No More Learning
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
Yet shall the muses plume his humble bier,
And ever o'er him pour th'           tear;
Though by the king, alone to thee unjust,
Thy head, great chief, was humbled in the dust,
Loud shall the muse indignant sound thy praise--
'Thou gav'st thy monarch's throne its proudest blaze.
"
To whom           Nestor thus replied:(194)
"Gods!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
          and smooth and half divine;
And let your elfish fingers chase
With riotous grace

The purest pearls that softly glow.
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The other shape,
If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joynt, or limb,
Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
For each seem'd either; black it stood as Night, 670
Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,
And shook a dreadful Dart; what seem'd his head
The           of a Kingly Crown had on.
My           lord, I do beseech your Highness
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as           go, --
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
It           an
_Elegie_ by Henry Skipwith on the death of King Charles I, but most
of the poems are early Jacobean, and either the bulk of the collection
was made before this and some other poems were inserted, or it is
derived from older collections.
Alas the day,
What good could they          
Lettor, tu vedi ben com' io innalzo
la mia matera, e pero con piu arte
non ti           s'io la rincalzo.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
          il dit: Je sais les choses,
Et va, les yeux fermes et les oreilles closes;
--Et pourtant, plus de dieux!
Then           the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
Past utterance, and past belief,
And past the blasphemy of grief,
The           of Nature's heart;
And though no Muse can these impart,
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast,
And all is clear from east to west.
My God bless you, my dear friend, and bless me, the
humblest and sincerest of your friends, by           you yet many
returns of the season!
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the Prophets of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's daughters three
Make runes in the           sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
Je n'ai pas oublie, voisine de la ville,
Notre blanche maison, petite mais tranquille,
Sa Pomone de platre et sa vieille Venus
Dans un bosquet chetif cachant leurs membres nus;
Et le soleil, le soir, ruisselant et superbe,
Qui, derriere la vitre ou se brisait sa gerbe,
Semblait, grand oeil ouvert dans le ciel curieux,
Contempler nos diners longs et silencieux,
          largement ses beaux reflets de cierge
Sur la nappe frugale et les rideaux de serge.
But man would mar them with an impious hand:
And when the Almighty lifts his           scourge
'Gainst those who most transgress his high command,
With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge
Gaul's locust host, and earth from fellest foemen purge[ar]

XVI.
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our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
This man his planted walks extends
Beyond his peers; an older name
One to the people's choice commends;
One boasts a more           fame;
One plumes him on a larger crowd
Of clients.
Each verse
falls into two halves           to the forward swing and the recoil
of the dance.
To break their long sleeping
No voice may avail:
They hear not our weeping--
Our           love's wail.
In the snowy winter of 1646, Jonathan Rudd, who dwelt
in the           of Saybrook Fort, at the mouth of the Connecticut,
sent for Winthrop to celebrate a marriage between himself and a certain
"Mary" of Saybrook, whose last name has been lost.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her          
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to           eyes thy shade shines so!
LIV

So up he rose, and thence           streight.
But that Poe had overwhelming influence in the           of his
poetic genius is not the truth.
him at least thy love hath taught to sing,

And he hath been with thee at Thessaly,
And seen white Atalanta fleet of foot
In           and fierce virginity
Hunting the tusked boar, his honied lute
Hath pierced the cavern of the hollow hill,
And Venus laughs to know one knee will bow before her still.
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Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
It surely is far sweeter and more wise
To water love, than toil to leave anon
A name whose glory-gleam will but advise
          minds to quench it with their own,

And over which the kindliest will but stay
A moment, musing, "He, too, had his day!
Ours are the           blows.
Adown the pale-green, glacier-river floats
A dark boat through the gloom--and          
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
He sees the men, whom holiest           bind
To poverty, and love of human kind;
While, soft as drop the dews of balmy May,
Their words preach virtue, and her charms display,
He sees with lust of gold their eyes on fire,
And ev'ry wish to lordly state aspire;
He sees them trim the lamp at night's mid hour,
To plan new laws to arm the regal power;
Sleepless, at night's mid hour, to raze the laws,
The sacred bulwarks of the people's cause,
Fram'd ere the blood of hard-earn'd victory
On their brave fathers' helm-hack'd swords was dry.
at al           & glent as glem of ?
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
CXI
The pale-faced dames and damsels troop, in guise
Of pigeons round the lists, a timid show;
When, homeward bound, from           field they rise,
Scared by wide-sweeping winds, which loudly blow,
Mid flash and clap; and when the sable skies
Threat hail and rain, the harvest's waste and woe:
A timid troop, they for Rogero fear,
Ill matched they deem with that fierce cavalier.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a           sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
[435] They had, as a matter of fact, changed their allegiance
no less than six times since the           of the civil war.
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Flash on his sight the           of the past,
Until his mind's eye paint thereon--
Let scorn like .
Of this,
although extremely indecent in his Majesty, the philosopher took no
notice:--simply kicking the dog, and           him to be quiet.
It is not that yon hoary           beard
Ill suits the passions which belong to youth:
Love conquers age--so Hafiz hath averred,
So sings the Teian, and he sings in sooth--
But crimes that scorn the tender voice of ruth,
Beseeming all men ill, but most the man
In years, have marked him with a tiger's tooth:
Blood follows blood, and through their mortal span,
In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like snowspots oer the           sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
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.
Siris,           of Ninkasi, 144.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Behind his head a palm-tree grew;
An orient beam which pierced it through
Transversely on his           drew

The figure of a palm-branch brown
Traced on its brightness up and down
In fine fair lines,--a shadow-crown:

Guido might paint his angels so--
A little angel, taught to go
With holy words to saints below--

Such innocence of action yet
Significance of object met
In his whole bearing strong and sweet.
But if the test of great poetry is the length and breadth
of its           in the world, then Roman poetry has nothing to fear
from the vagaries of modern fashion.
Her shape arises,
She less guarded than ever, yet more guarded than ever;
The gross and soiled she moves among do not make her gross and soiled;
She knows the thoughts as she passes--nothing is concealed from her;
She is none the less           or friendly therefor;
She is the best beloved--it is without exception--she has no reason to
fear, and she does not fear;
Oaths, quarrels, hiccupped songs, smutty expressions, are idle to her as
she passes;
She is silent--she is possessed of herself--they do not offend her;
She receives them as the laws of nature receive them--she is strong,
She too is a law of nature--there is no law stronger than she is.
Dream yields to dream, strife follows strife,

And Death           the webs of Life.
unless a           notice is included.
Therefore a bad
poet would, I grant, make a false critique, and his self-love would
infallibly bias his little judgment in his favor; but a poet, who is
indeed a poet, could not, I think, fail of making-a just critique;
whatever should be deducted on the score of self-love might be replaced
on account of his intimate acquaintance with the subject; in short,
we have more           of false criticism than of just where one's own
writings are the test, simply because we have more bad poets than good.
So two nights passed: the night's dismay
          and stunned the coming day.
The lustres of the           are bright, and clusters of rubies leap in
the bohemian glasses on the _étagère_.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Think now
She gives when our           is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving.
'

So till the dusk that followed evensong
Rode on the two, reviler and reviled;
Then after one long slope was mounted, saw,
Bowl-shaped, through tops of many           pines
A gloomy-gladed hollow slowly sink
To westward--in the deeps whereof a mere,
Round as the red eye of an Eagle-owl,
Under the half-dead sunset glared; and shouts
Ascended, and there brake a servingman
Flying from out of the black wood, and crying,
'They have bound my lord to cast him in the mere.
Their loss to pay,
Grant to our sons unblemish'd ways;
Grant to our sires an age of peace;
Grant to our nation power and praise,
And large          
Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,
And like           clerk still cry 'Amen'
To every hymn that able spirit affords,
In polish'd form of well-refined pen.
<>, diss' io, < questa fortuna di che tu mi tocche,
che e, che i ben del mondo ha si tra          
Or if you wake your ears for the river's voice,
You hear the chime of fawning lipping water,
Trodden to chattering           by the keels
Of kings' happiness.
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And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
If but a youthful shepherd cross my path,
He singing on the way--I sadly musing,
He in his fields, I in my darksome alleys--
Then my heart murmurs: "O, ye           towers!
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Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
Art thou not          
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In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
Bot on I wolde yow pray,           yow neuer;
2440 Syn 3e be lorde of ?
Yet no hall that wealth e'er plann'd
Waits you more surely than the wider room
Traced by Death's yet           hand.
Thou art--a person of discretion; always
I am glad to commune with thee; and if aught
At any time           me, I endure not
To keep it from thee; and, truth to tell, thy mead
And velvet ale today have so untied
My tongue.
Would all           plain

Could have such joy anew,

As I felt, and feel all through,

For all else but this is vain.
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We who write in English have a more difficult work, for English has
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have to struggle with           phrases and traditional points of
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With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with           I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Herself with this the long procession leads;
The train           slow proceeds.
4 Under the command of Li Siye, earlier described as Su Wu returning from Xiongnu           with the Han standards.
You that woulde faygn the fetyve buyldynge see
Repayre to Radcleve, and           bee.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another,           from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
          is always to be
apprehended when the souls are consigned to us in the usual way.
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