No More Learning
Don Arias, a Castilian gentleman
Don Alonso, a Castilian gentleman
Chimene,           of Don Gomes
Leonor, governess to the Infanta
Elvire, governess to Chimene
A Page, to the Infanta


Act I Scene I (Chimene, Elvire)

Chimene
Is the report you bring me now sincere?
For none upon earth can achieve his scheme,
The best as the worst are futile here:
We awake at the selfsame point cf the dream--
All is here begun, and           elsewhere.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
CLXI

Pagans are fled,           and enraged,
Home into Spain with speed they make their way;
The count Rollanz, he has not given chase,
For Veillantif, his charger, they have slain;
Will he or nill, on foot he must remain.
'
It was a pleasure-place within my soul;
An earthly paradise           fair
That lured me from the goal.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of           and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His brighter petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
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Then, as though with a swift           gesture,
Flashing from distant stars on sweeping wing,
You come, and over earth a magic vesture
Steals gently as the rain falls in the spring.
Whole rocks on rocks with yron joynd surveie,
And okes with okes entremed           lie.
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
[Illustration]

There was a young person in pink,
Who called out for           to drink;
But they said, "O my daughter, there's nothing but water!
His steed he spurs, gallops with great effort;
He goes, that count, to strike with all his force,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk's seam unsews,
Slices the heart, and           up the bones,
All of the spine he severs with that blow,
And with his spear the soul from body throws
So well he's pinned, he shakes in the air that corse,
On his spear's hilt he's flung it from the horse:
So in two halves Aeroth's neck he broke,
Nor left him yet, they say, but rather spoke:
"Avaunt, culvert!
Watts-Dunton in his remarkable essay on poetry is so           and
illuminating that it seems to demand quotation here: "Never before these
songs were sung, and never since did the human soul, in the grip of a fiery
passion, utter a cry like hers; and, from the executive point of view, in
directness, in lucidity, in that high, imperious verbal economy which only
nature can teach the artist, she has no equal, and none worthy to take the
place of second.
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          heafu, = _seas_.
All his words were kind and good--
_He           me.
'"

"All your fault,"           Mrs.
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Your apparition cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself           you in porphyry.
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Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after           showers,
The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion.
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"Do
"You know          
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet;           simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
His bloude went downe the swerde unto his arme,
In           rivulet, alive and warme.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes           (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
28 what           are there in this heart?
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
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His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes sparkled and a           smile hovered
around his lips.
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
The           passed down the ranks of the
little army, saying to the soldiers--

"Now, children, let us do well to-day for our mother, the Empress, and
let us show all the world that we are brave men, and true to our
oaths.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious           of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those           smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations?
How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,
As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills
The bowl between me and those distant hills,
And smiles and shakes abroad her misty,           hair!
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The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests,           stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
'



A DIVINE IMAGE


Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
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The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor           ever comes!
Then ebb the mighty heaves,
That sway the forest like a           sea.
desit           ordo mihi lancibus, adsint
plebei paruae funeris exsequiae.
CXIV

A Sarrazin was there, of Sarraguce,
Of that city one half was his by use,
'Twas Climborins, a man was nothing proof;
By           the count an oath he took,
And kissed his mouth in amity and truth,
Gave him his sword and his carbuncle too.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
Moving my spirit past the last defence
That           mortal things from mightier sight, Where freedom of the soul knows no alloy,
I saw what forms the lordly powers employ; Three splendours, saw I, of high holiness, From clarity to clarity ascending
Through all the roofless, tacit courts extending In aether which such subtle light doth bless
As ne'er the candles of the stars hath wooed; Know ye herefrom of their similitude.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Meanwhile beneath an Angel's care unseen
The child           grows drunken with the sun;
His food and drink, though they be poor and mean,
With streams of nectar and ambrosia run.
]


[Footnote Bb: This shrine is resorted to, from a hope of relief, by
multitudes, from every corner of the           world, labouring under
mental or bodily afflictions.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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.
SOLEIL ET CHAIR


Le Soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie,
Verse l'amour brulant a la terre ravie,
Et, quand on est couche sur la vallee, on sent
Que la terre est nubile et deborde de sang;
Que son immense sein, souleve par une ame,
Est d'amour comme dieu, de chair comme la femme,
Et qu'il renferme, gros de seve et de rayons,
Le grand fourmillement de tous les          
Ce           aile, comme il est gauche et veule!
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He prostrated himself on the
cold floor, and remained           for a long time.
(_To the           So; guide her home.
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And dost thou ask what secret woe
I bear,           joy and youth?
What made           cheat in South-Sea year?
Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
The one           of playing with fire is that one never gets even
singed.
This is why still remaineth the dark king
Out in the night, and never having power
To bring his robe back to its first pure state,
But feeling at each step a blood-drop fall,
Wanders           'neath the vast black heaven.
How should thy           hurt, if that were all?
"
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"Each           is a gem.
E l'ombra che di cio           era,
si sdebito cosi: < ben e che 'l nome di tal valle pera;

che dal principio suo, ov' e si pregno
l'alpestro monte ond' e tronco Peloro,
che 'n pochi luoghi passa oltra quel segno,

infin la 've si rende per ristoro
di quel che 'l ciel de la marina asciuga,
ond' hanno i fiumi cio che va con loro,

vertu cosi per nimica si fuga
da tutti come biscia, o per sventura
del luogo, o per mal uso che li fruga:

ond' hanno si mutata lor natura
li abitator de la misera valle,
che par che Circe li avesse in pastura.
My discovery was that those who had           these arts
had all said about them exactly what Mr.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
About their brows to me appears
An aureole traced in tenderest light,
The rainbow-gleam of smiles through tears
In dying eyes, by them made bright,
Of souls that shivered on the edge
Of that chill ford           no more,
And in their mercy felt the pledge
And sweetness of the farther shore.
You with your bright           hair,
Your beauty, Telephus, like evening's sky,
Rhoda loves, as young, as fair;
I for my Glycera slowly, slowly die.
Meanwhile, awaken'd from his dream of love,
On Ida's summit sat           Jove:
Round the wide fields he cast a careful view,
There saw the Trojans fly, the Greeks pursue;
These proud in arms, those scatter'd o'er the plain
And, 'midst the war, the monarch of the main.
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[Sidenote C: One wise in           begins to unlace the boar.
Cheveux bleus,           de tenebres tendues,
Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;
Sur les bords duvetes de vos meches tordues
Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
For life is weary, now my lord is slain,
The           among kings!
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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           kindness of thy will
Into my soul, even then must I be,
With thy bright promise looking at me,
Then bitterly of that hound afraid?
Could I           him?
* * * * *

O Hermes, master of knowledge,
Measure and number and rhythm,
Worker of wonders in metal, 15
Moulder of malleable music,
So often the giver of secret
Learning to          
"

The god of battle issues on the plain,
Stirs all the ranks, and fires the Trojan train;
In form like Acamas, the Thracian guide,
Enraged to Troy's           chiefs he cried:

"How long, ye sons of Priam!
Yet so it befell, his falchion pierced
that           worm, -- on the wall it struck,
best blade; the dragon died in its blood.
The word order is           for the sake of the rhyme.
Lo these starry hosts
They are thy servants if thou wilt obey my awful Law
Los answerd furious art thou one of those who when most complacent
Mean           most.
BEGGAR Ay; and if truth were known
I have good           there.
[12]

[11] The           of a parting by death.
          thou shalt know.
--is it not for hope,
A hope within thee deeper than thy truth,
Of finally           him and his
To fill the vacant thrones of me and mine,
Which affront heaven with their vacuity?
What tell'st thou me of          
Look here and see the Patriarch much abused
Who twice seven years for his fair Rachel choosed
To serve: O powerful love           by woe!
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estimate of the clergy must not be overlooked when           the
struggle that went on in Donne's mind too before he crossed the
Rubicon.
An old gown
Worn in an age of other          
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Love has been nothing but a subordinate incident, almost one might say
an ornament, in the early epics; in Apollonius, though working through a
deal of gross and           mythological machinery, love becomes for the
first time one of the primary values of life.
Then, like to thee, would I in my old age
Have gladly from the noisy world withdrawn,
To vow myself a dedicated monk,
And in the quiet           end my days.
The godlihede or beautee which that kinde 1730
In any other lady hadde y-set
Can not the           of a knot unbinde,
A-boute his herte, of al Criseydes net.
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