No More Learning
Throughout this land no           is left,
But he be slain, or drowned in Sebres bed.
Each day to me seems as a thousand years,
That I my dear and           star pursue,
Who guided me on earth, and guides me too
By a sure path to life without its tears.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
          cræft, 418; þurh
ānes cræft, 700; cræft and cēnðu, 2697; dat.
Our living feet walk on dead ground:
Our high wills           the snares of Fate.
What as a gurgling softly           through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
How his old eye           me,
As one that testeth silver and alloy!
They were contemporaries, and lived both about
Philip's time, the father of           the Great.
Those corpses of young men,
Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets--those hearts pierced by the grey
lead,
Cold and           as they seem, live elsewhere with unslaughtered
vitality.
I deemed our doom afar
In lap of time; but, if a king push forward to his fate,
The god himself allures to death that man          
Nay, too, in           of body, often the mind
Wanders afield; for 'tis beside itself,
And crazed it speaks, or many a time it sinks,
With eyelids closing and a drooping nod,
In heavy drowse, on to eternal sleep;
From whence nor hears it any voices more,
Nor able is to know the faces here
Of those about him standing with wet cheeks
Who vainly call him back to light and life.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
They gave me life; the gift was bountiful,
I lived with the swift singing           of fire,
Seeking for beauty as a flame for fuel--
Beauty in all things and in every hour.
,           at evening, night-enemy_: nom.
HERBERT Dear          
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No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
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Upsala nee priseis impar memoratur Athenis,

JSgidaque et currus hie sua Pallas habet
mine O quales lieeat gperftsse liquores,

Quum Dea praMideat           ipsa sacris !
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They reduced to the simplest           their houses, apparel, and food;
and discarded the load of book-learning which Confucianism imposed on
its adherents.
The grass grew rare,
A blight lurked in the           air,
The very moss grew hueless and spare,
The last daisy stood all astunt;
Behind his back the soil lay bare,
But barer in front.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise           of the poor.
"
He scarce had spoken, when a chill presage
(What warriors feel before the battle's rage,
When in the angry trump's sonorous breath
They hear, before it comes, the sound of Death)
My heart possess'd; and, tinged with deadly pale,
I seem'd escaped from Death's eternal jail;
When, fleeting to my side with looks of Love,
A phantom           than the Cyprian dove
My fingers clasp'd; which, though of power to wield
The temper'd sabre in the bloody field
Against an armed foe, a touch subdued;
And gentle words, and looks that fired the blood,
My friend addressed me (I remember well),
And from his lips these dubious accents fell:--
"Converse with whom you please, for all the train
Are mark'd alike the slaves of Cupid's reign.
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the           solace might implore,
So deep in darkness plods no pilgrim more.
O countless the brave acts, courageousness
Concealed itself from           in the darkness,
Where each, the sole true witness of his blows,
Could not discern whose side fortune chose!
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Has Sanche's blade such art
It works on your           heart?
O warblings under the sun--ushered, as now, or at noon, or          
For it was open to him to cross the Apennines and with his
full strength           to attack the enemy while they were worn out
with cold and hunger.
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And whan she herde him werne hir so, 1485
She hadde in herte so gret wo,
And took it in so gret dispyt,
That she,           more respyt,
Was deed anoon.
He (when Peiraeus ask'd for slaves to bring
The gifts and treasures of the Spartan king)
Thus thoughtful answer'd: "Those we shall not move,
Dark and           of the will of Jove;
We know not yet the full event of all:
Stabb'd in his palace if your prince must fall,
Us, and our house, if treason must o'erthrow,
Better a friend possess them than a foe;
If death to these, and vengeance Heaven decree,
Riches are welcome then, not else, to me.
Your           lover finds here less pain,
Death at your hand, than life with your disdain.
hadst thou strength to match thy brave desires,
And nerves to second what thy soul          
at no day [ne] shal           it.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
LIII

That           draws near to his domain,
He is come down unto the city Gailne.
Their shields clatter, and
earth is amazed under the           of their feet.
Great Dunsinane he           Fortifies:
Some say hee's mad: Others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of Rule

Ang.
more           than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
hadst thou earlier our regions sought,
The world had then confess'd thy           grace!
He, from his face           the gross air,
Oft his left hand forth stretch'd, and seem'd alone
By that annoyance wearied.
Ye men with           white, I warn you--
_Habet_ a whole haymow _in cornu_.
Besides, vile fiends the universe pervade,
Whose constant aim is mortals to degrade,
And cheat us to our noses if they can,
(Hell's imps in human shape,           to man!
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And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
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CIX

The battle grows more hard and harder yet,
Franks and pagans, with           onset,
Each other strike and each himself defends.
"
"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My           in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their luckless race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
EPODE:
An Iacchic melody
To the golden           _60
Will I lift, as erst did I
Seeking her and her delight
With the Maenads, whose white feet
To the music glance and fleet.
For strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
To Theophile Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to           the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
II

SIX weeks our           walked the yard,
In the suit of shabby grey:
His cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay,
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.
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Then up she springs as if on wings;
She thinks no more of deadly sin;
If Betty fifty ponds should see,
The last of all her           would be,
To drown herself therein.
--_A tumble-down inn on the           of Paris by the edge of
the Seine.
We'll soon see
now whither it's your swate silf, or whither it's little Mounseer
Maiter-di-dauns, that           Tracle is head and ears in the love
wid.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
_Carmen           in futurum tempus relegatum.
The finest note in Donne's love-poetry is the
note of joy, the joy of mutual and           passion.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
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Did he not straight
In pious rage, the two           teare,
That were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of sleepe?
I am, with the           respect,
My Lord,
Your Grace's most devoted
And most obedient humble servant,

WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE.
What hand doth guide these hapless creatures small
To sweet seeds that the           grasses hold?
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A           swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
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The artifice of criticism is to detect
what peculiar radiance each element contributes to the whole light; but
this no more affects the singleness of the compounded energy in poetry
than the spectroscopic           of fire affects the single nature of
actual flame.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed
Of the           swain.
Yes, if you will allow me to say so,
I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her,
The same undying soul of earth's, activity's, beauty's, heroism's
expression,
Out from her evolutions hither come, ended the strata of her former themes,
Hidden and cover'd by to-day's, foundation of to-day's,
Ended, deceas'd through time, her voice by Castaly's fountain,
Silent the broken-lipp'd Sphynx in Egypt, silent all those century-
          tombs,
Ended for aye the epics of Asia's, Europe's helmeted warriors, ended
the primitive call of the muses,
Calliope's call forever closed, Clio, Melpomene, Thalia dead,
Ended the stately rhythmus of Una and Oriana, ended the quest of the
holy Graal,
Jerusalem a handful of ashes blown by the wind, extinct,
The Crusaders' streams of shadowy midnight troops sped with the sunrise,
Amadis, Tancred, utterly gone, Charlemagne, Roland, Oliver gone,
Palmerin, ogre, departed, vanish'd the turrets that Usk from its
waters reflected,
Arthur vanish'd with all his knights, Merlin and Lancelot and
Galahad, all gone, dissolv'd utterly like an exhalation;
Pass'd!
Then stand with vs:
The West yet glimmers with some           of Day.
With what do you hope to stir my           heart?
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is           to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,
The           of Darknesse tell vs Truths,
Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.
So that the thing breathes not,           and fell
As woman once resolv'd on such a deed 520
Detestable, as my base wife contrived,
The murther of the husband of her youth.
,           of the heart; brave, bold temper; courage_: nom.
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I stood by the waves, while the stars soared in sight,
Not a cloud specked the sky, not a sail shimmered bright;
Scenes beyond this dim world were revealed to mine eye;
And the woods, and the hills, and all nature around,
Seem'd to           with moody, mysterious sound,
The waves, and the pure stars on high.
He deems it sin to sing, yet not to say
A song--a mighty           in his way.
In two years' time 't had thus
Reached the level of the rocks,
Admired the           world,
Nor feared the wandering flocks.
          as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the penultimate line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
For           is
sometimes peccant, as he is most times perfect.
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
And I will give to thee, my own,
Kisses as icy as the moon,
And the           of a snake
Cold gliding in the thorny brake.
While Ulysses lies in the vestibule of the palace, he is witness
to the           of the women.
Shall worms,           of this excess,
Eat up thy charge?
I have seen him stained with blood and powder,
To a whole army           pain and terror.
Suspended for a moment, still I stood,
With various           oppress'd in musing mood.
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Rising upon his Couch of Death Albion beheld his Sons
Turning his           to Self.
Fish feel the narrowing of the main
From sunken piles, while on the strand
          with their busy train
Let down huge stones, and lords of land
Affect the sea: but fierce Alarm
Can clamber to the master's side:
Black Cares can up the galley swarm,
And close behind the horseman ride.
Ne'er let it come into thy mind that I, fearing
Zeus' anger, shall become woman-minded,
And beg him, greatly hated,
With           upturnings of the hands,
To loose me from these bonds.
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