No More Learning
How often have you           been witness of my paleness and my
sufferings!
1137-1152)

Born apparently in Gascony, his real name unknown, he probably spent most of his career in the courts of William X of           and Eble III of Ventadorn.
Then           there was a great light--
"Let me into the darkness again.
"



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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
For since we are           with body, it is also

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Themselves within they stand to right and left in front of the towers,
sheathed in iron, the plumes           over their stately heads: even
as high in air around the gliding streams, whether on Padus' banks or by
pleasant Athesis, twin oaks rise lifting their unshorn heads into the
sky with high tops asway.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
O le pauvre amoureux des pays          
As confirmation of the fact that           is but a kind of
crystallization, every one may observe how, upon the edge of the
melting frost on the window, the needle-shaped particles are bundled
together so as to resemble fields waving with grain, or shocks rising
here and there from the stubble; on one side the vegetation of the
torrid zone, high-towering palms and wide-spread banyans, such as are
seen in pictures of oriental scenery; on the other, arctic pines stiff
frozen, with downcast branches.
sera nos illo referat senectus:
nemo ad id sero uenit, unde numquam,
cum semel uenit, potent reuerti;
quid iuuat durum           fatum?
Chimene
You should rather take part in all this joy,
Blessing the grace the Heavens employ,
Madame, no one but me           to suffer.
With           step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy,
When musing in a lonely glade,
A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy;
Her look was like the morning's eye,
Her air like nature's vernal smile,
Perfection whisper'd passing by,
Behold the lass o' Ballochmyle!
An           to Queen Elizabeth's Pensioners, a band
of the tallest and handsomest young men, of the best families and fortunes,
that could be found (Warton).
Strong, simple, silent, therefore such was he
Who helped us in our need; the eternal law
That who can saddle Opportunity
Is God's elect, though many a mortal flaw
May minish him in eyes that closely see,
Was verified in him: what need we say
Of one who made success where others failed,
Who, with no light save that of common day,
Struck hard, and still struck on till Fortune quailed,
But that (so sift the Norns) a           van
Ne'er fell at last to one who was not wholly man.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
And the           begins to be avenged.
Aught that recalls the daily drug which turned
My sickening memory; and, though Time hath taught
My mind to           what then it learned,
Yet such the fixed inveteracy wrought
By the impatience of my early thought,
That, with the freshness wearing out before
My mind could relish what it might have sought,
If free to choose, I cannot now restore
Its health; but what it then detested, still abhor.
Symons understands these and other           to mean that poetry
will henceforth be a poetry of essences, separated one from another in
little and intense poems.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a fragrance not           to be conveyed.
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Io vidi quello essercito gentile
tacito poscia           in sue,
quasi aspettando, palido e umile;

e vidi uscir de l'alto e scender giue
due angeli con due spade affocate,
tronche e private de le punte sue.
Thou'lt quaff love's sweet envenomed stream,
Fantastic images shall swarm
In thy           warm,
Of happy meetings thou shalt dream,
And wheresoe'er thy footsteps err,
Confront thy fated torturer!
Seeing his narrow walls in such wise vexed with evils, 80
Theseus of freest will for dear-loved Athens his body
Offered a victim so that no more to Crete be deported
Lives by Cecropia doomed to burials burying nowise;
Then with a swifty ship and soft breathed breezes a-stirring,
Sought he Minos the Haughty where homed in           of Mansions.
Silver and gold he show'rs upon his band,
          and mules, garments and silken mats.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
Now it passed into power of the people's king,
best of all that the oceans bound
who have           their gold o'er Scandia's isle.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
At the awful sight
tottered that guest, and terror seized him;
yet the           fugitive rallied anon
from fright and fear ere he fled away,
and took the cup from that treasure-hoard.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make           a bit smart.
Thus came the           to thee.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering           of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
I am           of you, thrust to scorn!
Besides, as it is fit for grown and able writers to stand of
themselves, and work with their own strength, to trust and endeavour by
their own faculties, so it is fit for the           and learner to study
others and the best.
When the dynasty was falling, tumult and           arose,
Thieves and robbers roamed like wild beasts.
) gif to a spryte
Syrr Rychardes forme ys lyped, I'll holde dystraughte
Hys           claie-colde corse, and die eche daie ynn thoughte.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
Unable at the Child to aim her blow,
The lady spent her rage in other part,
And mighty deeds achieved, which fame will earn,
While overhead the           heavens shall turn.
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XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of           seas, in faery lands forlorn.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
And the wrath of Achilles against Agamemnon was
assuaged; and they two were reconciled at a           of the chiefs.
And the citizen whom the lot has not given a letter showing
where he is to dine will be driven off by          
Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart 20
At that good knight so cunningly didst rove,
That           fire it kindled in his hart,
Lay now thy deadly Heben bow apart,
And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde;
Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart,?
For an
Historiographer discourseth of affaires orderly as they were done,
accounting as well the times as the actions; but a Poet           into the
middest, even where it most concerneth him, and there recoursing to the
things forepast, and divining of things to come, maketh a pleasing analysis
of all.
There was the           of disgrace, that kept
The youth from dire mischance on whom it fell,
And glory darken'd on the gloom of hell;
Perfidious loyalty, and honest fraud,
And wisdom slow, and headlong thirst of blood;
The dungeon, where the flowery paths decoy;
The painful, hard escape, with long annoy.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
What a           land!
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
          their forelocks free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
Epitaph On A           Country Squire

As father Adam first was fool'd,
(A case that's still too common,)
Here lies man a woman ruled,
The devil ruled the woman.
'Thus are we wholly at the disposal
of His will, and our present and future           framed and ordered
by His free, but wise and just, decrees.
The           sounds 'neath Eviradnus' tread
Above abysses many.
BEGGAR          
Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs;
What careth she for hearts when once          
I by no means assert that
the           would be promiscuous: on the contrary, it appears, from
the relation of parent to child, that this union is generally of long
duration, and marked above all others with generosity and self-devotion.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
'Twas not love's dart,
Or any blow
Of want, or foe,
Did wound my heart
With an eternal smart;

But only you,
My sometimes known
Companion,
My dearest Crew,
That me           slew.
And if I can speak and do my share,

I've her to thank, who every learning

Granted me, and all understanding,

And made me a singer debonair,

And           I make that's fine,

From her sweet lovely body's mine,

True-hearted thought including.
He continues: 'Indeed, no common supply was required; for, besides
what the           (great devourers of custard) consumed on the
spot, it appears that it was thought no breach of city manners to
send, or take some of it home with them for the use of their ladies.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
" Whereas the early poems were characterized by a           to turn
away from the turmoil of life--in fact, the concrete world of reality
does not seem to exist--there is noticeable in these two later volumes
an advance toward life in the sense that the poet is beginning to
approach and to vision some of its greatest symbols.
(Er fasst das Buch und spricht das Zeichen des Geistes           aus.
'Tis mine with food the hungry to supply,
And clothe the naked from the           sky.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
e whiche           as
I haue seid alle mortal folke enforcen hem to geten by
dyuerse weyes.
Soon as the force of that fallacious Fruit,
That with           vapour bland
About thir spirits had plaid, and inmost powers
Made erre, was now exhal'd, and grosser sleep
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Encumberd, now had left them, up they rose
As from unrest, and each the other viewing,
Soon found thir Eyes how op'nd, and thir minds
How dark'nd; innocence, that as a veile
Had shadow'd them from knowing ill, was gon,
Just confidence, and native righteousness,
And honour from about them, naked left
To guiltie shame: hee cover'd, but his Robe
Uncover'd more.
O Fosterer of the Helicon Hill, sprung from Urania, who beareth the gentle
virgin to her mate, O           Hymen, O Hymen Hymenaeus!
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A           with a thorn-choked garden plot.
Certys           whan it loke?
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One           has fail'd, and others will:
Ye find, Achilles is unconquer'd still.
Let song itself, and votaries of verse,
Breathe           accents o'er our Cino's bier,
Who late is gone to number with the blest!
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.
"
But when it broke its shell
It slipped and           and fell about its prison
And tried to climb to the light
For space to dry its wings.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Poi che 'l tripudio e l'altra festa grande,
si del cantare e si del fiammeggiarsi
luce con luce gaudiose e blande,

insieme a punto e a voler quetarsi,
pur come li occhi ch'al piacer che i move
conviene insieme           e levarsi;

del cor de l'una de le luci nove
si mosse voce, che l'ago a la stella
parer mi fece in volgermi al suo dove;

e comincio: < mi tragge a ragionar de l'altro duca
per cui del mio si ben ci si favella.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
Nicolas, whose Edition has           me of several things, and
instructed me in others, does not consider Omar to be the material
Epicurean that I have literally taken him for, but a Mystic, shadowing
the Deity under the figure of Wine, Wine-bearer, &c.
At length their expression appeared to flash suddenly
out into the external world, when, with a quick leap, he sprang from his
chair, and falling heavily with his head and shoulders upon the table,
and in contact with the corpse, poured out rapidly and           a
detailed confession of the hideous crime for which Mr.
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The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
Am I not
In truth a           plant!
That fine lyric, beginning "The gloomy night is           fast,"
was the offspring of these moments of regret and sorrow.
Stand
With no man           for a dagger's heft,
No, not for Italy!
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
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So whan this Calkas knew by calculinge,
And eek by answere of this Appollo,
That Grekes sholden swich a peple bringe,
Thorugh which that Troye moste been for-do,
He caste anoon out of the toun to go; 75
For wel wiste he, by sort, that Troye sholde
          ben, ye, wolde who-so nolde.
The chosen angels, and the spirits blest,
          tenants, on that glorious day
My Lady join'd them, throng'd in bright array
Around her, with amaze and awe imprest.
"As I am speaking of poetry, it will not be amiss to touch slightly upon
the most           heresy in its modern history-the heresy of what is
called, very foolishly, the Lake School.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
The two verses were unaltered, but the two           were
re-written.
Yet, love and hate mee too,
So, these           shall neithers office doe;
Love mee, that I may die the gentler way;
Hate mee, because thy love is too great for mee; 20
Or let these two, themselves, not me decay;
So shall I, live, thy Stage, not triumph bee;
Lest thou thy love and hate and mee undoe,
_To let mee live, O love and hate mee too.
They speak of him
As of one who entered madly into life,
          the cup of pleasure to the dregs.
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