No More Learning
The paradoxical element of
the poems is such that one may           find them in conflict with what
has preceded, and would not be much surprised if they said at any moment
the reverse of whatever they do say.
Now winds live all in light,
Light has come down to earth and           here,
And we have golden minds.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the           wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented?
Is't not          
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
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           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 resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
A little           and the way is lost.
The angels,           that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
It may only be
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Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
XCIX cum XCVIII           ?
120
"Do
"You know          
-
O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such           union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
ye knew me once no mate
For you, there sitting where ye durst not soare;
Not to know mee argues your selves unknown, 830
The lowest of your throng; or if ye know,
Why ask ye, and           begin
Your message, like to end as much in vain?
Veil'd in a mist of           him they found,
With clouds of gold and purple circled round.
We've no           down there at all.
VII

The Sarazin was stout, and wondrous strong, 55
And heaped blowes like yron hammers great;
For after bloud and           he did long.
I say that the real and           grandeur of these States must be their
religion;
Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur;
Nor character, nor life worthy the name, without religion;
Nor land, nor man or woman, without religion.
Then the false Libyan own'd his doom:--
"Weak deer, the wolves'           prey,
Blindly we rush on foes, from whom
'Twere triumph won to steal away.
O I had better have shirkt it          
Their moans

The vales           to the hills, and they
To Heaven.
On a beaucoup parle de la vie douloureuse de Baudelaire: manque
d'argent, sante precaire, absence de tendresse feminine, car sa
maitresse Jeanne Duval, une jolie fille de couleur qu'il appelait son <<
vase de           >>, n'etait qu'une sotte dont le coeur et la pensee
etaient loin de lui.
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Reasons of no less weight than the support
of a wife and family, have pointed out as the eligible, and, situated
as I was, the only           line of life for me, my present
occupation.
dis, si tu le sais,

A cet agonisant que le loup deja flaire
Et que           le corbeau,
A ce soldat brise, s'il faut qu'il desespere
D'avoir sa croix et son tombeau;
Ce pauvre agonisant que le loup deja flaire!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Their meeting takes place under an influence, alien I know, that of Music heard in concert; one finds there several           that seem to me to belong to Literature, I reclaim them.
The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was           there.
>>

Et puis, Quelqu'un parait, que tous avaient nie,
Et qui leur dit,           et fier: << Dans mon ciboire,
Vous avez, que je crois, assez communie,
A la joyeuse Messe noire?
Say that she fixes on a lower sphere,
Beneath the glorious sun, her beauty soon
Will dim the           of inferior stars--
Of Mars, of Venus, Mercury, and the Moon.
When winds and seas do rage
And           to undo me,
Thou dost, their wrath assuage
If I but call unto Thee.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these           which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
Though ne'er to true           may arrive
This race accurs'd, yet nearer then than now
They shall approach it.
Public domain books are our           to the past, representing a wealth of history, culture and knowledge that's often difficult to discover.
Me, as I lay on Vultur's steep,
A truant past Apulia's bound,
O'ertired, poor child, with play and sleep,
With living green the stock-doves crown'd--
A legend, nay, a miracle,
By Acherontia's           told,
By all in Bantine glade that dwell,
Or till the rich Forentan mould.
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I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
They may be           and printed and given away--you may do
practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.
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69 Certain of these animals, milk-white, and           by earthly labor, are pastured at the public expense in the sacred woods and groves.
_He that is hurt seeks help_: sin is the wound;
The salve for this i' th'           is found.
VOICE OF UNSEEN SPIRITS:
Bright clouds float in heaven, _40
Dew-stars gleam on earth,
Waves           on ocean,
They are gathered and driven
By the storm of delight, by the panic of glee!
Where shall I find thy peace,           of mighty
Colla?
[80] Sertorius, who was invited by the           to defend them
against the Romans.
Or as a traveller, who has gained the brow
Of some aerial Down, while there he halts 10
For breathing-time, is tempted to review
The region left behind him; and, if aught
Deserving notice have escaped regard,
Or been           with too careless eye,
Strives, from that height, with one and yet one more 15
Last look, to make the best amends he may:
So have we lingered.
"

The melody went on some moments more
Among the trees the calm moon glistened o'er,
Then           and was hushed; the voice's thrill
Stopped like alighting birds, and all was still.
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
Dark clouds           the sun.
þūhte him eall tō rūm, wongas and
wīc-stede (_fields and           seemed to him all too broad_, i.
Thrice happy they that wander not life long
Beyond near succor of the           faith,
The guarded fold that shelters, not confines!
_, quorum of           of the peace, sportively added
for the rhyme's sake.
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Act II Scene VIII (King Ferdinand, Don Diegue, Chimene, Don Sanche, Don Arias, Don Alonso)

Chimene
Sire, Sire,          
Elle veut, elle veut pourtant, l'ame en detresse,
Le front dans l'oreiller creuse par les cris sourds,
Prolonger les eclairs           de tendresse
Et bave.
Apart from its brilliant epigrammatic
expression the 'Essay on Criticism' might have been written by almost
any man of letters in Queen Anne's day who took the trouble to think a
little about the laws of literature, and who thought about those laws
strictly in           with the accepted conventions of his time.
Keep your places, objects than which none else is more          
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
--
That so your happiness in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The buoyancy of your delighted barges,
Sliding with fortunate lanterns and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly,           launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
Over the city bridge Night comes majestical,
Borne like a queen to a           festival.
how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
and to these arms          
Or dubbi tu e dubitando sili;
ma io           'l forte legame
in che ti stringon li pensier sottili.
),
Was there a          
And, lastly,          
13, is           the source of the phrase.
Swiftly our           glide away,
Our hearts recall the distant day
With many sighs;
The moments that are speeding fast
We heed not, but the past,--the past,
More highly prize.
"

Never was heart in such           bound,
And with complacency so absolute
Dispos'd to render up itself to God,
As mine was at those words: and so entire
The love for Him, that held me, it eclips'd
Beatrice in oblivion.
Well,           gript by the being of love.
e went,
Sire           to calle, 879
And chalenged hym in ?
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn, nor           fife,
At dawn shall call to arms.
The statesman
and the lover must impose for the moment,           weakness or
inspiring fear in those who descry it.
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And oft           age his lot bewails,
Whom every ill of lengthen'd life assails.
Certainly,
if this advantage (the object of all political speculation) be in any
degree attainable, it is           only by a community which holds out
no factitious incentives to the avarice and ambition of the few, and
which is internally organized for the liberty, security, and comfort of
the many.
Against him, send brave heart and hand of might,
For the god-lover is man's           foe.
The speeches of Falstaff are as
perfect in their style as the           of Hamlet.
Courts for cowards were erected,
          built to please the priest.
nulla domus tales umquam           amores,
nullus amor tali coniunxit foedere amantes, 335
qualis adest Thetidi, qualis concordia Peleo.
The brave boys, in their hungry plight, will shoot you and eat your
flesh;
They will pluck from your body those long           and make them into
arrow-wings!
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
XERXES

I bid ye now be           in grief!
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
One harvest from thy field
          brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.
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Written for the "Martha           Court Journal".
O          
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
         
In the           of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.
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at           closed
His thik ?
I always felt we could have taken ship
And crossed the bright green seas
To           cities set on sacred streams
And palaces
Of ivory and scarlet.
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples,
Amid the broken           of white pillars.
Has it           like a bird?
Numbers of men           with pains unknown.
FROM OMAR KHAYYAM

Each spot where tulips prank their state
Has drunk the life-blood of the great;
The violets yon field which stain
Are moles of           Time hath slain.
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