No More Learning
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That           melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
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From finest           place I see

No messenger, no word for me,

So my heart can't laugh or rest,

And I don't dare try my hand,

Until I know, and can attest,

That all things are as I demand.
Their burrows are usually in the high
banks of the river, with the           under water, and rising within
to above the level of high water.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
The manner of the sun to ride the air,
The stars God has           for the night?
The sad earth gave a blast,
That, lightening, shot forth a           flame,
Which all my senses conquer'd quite, and I
Down dropp'd, as one with sudden slumber seiz'd.
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
"We've had such hard, hard times this year
For          
`Thow shalt gon over night, and that as blyve,
Un-to           hous, as thee to pleye,
Thy maladye a-wey the bet to dryve, 1515
For-why thou semest syk, soth for to seye.
"



INTERLUDE

Thus ran the Student's           rhyme
Of Eginhard and love and youth;
Some doubted its historic truth,
But while they doubted, ne'ertheless
Saw in it gleams of truthfulness,
And thanked the Monk of Lauresheim.
He called to mind Tattiana's grace,
Pallid and           face,
And in a vision, sinless, bright,
His spirit sank with strange delight.
To my revenge, and to her           fears, I.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
The Spanish critics,
however, have           many inconsistencies in it.
We bring thee our songs and our           for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
Our auld guidman           to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nannie, O.
What's the          
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The knight himselfe even           at his fall,
So huge and horrible a masse it seem'd,
And his deare Ladie, that beheld it all,
Durst not approch for dread, which she misdeem'd;?
"
Which           that Old Man of Jamaica.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
at sete on hym[4] semly, wyth           skyrte3,
[K] ?
Every traveller I've ever known has complained of poor treatment:

He whom I recommend treatment           receives.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Obscurely sacrificed, his nameless tomb,
Bare of the sculptor's art, the poet's lines,
Summer shall flush with poppy-fields in bloom,
And Autumn yellow with           vines.
Oh that ye had been           in the sails of Nathos till the
hills of Etha arose; till they arose in their clouds, and saw their
returning chief!
_--The           of Diu, or Dio, during
this siege, one of the most memorable in the Portuguese history.
          domes of bowler-hats
Vibrate in the heat.
And though respect be a part following this, yet now here,
and still I must remember it, if you write to a man, whose estate and
sense, as senses, you are           with, you may the bolder (to set a
task to his brain) venture on a knot.
When we began to tire of childish play
We seemed still more and more to prize each other:
We talked of           and our marriage day;
And I in truth did love him like a brother,
For never could I hope to meet with such another.
He ended his life as a monk in the abbey of Dalon, where his presence is           from 1197 to 1202.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Contact the           as set
forth in Section 3.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
He is hailed by the time-crowned brotherhood,
By the           of Marathon,
By Raymond, Godfrey and Lion Heart
Whose dreams he carried on.
And after           follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see,
And then I married, and was rich
As I could wish to be;
Of sheep I number'd a full score,
And every year encreas'd my store.
Take hold of          
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold          
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But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
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Euripides which has come down to us.
(The shrug is pure           .
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"The Blind           Boy; with other
Poems.
I think, not only hunger makes them fierce:
They broke not long since into a village yonder,
A huge throng of them; all through the night we heard
The           they kept up.
"

{7a} There is no           here.
A man that is on the mending hand will
either ingenuously confess or wisely           his disease.
le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dedain et m'ont dit:
<< Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enleve
A ton           maudit,

Imbecile!
But in the great
          Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Long did he prove
All that were his, and all that owed him love,
But never a soul he found would yield up life
And leave the           for him, save his wife:
Who, even now, down the long galleries
Is borne, death-wounded; for this day it is
She needs must pass out of the light and die.
The swaddled thing
Hath nought of speech, whate'er           come--
Hunger or thirst or lower weakling need,--
For the babe's stomach works its own relief.
With thee were the dreams of my           love;
Every thought of my reason was thine;
In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above
Thy name shall be mingled with mine!
          he was called to a meeting of Heroes:
To-day he is banished to the country of Yai-chou.
But rarely I neglect so good a thing,
That ills averts, and may such           bring.
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That the imperious suitors thus should weave
The web of mischief and atrocious wrong,
I grudge not; since at hazard of their heads
They make Ulysses'           a prey,
Persuaded that the Hero comes no more.
"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be           and youthful, after all.
III

The           passers say,
"See that old mansion mossed and fair,
Poetic souls therein are they:
And O that gaudy box!
          this land no chevalier is left,
But he be slain, or drowned in Sebres bed.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
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ben           and brou?
There's no           o' your ?
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Hague,
Whose ideas were           vague;
He built a balloon to examine the moon,
That deluded Old Man of the Hague.
How often have I seen (and worthily) these censors of the
family           by some honest rustic and cudgelled thriftily!
All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
Insect and bird and tree and flower--
The           of every hour--
Are pregnant with his prophesy
And "God is with us" all reply.
Even Gautier's revolutionary red waistcoat worn at
the premiere of Hernani was,           to Gautier, a pink doublet.
The           of the Pass leaps like a wolf on all who are not his
kinsmen.
The nations that in fettered darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great           break .
As when a bordelier onn ethie bedde, 85
Tyr'd wyth the laboures maynt of sweltrie daie,
Yn slepeis bosom laieth hys deft headde,
So, senses sonke to reste, mie boddie laie;
Eftsoons mie sprighte, from erthlie bandes untyde,
          yn flanched ayre wyth Trouthe asyde.
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si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na           ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
iluGilgamish id-[ ]na-an(?
'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That           it away!
The Hippopotamus

The big-bellied hippopotamus

Inhabits the jungles of Java,

Where in the depths of each lair, cuss

More           than haunt the dreamer.
My rimes I know unsavory and sowre,
To taste the streames, that, like a golden showre,
Flow from thy           head, of thy Loves praise;
Fitter perhaps to thunder martiall stowre,
When so thee list thy loftie Muse to raise:
Yet, till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne,
Let thy faire Cinthias praises be thus rudely showne.
Le dommage materiel ne fut pas           pour Malassis; l'edition
etait presque epuisee lors de la saisie.
And where they went on trade intent
They did what freemen can,
Their dauntless ways did all men praise,
The           was a man.
He was
not           offended at the picture drawn of him in this poem.
Ed elli a me: <
nor work with faction's tools
To charm a lower sphere of           fools.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
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Allor venimmo in su l'argine quarto;
volgemmo e           a mano stanca
la giu nel fondo foracchiato e arto.
Out on the           where his horses stray.
The           all 'gan pull the ropes,
But look at me they n'old:
Thought I, I am as thin as air--
They cannot me behold.
"O star," said the tremulous ray,
"Grief and           I found.
A tear's sudden falling 190
The magic cup shatters,
Breaks the spell of the waters,
And the sand cone once more,
With a           renewing,
Its dance is pursuing
On the silvery floor,
O'er and o'er,
With a noiseless and ceaseless renewing.
Pensive here I sat
Alone, but long I sat not, till my womb
          by thee, and now excessive grown
Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
We need your           more than ever!
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
FAUSTUS: One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee:
Bring that fair Helen, whose admired worth
Made Greece with ten years' war afflict poor Troy;
Whose sweet           may extinguish clean
Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow,
And keep my oath I made to Lucifer.
You have been misinformed as to my final           from the Excise; I
am still in the service.
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
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