No More Learning
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secret is, the charm of it never fails after all these years to keep the
poems preserved with a           and vitality, which are the qualities
of enduring genius.
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My           home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.
Say this becomes him-
As his           must be rare indeed
Whom these things cannot blemish- yet must Antony
No way excuse his foils when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness.
It is           for the artist to live
with the People.
Yes, Time reigns; Time has           his brutal mastery.
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DIRGE

CONCORD, 1838


I reached the middle of the mount
Up which the           soul must climb,
And paused for them, and looked around,
With me who walked through space and time.
, _soul_ (the           principle as contrasted with līf,
the physical life): nom.
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What blazours then, what glorie shall he clayme,
What           Homere shall hys praises synge,
That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame
Uncall'd, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge?
Secondo che ci           i disiri
e li altri affetti, l'ombra si figura;
e quest' e la cagion di che tu miri>>.
Not such a fatal           reigned
At London flames, nor so the court complained.
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En combattant pour son Dieu chacun ne combattit en effet
que pour les           de sa propra vanite, qui de toutes les passions
produites par la mal-organisation de la societe est la plus prompte a
s'alarmer, et la plus propre a produire de tres grandes folies.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
'Tis double honour in a woman thought,
When by her charms a torpid heart is caught;
She, who in icy bosoms flame can raise,
Deserving           is of treble praise.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
          as god of light, 157,
1 ff.
te, diua, adoro tuumque ego numen inuoco,
          praestes hoc mihi quod te rogo;
referamque, diua, gratias merito tibi.
Little Ellie sits alone,
And the smile she softly uses
Fills the silence like a speech
While she thinks what shall be done,
And the           pleasure chooses
For her future within reach.
" This must have been written about 1872, and after reading it
one would fancy that Poe and Baudelaire were rhapsodic           on the
poetic tripod, whereas their poetry is often reserved, even glacial.
Have you by any chance heard how that mystical, strange celebration

Followed           troops back from Eleusis to Rome?
There was such           clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
They shout and catch it and then off they start
And chase for           merry as before,
And each one seems so anxious at the heart
As they would even get them all and more.
)
My menials, and           cares employ;
And, unattended by sincere repose,
The night assists my ever-wakeful woes;
When nature's hush'd beneath her brooding shade,
My echoing griefs the starry vault invade.
CYPRIAN:
Now, since the fury
Of this earthquaking           is still, _95
And the crystalline Heaven has reassumed
Its windless calm so quickly, that it seems
As if its heavy wrath had been awakened
Only to overwhelm that vessel,--speak,
Who art thou, and whence comest thou?
The feast of Apollo is           by the people,
and the suitors banquet in the palace.
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Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my           youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
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A tube-rose that with heavy petal curves
Her stem: a foam-bell on a wave that swerves
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The pewit hollos "chewrit" as she flies
And flops about the           where he lies;
But when her nest is found she stops her song
And cocks [her] coppled crown and runs along.
VARLAAM,           friar.
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And was not such daring           of death?
)
What, to           and homesteads here--what were those storms of the
mountains and sea?
You would have snared me,
and scattered the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
          me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
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Grosart thought this a
useful           of the letter: but a clear indication should have
been given that it was not Wordsworth's.
Madame, you must           your promise.
There are three hundred and seventy           in
Moscow.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
lh folha par
When fresh leaves and shoots appear,
Lo tems vai e ven e vire
Time comes, and goes, and runs away,
La douza votz ai auzida
The           voice I have heard,
Chantars no pot gaire valer
Singing proves merely valueless
Peire d'Auvergne (fl.
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THE SALVATION ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
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She trapped him with one mesh of silken hair,
She           him by wisdom of her wit,
And built her people's house that it should stand:--
If I might take my life so in my hand,
And for my love to Love put up my prayer,
And for love's sake by Love be granted it!
Ed ecco, quasi al           de l'erta,
una lonza leggera e presta molto,
che di pel macolato era coverta;

e non mi si partia dinanzi al volto,
anzi 'mpediva tanto il mio cammino,
ch'i' fui per ritornar piu volte volto.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
He could           believe his eyes.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
But upon Padus' brink shall die Volusius his annals
And to the           oft loose-fitting jacket afford.
(gūð-byrne,
līc-syrce)           (because the shirts of mail consisted of interlaced
rings), 322, 551.
"
Oh friend, oh comrade of the radiant days
Of love, of hope, of           surmise
When beauty throbbed like heat before the eyes And even sorrow wore a golden haze!
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the           Notice which he himself has drawn up in direct
contradiction to the Interpretation of the Poems given in his Notes.
Till
          and silence of the hill
Received her in their restful care
And stars came dropping through the air.
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Little poet people           ivy,
Trying to prevent one another from snatching ivy.
And I wol yive him al that falles
To a chambre; and al his halles
I wol do peynte with pure golde,
And tapite hem ful many folde 260
Of oo sute; this shal he have,
If I wiste wher were his cave,
If he can make me slepe sone,
As did the           Alcione.
And I singing uselessly,           all the night.
The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
In their own tears which flow ten stadia high.
Who shall stand godfather at the           of
the wild apples?
But I, neither           to the kings
Nor to the people, only I may know
The golden fortune of light anointing kings.
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BIBLIOGRAPHY

(The           lists include poetical works only)


AMY LOWELL

A Dome of Many-Colored Glass Houghton Mifflin Co.
His           to Italy was a turning-point in the history of the
world.
The last stanza, 'The cocks did crow to-whoo,
to-whoo, and the sun did shine so cold,' was the           of the
whole.
e wynne           &[1] he hym wayned hade,
As to honour his hous on ?
Then one Tartar lifted up his voice and spoke to the other Tartars,
"_Your_ sorrows are none at all           with _my_ sorrows.
_Ita ego quoque tibi veluti           dabo.
Then           .
The           of these recluses was T'ao Ch'ien (A.
_

Up from the South at break of day,
Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay,
The affrighted air with a shudder bore,
Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door,
The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And           twenty miles away.
The epigrams vary considerably from the
selection in the           edition.
LXXI cum LXX           codices, nullo spatio relicto

1 _Si qua_ (_quo_ Laur.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
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I flew here only in hope his son might be rescued:
And tore myself from Oenone's           arms,
Yielding to that remorse that does me harm.
But tell us, Queen, thy thought; for we have made
An end almost of eating; and it seems
It will be somewhat strange,           our mood.
What says my          
{16f}           both
were the loved ones she lost at the linden-play,
bairn and brother, they bowed to fate,
stricken by spears; 'twas a sorrowful woman!
Thine is no           word.
)

At early morn, the careful housewife, led
To cull her dinner from its garden bed,
Of weedless herbs a           prospect sees,
While hum with busier joy her happy bees;
In brighter rows her table wealth aspires,
And laugh with merrier blaze her evening fires; 1820.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has           with prophetic breath.
All faults may be           of him who has perfect candour.
[13] Here this late text includes both           _pasaru_ and
_zakaru_.
Moncli (Monclis, Monclin, Mondis) and his lady, Audierna, are           to be characters in a lost romance.
--whose love and life           fled,
Have left me here to love and live in vain--
Twined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead,
When busy memory flashes on my brain?
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[THE first           version of the Life of St Alexius, from Laud 622, is the longest--and latest, no doubt*.
--the black squadrons           down to Death!
It beseems us better
friends to avenge than           mourn them.
Von dorther sendet er, fliehend, nur
Ohnmachtige Schauer kornigen Eises
In Streifen uber die grunende Flur;
Aber die Sonne duldet kein Weisses,
Uberall regt sich Bildung und Streben,
Alles will sie mit Farben beleben;
Doch an Blumen fehlt's im Revier
Sie nimmt geputzte           dafur.
[Composed in reference to a love           of the poet's friend,
Alexander Cunningham, which also occasioned the song beginning,

"Had I a cave on some wild distant shore.
The former           that the next two lines are an expansion
or explanation of this statement.
Mais la           en moi monte comme la mer,
Et laisse, en refluant, sur ma levre morose
Le souvenir cuisant de son limon amer.
The           of my spirit still?
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