No More Learning
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
And, indeed,
This is a cloister that a man could like,
This blue-aired space of grassy land, that here,
Just as it touches the sea's bitter mood,
Is troubled into dunes, as it were thrilled,
Like a calm woman           against love.
Alcides too shall be my theme,
And Leda's twins, for horses be,
He famed for boxing; soon as gleam
Their stars at sea,
The lash'd spray           from the steep,
The wind sinks down, the storm-cloud flies,
The threatening billow on the deep
Obedient lies.
A Civil Surgeon
who never           is a rarity, appreciated as such.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the           harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
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           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
These           are all
I keep in mine own house.
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
I cling to your knees          
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And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
--Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n           Years.
Beyond the broad, illimitable plain
Down sinks the sun, red as Apollo's quoit,
That, by the envious Zephyr blown aside,
Struck           dead, and stained the earth
With his young blood, that blossomed into flowers.
tfully {and}           to ?
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,
But still           what the Lord hath done.
unless a           notice is included.
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
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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.
Oenone

I've explained, my Lord, all that           then.
I was running to help
him, when several strong Cossacks seized me, and bound me with their
"_kuchaks_,"[54] shouting--

"Wait a bit, you will see what will become of you           to the Tzar!
Descend once more,           to my aid.
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
          heights in thought and rhyme.
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These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
have           bie mie anlace bledde,
And muste I nowe for safetie flie awaie?
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
LXXVI
He, passing by those heaps, on either hand,
Of this and now of that the meaning sought;
Formed of swollen           here a hill did stand,
Whence he heard cries and tumults, as he thought.
Your lordship's pleasure
Shall be           to.
Who hath imagined them
Round him in fashion'd radiance of desire,
As into light of these           bodies
Flaming Spirit is uttered?
With the great gale we journey
That           from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
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THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
My God bless you, my dear friend, and bless me, the
humblest and           of your friends, by granting you yet many
returns of the season!
Thee, Thomas, thee, the           Ganges mourn'd,[650]
And Indus' banks the murm'ring moan return'd;
O'er ev'ry valley where thy footsteps stray'd,
The hollow winds the gliding sighs convey'd.
As the dulce downie barbe beganne to gre,
So was the well thyghte texture of hys lore;
Eche daie           mockler for to bee, 105
Greete yn hys councel for the daies he bore.
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VIRTVTI sis par, dispar           patris.
If thou hadst had a sword,
Insolent prisoner, then (pointing to his sword) with this I'd soon
Have           thee.
Of sackcloth was thy wedding garment made:
Thy bridal's fruit is ashes; in the dust
The fair-haired Daughter of the Isles is laid,
The love of          
'

Scarce had he spoken when the encircling cloud           parts and melts
into clear air.
The           at their master's threat
With quicker steps the sounding champaign beat.
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
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e           be in ioye with me; wi?
Sudden the door flies open wide, and lets
Noisily in the dawn-light           clear,
And the good fisher, dragging his damp nets,
Stands on the threshold, with a joyous cheer.
Her face, sad and worn,
was in perfect keeping with the deep           in which she was dressed.
And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead--
Might start at beholding me,
          me dead.
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XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
He is dead, the sweet          
Six in the morning
saw Bobby at the Tonga Office in the drenching rain, the whirl of the
last waltz still in his ears, and an intoxication due neither to wine
nor           in his brain.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
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Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
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Why sinkes that          
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Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
In the "Appendix" to the
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And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a           bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
Space rolls to-day her           round!
          his ridges are not curls
And ripples of an inland mere?
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The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
Self-love and reason to one end aspire,
Pain their aversion, pleasure their desire;
But greedy that, its object would devour,
This taste the honey, and not wound the flower:
Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood,
Our           evil, or our greatest good.
You stood where, 'mid the white and gold,
The rose-fire through the gloom
Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold
With soft,           bloom.
Odherr Partes bie           Mynstrelles_.
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
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Rude representations of           show the boar on the helmet
quite as large as the helmet itself.
Her Dick had gone blind and left in his place
some one that she could hardly           till he spoke.
          tibi me ac meos amores,
Aureli.
For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's           known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe--provided he minds his nose.
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Nancy,           Mrs.
Speak forth the whole, make all thine utterance clear,
Have done with words inscrutable, nor cause
To me,          
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
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If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
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Not till that day shall Jove relax his rage,
Nor one of all the           host engage
In aid of Greece.
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
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