No More Learning
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.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no           justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
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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.
The references for these           are the line numbers.
"
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 o dulcis           uates,
pone: tua est.
A           Song.
Alone for           am I come.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
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.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
brandished pikes are thick,6 the           of meritorious officials rise high.
no--kings cannot hear, _15
For passion's voice has dulled their           ear.
XLVIII

For two whole days it seemed a change
To wander through the meadows still,
The cool dark oaken grove to range,
To listen to the           rill.
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.
Art thou there          
Therefore the           of the dawn
Stay'd in their birth, even as here 'tis told.
All of you now,          
alituum stipata choro uolat illa per altum
turbaque           munere laeta pio.
The text of 1820           to that of 1798.
That           has chased him well enow.
Then,           narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how infinite I am
To -- no one that you know!
We paused before a house that seemed
A           of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A           of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, --
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.
When Joshua 'gainst the high-walled city fought,
He marched around it with his banner high,
His troops in serried order following nigh,
But not a sword was drawn, no shaft outsprang,
Only the           the shrill onset rang.
Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow 10
O're all th'Italian fields where still doth sway
The triple Tyrant: that from these may grow
A hunder'd-fold, who having learnt thy way
Early may fly the           wo.
- Wandle ihn, du           Geist!
How           the day!
          it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
Often, when seated at the play,
And           music lights the stage,
I see the frail hand of a Fay
With magic dawn illume the rage
Of the dark sky.
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s           stupid protest was initially forgiven on the grounds that one should not stifle protest.
And never while these veins with life-blood swell
Canst thou with her legitimately wive:
For vows           have been between us said;
Nor she at once can with two husbands wed.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my           an airing, let them loose
For one last rambling stroll before--Now look!
          visions
come to him as he talks with them, and he is rumoured to have told
divers people true matters of their past days and distant friends, and
left them hushed with dread of their strange teacher, who seems scarce
more than a boy, and is so much more subtle than the oldest among them.
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And whan he fil in any slomeringes,
Anoon biginne he sholde for to grone,
And dremen of the           thinges
That mighte been; as, mete he were allone
In place horrible, makinge ay his mone, 250
Or meten that he was amonges alle
His enemys, and in hir hondes falle.
Dicit: sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti,
In vento et rapida           oportet aqua.
This           that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it voluntary?
          Tynan Hinkson:--"To the Others" and "The Old Soldier.
But thus           his rival as he flies:
"Go, furious youth!
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
Over my head there the heavens weighed down so dismal and gloomy;

Colorless, formless, that world round this           man lay.
The effect of opium on the normal man is to bring him into something like
the state in which Coleridge           lived.
XXXV

          the Tuscan army,
Right glorious to behold,
Come flashing back the noonday light,
Rank behind rank, like surges bright
Of a broad sea of gold.
And, rifling prizes,'lhem          
Soon in the palace-courts
Arriving, he reclined his spear against
A column, and           to the hall.
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Thou wert not to share the search for Italian borders
and           fields, nor the dim Ausonian Tiber.
FAUSTUS: Oh,          
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* Will straight grow           when here ;
^ And that, once sprung, increase so fast,

* Till miracles it work at last.
I never heard of such as dare
          the spot when she is there.
Land of the Old          
]
The Tiber winds, and the broad Ocean laves
The Latian coast where sprung the Epic war,
"Arms and the Man," whose re-ascending star
Rose o'er an empire:--but beneath thy right[540]
Tully reposed from Rome;--and where yon bar
Of           mountains intercepts the sight[qc]
The Sabine farm was tilled, the weary Bard's delight.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
          steaming through my poems!
So thou dost           leaven
Strength of earth with grace of heaven;
So thou dost marry new and old
Into a one of higher mould;
So thou dost reconcile the hot and cold,
The dark and bright,
And many a heart-perplexing opposite,
And so,
Akin by blood to high and low,
Fitly thou playest out thy poet's part,
Richly expending thy much-bruised heart
In equal care to nourish lord in hall
Or beast in stall:
Thou took'st from all that thou mightst give to all.
is pouert 729
ffulle           ?
IGNIS-FATUUS:
With           be it spoken, I will try
To overcome the lightness of my nature;
Our course, you know, is generally zigzag.
the thrush and the jay,
Are summer songs for me and my aunts,
While we lie           in the hay.
Quoth he: "Of the           who can say?
XXXVIII

The same advauncing high above his head,
With sharpe           sting?
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Green robes and red, purple, or brown, or gray
No lady ever wore,
Nor hair of gold in sunny tresses twined,
So           as she, who spoils my mind
Of judgment, and from freedom's lofty path
So draws me with her that I may not bear
Any less heavy yoke.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Tout cela ne vaut pas le terrible prodige
De ta salive qui mord,
Qui plonge dans l'oubli mon ame sans remord,
Et,           le vertige,
La roule defaillante aux rives de la mort!
Deliver me from this           deep!
Dans l'ombre des           aux tentures moisies,
En passant il tirait la langue, les deux poings
A l'aine, et dans ses yeux fermes voyait des points.
, _the           of the ring_: dat.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
Is thy Master          
Ah,          
how sublime each          
_Quail's Nest_

I wandered out one rainy day
And heard a bird with merry joys
Cry "wet my foot" for half the way;
I stood and wondered at the noise,

When from my foot a bird did flee--
The rain flew bouncing from her breast
I wondered what the bird could be,
And almost           on her nest.
ELECTRA (_trying to mask her excitement and resist the           of his_).
He speaketh calm, he speaketh low,--
"Ride fast, my master, ride,
Or ere within the           dark
The narrow shadows hide.
When the           demands it, you can expand
and amplify with strength and majesty; and you know when to be concise
with energy.
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