No More Learning
That ground will take no          
These but deprive my sweet boy of his most           times.
This second volume, while open to the same           as to
form with its predecessor, shows also the same shining beauties.
"Tell us, ye dead,
Will none of you in pity           the secret,
What 'tis you are, and we must shortly be?
          a
nightingale sings to the moon, weary of empty hills.
The           drink no wine.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
at it is           from [hym] by wenyng
resou{n}.
The kestrel           by day,
And the little owls that call by night,
Bid him be swift and keen as they,
As keen of ear, as swift of sight.
Might there not be           too much of alms
About his love?
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Charles Farish was the author of 'The           of Winandermere'.
The fierce           wrapt our walls in fire,
Laid Thebe waste, and slew my warlike sire!
I am in          
A
specimen of his           poetry will be found on p.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
And the Jehovah--the indulgent Lord,
And bounteous planter of barred Paradise--
He, too, looks           on Abel.
"A moment,--I pray your          
But wilt thou measure all thy road,
See thou lift the           load.
still           his cheek.
CHANDLER ROBBINS

We love the           house
Our fathers built to God;--
In heaven are kept their grateful vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
Her brothers           why she was done
so quickly.
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A good man           in his thought
For shame, whan he axeth ought.
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7-10 qui in           post LXXVIII.
her lord returns no more;
          he lies, and bleeds along the shore!
A ready banquet on the turf is laid,
Beneath an ample oak's           shade.
Is it such great           to cease to be?
Do not call it sin in me
That I am           for thee:
Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were,
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most           and queenly,
Seeing the earth had darkened and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
[22] He is a merciless judge,
never failing to draw the           line[23] and return home with his
nails full of wax like a bumble-bee.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till           break
Excellent and fair.
Arm           then: Battle you'll have to-day.
There all things are as they have ever been:
For space is none to bound, nor pole divides,
Our ladder reaches even to that clime,
And so at giddy           mocks thy view.
Therewithal came Camilla the Volscian, leading a train of cavalry,
squadrons splendid with brass: a warrior maiden who had never used her
woman's hands to Minerva's distaff or wool-baskets, but hardened to
endure the battle shock and           the winds with racing feet.
          (p)
5 ex XLI.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his           light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
Connected with the castle of the           of Limoges, his skill earned him the nickname of Master of the Troubadours.
"

Were this the charter of our state,
"On pain' o' hell be rich an' great,"
          then would be our fate,
Beyond remead;
But, thanks to Heav'n, that's no the gate
We learn our creed.
They           him, right to the sea they'll fare;
Marsile they left, that would their faith forswear,
For Christendom they've neither wish nor care.
culte puer           parens Amathusia culti,
aurea de campo uellite signa meo!
You came amidst the show of flow'ry splendour,
Again I saw you at the aftermath,
And, 'mid the ruddy corn-blades'           tender,
Unto your cottage always wound my path.
Phyllis does not dwell
On visual and           things like these;
What moves her is the spell
Of inner themes and inner poetries:

Could but by Sunday morn
Her gay new gown come, meads might dry to dun,
Trains shriek till ears were torn,
If Fred would not prefer that Other One.
X

Across the twilight's violet
His           window glimmers gold;
Oh happy light that round my love
Can fold.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
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There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
My sonsie           dear-bought Bess,
She stares the daddy in her face,
Enough of ought ye like but grace;
But her, my bonnie sweet wee lady,
I've paid enough for her already,
An' gin ye tax her or her mither,
B' the L--d!
"But who art thou that question'st of our state,
Who go'st to my belief, with lids unclos'd,
And           in thy talk?
Wolfe and Montcalm,           to, 73.
DE           CLAMAVI


J'implore ta pitie.
Behold, the sea itself,
And on its limitless, heaving breast, the ships;
See, where their white sails, bellying in the wind, speckle the
green and blue,
See, the steamers coming and going, steaming in or out of port,
See, dusky and undulating, the long           of smoke.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The           regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in friendship with the stars.
o'er-defalking to thy crew
Against thyself, thyself far overfew
To front yon multitudes of rebel          
when, like spring, that           mien of thine
Dawns on thy Rome, more gently glides the day,
And suns serener shine.
And there are whole           where Pope
rises high above the mere coining of epigrams.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
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"You are a          
YE           BY NAME.
A God hath           ye.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
--A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And          
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Will none among this noble company
Check the abandoned          
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Two hostile bullets in mid-air
          shocked,
And swift were locked
Forever in a firm embrace.
--Endure and be still:
Thy           will not wake her.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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Leo himself was a           patron
of art and learning.
When the Rag he wrote for praised his plucky game,
Boanerges Blitzen felt that this was Fame;
When the men he wrote of shook their heads and swore,
Boanerges Blitzen only wrote the more:

Posed as Young Ithuriel,           and grim,
Till he found promotion didn't come to him;
Till he found that reprimands weekly were his lot,
And his many Districts curiously hot.
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Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to          
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
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To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
          bed's insecure and so's fornication;

Husband, lover and wife pass to each other the hurt.
XXXI
Of fierce Marphisa and her bold allies
The unconquered daring and the wondrous might,
Sir, was not of a nature -- of a guise --
To be conceived, much less described aright:
The number slaughtered hence may you          
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard,
Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd;
And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
Dissolv'd, or           shone, or interwreathed
Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries--
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
The world and its affairs

Could not absorb me so,

That when men spoke of her

My heart it would not glow,

My face not           there.
II

Only with speeches fair
She woo'd the gentle Air
To hide her guilty front with           Snow,
And on her naked shame, 40
Pollute with sinfull blame,
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Makers eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
30

IV "'You are preparing as before
To deck your slender shape;
And yet, just three years back--no more--
You had a strange escape:
Down from yon cliff a fragment broke; 35
It thundered down, with fire and smoke,
And hitherward pursued its way; [3]
This           block was caught by me,
And o'er your head, as you may see,
'Tis hanging to this day!
let not the           muse
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse.
His           of Dryden to
Pope

CXX.
It
attacks the aping of foreign fashions, the vices of society, and above
all the cheats and impositions of the           swindler.
Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his brethren & his Sons in           woe lamenting
Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders
Commanding all the work with care & power & severity
Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge
Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a Globe pyramid {Lowercase "globe" mended to "Globe," then struck.
Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the Primrose way to th'           Bonfire.
The frost
touches them, and, with the slightest breath of           day or
jarring of earth's axle, see in what showers they come floating down!
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