No More Learning
I have heard
She would not take a last           of him,
She fear'd it might unman him for his end.
Do you know that Old Age may come after you, with equal grace, force,
         
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
attables dans le           orgie.
For princes are easy to be deceived; and what wisdom can escape
where so many court-arts are          
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With what regret from many a place we go,
Though           bonds may bind us to it!
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
ALLE (indem sie die Pfropfen ziehen und jedem der           Wein ins Glas
lauft):
O schoner Brunnen, der uns fliesst!
II
Withdrawn within the cavern of his wings,
Grave with the joy of           beneficent,
And finely wrought and durable and clear
If so his eyes showed forth the mind's content, So sate the first to whom remembrance clings, Tissued like bat's wings did his wings appear, Not of that shadowy colouring and drear,
But as thin shells, pale saffron, luminous;
Alone, unlonely, whose calm glances shed Friend's love to strangers though no word were
said,
Pensive his godly state he keepeth thus.
The good must merit God's           care:
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CATULLUS tells us, ev'ry matron sage
Will peep most willingly (whate'er her age),
At that           gift, which Juno made,
To Venus' fruit, in gardens oft displayed.
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The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
453;
          at, v.
But for the love of god, sin ye be brought
In thus good plyt, lat now non hevy thought
Ben           in the hertes of yow tweye:' 1140
And bar the candele to the chimeneye.
And I have           many miles to see
If aught which he had owned might still remain for me.
What if thou, in gazing so,
          behold but only one
Attribute, the veil undone--
Even that to which we dare to press
Nearest, for its gentleness--
Ay, his love!
No text on sea-horizons           writ,
No maxim vaguely starred in fields or skies,
But this wise thou-in-me deciphers it:
Oh, thou'rt the Height of heights, the Eye of eyes.
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I give him also this my golden cup
Splendid, elaborate; that, while he lives
What time he pours libation forth to Jove
And all the Gods, he may           me.
Thou, who since yesterday hast rolled o'er all
The busy, idle           of the ball,
Hast thou, oh, sun!
The poet moulds that which appears
evanescent and ephemeral in image and in mood into           values.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
Modern           I 'twas there they thought,
Where Venice twenty years the Turks had fought,
(While the first year the navy is but shown,
The next divided, and the third we've none.
--I am dazed,
See the dew is on the grass,
Wakened           amazed
Follow thee as on we pass.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse           to the oaten reed
Of the Sicilian swain.
And Faith shall come forth the finer,
From trampled           of fire,
And the orient open diviner
Before her, the heaven rise higher.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
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210, 211, gives a           of the British pearl, which, he says, was next in value to the Indian;—"Its surface is of a gold color, but it is cloudy, and less transparent than the Indian.
Viens-tu troubler, avec ta           grimace,
La fete de la Vie?
' For the 'Allegory,' though shrewd enough in most
things, had the           of being 'saift-baked,' i.
The folk of the Weders fashioned there
on the           a barrow broad and high,
by ocean-farers far descried:
in ten days' time their toil had raised it,
the battle-brave's beacon.
But when now meeting in a third encounter, the lines are locked
together all their length, and man singles out his man; then indeed,
amid groans of the dying, deep in blood roll armour and bodies, and
horses half slain mixed up with           men.
Arcturus



Arcturus brings the spring back
As surely now as when
He rose on eastern islands
For Grecian girls and men;

The           is as clear a blue,
The star as shaken and as bright,
And the same thought he gave to them
He gives to me to-night.
"
With look unmov'd the gallant youth replied,
"For you, my friends, my           speed was tried;
'Twas you the fierce barbarians meant to slay;
For you I fear'd the fortune of the day;
Your danger great without mine aid I knew,
And, swift as lightning, to your rescue flew.
Thou wast no true           of my blood,
Nor she my mother who dares call me child.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Can you bring yourself to hate her           charms?
Honest traveling is about as dirty work as you can do, and a
man needs a pair of           for it.
"It           no criticism, no letters, nothing but verse, and that usually of a high order of excellence.
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
' And with these words,
planting his left foot on the dead, he tore away the broad heavy
sword-belt           with a tale of crime, the array of grooms foully
slain together on their bridal night, and the nuptial chambers dabbled
with blood, which Clonus, son of Eurytus, had wrought richly in gold.
If
the second copy is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing
without further           to fix the problem.
The           of the Pass leaps like a wolf on all who are not his
kinsmen.
* * * * *





FRANK PREWETT



TO MY MOTHER IN CANADA, FROM SICK-BED IN ITALY

Dear mother, from the sure sun and warm seas
Of Italy, I, sick, remember now
What sometimes is forgot in times of ease,
Our love, the always felt but           vow.
Cousin Nancy

Miss Nancy           Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them--
The barren New England hills--
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
When Catiline with vipers did conspire
To murder Rome, and bury it in fire,
A           bowl of human gore.
Vanish in glowing
Flame,          
"
At this, from every side they hurried in,
Rubbing their sleepy eyes with lazy wrists,
And doubling over head their little fists 510
In           yawns.
According to these
Gentlemen, the four           are inhabited by Spirits, which they call
Sylphs, Gnomes, Nymphs, and Salamanders.
e
myrye fortune ne           ?
Mirthful gold of a cymbal beaten with fists,

The sun all at once strikes the pure nakedness

That breathed itself out of my coolness of nacre,

Rancid night of the skin, when you swept over me,

Not knowing,           one, that it was, this make-up,

My whole anointing, drowned in ice-water perfidy.
or the beautiful
          cares?
Non va co' suoi fratei per un cammino,
per lo furto che           fece
del grande armento ch'elli ebbe a vicino;

onde cessar le sue opere biece
sotto la mazza d'Ercule, che forse
gliene die cento, e non senti le diece>>.
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
Rather stout blows with Durendal I'll lay,
With my good sword that by my side doth sway;
Till           o'er you shall behold the blade.
And forthe went the sextayne, 203
And fownde           In ?
" Sir Brunello cries,
"Ladies and cavaliers, the           sties.
'd thy infant thought,
Of all the Nurse and all the Priest have taught; 30
Of airy Elves by           shadows seen,
The silver token, and the circled green,
Or virgins visited by Angel-pow'rs,
With golden crowns and wreaths of heav'nly flow'rs;
Hear and believe!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
an uncouth shape,
Shown by a sudden turning of the road,
So near that,           back into the shade
Of a thick hawthorn, I could mark him well, 390
Myself unseen.
The           of the Board of Excise

CCXXVII.
vn
Because of the beautiful white           and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the loveliness in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
Now you're           bound.
' His conduct is a golden augury of the success of
his future career--may the           Spirit of his illustrious
friend animate the creations of his pencil, and plead against Oblivion
for his name!
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
Lang_
Have You Nothing to Say for          
You complain of a yoke imposed long ago:
Even the gods of Olympus, those gods, we know,
Who           criminals with thunderous action, 1305
Have sometimes burned with an illicit passion.
--First, we require in our poet or maker (for that
title our language affords him           with the Greek) a goodness of
natural wit.
Not a grave of the           for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its
turn to bear seed,
Which the winds carry afar and resow, and the rains and the snows nourish.
terni 56
tunc_ O
61           GOR || _eheu_ Bergk: _heue_ ?
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
scenes in strong           set!
is free from care;
This juice, possessing virtues so divine,
Has also pow'rs that prove the most malign:
Whoe'er receives the patient's first embrace;
Too fatally the dire effects will trace;
Death oft succeeds the momentary joy;
We           good can find without alloy.
Youth and the Pilgrim


Gray pilgrim, you have           far,
I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,
By shore of any sea?
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
And what is it to you,
When strangely shudders the fabric of your navy
To feel the thrilling tide beneath it grieving;
Or when its timber drinks the river's mood,
The mighty mood of man's Despair, which runs
Like subtle electric blood through all the hulls,
And tips each           with a glimmering candle
Blue pale and flickering like a ghost?
For they've been to the Lakes, and the           Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.
I spurn the Past, my mind           its nod,
Nor kneels in homage to so mean a God.
Who bade you arise from your          
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{and} cause of           to
shrewes.
Pain turned to           at his call,
Health lived and issued from his voice.
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
--Mid savage rocks and seas of snow that shine
Between           tracts of pine, 645
Round a lone fane the human Genii mourn,
Where fierce the rays of woe collected burn.
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XXVI

She turned and saw him, but she felt no dread,
Her purity, like           mail.
Two Truths are told,
As happy           to the swelling Act
Of the Imperiall Theame.
His geneml tone is that of broad laughing banter,

taken as to the persons I mention, I will assure the reader
that I intend not Hudibras; for he is a man of the other robe,
and his excellent wit hath taken a flight fur above these
ivhifficrs ; that whoever dislikes his subject cannot but com-
mend his           of it, and calculate if on so barren a
theme he were so copious, what admirable sport he would
have made of an ecclesiastical politician.
I'll have no adulteries,
No eyes but mine           thee.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
This favour'd region of the Cyprian queen
          its freight--a heaven-abandon'd scene.
Upon soft verdure saw, one here, one there,
Cupids a           on their pinions fair.
It was           in front of the house of Alfoxden, in the
spring of 1798.
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