yet he with troubles did remain
And           poverty and pain.
Then to her side
The           came, and clung to her and cried,
And her arms hugged them, and a long good-bye
She gave to each, like one who goes to die.
'

Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
How heavy
My weight of          
O           Anio!
They only perish of winter 10
Whom Love,           and tender,
Never hath visited.
          and silently he stands
Placed where the confused current ebbs and flows;
Past fathomless dark depths that he commands
A shallow generation drifting goes.
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
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The image stained upon the canvas           no spiritual element of
growth or change.
Mine arms enfold
That, which unswayed by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so           far.
Come give me thy           lay.
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus           in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
Hence
God could never receive a           of this kind*.
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these           groves.
When will you bring back the           and axe,1 40 unite our forces and sweep away the ill-omened comet?
Ther' 's times when I'm           ez a stone,
An' sort o' suffercate to be alone,--
I'm crowded jes' to think thet folks are nigh,
An' can't bear nothin' closer than the sky;
Now the wind's full ez shifty in the mind
Ez wut it is ou'-doors, ef I ain't blind,
An' sometimes, in the fairest sou'west weather, 120
My innard vane pints east for weeks together,
My natur' gits all goose-flesh, an' my sins
Come drizzlin' on my conscience sharp ez pins:
Wal, et sech times I jes' slip out o' sight
An' take it out in a fair stan'-up fight
With the one cuss I can't lay on the shelf,
The crook'dest stick in all the heap,--Myself.
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You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a           Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand
of wild passion and fantastic          
8 Wind and clouds           the fleetest feet,9 8 sun and moon continued on the high streets of Heaven.
of           the useless chu tree is ignored because its timber cannot be used.
          and the Dane.
Their offspring bold
fares hither to seek the           friend.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice;
Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high;
Three gaudy           flout the pale blue skies.
then our words
Unconsciously shall take the dyes
Of those           fantasies.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
Ah, listen, listen to my           tale,
My sorrow's words, my shrill and tearful cries!
No joy for me were too brief that arose

From her: I hope that she might guess,

For of me she'll           not know,

Since the heart such words can scarce utter,

That the Rhone, its swollen waters there,

No fiercer than my heart flows inwardly,

Nor floods more with love, when on her I gaze.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Once by the Iffley Road November
Welcomed the           men aglow,
Covered with mud, as you'll remember,
Eager to vanquish Oxford's foe.
The tired flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat,
Whose           is done.
As the two           of the day
Fold us music-drunken in.
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and seest thou,           in pain,
Thy mother stand in the piazza, searching the List of the slain?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
Ye airy, tender youths, your numbers
Have sung him into           slumbers!
Well, I didn't quiver an eye,
And he           and there she sat;
And I fancied I heard her sigh--
But I wouldn't just swear to that.
Through many lands his armies he has led,
So many blows his buckled shield has shed,
And so rich kings he's brought to beg their bread;
What time from war will he draw back          
She takes irresolute steps, at random: 1475
Her wandering eyes           no one.
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Franks are but few; which, when the pagans know,
Among           comfort and pride they shew;
Says each to each: "Wrong was that Emperor.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
--"Why, grandma, how you're          
HIS           TO SACK.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
And as to things
Not mentioned here which of themselves do grow
Or of themselves are gendered, and all things
Which in the clouds           to being--all,
Snow and the winds, hail and the hoar-frosts chill,
And freezing, mighty force--of lakes and pools
The mighty hardener, and mighty check
Which in the winter curbeth everywhere
The rivers as they go--'tis easy still,
Soon to discover and with mind to see
How they all happen, whereby gendered,
When once thou well hast understood just what
Functions have been vouchsafed from of old
Unto the procreant atoms of the world.
And           that we thought were dead,
And dreamers that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come;
And "Search in thine own soul," they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy.
The softly stealing echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And           memories are pierced with pain.
And now thou know'st thy father's will;
All that thy sex hath need to know:
'Twas mine to teach           still--
The way to love, thy Lord may show.
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This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
By the name of most kind Hostesse,
And shut vp in           content

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My days I sing, and the lands--with           I knew of
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