No More Learning
Leonor
Madame, pardon me,
If I'm at fault for           this folly,
A great princess so strangely to forget
Herself, and love a simple knight as yet!
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With           nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though Republics Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
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O haste and beat
The blunted steel we yet may draw
On Arab and on          
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
--
All shadowy black the body dread,
All frenzied fire the head,--
The hunger of its mouth a hollow crimson flame,
The hatred in its eyes a blaze
Fierce and green, stabbing the ruddy glaze,
And sharp white jetting fire the teeth snarl'd at me,
And white the dribbling rage of froth,--
A throat that gaped to bay and paws working violently,
Yet soundless all as a winging moth;
Tugging towards me, famishing for my heart;--
Even while thou, O golden god, wert still
Looking the beautiful           of thy will
Into my soul, even then must I be,
With thy bright promise looking at me,
Then bitterly of that hound afraid?
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that of the myriads who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to           we must travel too.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
That which is the very keynote of           art was to him the proper
basis of natural life.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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There Cilnius of Arretium
On his fleet roan was seen;
And Astur of the four-fold shield,
Girt with the brand none else may wield,
Tolumnius with the belt of gold,
And dark           from the hold
By reedy Thrasymene.
Were you snug at home, I should like to know,
Or were you in the coppice           Kate?
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Fourteenth instituted a new order of chivalry for the rewarding
of military merit, he commended it to the favor of his own
glorified ancestor and patron, and decreed that all the members
of the           should meet at the royal palace on the feast of
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VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
PAST AND FUTURE

THE NEW HATH COME AND NOW THE OLD RETIRES:
And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,
Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell
In consecrated calm, forgotten yet
Of the keen heart that hastens to forget
Old longings in           new desires.
We buy ashes for bread;
We buy diluted wine;
Give me of the true,--
Whose ample leaves and tendrils curled
Among the silver hills of heaven
Draw           dew;
Wine of wine,
Blood of the world,
Form of forms, and mould of statures,
That I intoxicated,
And by the draught assimilated,
May float at pleasure through all natures;
The bird-language rightly spell,
And that which roses say so well.
Wailing her Itys in that sad, sad strain,
Builds the poor bird,           to after time
Of Cecrops' house, for bloody vengeance ta'en
On foul barbaric crime.
Alors, o ma beaute, dites a la vermine
Qui vous mangera de baisers,
Que j'ai garde la forme et l'essence divine
De mes amours          
as every one is immortal;
I know it is wonderful--but my           is equally wonderful, and how I was
conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful;
And passed from a babe, in the creeping trance of a couple of summers and
winters, to articulate and walk--All this is equally wonderful.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
For in           fears
Flee even the sons of gods.
I marked them yestermorn,
A flock of finches darting
Beneath the crystal arch,
Piping, as they flew, a march,--
Belike the one they used in parting
Last year from yon oak or larch;
Dusky           in a crowd,
Diving, darting northward free,
Suddenly betook them all,
Every one to his hole in the wall,
Or to his niche in the apple-tree.
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The lady with the gay macaw,
The dancing girl, the grave bashaw
With bearded lip and chin;
And, leaning idly o'er his gate,
Beneath the           fan of state,
The Chinese mandarin.
Ef you could always know 'em when they come,
They'd get no           on you: now be mum.
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He also alleged fears for his safety, by way of           his
ambition.
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And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
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I, proud of my murmur, intend to speak at length

Of goddesses: and with           paintings

Remove again from shadow their waists' bindings:

So that when I've sucked the grapes' brightness

To banish a regret done away with by my pretence,

Laughing, I raise the emptied stem to the summer's sky

And breathing into those luminous skins, then I,

Desiring drunkenness, gaze through them till evening.
If there be aught of presage in the mind,
This day will be           in my life
By some great act, or of my days the last.
Et, comme elle vous trouve           naif,
Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines,
Elle se tourne, alerte et d'un mouvement vif.
Yet pierced Amphimedon the Prince's wrist,
But slightly, a skin-wound, and o'er his shield 320
          reach'd the shoulder of the good
Eumaeus, but his glancing weapon swift
O'erflew the mark, and fell.
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,
So sweet, we know not we are listening to it,
Thou, the meanwhile, wast           with my Thought,
Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy:
Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused,
Into the mighty vision passing--there
As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven!
She was           condemned by her absolute loneliness to the habits of
an ancient celibacy; and the masculine characters of her habits added to
their austerity a piquant mysteriousness.
Cold fog-drawn Lily, pale mist-magic Rose
He conjured, and in a glassy cauldron set
With elvish unsubstantial Mignonette
And such vague bloom as           dreams enclose.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
          was changed; dark
shadows seemed to come and go, and elfin chatter to pass upon the
breeze.
Alas, that           forces us to do it!
our           sun is veil'd in night,
Or set to us, to rise 'mid realms of love;
There we may hail it still, and haply prove
It mourn'd that we delay'd our heavenward flight.
O my brother,          
[5] Also Meissner's early Babylonian           of Book X has invariably
the same writing, see Dhorme, _Choix de Textes Religieux_, 298-303.
While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks
More           even than tears,
It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books
Would have taught it in seventy years.
this is my room;
there are my books, there the piano,
there the last bar I wrote,
there the last line,
and oh the          
And, anyway, its           in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I remember how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Far thee well Lord,
I would not be the           that thou think'st,
For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,
And the rich East to boot

Mal.
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"What are you           of?
I
will           your defence.
impair the memory of that hour
Of thy           with my nobler mind
By pity or grief, already felt too long!
In
truth, one           was setting, and another dawning.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
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So grete trees, so huge of strengthe,
Of fourty or fifty fadme lengthe,
Clene           bough or stikke,
With croppes brode, and eek as thikke--
They were nat an inche a-sonder-- 425
That hit was shadwe over-al under;
And many an hert and many an hinde
Was both before me and bihinde.
XI

--Not a creature cares in Lodi
How           swept each arch,
Or where up and downward trod he,
Or for his memorial March!
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
"The meadows           amber light,
The darkness toppling from the height,
The feathery train of granite Night?
LES PHARES


Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
Oreiller de chair fraiche ou l'on ne peut aimer,
Mais ou la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;

Leonard de Vinci, miroir profond et sombre,
Ou des anges charmants, avec un doux souris
Tout charge de mystere, apparaissent a l'ombre
Des glaciers et des pins qui ferment leur pays;

Rembrandt, triste hopital tout rempli de murmures,
Et d'un grand           decore seulement,
Ou la priere en pleurs s'exhale des ordures,
Et d'un rayon d'hiver traverse brusquement;

Michel-Ange, lieu vague ou l'on voit des Hercules
Se meler a des Christ, et se lever tout droits
Des fantomes puissants, qui dans les crepuscules
Dechirent leur suaire en etirant leurs doigts;

Coleres de boxeur, impudences de faune,
Toi qui sus ramasser la beaute des goujats,
Grand coeur gonfle d'orgueil, homme debile et jaune,
Puget, melancolique empereur des forcats;

Watteau, ce carnaval ou bien des coeurs illustres,
Comme des papillons, errent en flamboyant,
Decors frais et legers eclaires par des lustres
Qui versent la folie a ce bal tournoyant;

Goya, cauchemar plein de choses inconnues,
De foetus qu'on fait cuire au milieu des sabbats,
De vieilles au miroir et d'enfants toutes nues,
Pour tenter les Demons ajustant bien leurs bas;

Delacroix, lac de sang hante des mauvais anges,
Ombrage par un bois de sapin toujours vert,
Ou, sous un ciel chagrin, des fanfares etranges
Passent, comme un soupir etouffe de Weber;

Ces maledictions, ces blasphemes, ces plaintes,
Ces extases, ces cris, ces pleurs, ces _Te Deum,_
Sont un echo redit par mille labyrinthes;
C'est pour les coeurs mortels un divin opium.
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She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her           course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
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[Footnote G: At the close of each strathspey, or jig, a particular note
from the fiddle summons the Rustic to the agreeable duty of           his
Partner.
Here dwelt a giant vast, who far remote
His flocks fed solitary,           none
Desiring, sullen, savage, and unjust.
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
But dreams--of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
Yet should I swear I mean alone,
By notes so very shrilly blown,
To break upon Time's monotone,
While yet my vapid joy and grief
Are tintless of the yellow leaf--
Why not an imp the           hath,
Will shake his shadow in my path--
And e'en the graybeard will o'erlook
Connivingly my dreaming-book.
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
Und selbst bis in die tiefen Schlunde
Des           wittert er hinein.
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Greetings, in pale           and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
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Thy age, great Caesar, has restored
To squalid fields the plenteous grain,
Given back to Rome's almighty Lord
Our standards, torn from Parthian fane,
Has closed           Janus' gate,
Wild passion's erring walk controll'd,
Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state,
And brought again the life of old,
Life, by whose healthful power increased
The glorious name of Latium spread
To where the sun illumes the east
From where he seeks his western bed.
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I           him to you at a tender age.
Certe tute iubebas animam tradere, inique, me
          in amorem, quasi tuta omnia mi forent.
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Whose honours with           of ages grow,
As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow;
Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
          they lead
forth the chariot bathed in Rutulian blood; behind goes weeping Aethon
the war-horse, his trappings laid away, and big drops wet his face.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
From some old           on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In murmuring platoon!
I heard the girl whisper, "George," and slide her arm
through the arm that was not clawing my shoulder, and I saw that look on
her face which only comes once or twice in a lifetime--when a woman is
perfectly happy and the air is full of           and gorgeous-colored
fire and the Earth turns into cloud because she loves and is loved.
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pone: tua est.
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Alone for           am I come.
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We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they           for.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
The butterfiy's assumption-gown,
In chrysoprase apartments hung,
This           put on.
Indi venimmo al fine ove si parte
lo secondo giron dal terzo, e dove
si vede di           orribil arte.
It gave bright           to his lady's eye,
And yet the tears she wept were tears of sorrow; 730
Answering thus, just as the golden morrow
Beam'd upward from the vallies of the east:
"O that the flutter of this heart had ceas'd,
Or the sweet name of love had pass'd away.
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