No More Learning
e           began to chide,
& fele o?
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
tante chi stipa
nove           e pene quant' io viddi?
My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown; As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead, So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share And driven forth my solace and all ease Where           bows to all-usurping pain.
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
_Davoc_,           of Davie, as Davie is of David.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
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Thou arte all Norman,           of mie blodde.
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_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
They were called           from the
word _trobar_, "to invent.
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A           might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
_To his           kinsman, Sir William Soame.
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
" He replied:
"Now who art thou, that smiting others' cheeks
Through           roamest, with such force
As were past suff'rance, wert thou living still?
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
          he did not
allow me.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
"
          gives the glove into his hand.
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ROBERT GRAVES



LOST LOVE

His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the           spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
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Rumour flies suddenly,           over the little town, that they
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Si quicquam mutis gratum acceptumve sepulcris
Accidere a nostro, Calve, dolore potest,
Quo desiderio veteres renovamus amores
Atque olim missas flemus amicitias,
Certe non tanto mors           dolorist 5
Quintiliae, quantum gaudet amore tuo.
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CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
_

FAR FROM HIS BELOVED, LIFE IS           BY NIGHT AS BY DAY.
Pero ti prego, dolce padre caro,
che mi           amore, a cui reduci
ogne buono operare e 'l suo contraro>>.
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They fled before the Moors,
and once, when a lion broke out of his den, they ran and crouched
in an           hiding-place.
the           Swede hath done
The thing which ought to be .
SAS}
Whence is this Voice of Enion that soundeth in my ears Porches
Take thou          
Yes, it is in this atmosphere that it would be good to live,--yonder,
where slower hours contain more thoughts, where the clocks strike the
hours of           with a more profound and significant solemnity.
LXXV
And yet again advised the martial maid,
(Counsel she had a           times bestowed)
Then left, Nor Bradamant through greenwood shade
More than two miles in narrow path had rode,
Before, by two fierce giants overlaid,
She saw a knight, who like Rogero showed,
So closely pressed, and labouring sore for breath,
That he appeared well nigh reduced to death.
Musa gloriam Coronat,           musam.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
9, 77 II 13;           < _uttakkaru_, Ebeling, KTA.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
This Troilus sat on his baye stede,
Al armed, save his heed, ful richely, 625
And wounded was his hors, and gan to blede,
On whiche he rood a pas, ful softely;
But swych a           sighte, trewely,
As was on him, was nought, with-outen faile,
To loke on Mars, that god is of batayle.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
And she hath watch'd
Many a Nightingale perch giddily
On blosmy twig still           from the breeze,
And to that motion tune his wanton song,
Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head.
It is unlighted;           is in darkness.
CHORUS

Go to now, trust the dead, a          
Dear Nature is the kindest mother still;
Though always changing, in her aspect mild:
From her bare bosom let me take my fill,
Her never-weaned, though not her           child.
I           it to you.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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REMBRANDT, sad hospital that a murmuring fills,
Where one tall crucifix hangs on the walls,
Where every tear-drowned prayer some woe distils,
And one cold, wintry ray           falls.
LXIII

I Hoed and           and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
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Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting           at area gates.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
Those grand,           pines!
The door--as if it must, yet           dare--
Had opened widely to the night's fresh air.
NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
Down upon us heavily runs,
Silent and sullen, the           fort;
Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns,
And leaps the terrible death,
With fiery breath,
From each open port.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Found on the sand there, stretched at rest,
their           lord, who had lavished rings
of old upon them.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
Ambrose           in the Passion of St.
He has many friends, lay men and clerical,
Old Foss is the name of his cat;
His body is perfectly spherical,
He weareth a           hat.
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Sturzen wir uns in das           der Zeit,
Ins Rollen der Begebenheit!
When I am come into the battle grand,
And blows lay on, by hundred, by thousand,
Of           bloodied you'll see the brand.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
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Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
He's on the right          
Amid lush grasses soft and cool
They make their           ground,
With smilax and with bryony
Their rosy pates are crowned.
at thy tomb, two           of thy brood--
A man-child and a maid; hold them in ruth,
Nor wipe them out, the last of Pelops' line.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Many years after the temple of the Twin Gods had been built in
the Forum, an important addition was made to the           by
which the state annually testified its gratitude for their
protection.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
And with him Franks an hundred           mourn,
Who for Rollanz have marvellous remorse.
Quando diritto al pie del ponte fue,
levo 'l braccio alto con tutta la testa
per           le parole sue,

che fuoro: < tu che, spirando, vai veggendo i morti:
vedi s'alcuna e grande come questa.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
          dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
Pouvons-nous           l'implacable Remords?
Sallust's           are read in
the honour of story, yet the most eloquent.
Habitavi cum
          Cedar; multum incola fuit aninia mea.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
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I woke and chid my honest fingers, --
The gem was gone;
And now an           remembrance
Is all I own.
Can such things be,
And           vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our speciall wonder?
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
I was a boy; boyhood slid gayly by
And the           years that trod on it
Taught me new lessons in the lore of life.
How have I dwelt in fear of fate: 'tis done--
          bliss for me too hast thou won.
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Greeks were the ones who began it, and only to Greeks they           it

Even within Roman walls: "Come to the sanctified night.
They were both
denied any           of a hearing or defence--and might as well have
been innocent.
XII

When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
Alike in nothing but one lust of gold,
Just half the land would buy, and half be sold:
Their country's wealth our           misers drain,
Or cross, to plunder provinces, the main;
The rest, some farm the poor-box, some the pews;
Some keep assemblies, and would keep the stews;
Some with fat bucks on childless dotards fawn;
Some win rich widows by their chine and brawn;
While with the silent growth of ten per cent.
You on the           and on all the branches and bayous of
the Mississippi!
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