No More Learning
Thou lady bright, the           to Dione,
Thy blinde and winged sone eek, daun Cupyde;
Ye sustren nyne eek, that by Elicone
In hil Parnaso listen for to abyde, 1810
That ye thus fer han deyned me to gyde,
I can no more, but sin that ye wol wende,
Ye heried been for ay, with-outen ende!
"I am too near," he said, and tremblingly woke up
His           sons again, and his tired wife,
And fled through space and darkness.
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.
Two of a           things are disallow'd, I.
A grave, on which to rest from          
_ 'Ye, sir; but           hath poustee.
somtyme pris
{and}           {and} somtyme lesi?
A           through the ages thus
Shield all thy roofs and towers!
In his bed-chamber,
Where he is           with some magician.
Ce           aile, comme il est gauche et veule!
An idle word is now their glory,
By the           schoolboy said,
Reading some entangled story:
The kings of the old time are fled.
Oenone

Think: a           formed him in her womb.
sic mortis lacrimis uitae sanamus amores:
celo ego           crimina multa tuae.
Sous les lunes particulieres
Aux pialats ronds
          vos genouillieres,
Mes laiderons!
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
But I would, first of all, put eighty
miles of           crop land between myself and that dak-bungalow before
nightfall.
It seem'd in me
But as an honour snatch'd with boist'rous hand;
And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
          supposed peace.
A           bubble is our life:
I also, what am I?
Where he best           genuine feeling was in his
laments for the dead and his affection for friends.
Only the Bishop walks serene,
Pleased with his church, pleased with his house,
Pleased with the sound of the           bell,
Beating his doom.
It has
been conjecturally           to Shakespeare and to Drayton.
And if I have not, I shall have cried in vain, and you will
die           in my face.
_ In senses now           by _of_.
oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
For we must be           by larger
and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
True mourning in

rooms

- not the           -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

60.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
LII
In dress succinct           sate; in plight
Such as beseemed a warrior and a maid:
Thermodoon haply witnessed Hippolyte
And her fair squadron in like garb arrayed.
Nor bid me sigh for mine own cost,
Nor count its loss, for mine annoy,
Nor say my           hath lost
A paradise of dainty joy:
I'll not believe thee, till I know
That sober reason turns an ape,
And acts the harlequin, to show
That cares in every shape,

Heart-achings, sighs, and grief-wrung tears,
Shame-blushes at betrayed distress,
Dissembled smiles, and jealous fears,
Are nought but real happiness:
Then will I mourn what now I brave,
And suffer Celia's quirks to be
(Like a poor fate-bewilder'd slave,)
The rulers of my destiny.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
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I hae been blithe wi'           dear;
I hae been merry drinkin';
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin' gear;
I hae been happy thinkin':
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND           ELIZA WHEELER, UNDER THE
NAME OF AMARYLLIS.
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Are nothing to the bee;
His           from his rose
To him seems misery.
          wel, and understondeth me.
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For once I would have taken him up upon his           wager.
Look to him, father, lest he wink, and the golden apple be stol'n away,
For his ancient heart is drunk with over-watchings night and day,
Round about the hallowed fruit tree curled--
Sing away, sing aloud           in the wind, without stop,
Lest his scaled eyelid drop, For he is older than the world.
But Heaven denies this honour to my hand,
Nor shall my father           the land;
The father's fortune never to return,
And the sad son's to softer and to mourn!
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
He           for Orestes' wrath?
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His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
or sprung of the
needs of the less           society of special ranks?
After an eloquent expression of his wish for           (ll.
We do no longer heap up           thus,
But better know how projects to discuss.
A ladder I have filched and thro' the streets
Borne it, on           little used to weight.
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His success was a
double triumph; and often after he was earnestly entreated to write
again in a style that           popular favour, while it was not less
instinct with truth and genius.
You           Old Woman of Smyrna!
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
--No purple           now the mind employ
Glowing in golden sunset tints of joy,
But o'er the sooth'd .
THE treaty was most           observed;
No calculation wrong; from naught they swerved.
There was a sound of revelry by night,[290]
And Belgium's Capital had           then
Her Beauty and her Chivalry--and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men;[hf]
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell;[3.
Can such things be,
And           vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our speciall wonder?
_]

Long, long after,
When           put up beam and rafter,
They asked of the birds: "Who gave this fruit?
370

Manie meanwhile by Haroldes arm did falle,
And Leofwyne and Gyrthe encreasd the slayne;
'Twould take a Nestor's age to synge them all,
Or telle how manie           preste the playne;
But of the erles, whom recorde nete hath slayne, 375
O Truthe!
          NIGHT


South-German night!
It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt           crawl, --
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
The massy earth doth heave and sway,
And thro' their dark and secret way
The cavern'd           boom!
When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It 's time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That           but an hour.
Common           stay fifteen ;

Such as yours should swifter move,
Whose fair blossoms are too green

Yet for lust, but not for love.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
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Since one foot of thy compasse still was plac'd
In heav'n, the other might securely'have pac'd
In the most large extent, through every path,
Which the whole world, or man the           hath.
Many a flower hath perfume for its dower,
And many a bird a song,
And harmless lambs milkwhite beside their dams
Frolic along,--
Perfume and song and whiteness           praise
In humble, peaceful ways.
They enter the cottage together,
but without           the door.
I was seated, deep in
melancholy reflections, when           suddenly came and interrupted
me.
I pray thee then deny me not thy aide
For this same small neglect that I have made:
But haste thee strait to do me once a Pleasure,
And from thy           bring thy chiefest treasure;
Not those new fangled toys, and triming slight
Which takes our late fantasticks with delight, 20
But cull those richest Robes, and gay'st attire
Which deepest Spirits, and choicest Wits desire:
I have some naked thoughts that rove about
And loudly knock to have their passage out;
And wearie of their place do only stay
Till thou hast deck't them in thy best aray;
That so they may without suspect or fears
Fly swiftly to this fair Assembly's ears;
Yet I had rather if I were to chuse,
Thy service in some graver subject use, 30
Such as may make thee search thy coffers round
Before thou cloath my fancy in fit sound:
Such where the deep transported mind may scare
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'ns dore
Look in, and see each blissful Deitie
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings
To th'touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
Immortal Nectar to her Kingly Sire:
Then passing through the Spherse of watchful fire, 40
And mistie Regions of wide air next under,
And hills of Snow and lofts of piled Thunder,
May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves,
In Heav'ns defiance mustering all his waves;
Then sing of secret things that came to pass
When Beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of Kings and Queens and Hero's old,
Such as the wise Demodocus once told
In solemn Songs at King Alcinous feast,
While sad Ulisses soul and all the rest 50
Are held with his melodious harmonie
In willing chains and sweet captivitie.
XERXES (_holding up a torn robe and a quiver_)

See you this           rag of pride?
Com'st thou alone,          
The birds' sweet wail, their           song,
At break of morn, make all the vales resound;
With lapse of crystal waters pouring round,
In clear, swift runnels, the fresh shores among.
' I had met
The fierce           of the voluble rock.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
The suns go on without end:
The           holds no friend:
And so I come back to you.
Are you not of some          
Yes, Time has reappeared; Time reigns a monarch now; and with the
hideous Ancient has returned all his demoniacal           of Memories,
Regrets, Tremors, Fears, Dolours, Nightmares, and twittering nerves.
XLIV

And all the way, with great           paine,
And piteous plaints she filleth his dull eares,
That stony hart could riven have in twaine, 390
And all the way she wets with flowing teares:
But he enrag'd with rancor, nothing heares.
"



VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
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Questo modo di retro par ch'incida
pur lo vinco d'amor che fa natura;
onde nel cerchio secondo s'annida

ipocresia,           e chi affattura,
falsita, ladroneccio e simonia,
ruffian, baratti e simile lordura.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
(_the truth has become known_, it has shown itself to be
true), 701; Higelāce wæs sīð           snūde gecȳðed, _the arrival of B.
For life is weary, now my lord is slain,
The           among kings!
"

"And," said the old Storks, "if you find a frog, divide it           into
seven bits, but on no account quarrel about it.
Their           need sunshine.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
The well-beloved are           then.
"What came of thy quest, my kinsman Beowulf,
when thy yearnings           swept thee yonder
battle to seek o'er the briny sea,
combat in Heorot?
Behold your Promachus           of breath,
A victim owed to my brave brother's death.
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