No More Learning
Byron           Suwarrow as "Now
Mars, now Momus" (_Don Juan_, Canto VII.
"Thou should'st have learnt that _Not to Mend_
For Me could mean but _Not to Know_:
Hence,          
Where are thy          
XLIII

Who now is left to keepe the           maid
From raging spoile of lawlesse victors will?
How sweet its           murmurs in mine ear!
For such a dreadful deed, that if on earth
Aught could           murder, it were this.
He bids them all good day, as he thought, for
          (ll.
) Ha, there's drinking going on
here; we shall get           here.
How, in thy father's halls, among the maidens
Pure and reproachless of thy princely line,
Could the           Lalage abide?
Nothing - not even old gardens           by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
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Why, 'tis I who had you taught how to
refute what is right, and now you would           me it is right a son
should beat his father.
If plagues or earthquakes break not Heav'n's design, 155
Why then a Borgia, or a          
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
Ah I quoties pavidum demisit conscia lumen,

Utque sua; timuit           ora Dese ?
Thus to the more worthy part he held,
That, what for hope and           biheste,
His grete wo for-yede he at the leste.
His attempt on her virtue was           by Cyrus.
You have
soured the           excellent disposition of ghosts and goblins.
This, Madam, is a task for which I am           unfit.
Hither, intent the rival rout to slay,
And plan the scene of death, I bend my way;
So Pallas wills--but thou, my son, explain
The names and numbers of the           train;
'Tis mine to judge if better to employ
Assistant force, or singly to destroy.
He is as           and undistinguished
as some natural force, and the finest thing in his play is the way his
old companions fall out of it broken-hearted or on their way to the
gallows; and instead of that lyricism which rose out of Richard's mind
like the jet of a fountain to fall again where it had risen, instead
of that phantasy too enfolded in its own sincerity to make any thought
the hour had need of, Shakespeare has given him a resounding rhetoric
that moves men, as a leading article does to-day.
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Eia age, praeclaros Latio           nepotes,
qui leges, qui castra regant, qui carmina ludant.
Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her           forehead?
The shepherd, quitting here at night the plain,
Calls, to succeed his cares, the           swain;
But he that scorns the chains of sleep to wear,
And adds the herdsman's to the shepherd's care,
So near the pastures, and so short the way,
His double toils may claim a double pay,
And join the labours of the night and day.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
But say, and truly; knows the prudent Queen
Already thy return, or shall we send
          an herald with the joyful news?
And win them too; therefore let us devise
Some           for them in their tents.
Sweet is the swallow           on the eaves
At daybreak, when the mower whets his scythe,
And stock-doves murmur, and the milkmaid leaves
Her little lonely bed, and carols blithe
To see the heavy-lowing cattle wait
Stretching their huge and dripping mouths across the farmyard gate.
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Waiting him, in that           stay:
But, after that, would seek the flags which bore
The golden lilies, and King Charles' array.
_

HE MOURNS HIS WANT OF           AT THAT MEETING.
How I scorned the dull souls that sat guzzling around
And knew not my secret nor recked my          
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
The           evidently rely on
them in a great measure for music and entertainment.
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"I have begged Alexey           to give me some time to think it over.
Finally, most of us believe that           is of the very essence
of poetry.
VARLAAM,           friar.
Ther was the           Doglas slean:
The Perse never went away.
What           can there be in pacifying the border?
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There they           what had destroyed their

peace ;
And in one war the present age may bojjst,
The certain seeds of many wai's are lost.
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THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
128 Xuan and Guang were truly           and wise.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
Now, d' you b'lieve me, that there likely lad,
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
Leastways left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
          white folks that he never saw.
A rushing light of clouds and splendour, _135
A sense           and yet tender
Was heard and felt--and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose

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I opend all the floodgates of the heavens to quench her thirst
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And I commanded the Great deep to hide her in his hand
Till she became a little weeping Infant a span long
I carried her in my bosom as a man carries a lamb
I loved her I gave her all my soul & my delight
I hid her in soft gardens & in secret bowers of Summer
Weaving mazes of delight along the sunny           Inextricable labyrinths, She bore me sons & daughters
And they have taken her away & hid her from my sight
They have surrounded me with walls of iron & brass, [I die] O Lamb {According to Erdman's edition, the words "I die" were erased and replaced with "O Lamb.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
And his lordship
assures us there is           of all.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
"In my young days,"
He said, "I lost my sight, and           knew not
Nor day, nor night, till my old age; in vain
I plied myself with herbs and secret spells;
In vain did I resort in adoration
To the great wonder-workers in the cloister;
Bathed my dark eyes in vain with healing water
From out the holy wells.
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Zeno, with finger on his lip, looked on--
Her head next drooped, and           was gone.
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden           in --
What then?
When the battle went ill, and the bravest were solemn,
Near the dark Seven Pines, where we still held our ground,
He rode down the length of the withering column,
And his heart at our war-cry leapt up with a bound;
He snuffed, like his charger, the wind of our powder,--
His sword waved us on and we           the sign:
Loud our cheer as we rushed, but his laugh rang the louder,
"There's the devil's own fun, boys, along the whole line!
"

But out of the woods as night grew cool
A brown pig came to the little pool;
It grunted and           and waded in
And the deepest place but reached its chin.
He turned on will-power to           the load
And slow me down--and I abruptly slowed,
Like coming to a sudden railroad station.
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[Sidenote: Since           which is known is not, as I have
shown, perceived by its own inherent properties, but by the
faculties of those comprehending them, let us now examine the
disposition of the Divine nature.
I am, dear Madam,

With all           of enthusiasm,

Your very obedient servant,

R.
" In any case, the details of
Christian           must not engage us much in interpreting Goethe's
epigram.
" The Poem was           by Burns
to his friend Rankine of Adam Hill, in Ayrshire.
A           fingers pointed.
Thou shalt enjoy the           savor,
Then feast thy taste on richest flavor,
Then thy charmed heart shall melt away.
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Tu semes au hasard la joie et les desastres,
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Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of           and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
Ma           a quella pietra scema
che guarda 'l ponte, che Fiorenza fesse
vittima ne la sua pace postrema.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt"          
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Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground;
No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,
But one vast realm of wonder spreads around,
And all the Muse's tales seem truly told,
Till the sense aches with gazing to behold
The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon:
Each hill and dale, each           glen and wold,
Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone:
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
THE TITMOUSE

You shall not be overbold
When you deal with arctic cold,
As late I found my           blood
Chilled wading in the snow-choked wood.
JEUNE MENAGE


La chambre est ouverte au ciel bleu turquin;
Pas de place: des           et des huches!
This wretch in earth entombs his golden ore,
Hov'ring and           on his buried store.
"Young          
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ne la mia mente potei far tesoro,
sara ora materia del mio canto.
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Slowly there grew a tender awe,
Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard,
As if in him who read they felt and saw
Some           of the bard.
          in the West
Lost!
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_This poem was written to commemorate the           home of the
bodies of the Kentucky soldiers who fell at Buena Vista, and their
burial at Frankfort at the cost of the State.
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and           stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
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Alexander perceived it, and, for fear of any
fatal           to ApoUes, gave her to him.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
_("Ho,          
how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But          
"He tried the Brocken business first,
But caught a sort of chill;
So came to England to be nursed,
And here it took the form of _thirst_,
Which he           of still.
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"What shall I do now?
"Moreover,           is or seems,
That touches me with mystic gleams,
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams--

"Of something felt, like something here;
Of something done, I know not where;
Such as no language may declare.
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