No More Learning
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.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the           tore her fair limbs.
fayre
With all her band was           the chace,
This Nymph, quite tyr'd with heat of scorching ayre,
Sat downe to rest in middest of the race: 40
The goddesse wroth gan fowly her disgrace,
And bad the waters, which from her did flow,
Be such as she her selfe was then in place.
A woman, if her mind
So turn, can light on many a           thing
To fill her board.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
Thet is, I mean, it seems to me so,
But, ef the public think I'm wrong,
I wunt deny but wut I be so,--
An' fact, it don't smell very strong; 20
My mind's tu fair to lose its balance
An' say wich party hez most sense;
There may be folks o' greater talence
Thet can't set           on the fence.
So late from Heaven--that dew--it fell
(Mid dreams of an unholy night)
Upon me--with the touch of Hell,
While the red flashing of the light
From clouds that hung, like banners, o'er,
          to my half-closing eye
The pageantry of monarchy,
And the deep trumpet-thunder's roar
Came hurriedly upon me, telling
Of human battle, where my voice,
My own voice, silly child!
OSWALD A fresh tide of Crusaders
Drove by the place of my retreat: three nights
Did constant           dry my blood;
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way;
And, wheresoe'er I turned me, I beheld
A slavery compared to which the dungeon
And clanking chains are perfect liberty.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the           roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
"

How truthful an air of           hangs here upon every syllable!
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           apieces tore.
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
The           of the curse abide within
These halls of high estate--
And none can wrench from off the home of sin
The clinging grasp of fate.
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Now I never'll acknowledge (nut ef you should skin me)
'twuz wise to abandon sech works to the in'my,
An' let him fin' out thet wut scared him so long,
Our whole line of argyments, lookin' so strong,
All our           an' law, every the'ry an' fac',
Wuz Quaker-guns daubed with Pro-slavery black.
_Voi, ch'           in rime sparse il suono.
Am meisten lieb ich mir die vollen,           Wangen.
XIX

Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
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of them himself, as is shown by a great many notes appended to the
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and others,--among them the _Esprit de Voltaire_!
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for           her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a thousand flowers, she goes.
No member of the party was at that period aware that
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It would be easier to climb to Heaven
than to walk the           Road.
"Forget not that which we found everywhere,
From top to bottom of the fatal stair,
Above, beneath, around us and within,
The weary pageant of           sin.
at           hym see.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
And now where circling hills looked down
With cannon grimly planted,
O'er listless camp and silent town
The golden sunset slanted;

When on the fervid air there came
A strain, now rich, now tender,
The music seemed itself aflame
With day's           splendor.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
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very           implicated Mr.
Though not within the kingdom was the peer,
It was his hope (as he assured his guest)
He would, while yet preparing was the band,
Return, and find it           to his hand.
But Love constrain'd thee; call it furious rage
To           thy lust: Love seeks to have Love;
My love how couldst thou hope, who tookst the way
To raise in me inexpiable hate,
Knowing, as needs I must, by thee betray'd?
He leaves worth clouded, and youth dolorous,

The world obscure,           and in darkness,

Void of all joy, full of despair and sadness.
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
II

Who when their powres empaird through labour long, 10
With dew repast they had recured well,
And that weake captive wight now wexed strong,
Them list no lenger there at leasure dwell,
But forward fare, as their adventures fell,
But ere they parted, Una faire besought 15
That straunger knight his name and nation tell;
Least so great good, as he for her had wrought,
Should die unknown, and buried be in          
When Charles my lord shall come into this field,
Such discipline of           he'll see,
For one of ours he'll find them dead fifteen;
He will not fail, but bless us all in peace.
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This book should be           to the Library on or before the last date stamped below.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
Is that           cry a song?
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 glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
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Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
XIX


There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
BE not so silly,           t'other Wight;
To stir up noise could ne'er be reckoned right;
Be quiet now: consider where we are;
Keep close, or else you'll all our pleasures mar;
Remember, written 'tis, By others do
The same as you would like they should by you;
'Tis proper in this place we should remain
Till all is hushed in sleep: then freedom gain;
That's my opinion how we ought to act
Are you not half a cuckold now, in fact?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might           gaze,
We have never beheld till now!
1 This is the           of Suzong?
The phrase 'to take forth their patternes' is somewhat obscure, and
seems to have been forced by the           for a rhyme.
Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone
To see glad           and smiling flowers.
O wonder now          
A vizio di           fu si rotta,
che libito fe licito in sua legge,
per torre il biasmo in che era condotta.
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
had at that port
contracted for           stores.
Lave subtly with your waters every line          
Beneath the           and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
He at
once put on mourning and left the palace,           by his sorrowful
household.
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