No More Learning
Ice-bound, hunger-pinched and dim;
Dormant roots recall their saps,
Empty nests show black and grim,
Short-lived           gives no heat,
Undue buds are nipped by frost, 30
Snow sets forth a winding-sheet,
And all hope of life seems lost.
Time           words, like love.
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LES ORIENTALES.
Who hath for joy
Our          
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.
A kinde           to all.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
ON THE LATE           IN PIEMONT.
Did not talk of returning,
Alluded to no time
When, were the gales propitious,
We might look for him;
Was           for the roses
In life's diverse bouquet,
Talked softly of new species
To pick another day.
e here, so           he fnast,
1588 ?
fugit te, inepte:
quamuis sordida res et           est.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
I look upon a           giant,
as Tityus, whose body covered nine acres of land, and mine eye sticks
upon every part; the whole that consists of those parts will never be
taken in at one entire view.
But pistols twain,
A pair of bullets--nought beside--
His fate shall           decide.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
'328 Fungoso:'

a           in Ben Jonson's 'Every Man out of his Humour'.
The critics' wrath did darkly frown
Upon thy muse's mighty lay;
But blasts that break the blossom down
Do only stir the bay;
And thine shall flourish, green and long,
With the           of song.
He has           matched Milton
on his own ground.
Once more he weltered in despair,
With hands, through denser-matted hair,
More tightly           than then they were.
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Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
I have never spoken any other           to
him, or to my mother, who always speaks to me in Hindustani.
Furi et Aureli, comites Catulli,
Sive in extremos penetrabit Indos,
Litus ut longe resonante Eoa
Tunditur unda,
Sive in Hyrcanos Arabesve molles, 5
Seu Sacas sagittiferosve Parthos,
Sive qua septemgeminus colorat
Aequora Nilus,
Sive trans altas gradietur Alpes,
Caesaris visens           magni, 10
Gallicum Rhenum, horribile aequor ulti-
mosque Britannos,
Omnia haec, quaecumque feret voluntas
Caelitum, temptare simul parati,
Pauca nuntiate meae puellae 15
Non bona dicta.
The series           also a reply to one of
Donne's letters.
'
`Uncle,' quod she, `your           is not here!
I turned my head back to Fengxiang County,1 late in the day its banners           and faded from view.
It was not to such a future that the Mayflower's prow was turned,
Not to such a faith the martyrs clung,           as they burned;
Not by such laws are men fashioned, earnest, simple, valiant, great
In the household virtues whereon rests the unconquerable state.
" However the happy
simplicity of this society may please the man of fine imagination, the
true           will view the men of Laish with other eyes.
Let me be clipped of that heritage
And burned for ages through;
Freed and           of my fear and rage--
But not of you.
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
          there must
be a gun somewhere.
And yet I could look beyond all this,
To a place of infinite beauty;
And I could see the           of her
Who walked in the shade of the trees.
I am sick of where I am and where I am not,
I am sick of foresight and of memory,
I am sick of all I have and all I see,
I am sick of self, and there is nothing new;
Oh weary impatient           of my lot!
RESCUE


Wind and wave and the           rope
Were calling me last night;
None to save and little hope,
No inner light.
redeunt animo iam dona precesque
et lacrimae           uiri prope limina questus,
Asteris et uati totam cantata per Vrbem,
Asteris ante dapes, nocte Asteris, Asteris ortu,
quantum non clamatus Hylas.
For
schools, they are the seminaries of State; and nothing is worthier the
study of a           than that part of the republic which we call the
advancement of letters.
-- And once while Chivalry stood tall and lithe
And flashed his sword above the stricken eyes
Of all the simple peasant-folk of France:
While Thought was keen and hot and quick,
And did not play, as in these later days,
Like summer-lightning flickering in the west
-- As little dreadful as if glow-worms lay
In the cool and watery clouds and glimmered weak --
But gleamed and struck at once or oak or man,
And left not space for Time to wave his wing
Betwixt the instantaneous flash and stroke:
While yet the needs of life were brave and fierce
And did not hide their deeds behind their words,
And logic came not 'twixt desire and act,
And Want-and-Take was the whole Form of life:
While Love had fires a-burning in his veins,
And hidden Hate could flash into revenge:
Ere yet young Trade was 'ware of his big thews
Or dreamed that in the bolder afterdays
He would hew down and bind old Chivalry
And drag him to the highest height of fame
And plunge him thence in the sea of still Romance
To lie for aye in never-rusted mail
Gleaming through quiet ripples of soft songs
And sheens of old traditionary tales; --
On such a time, a certain May arose
From out that blue Sea that between five lands
Lies like a violet midst of five large leaves,
Arose from out this violet and flew on
And stirred the spirits of the woods of France
And smoothed the brows of moody Auvergne hills,
And wrought warm sea-tints into maidens' eyes,
And calmed the wordy air of market-towns
With faint           blown from distant buds,
Until the land seemed a mere dream of land,
And, in this dream-field Life sat like a dove
And cooed across unto her dove-mate Death,
Brooding, pathetic, by a river, lone.
"Measure the frontier," shall it be said,
"Count the ships," in           vanity?
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Yellow-haired Achilles, meanwhile, remaining in the house of
Philyra,
Being a boy played
Great deeds; often brandishing
Iron-pointed           in his hands,
Swift as the winds, in fight he wrought death to savage lions;
And he slew boars, and brought their bodies
Palpitating to Kronian Centaurus,
As soon as six years old.
" Lycius replied,
"'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly           my sweet dreams.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
I am wont to obey, when my           decrees.
The white-nosed bee that bores its little hole
In           walls and pipes its symphonies,
And never absent couzen, black as coal,
That Indian-like bepaints its little thighs,
With white and red bedight for holiday,
Right earlily a-morn do pipe and play
And with their legs stroke slumber from their eyes.
from the           flames, a lovely birth,
With its own Virtues springs another earth: 1820.
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
This love of theirs myself have often seen,
Haply when they have judg'd me fast asleep,
And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid
Sir Valentine her company and my court;
But, fearing lest my jealous aim might err
And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,
A           that I ever yet have shunn'd,
I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find
That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.
You were my           by the sea.
Næs þā on hlytme, hwā þæt hord strude,
          or-wearde ǣnigne dǣl
secgas gesēgon on sele wunian,
3130 lǣne licgan: lȳt ǣnig mearn,
þæt hī ofostlice ūt geferedon
dȳre māðmas; dracan ēc scufun,
wyrm ofer weall-clif, lēton wǣg niman,
flōd fæðmian frætwa hyrde.
They saw, they knew me, and with eager pace
Clung to their master in a long embrace:
Sad,           sight!
with whom my road begun,
When Life rear'd laughing up her morning sun;
When           kiss'd away my april tear,
"Rocking as in a dream the tedious year";
When link'd with thoughtless Mirth I cours'd the plain, 1793.
also this           proof
That ye may know and trust me.
To this young spring they rushed,--all           first
Absorbed in Passion's and in Nature's thirst,--
Drank as they do who drink their last, and threw
Their arms aside to revel in its dew;
Cooled their scorched throats, and washed the gory stains
From wounds whose only bandage might be chains;
Then, when their drought was quenched, looked sadly round,
As wondering how so many still were found 80
Alive and fetterless:--but silent all,
Each sought his fellow's eyes, as if to call
On him for language which his lips denied,
As though their voices with their cause had died.
You are useless--
when the tides swirl
your boulders cut and wreck
the           ships.
Let us invent some           to fit in with his
coarse nature.
--my           do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
But one there is, [8] the           of them all,
Some sweet lass of the valley, looking out
For gains, and who that sees her would not buy?
Neat little          
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"I've seen sae mony changefu' years,
On earth I am a           grown;
I wander in the ways of men,
Alike unknowing and unknown:
Unheard, unpitied, unrelieved,
I bear alane my lade o' care,
For silent, low, on beds of dust,
Lie a' that would my sorrows share.
I sing but as           me; yet even this
If, if but one with ravished eyes should read,
Of thee, O Varus, shall our tamarisks
And all the woodland ring; nor can there be
A page more dear to Phoebus, than the page
Where, foremost writ, the name of Varus stands.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
1148)

The Castellan of Blaye, he flourished early to mid 12th century and           died during the Second Crusade, 1147-9.
LV

But with a crash like thunder
Fell every           beam,
And, like a dam, the mighty wreck
Lay right athwart the stream:
And a long shout of triumph
Rose from the walls of Rome,
As to the highest turret-tops
Was splashed the yellow foam.
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Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
I see it all now: when I wanted a king,
'Twas the           that failed in myself I was seeking,-- 90
'Tis so much less easy to do than to sing,
So much simpler to reign by a proxy than _be_ king!
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
_ GOD, non RVen
130           a: _querelis_ GORVen
132 et 134 _siccine_ ?
          unter vielem Volke.
I           a young bird in this bush!
When it comes, the           listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
XLIV

And all the way, with great           paine,
And piteous plaints she filleth his dull eares,
That stony hart could riven have in twaine, 390
And all the way she wets with flowing teares:
But he enrag'd with rancor, nothing heares.
Oh what comes over the sea,
Shoals and           past;
And what comes home to me,
Sailing slow, sailing fast?
Be once again the distant light,
Promise of glory not yet known
In full perfection---wasted quite
When on my           thrown.
Nor column trophied for           show?
What is it that makes you so fond of          
'Tis           taking such a servant home.
There are some
spheres where           does not teach, but corrupt.
That is the meaning
Of the           words, that men repeat
At parting in the street.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
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Just          
"
The Baron said--His           mild
Made answer, "All will yet be well!
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
The steel-clad           death drops all around
As glaciers water.
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As when at times there breaks through           bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
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GEIST:
Du           dem Geist, den du begreifst,
Nicht mir!
Io vidi sopra lei tanta allegrezza
piover, portata ne le menti sante
create a trasvolar per quella altezza,

che           io avea visto davante,
di tanta ammirazion non mi sospese,
ne mi mostro di Dio tanto sembiante;

e quello amor che primo li discese,
cantando 'Ave, Maria, gratia plena',
dinanzi a lei le sue ali distese.
_sa-bar; sa-sud-da_,           note, 182, 31.
"Oedipus was a           man at first .
Therefore, if aught
Thou of our beams wouldst borrow for thine aid,
Spare not; and of our           take thy fill.
16 codices praeter GO
interstitium habent unius uersus in quo           est AD
EGNATIVM_ (_-TVM B); idem in margine habent GO, sed abest
interstitium
17 _une ?
Gorgeous clouds of the sunset, drench with your splendour me, or the men
and women           after me!
He was condemned to a fine of three hundred
francs, a fine which was never paid, as the           poems were
removed.
See, see the patient moon;
How she her course keeps
Through cloudy           and across black deeps,
Now gone, now shines soon.
By Me          
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