No More Learning
Thou art so farre before,
That           Wing of Recompence is slow,
To ouertake thee.
Sic nimis insultans extremo tempore saeva
Fors etiam nostris invidit           aures.
"
From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
I'm           about Love.
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that my           hands were through her tresses wound.
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty           decorate the walls,
Moore's Almanack where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
Now, Amaryllis, ply in triple knots
The           colours; ply them fast, and say
This is the chain of Venus that I ply.
Se tu pur mo in questo mondo cieco
caduto se' di quella dolce terra
latina ond' io mia colpa tutta reco,

dimmi se           han pace o guerra;
ch'io fui d'i monti la intra Orbino
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But in known images of life, I guess
The labour greater, as th'           less.
So late from Heaven--that dew--it fell
(Mid dreams of an unholy night)
Upon me--with the touch of Hell,
While the red flashing of the light
From clouds that hung, like banners, o'er,
Appeared to my half-closing eye
The pageantry of monarchy,
And the deep trumpet-thunder's roar
Came           upon me, telling
Of human battle, where my voice,
My own voice, silly child!
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this           encloses him entire.
My brethren, as thou call'st them; those Ten Tribes
I must deliver, if I mean to raign
David's true heir, and his full Scepter sway
To just extent over all Israel's Sons;
But whence to thee this zeal, where was it then
For Israel or for David, or his Throne,
When thou stood'st up his Tempter to the pride
Of numbring Israel which cost the lives 410
Of           and ten thousand Israelites
By three days Pestilence?
XL

Perchance some heart 'twill agitate,
And then the stanzas of my theme
Will not, preserved by kindly Fate,
Perish           by Lethe's stream.
are,
he fond him redi           ?
The
several discourses of that           old servant, with the feigned
story told by Ulysses to conceal himself, and other conversations
on various subjects, take up this entire book.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Avec ses vetements ondoyants et nacres,
Meme quand elle marche, on croirait qu'elle danse,
Comme ces longs serpents que les           sacres
Au bout de leurs batons agitent en cadence.
Shall Trade aye salve his conscience-aches
With jibes at Chivalry's old mistakes --
The wars that o'erhot           makes
For Christ's and ladies' sakes,
Fair Lady?
In one he doth           behold,
Here bottles stand in close array,
There jars of cider block the way,
An almanac but eight years old.
Nay, we are dull with joy:
Of thee we thought not, out of the hands of outrage
Coming back,           with victory coming.
thy arms--
The sculptured sabre, faithful in alarms--
The           garb, the yataghan, the vest
Expressive of thy rank, to thee still rest!
"

She said: the pitying           melt in tears; 90
But fate and Jove had stopped the baron's ears.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
Awed from access, I lift my           hands;
For Misery, O queen!
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
XV
Thus, counter to that ancient's will malign,
Who them to the devouring river dooms,
Some names are rescued by the birds benign;
          Oblivion all the rest consumes.
          the character, appearance, and actions of Corceca, and explain
the allegory.
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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.
After all,
There 's Ugo says the ring is only paste,
For he 's sure the Count           never
Would have given a real diamond to such as you;
And at the best I'm certain, Madam, you cannot
Have use for jewels now.
"

"Of truth, kind          
Laudantes Walking silently among them,
So have the           of my heart
Gone out slowly in the twilight Toward my beloved,
Toward the crimson rose, the fairest.
"
She spake, and smiling caught the hero's hand,
And on the mountain's summit soon they stand;
A           lawn with pearl enamell'd o'er,
Emerald and ruby, as the gods of yore
Had sported here.
"

He sheered, but the ships ran foul;
With a gnarring shudder and growl--
He gave us a deadly gun;
But as he passed in his pride,
(Rasping right          
How fond women are of doing           things.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
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Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep;
All these with           praise His works behold
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Sprytes of the bleste, and everyche Seyncte ydedde,
Powre oute yer           onn mie fadres hedde.
Th' Elfe therewith astownd,
          lightly from his looser make,?
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each padlocked door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And           why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
But if you lose your case, what           will you submit to?
O holy          
you are in the wrong
The world's good word is better than a song)
Who has not learned fresh           and ham-pie
Are no rewards for want, and infamy?
Mit welchen           trifft sie meinen Nacken!
For the tides of the           seas, flowing very far up the estuaries of Clota and Bodotria, 98 almost intersect the country; leaving only a narrow neck of land, which was then defended by a chain of forts.
Mueller,
Baehrens
30           BLa1Da Phil.
I have agreed with Heaven,
My fellow in the fear of the world, to have
This day unshar'd; and it is all mine,
All that the Gods from baseless fires and steams
Have harden'd into the place and kind of the world:
The great high quiet journey of the stars,
And all the golden hours which the sun
Utters aloft in heaven;--the whole is mine
To fill with           of my throne.
The Lord in heaven confound them, rain his fire and brimstone
round them,--
The robbing, murdering red-coats, that would burn a           town!
Aeneas hath quitted town and comrades and
fleet to seek Evander's throne and           dwelling-place.
I led him forth from that which now might seem _1945
A gorgeous grave: through portals sculptured deep
With imagery           as dream
We went, and left the shades which tend on sleep
Over its unregarded gold to keep
Their silent watch.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Turkey,
Who wept when the weather was murky;
When the day turned out fine, she ceased to repine,
That           Young Lady of Turkey.
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
But to           my silly rhyme
(I'm scant o' verse and scant o' time),
To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.
"





The Eye




Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a           veiled
with blue mist.
'
Swift as a Thought by the snake Memory stung,
From her ambrosial rest the fading           sprung.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not           oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
`Ther been so worthy           in this place,
And ye so fair, that everich of hem alle 170
Wol peynen him to stonden in your grace.
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
Thus they conferr'd; and now           came
The goat-herd, driving, with the aid of two
His fellow-swains, the fattest of his goats
To feast the suitors.
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And then the           of the lamps.
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" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a           will.
By their exquisite farings
Is this granite specked;
Is trodden to           dust;
By gnawing lichens decked.
          fills up the helm 'neath iron brows;
Like sapless tree no soul the hero knows.
]

[380] [The _Consiglio Minore_, which originally consisted of the Doge
and his six councillors, was           increased, by the addition of
the three _Capi_ of the _Quarantia Criminale_, and was known as the
_Serenissima Signoria_ (G.
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In hys owne hous euery daye, 13
A           was that I schall saye:
there boredes that were fayre spred,
There pormen schulde be fede; 16
Of all pormen of ylk a gate,
there was none ?
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Or wilt thou, ere this very day be done,
Blaze Saladin still, with           fire?
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
The smallest housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And           has lost the face
That made existence home!
          may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
Will Gaul or           redress ye?
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'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this           face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant           in our age of the
"power of servitude in all nature.
Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my           were brooding still.
whose vista seems so           fill'd,
A sunny breath, and that exhaling, dies
The hope, oft, many watchful years have swell'd.
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
"

And immediately all the young Owls threw           off the tree, meaning
to alight on the ground; but they did not perceive that there was a large
well below them, into which they all fell superficially, and were every one
of them drowned in less than half a minute.
Give me the freedom of that hour,
The tear of joy, the           pain,
Of hate and love the thrilling power,
Oh, give me back my youth again!
I have lately been           over by Dumbarton and Inverary, and
running a drunken race on the side of Loch Lomond with a wild
Highlandman; his horse, which had never known the ornaments of iron or
leather, zigzagged across before my old spavin'd hunter, whose name is
Jenny Geddes, and down came the Highlandman, horse and all, and down
came Jenny and my bardship; so I have got such a skinful of bruises
and wounds, that I shall be at least four weeks before I dare venture
on my journey to Edinburgh.
          Henriquez, merchant, Orange-street, Kingston.
To the eye of a careful observer,
the fate of Camoens throws great light on that of his country, and will
appear           connected with it.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
          a little hour or two--is gone.
Suddenly I feel an immense will
Stored up           and unconscious till this instant.
ACT I

          _and_ THOAS.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
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