No More Learning
The grave sage hern thus easy picks his frog,
And thinks the mallard a sad           dog.
And so many           poor?
My heart that sometimes at night tries to confer,

Or name you most tender with           last word

Rejoices in that which whispers none but sister -

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me a sweetness, quite other,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
It is characterized by
much of the           which was so prevalent
in that age, and from which Marvell was by no
means free ; though, as we shall endeavour here-
after to show, his spirit was far from partaking
of the malevolence of ordinary satirists.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
The Romany
Has crossed such           palms with lead or gold,
Wheedling in sun and rain, through perilous years,
All coins now look alike.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
"(67)

At this, the sire           the maid again,
So sadly lost, so lately sought in vain.
_

"On the other side,
          with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
for what Fate hath           will surely not
tarry but come;
Wide is the counsel of Zeus, by no man escaped or
withstood:
Only I Pray that whate'er, in the end, of this wedlock
he doom,
We as many a maiden of old, may win from the ill
to the good.
I was           down the street when I heard myself
called by someone.
BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A           FRIEND

OF THE AUTHOR'S.
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law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Orpheus loked[e]           on Erudice his wijf {and} 3068
lost[e] hir {and} was deed.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
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Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands
In those cold waters was a joy beyond          
And why from           stone, damp moss, and rotten wood
Here, like a toad, suck in thy food?
FUZZY-WUZZY
(Soudan           Force)

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
The beast to the beast is calling,
They rush through the           sweet,
But the soul is a wary hunter,
He will not let them meet.
EATING BAMBOO-SHOOTS

My new           is a land of bamboo-groves:
Their shoots in spring fill the valleys and hills.
Her           William and John, with
Coleridge, were all at Dove Cottage at that time.
Toward the roser fast I drow;
But thornes sharpe mo than y-now
Ther were, and also           thikke, 1835
And breres, brimme for to prikke,
That I ne mighte gete grace
The rowe thornes for to passe,
To sene the roses fresshe of hewe.
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
My friend, thou art good and           and wise; nay, thou art
perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.
Can I prize thee, fair maid, till price above,
Even when I feel as true as          
Another so timid that he must cast down his eyes before the gaze of any
man, and summon all his poor will before he dare enter a cafe or pass
the pay-box of a theatre, where the ticket-seller seems, in his eyes,
invested with all the majesty of Minos, AEcus, and Rhadamanthus, will at
times throw himself upon the neck of some old man whom he sees in the
street, and embrace him with           in sight of an astonished crowd.
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Title: The Daughter of the Commandant

Author: Alexksandr Sergeevich Pushkin

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THE DAUGHTER OF THE COMMANDANT

A Russian Romance

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non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
_15
But mine is the midnight of Death,
And Nature's morn
To my bosom forlorn
Brings but a gloomier night,           a deadlier thorn.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
' 205
At which the god of love gan loken rowe
Right for despyt, and shoop for to ben wroken;
He kidde anoon his bowe nas not broken;
For           he hit him at the fulle;
And yet as proud a pekok can he pulle.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
          Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
CLXVII

The count Rollant sees the           lie dead,
Sees the bowels out of his body shed,
And sees the brains that surge from his forehead;
Between his two arm-pits, upon his breast,
Crossways he folds those hands so white and fair.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
Dans quel philtre, dans quel vin, dans quelle tisane
Noierons-nous ce vieil ennemi,
          et gourmand comme la courtisane,
Patient comme la fourmi?
at herest my bone,
whi           my leoue sone
So long in my house, 477
?
Je sentis a l'aspect de tes membres flottants,
Comme un vomissement, remonter vers mes dents
Le long fleuve de fiel des douleurs anciennes;

Devant toi, pauvre diable au souvenir si cher,
J'ai senti tous les becs et toutes les machoires
Des corbeaux           et des pantheres noires
Qui jadis aimaient tant a triturer ma chair.
          ?
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Death reached out three crooked claws
To still my           pain.
What man is there so much unreasonable,
If you had pleas'd to have           it
With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
To urge the thing held as a ceremony?
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
Thus far sped the sacred           to their holy lord.
"
It would be difficult
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Love and           $1.
Thy           is he,
Earth's Pope,--he hails thee, child!
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Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
          dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
Gray Death saw the           house
And even he passed by--
"They have never lived," he said,
"They can wait to die.
v
All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
e, sire,           strif,
Ioye of him in soule lyf,
crist ?
]

{and} yif he be           {and} wi?
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
          la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il ecoutait grouiller les galeux espaliers.
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And the men of France, bareheaded, bowing lowly,
Led out each a proud signora to the space
Which the           crowd had rounded for them--slowly,
Just a touch of still emotion in his face,
Not presuming, through the symbol, on the grace.
--A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And          
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LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, wild and terrible; for my ears are crowded
with cries of           nations and sighs for forgotten lands.
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Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
ANOTHER corpse a residence had got,
A trifling distance from the gloomy spot;
But very diff'rent, since, by way of tomb,
Enchained on gibbet was the latter's doom;
To frighten robbers was the form designed,
And show the           that rogues should find.
XLV

So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
THE VILLAGE STREET

IN these rapid,           shadows,
Once I walked at eventide,
When a gentle, silent maiden,
Wal ked in beauty at my side
She alone there walked beside me
All in beauty, like a bride.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
XCVII
And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
          OF FRANCE.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of           gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
If, at any time, any very long poem
_were           in reality, which I doubt, it is at least clear that no
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be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with           blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
thou gashed and hairy Lear
Whom the divine           of the year,
E'en pitying Spring, will vainly strive to cheer --
King, that no subject man nor beast may own,
Discrowned, undaughtered and alone --
Yet shall the great God turn thy fate,
And bring thee back into thy monarch state
And majesty immaculate.
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
Ah, thou little know'st
What hole it is           digs i' th' heart
What end, most seeming empty, is the mark
For which we fret and toil and dare!
Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill
The cup           of love, from which my lips are wet.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
Yet I can repeat whole books
that I have read, and poems of some           friends which I have liked
to charge my memory with.
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And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
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(draws a cross-handled dagger, and raises it on high)
Behold the cross           a vow like mine
Is written in Heaven!
Far from ye all--oh, dead,          
Ah,          
"I was also sad, and thinking,
When one day I saw you winking,
And I heard you sniffle-snuffle,
And I saw your           ruffle:
To myself I sadly said,
'She's neuralgia in her head!
Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who           her away.
Babel,
          the first Congress,
gabble-mill.
Wild flowers of the glen,
Caves swoll'n with shadow, where sunshine
Has pierced not, far from men;
Ye sacred hills and antique rocks,
Ye oaks that worsted time,
Ye limpid lakes which snow-slide shocks
Hurl up in storms sublime;
And sky above, unruflfed blue,
Chaste rills that alway ran
From           source a course still true,
What think ye of this man?
This follows, if you will not change your purpose
But undergo this flight: make for Sicilia,
And there present           and your fair princess-
For so, I see, she must be- fore Leontes.
With all my heart,           both!
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