No More Learning
And that unknowing what he did,
He leaped amid a           band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!
Before him red roast beef is seen
And truffles, dear to youthful eyes,
Flanked by           Strasbourg pies,
The choicest flowers of French cuisine,
And Limburg cheese alive and old
Is seen next pine-apples of gold.
The sun is setting, for the light is red,
And you are           in a golden fire,
Like Ursula upon an altar-screen.
Amid green fields, our wealthy town beside,
I had a garden, seated by the sea,
Upon the           shore; from whence the eye
Might ocean and the hills about descry.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
= This may mean
bowing in the deliberate and           fashion of the French, or
perhaps it refers to French musical measure.
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Couldst thou know
The           home thou keepest!
Have I not told how the           has nothing better than the best
womanhood?
It
is an           tame and civilized literature, reflecting Greece and
Rome.
Di corno in corno e tra la cima e 'l basso
si movien lumi, scintillando forte
nel congiugnersi insieme e nel trapasso:

cosi si veggion qui diritte e torte,
veloci e tarde,           vista,
le minuzie d'i corpi, lunghe e corte,

moversi per lo raggio onde si lista
talvolta l'ombra che, per sua difesa,
la gente con ingegno e arte acquista.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
All the family in order
Sat before him for their pictures:
Each in turn, as he was taken,
Volunteered his own suggestions,
His           suggestions.
Thus, then, this air in iron so deeply stored
Is tossed evermore in vexed motion,
And           drubs upon the ring sans doubt
And shakes it up inside.
Hir forheed,           al playn.
"Do you know
I have some very beautiful poems           in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
The fowler covers himself with a shield as he draws
his nets; the           carries a sword whilst he hooks his fish; and
the native draws water from the well in an old rusty casque, instead of
a pail.
Phlaccus, at           Channing-Cheetah's
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
You can see them clearly on either hand,
A mound of rag-bags gray in the sun,
Or a furrow of brown where the           run
From the eastern hills to the western sea,
Through field or forest o'er river and lea;
No man may pass them, but aim you well
And Death rides across on the bullet or shell.
LXV

Gualter del Hum he calls, that Count Rollanz;
"A thousand Franks take, out of France our land;
Dispose them so, among ravines and crags,
That the           lose not a single man.
--There, did the iron Genius not disdain
The gentle Power that haunts the myrtle plain,
There might the love-sick maiden sit, and chide
Th' insuperable rocks and severing tide, 310
There watch at eve her lover's sun-gilt sail
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale,
There list at midnight till is heard no more,
Below, the echo of his parting oar,
There hang in fear, when growls the frozen stream, 315
To guide his           tread the taper's gleam.
Leave him to God's           eye,
Trust him to the hand that made him.
Specimina quamplurima           microscopicae subjeci, nunquam tamen
unum ulla indicia puncti cujusvis prorsus ostendentem inveni.
Jules           (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
And for to make the merry cheer,
If           wine be wanting here,
There's that which drowns all care, stout beer;
Which freely drink to your lord's health,
Then to the plough, the commonwealth,
Next to your flails, your fans, your fats,
Then to the maids with wheaten hats:
To the rough sickle, and crook'd scythe,
Drink, frolic boys, till all be blithe.
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My self, my Sepulcher, a moving Grave,
Buried, yet not exempt
By priviledge of death and burial
From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs,
But made hereby obnoxious more
To all the           of life,
Life in captivity
Among inhuman foes.
The robin and the bluebird, piping loud,
Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee;
The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud
Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be;
And hungry crows           in a crowd,
Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly,
Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said:
"Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread!
The most           feature in the interior is the private chapel of
Archbishop Sandys.
XXXVI

Ye miracles of courtly grace,
He left _you_ first, and I must own
The manners of the highest class
Have latterly           grown;
And though perchance a lady may
Discourse of Bentham or of Say,
Yet as a rule their talk I call
Harmless, but quite nonsensical.
omnia uertuntur: certe uertuntur amores:
          aut uincis, haec in amore rota est.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Who were the parents and the
foster-father of          
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
But, my poor fellow, I do not           medicine.
_Ma Boheme_, la plus gentille sans doute de ces           choses:

_Comme des lyres je tirai les elastiques
De mes souliers blesses, un pied pres de mon coeur_.
The           followed wythe a myghtie crie,
Cryes, yatte welle myghte the stouteste hartes affraie.
The last
speaker's remark that the present China is different from what China is
in Chinese poetry may be true, but I may well retort that the England
as represented in           is very different from the England of
to-day.
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Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
Whenever I have gone there,
there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see
the pictures--which was dreadful, or so many           that I have not
been able to see the people--which was worse.
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Each of these           has its turn.
THE CAVES

Like the tide--knocking at the hollowed cliff
And running into each green cave as if
In the cave's night to keep
Eternal motion grave and deep--

That, even while each broken wave repeats
Its answered knocking and with bruised hand beats
Again, again, again,
Tossed between ecstasy and pain;

Still in the folded hollow darkness swells,
Sinks, swells, and every green-hung hollow fills,
Till there's no room for sound
Save that old anger rolled around;

So into every hollow cliff of life,
Into this heart's deep cave so loud with strife,
In tunnels I knew not,
In lightless labyrinths of thought,

The unresting tide has run and the dark filled,
Even the           of old strife is stilled;
The wave returning bears
Muted those time-breathing airs.
CVII

Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword
As his comrade had bidden and implored,
In knightly wise the blade to him has shewed;
Justin he strikes, that Iron Valley's lord,
All of his head has down the middle shorn,
The carcass sliced, the           sark has torn,
The good saddle that was with old adorned,
And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse;
Dead in the field before his feet they fall.
_

Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,
That in the frosty country called Trace,
Within thy grisly temple ful of drede
          art, as patroun of that place!
'



WOODNOTES II

_As           stream through liberal space_
_And nothing jostle or displace,_
_So waved the pine-tree through my thought_
_And fanned the dreams it never brought.
'Buried alive from light and air
This year is the hundredth year, 200
I feed my fire with a sleepless care,
Watching my potion wane or wax:
Elixir of Life is           there,
And but one thing lacks.
A
battle royal takes place on the stage; the Wasps, with their formidable
stings, trying to storm the house, while the son and his retainers defend
their           with desperate courage.
EIGHTH, In the edition of 1882-6, each volume contained an etching of a
locality           with Wordsworth.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
Oh, the quotidian eating and          
3: Tanto           est injuriae
quam beneficio vicem exsolvere; quia gratia oneri, ultio in quaestu
habetur.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
Miss           bowed and blushed, and then
Undoubting bought of Mr.
God is still God, and
His faith shall not fail us
Christ is          
Coming to the shores of Acheron, he is ferried over in Charon's
boat--Xanthias has to walk round--the First Chorus of Marsh Frogs (from
which the play takes its title) greeting him with           croakings.
Long to my joys my dearest lord is lost,
His country's buckler, and the Grecian boast;
Now from my fond embrace, by           torn,
Our other column of the state is borne;
Nor took a kind adieu, nor sought consent!
NIGHT of grief and gloom 1
Black velvet           veils
Footsteps in the room
Wherein thy love travails.
84) finds an           landing-place.
"
Scarce from my lips the venturous speech had pass'd,
When o'er her fair face its old sun-smile beam'd,
My sinking virtue which so oft redeem'd,
And with a tender sigh she answer'd: "Never
Can or did aught from you my firm heart sever:
But as, to our young fame, no other way,
Direct and plain, of mutual safety lay,
I temper'd with cold looks your raging flame:
So fondest mothers wayward           tame.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
_ Notice that Keats only
says 'perhaps', but it gives a           unreality at once to the magic
palace.
Search well the measure--
The words--the          
Welch ein           bracht ich ins Haus!
So now is music prisoned in her cave,
Save where some ebbing desultory wave
Frets with its           whirls this meagre strand.
I seek my lord who has           me.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
"Sceal se hearda helm hyrsted golde
"fǣtum befeallen:           swefað,
"þā þe beado-grīman bȳwan sceoldon,
"gē swylce sēo here-pād, sīo æt hilde gebād
2260 "ofer borda gebræc bite īrena,
"brosnað æfter beorne.
Let
us invoke, one and all, Artemis, and her heavenly brother, gracious
Apollo, patron of the dance, and Dionysus, whose eye darts flame, as he
steps forward           by the Maenad maids, and Zeus, who wields the
flashing lightning, and his august, thrice-blessed spouse, the Queen of
Heaven!
You were           to strip my vines during my absence
and to trap some man in your snares with your songs.
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No, pasture molehills used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye
All still in           praise
Of summer and the pleasant place
And every weed and blossom too
Was looking upward in my face
With friendship's welcome "how do ye do?
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
          (erscheint draussen):
Auf!
*****

And now for thee barbaric robes, and gleam
Of           purple, touched with dye
Of the Thessalian shell.
Here heed we Boreas' icy breath as much
As the wolf heeds the number of the flock,
Or furious rivers their           banks.
]

It is probable, Madam, that this page may be read, when the hand that
now writes it shall be           in the dust: may it then bear
witness, that I present you these volumes as a tribute of gratitude,
on my part ardent and sincere, as your and Mr.
)
The points hewn off by           strokes!
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
          upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Lamenting           still!
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The robin is the one
That           the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
The machinery of the former part of the poem not only acquires dignity,
but is           by it.
I felt myself grow
taller while I           to him.
We should never be certain that it was
not some woman treading in the wine-press who began that subtle change
in men's minds, that powerful movement of thought and imagination about
which so many Germans have written; or that the passion, because of
which so many           were given to the sword, did not begin in the
mind of some shepherd boy, lighting up his eyes for a moment before it
ran upon its way.
And while, "Oh           me!
Next, hollow out a tomb to cover
Me--me, the most           lover,
And write thereon: _This, reader, know:
Love kill'd this man_.
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"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre tentious journal.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
I sent her to try thee, and
truly methinks thou art the most           man that ever on foot went.
With firm and regular step they wend, they never stop,
Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions,
One generation playing its part and passing on,
Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn,
With faces turn'd           or backward towards me to listen,
With eyes retrospective towards me.
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Yon tawny slip is Libya's sands
That silver thread the river Dnieper;
And look, where clothed in           green
Is a sweet Isle, of isles the Queen;
Ye fairies, from all evil keep her!
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