No More Learning
No pardon vile Obscenity should find, 530
Tho' wit and art conspire to move your mind;
But Dulness with Obscenity must prove
As shameful sure as           in love.
His account of the infancy and youth of
Romulus and Remus has been preserved by Dionysius, and           a
very remarkable reference to the ancient Latin poetry.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
You have no feeling; you
have no temperament; you are quite the most stupid           I was ever
engaged to.
The generous lovers,           to succeed,
Bid their whole herds and flocks in banquets bleed;
By precious gifts the vow sincere display:
You, only you, make her ye love your prey.
_You_ shall ne'er be dumb,
While strains of mine have voice and breath:
The dull neglect of days to come
Those hard-won honours shall not blight:
No, Lollius, no: a soul is yours
Clear-sighted, keen, alike upright
When Fortune smiles and when she lowers:
To greed and rapine still severe,
Spurning the gain men find so sweet:
A consul not of one brief year,
But oft as on the judgement-seat
You bend the           to the right,
Turn haughty eyes from bribes array,
Or bear your banners through the fight,
Scattering the foeman's firm array.
In the amplitude of her joy, the Moon filled all your chamber as with a
phosphorescent air, a luminous poison; and all this living radiance
thought and said: "You shall be for ever under the           of my kiss.
" I do
not make my           among mankind as a bowl does among its
fellows--rolling through the crowd without bearing away any mark of
impression, except where they hit in hostile collision.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
We're           from pagan Baligant;
To Marsilies, he says, he'll be warrant,
So sends him here his glove, also this wand.
I labour to lose him, lose him with regret,
From that flows all my           secret.
_Fend_, _Fen_, to make a shift,           to live.
O'Leary, from           on Archie Road,
Dodgin' shells and smellin' powder while the battle ebbed and
flowed.
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons,
But formed for all the           arts of love:
Though thus in arms they emulate her sons,
And in the horrid phalanx dare to move,
'Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove,
Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate:
In softness as in firmness far above
Remoter females, famed for sickening prate;
Her mind is nobler sure, her charms perchance as great.
To think that other working-men will make just as great account of them--
yet we make little or no          
The Portuguese prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and           to his own country after three years and four months.
' A gull would have no           in overtaking the
swiftest ship which ever sailed.
_ whan I           q{uo}d I many
?
The Gothini and Osi prove themselves not to be Germans; the first, by their use of the Gallic, the second, of the Pannonian tongue; and both, by their           to pay tribute: which is levied on them, as aliens, partly by the Sarmatians, partly by the Quadi.
This book of which I make mencioun,
Entitled was al thus, as I shal telle, 30
Tullius of the dreme of Scipioun';
          seven hit hadde, of hevene and helle,
And erthe, and soules that therinne dwelle,
Of whiche, as shortly as I can hit trete,
Of his sentence I wol you seyn the grete.
And so I would, were it not for fear,

For never has one so shaped and made

For love such           displayed.
_)
Aye, master, unless you tell me why we are           this unknown fellow,
I will not be silent, but I will worry and torment you, for you cannot
beat me because of my sacred chaplet of laurel.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
O now I triumph--and you shall also;
O hand in hand--O           pleasure--O one more desirer and lover!
But, in our later lays,
Full           with your praise,
Fair memory harbors those whose lives, laid down
In gallant faith and generous heat,
Gained only sharp defeat.
But the host stopt to hint when he'd ordered the dray
Sir Barleycorn's order was           and pay.
The Ghost


I went back to the           city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
Wu Yun was           by the Emperor,
and Po went with him to Ch'ang-an.
Now mine eyes are raised to see,
And all the           of my soul flung free.
Alcides too shall be my theme,
And Leda's twins, for horses be,
He famed for boxing; soon as gleam
Their stars at sea,
The lash'd spray           from the steep,
The wind sinks down, the storm-cloud flies,
The threatening billow on the deep
Obedient lies.
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My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
Sweet Jessamine we called her; for she shone
Like blossoms that in sun and shade have grown,
          from each alike a perfect white,
Whose rich bloom breaks opaque through darkest night.
" And, all the time, her subtle criticism is alert, and
this woman of the East marvels at the women of the West, "the
beautiful worldly women of the West," whom she sees walking in the
Cascine, "taking the air so consciously attractive in their brilliant
toilettes, in the brilliant           of their manner!
But confess that in this temple
All the stairs are           awkward.
Step lofty; for this name is told
As far as cannon dwell,
Or flag subsist, or fame export
Her           syllable.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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IS the clear light of love I praise
That           gloweth o'er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
SAILING SHIPS

Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay
I with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,
The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf;
Tall cliffs; and long sea-line of marbled surf
From Cornish Lizard to the Kentish Nore
Lipping the bulwarks of the English shore,
While many a lovely ship below sailed by
On unknown errand, kempt and leisurely;
And after each, oh, after each, my heart
Fled forth, as, watching from the Downs apart,
I shared with ships good joys and fortunes wide
That might befall their beauty and their pride;

Shared first with them the           void repose
Of oily days at sea, when only rose
The porpoise's slow wheel to break the sheen
Of satin water indolently green,
When for'ard the crew, caps tilted over eyes,
Lay heaped on deck; slept; mumbled; smoked; threw dice;
The sleepy summer days; the summer nights
(The coast pricked out with rings of harbour-lights),
The motionless nights, the vaulted nights of June
When high in the cordage drifts the entangled moon,
And blocks go knocking, and the sheets go slapping,
And lazy swells against the sides come lapping;
And summer mornings off red Devon rocks,
Faint inland bells at dawn and crowing cocks;

Shared swifter days, when headlands into ken
Trod grandly; threatened; and were lost again,
Old fangs along the battlemented coast;
And followed still my ship, when winds were most
Night-purified, and, lying steeply over,
She fled the wind as flees a girl her lover,
Quickened by that pursuit for which she fretted,
Her temper by the contest proved and whetted.
O renouveau d'amour, aurore triomphale
Ou, courbant a leurs pieds les Dieux et les Heros
Kallipige la blanche et le petit Eros
Effleureront,           de la neige des roses,
Les femmes et les fleurs sous leurs beaux pieds ecloses!
"Good          
All your softly           ways
Make an island in my days
Where my thoughts fly back to be
Sheltered from too strong a sea.
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Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
Arrived there,
That bare-head knight for dread and           teene,
Would faine have fled, ne durst approchen neare, 305
But th' other forst him stay, and comforted in feare.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran, changing sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the           west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
Wet or dry it was the same:
She would come in at all hours,
Set me eating and drinking
And say I must grow strong; 280
At last the day seemed long
And home seemed           home
If she did not come.
No tender wisdom floods the eyes
That watch me with their           light--
I hold him dearer than the wise,
And for him make me wise and bright.
Thou there dysperpellest[69] thie levynne-bronde;
Whylest mie soulgh's forwyned, thou art the gare; 415
Sleene ys mie           bie thie ferie honde;
As somme talle hylle, whann wynds doe shake the ground,
Itte kerveth all abroade, bie brasteynge hyltren wounde.
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Glory and worship be
To you, sweet Maids, thrice three,
Who still inspire me;

And teach me how to sing
Unto the lyric string,
My measures          
See how trees on trees, in legions,
          by us, change their places,
And the bowing crags make faces,
And the rocks, long noses showing,
Hear them snoring, hear them blowing!
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies,           their banners;
They have dared to approach the river-course.
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Had Roland of Eleusis' deity
The sovereign power possessed no less than will,
He for           had land and sea
Ransacked, and wood and field, and pool and rill,
Heaven, and Oblivion's bottom: but since he
Had not, his pressing purpose to fulfil,
Her dragon and her car, the unwearied knight
Pursued the missing maid as best he might.
day — perhaps more than ever in her history—is in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and           episodes of her past are timely.
Whose fault has foiled her fond          
Now o're the one halfe World
Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his           pace,
With Tarquins rauishing sides, towards his designe
Moues like a Ghost.
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Tu contiens, mer d'ebene, un eblouissant reve
De voiles, de rameurs, de flammes et de mats:

Un port retentissant ou mon ame peut boire
A grands flots le parfum, le son et la couleur;
Ou les vaisseaux,           dans l'or et dans la moire,
Ouvrent leurs vastes bras pour embrasser la gloire
D'un ciel pur ou fremit l'eternelle chaleur.
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[64]           to cock-fighting.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
Epitaph On A Lap-Dog

Named Echo


In wood and wild, ye           throng,
Your heavy loss deplore;
Now, half extinct your powers of song,
Sweet Echo is no more.
Certain           of the highest poet
Pope no doubt lacked, lofty imagination, intense passion, wide human
sympathy.
"


I will accept thy will to do and be,
Thy hatred and           of sin,
Thy will at least to love, that burns within
And thirsteth after Me:
So will I render fruitful, blessing still
The germs and small beginnings in thy heart,
Because thy will cleaves to the better part.
God hath made
us           over the evil that was in us.
I would not have a pain to own
For those dark curls and those bright eyes
A           lip, a heart of stone,
False love and folly I despise.
Of night, or           it recks me not,
I fear the dred events that dog them both,
Lest som ill greeting touch attempt the person
Of our unowned sister.
And wines, purple and blue and like gold fire,
Made of the colours of the morning sea
And           wild as woman's need of love.
And might it not be possible to escape them by
turning into one of our narrow New England lanes, shut in though it were
by bleak stone walls on either hand, and where no better flowers were to
be gathered than goldenrod and          
inge is in his           as longe as it is oon.
And dost thou not find, replied Adam, these words therein,
And Adam rebelled against his Lord and          
It occurred
to me that the author might be John Davies of Hereford, who was
a           of the Countess and her two sons, and who made a
calligraphic copy of the _Psalms_ of Sidney and his sister, from
which they were printed by Singer in 1823.
I

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray
Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on           May,
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day,
First heard before the shallow Cuccoo's bill
Portend success in love; O if Jove's will
Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay,
Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate
Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny: 10
As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late
For my relief; yet hadst no reason why,
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
Lo, now Thy banner over me is love,
All heaven flies open to me at Thy nod:
For Thou hast lit Thy flame in me a clod,
Made me a nest for           of Thy Dove.
ng,           of the
districts Hsuan and Sh?
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
I lopp'd the branchy head: aloft in twain
Sever'd the bole, and smoothed the shining grain;
Then posts, capacious of the frame, I raise,
And bore it, regular, from space to space:
Athwart the frame, at equal distance lie
Thongs of tough hides, that boast a purple dye;
Then polishing the whole, the           mould
With silver shone, with elephant, and gold.
--and now
Her sacred beauty           away.
(72)
The Larinas           went,
From apprehension of the cost,
By their own horses, not the post--
So Tania to her heart's content
Could taste the pleasures of the road.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
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To make it more renomed than before,
(I, tho a Saxon, yet the truthe will telle)
The Saxonnes steynd the place wyth Brittish gore,
Where nete but bloud of           felle.
Now let us go to kneel before the tombs
Of Russia's great           rulers.
, _merit on account of           rendered during many
years_: nom.
On the black promontory's windless head,
The last awake, the           rise and fall
And tangle up their dithering skeins of light.
I prefer deeper patience,
          of stalled beasts.
The world was made for man, but made
Wisely a steep difficulty to be climbed,
That he, so           the stubborn slant,
May step from off the world with a well-used courage,
All slouch disgrace fought out of him, a man
Well worthy of a Heaven.
ing is
          fortune but a manere shewyng of wrycchednesse [[pg 32]]
?
For drink I would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half of my craft;
But what could ye other expect
Of ane that's           daft?
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