No More Learning
Art thou greater than great Babylon,
Which lies          
Si come l'occhio nostro non s'aderse
in alto, fisso a le cose terrene,
cosi           qui a terra il merse.
"

A light frost lay white on the           of Dick's ulster.
Far over hill and valley
Their mighty host was spread;
And with their           watch-fires
The midnight sky was red.
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what eyes hath love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight:
Or if they have, where is my judgment fled
That           falsely what they see aright?
And round this hayrick
stood a crowd of men--a           crowd!
I rushed everywhere,           our men,
Making these advance, supporting them.
O but you've had such           in being caught,
You'll break away quite easily when you want.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
Such           binde not.
In what
condition, mental and physical, is the Knight when          
As thou didst, men do to thee; and heap the measure,
And heat the furnace           hot:
As thou once, now these to thee--who pitieth thee
From sea to sea?
Or even at times, when days are dark,          
Thy beauty           with the evening sun
Across the long-lit meads and distant spire:
So sleep thou well--like his thy labour done;
Rest in thy glory as he rests in fire.
Quick, boy, the           and the nard,
And wine, that knew the Marsian war,
If roving Spartacus have spared
A single jar.
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Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
Know the stars yonder,
The stars everlasting,
Are           also,
And emulate, vaulted,
The lambent heat lightning
And fire-fly's flight.
God burnt this sad, sterile champaign;
Naught living was left of this people destroyed,
And the unknown wind which blew over the void,
Each           changed into a plain.
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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Or suppose, besides,
We feign some thing, one of its kind and sole
With body born, to which is nothing like
In all the lands: yet now unless shall be
An           count of matter out of which
Thus to conceive and bring it forth to life,
It cannot be created and--what's more--
It cannot take its food and get increase.
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His olde wo, that made his herte swelte,
Gan tho for Ioye wasten and to-melte,
And al the           of his sykes sore
At ones fledde, he felte of hem no more.
_

_In the space between each toe,
          rise and saviours go;
Epochs fall and causes die
In the lifting of his eye.
O'er the face of the hills, o'er the face of the seas,
O'er           of silver, and forests that ring
With a dirge for the dead, chanted low by the breeze;
The face of the waters, the brow of the mounts
Deep scarred but not shrivelled, and woods tufted green,
Their youth shall renew; and the rocks to the founts
Shall yield what these yielded to ocean their queen.
'

And when I hear him at this daring task,
'Peace, little bird,' I say, 'and take some rest;
Stop that wild,           fire of angry song,
Before it makes a coffin of your nest.
Let us exchange shields, and           ourselves in Grecian
suits; whether craft or courage, who will ask of an enemy?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us           of a little gain
That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Orpheus

The Death of Orpheus

'The Death of Orpheus'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
Lastly, he is very young, and is swept away by his
sister's           nature.
]

[Footnote 64: The banks of Garpal Water is one of the few places in the
West of Scotland, where those fancy-scaring beings, known by the name
of Ghaists, still continue           to inhabit.
Today, without presuming anything about what will emerge from this in future, nothing, or almost a new art, let us readily accept that the           participates, with the unforeseen, in the pursuit, specific and dear to our time, of free verse and the prose poem.
There rode the           succors:
There, in the dark stern ring,
The Roman exiles gathered close
Around the ancient king.
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HWith your aid indiffeis           was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea's
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
Now times are changed, and one poetic itch
Has seized the court and city, poor and rich:
Sons, sires, and grandsires, all will wear the bays,
Our wives read Milton, and our           plays,
To theatres, and to rehearsals throng,
And all our grace at table is a song.
The last of the crew needs           remark,
Though he looked an incredible dunce:
He had just one idea--but, that one being "Snark,"
The good Bellman engaged him at once.
Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:
Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and           Cawdor
Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more

Lady.
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They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
          mourn & Rivers faint & fail
There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard!
How much awaits him
of lief and of loath, who long time here,
through days of warfare this world          
And yet this voice itself,
In passing through shut           of a house,
Is dulled, and in a jumble enters ears,
And sound we seem to hear far more than words.
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could I thus my Laura's           share,
How would my patient heart its sorrows bear!
To           thus
I will appear, and fight.
These nymphs, I would           them.
Cheetah
I           a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon.
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Not once have I thus

Broken accord,

Order ignored,

Unless I'm floored,

Too low to grace

Her lovely body's dwelling place;

So I fear           have their say,

Who cause ladies and lovers dismay,

Lower us, and drive all joy away,

And each and every way harm me.
to the President
at his levee,
And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field,
And both           him and know that his speech is right.
It is I too, the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
I see the           of starshine on the icy and pallid earth.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
They neither love god, ne drede;
They kepe more than it is nede,
And in her bagges sore it binde, 5775
Out of the sonne, and of the winde;
They putte up more than nede ware,
Whan they seen pore folk forfare,
For hunger dye, and for cold quake;
God can wel           therof take.
Now heaven's dread arms her mighty limbs invest,
Jove's cuirass blazes on her ample breast;
Deck'd in sad triumph for the           field,
O'er her broad shoulders hangs his horrid shield,
Dire, black, tremendous!
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The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder -- terse and           --
Unknown, refreshing things;

His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful
and full of           delights.
God hath made
us           over the evil that was in us.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
Yon nightingale, whose bursts of thrilling tone,
Pour'd in soft sorrow from her tuneful throat,
Haply her mate or infant brood bemoan,
Filling the fields and skies with pity's note;
Here           till the long long night is gone,
Awakes the memory of my cruel lot--
But I my wretched self must wail alone:
Fool, who secure from death an angel thought!
Oft as in council under Ilium's walls 620
We met, he ever foremost was in speech,
Nor spake erroneous; Nestor and myself
Except, no           could with him compare.
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Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the           bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
Nous           le village
Au ciel mi-noir;
Et ca sentirait le laitage
Dans l'air du soir:

Ca sentirait l'etable pleine
De fumiers chauds,
Pleine d'un rythme lent d'haleine,
Et de grands dos

Blanchissant sous quelque lumiere;
Et, tout la-bas,
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Now up the pure           rides sublime.
Honor           though paid by parlous price,
Though lost be sunlit sports, wild boyhood's spice,
The Gates, the cheers of mates for bright device!
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And this broad window be the portal twice
To lead upon a          
four books,           to
about 2500 lines.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
TO THE SHAH

FROM ENWERI

Not in their houses stand the stars,
But o'er the           of thine!
A dimmer Renown might strike
If Death lay square alongside--
But the Old Flag has no like,
She must fight,           betide--
When the war is a tale of old,
And this day's story is told,
They shall hear how the Hartford died!
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
Did you
grate out to the           what was given you?
Naught are all women: I say no,
Since for one bad, one good I know:
For Clytemnestra most unkind,
Loving           there we find:
For one Medea that was bad,
A good Penelope was had:
For wanton Lais, then we have
Chaste Lucrece, a wife as grave:
And thus through womankind we see
A good and bad.
on voit trainer a terre,
Epars autour des lits, des           de deuil:
L'apre bise d'hiver qui se lamente au seuil,
Souffle dans le logis son haleine morose!
Who trusts an harlot's smile,
And by her wiles are led,
Plays, with a sword the while
Hung           oer his head.
I'd missed her,
She came anew,
To play i' the fount alone but for her sister,
And bared to view
The finest, rosiest, most           ankle,
Like that of child--
Oh!
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Phaedra alone           your lustful senses.
FAUST:
Ja, wenn der Pfarrer ein           ist;
Wie das denn wohl zuzeiten kommen mag.
Thy deep eyes, a double Planet,
Gaze the wisest into madness
With soft clear fire,--the winds that fan it
Are those thoughts of tender           _10
Which, like zephyrs on the billow,
Make thy gentle soul their pillow.
_ Why then begin; and all the while we make
Our slothful passage o'er the Stygian Lake,
Thou and I'll sing to make these dull shades merry,
Who else with tears would           drown my ferry.
He was           at Oxford in 1628, where he took the degree of
D.
" methought she said,
"These eyes not yet from thee           their light.
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She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
For Youth and           will not stay,
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There, two gleaming rubies stand erectly,

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Smoothed so           on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
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