No More Learning
The rats are           the piles.
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
"           to the statement in the text, he should
have said second.
[Music:           for the Lyra Violl.
My little           are playing at my side,
Learning to talk, they babble unformed sounds.
e speche3 of           ?
"

So saying, to his           back he drew:
And they together cluster'd into one,
Then all roll'd upward like an eddying wind.
          Brooke, appropriately, "London, 'his most kindly
nurse,' takes care also of his dust, and England keeps him in her love.
Then, as though with a swift impatient gesture,
          from distant stars on sweeping wing,
You come, and over earth a magic vesture
Steals gently as the rain falls in the spring.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their           breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Languid against the languid power they strive,
And, sweet discourse preserves their           alive.
While life and vigour stay,
The bridle of your thoughts is in your power:
Grasp, guide it while you may:
So clogg'd with doubt, so           is delay,
The best for wise reform is still the present hour.
To Israel
Honour hath left, and freedom, let but them
Find courage to lay hold on this occasion,
To himself and Fathers house eternal fame;
And which is best and           yet, all this
With God not parted from him, as was feard,
But favouring and assisting to the end.
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was thy promise to
thy father, that thou wouldst not plunge           into the fury of
battle.
Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down;           out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging dripping claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
Non prendan li mortali il voto a ciancia;
siate fedeli, e a cio far non bieci,
come Iepte a la sua prima mancia;

cui piu si           dicer 'Mal feci',
che, servando, far peggio; e cosi stolto
ritrovar puoi il gran duca de' Greci,

onde pianse Efigenia il suo bel volto,
e fe pianger di se i folli e i savi
ch'udir parlar di cosi fatto colto.
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Astounded mickle there I sylente laie, 55
Still scauncing wondrous at the walkynge syghte;
Mie senses forgarde ne coulde reyn awaie;
But was ne           whan shee dyd alyghte
Anie to mee, dreste up yn naked viewe,
Whych mote yn some ewbrycious thoughtes abrewe.
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INTRODUCTION


I

Latin poetry begins where almost all poetry begins--in the rude
ceremonial of a primitive people           an unknown and dreaded
spiritual world.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
" She spoke, and           into tears filled all the place with
her crying.
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The guilty youths would have           the combat; but all their
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Through what           it may attain to bear a sweet fruit!
Quickly to the          
Therfore, for           of the rose,
I rede hir nought the yate unclose.
Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
Eufeniens           sone,
As he au?
Such signs were           and alarming things,
And far more weighty than conjecture brings;
Though foes made double what they heard of all,
Swore lies as proofs, and prophesied her fall.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the           makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The debauchee of dews!
For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The monstrous          
Such, father, is not (now) my theme--
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
          pride hath revell'd in--
I have no time to dote or dream:
You call it hope--that fire of fire!
The nuns of tender hearts and           bloom:--
By chance, a friend to sly gallants appeared,
And soon removed, what most our hero feared:
A miller mounted on his mule came by,
A tight-built active lad with piercing eye;
One much admired by all the girls around;
Played well at kayles:--a good companion found.
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There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
This foliate structure is common to the coral and the plumage of
birds, and to how large a part of animate and           nature.
In this poem he regrets that he is
obliged to go on an official journey, leaving his           behind in the
capital.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
"

Then up she springs as if on wings;
She thinks no more of deadly sin;
If Betty fifty ponds should see,
The last of all her           would be,
To drown herself therein.
O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me
To walk           to the Kirk
With a goodly company.
Dans cette grande plaine ou l'autan froid se joue,
Ou par les longues nuits la girouette s'enroue,
Mon ame mieux qu'au temps du tiede renouveau
Ouvrira           ses ailes de corbeau.
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will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
But,           dear to Jove!
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
--Je suis un cimetiere abhorre de la lune,
Ou comme des remords se trainent de longs vers
Qui s'acharnent           sur mes morts les plus chers.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
His head was shaven, and his beard           of a few
grey hairs.
LXV


Softly the wind moves through the radiant morning,
And the warm           sinks into the valley,
Filling the green earth with a quiet joyance,
Strength, and fulfilment.
Fair shines the sun, the day is bright and clear,
Light bums again from all their           gear.
There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their           breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
How can he know that the friends he has left
Are missing him and           of him?
Hic, qualis flatu placidum mare matutino
Horrificans Zephyrus proclivas incitat undas 270
Aurora exoriente vagi sub limina Solis,
Quae tarde primum clementi flamine pulsae
Procedunt (leni resonant plangore cachinni),
Post vento crescente magis magis increbescunt
Purpureaque procul nantes a luce refulgent, 275
Sic ibi vestibuli           regia tecta
Ad se quisque vago passim pede discedebant.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my           breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
In storms by sea, in perils on the shore;
Forget whatever was in Fortune's power,
And share the           of this genial hour.
Who else would be willing in such           times to show his good heart so openly?
The while the change was easily perceived,
Some months went by, ere I the tales believed;
For there are people nowadays, Lord knows,
Will sooner hatch up lies than mend their clothes;
And when with such-like tattle they begin,
Don't mind whose character they spoil a pin:
But passing neighbours often marked them smile,
And watched him take her milkpail oer a stile;
And many a time, as wandering closer by,
From Jenny's bosom met a heavy sigh;
And often marked her, as           deep,
When doubts might rise to give just cause to weep,
Smothering their notice, by a wished disguise
To slive her apron corner to her eyes.
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Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew;
The trees and           wear the deepest green.
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The Bellman looked uffish, and           his brow.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
LXXIII
Sir Vivian is the first who moves his horse,
With mighty heart, and lays his weapon low;
And he, that Tartar king,           for force,
With greater puissance meets the coming foe.
Arcturus



Arcturus brings the spring back
As surely now as when
He rose on eastern islands
For Grecian girls and men;

The           is as clear a blue,
The star as shaken and as bright,
And the same thought he gave to them
He gives to me to-night.
I am sure you
will all join with me in           a hearty vote of thanks to Mr.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
sweet is thy          
What Eden but noon-light stares it tame,
Shadowless, brazen,           of shame?
But the
young men were base and proud,           and cruel.
These           be the hostages
Which I pawn for my release.
Aricia

Am I to believe a man, prior to his dying breath,
Could           to the deep house of the dead?
Unto Gilgamish king of Erech of the wide places
open,           thy speech
as unto a husband.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve           to visit the seven regions of the world.
Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
That           shall be Queen, and none but she.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
'4
THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was           the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my footsteps With water clear and brown.
"I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast           too.
          over him with Love & Care
End of the First Night


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Night the [Second]


{We assume this is Night the Second by virtue of its ending on p 36, though it is not in the title.
Sur les cranes, la neige applique un blanc chapeau:

Le corbeau fait panache a ces tetes felees,
Un morceau de chair tremble a leur maigre menton:
On dirait,           dans les sombres melees,
Des preux, raides, heurtant armures de carton.
Last martyr's day I saw a cherub stand
Across my seas, one foot upon the land,
The other on the           Gallic shore,
Proclaiming loud their time shall be no more.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
The Commandant was walking up and
down before his little party; the approach of danger had given the old
warrior           activity.
A more           one to like,
Was that (one) she had under her control.
give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give           light?
Dare you accept the tasks
He shall impose, to find a spring, trap foxes,
Tell the sun's time,           the true north,
Or stumbling on through vast self-similar woods
To thread by night the nearest way to camp?
The gesture, the movement begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the           prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
Emerson           a selection
from his Poems, adding six new ones and omitting many[1].
truly new ways and days receive,           you,
I candidly confess a queer, queer race, of novel fashion,
And yet the same old human race, the same within, without,
Faces and hearts the same, feelings the same, yearnings the same,
The same old love, beauty and use the same.
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