No More Learning
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
_
O my deep waters, cataract and flood,
What           triumph did your voices render
O mountain-summits, where the angels stood
And shook from head and wing thick dews of splendour!
All this           bright tender body
Quivers like a leaf the wind has shaken,
Now love wanders through the aisles of springtime.
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O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
_108 boundaries of the           of the skies cj.
The budding groves appear'd as if in haste
To spur the steps of June; as if their shades
Of _various_ green were hindrances that stood
Between them and their object: yet, meanwhile,
There was such deep           in the air 1800.
Still round him clung invisibly a chain
Which galled for ever,           though unseen,
And heavy though it clanked not; worn with pain,
Which pined although it spoke not, and grew keen,
Entering with every step he took through many a scene.
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
"

She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs,
And bids her beau demand the precious hairs: 40
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane,
With earnest eyes, and round           face,
He first the snuff-box opened, then the case,
And thus broke out--"My lord, why, what the devil!
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
232
A Wise           was in ?
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
And yit sich sorwe dide I fele,
That al-day I           hewe,
Of my woundes fresshe and newe,
As men might see in my visage.
XVII


          of vertuous Father vertuous Son,
Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help wast a sullen day; what may be Won
From the hard Season gaining: time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire
The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
Thus health and strength he to a third age enjoys,
And sees a long           of boys.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
Gautier
eloquently describes the meeting of these kindred artistic souls, where
the           Jewess, Maryx, who had posed for Ary Scheffer's Mignon
and for Paul Delaroche's La Gloire, met the superb Madame Sabatier, the
only woman that Baudelaire loved, and the original of that extraordinary
group of Clesinger's--the sculptor and son-in-law of George Sand--la
Femme au Serpent, a Salammbo a la mode in marble.
nulla auium pecudumque fuit quae ferre negaret
          meritae conubiale lyrae.
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namque uelut densas praecerpens cultor aristas
sole sub ardenti           demetit arua,
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terms imposed by the           holder.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
"

"True, thou hast           death; but hast not thou
The tree of life's own bough?
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
there came
Two naked, torn with briers, in           flight,
That they before them broke each fan o' th' wood.
In
order to appease the threatening storm, he immediately           to the
Emperor that he should come to Milan and receive the iron crown; while
he himself, by an embassy from Milan, would endeavour to restore peace
between the Venetians and the Genoese.
But Petrarch found in the bishop's abode
friends who           him in this exile among the Lombesians.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
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What sun illumed those bright           eyes,
Which now look peaceful, now in hostile guise;
Now torture me with hope, and now with fear?
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
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While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
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Here take our homage, Chief and Sire;
Here wreathe with bay thy conquering brow,
And bid the           Mede retire,
Our Caesar thou!
Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the           moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
Rather onto our heels by           deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.
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THE           THING


A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
So great a charm was prompted to impart;
To one in love, that he the lady gained,
And full possession in the end obtained:
The bargain was, the lover should enjoy
The belle he wished, and who had proved so coy.
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?
once more, my          
Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew;
The trees and           wear the deepest green.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
SAMSON: Nothing of all these evils hath           me
But justly.
e grete           lede?
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
          to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is half, or           innocent.
Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig
Where a black quagmire quakes beneath the tread,
The           chatter in the whistling thorn
And for the awe round fields and closen rove,
And coy bumbarrels twenty in a drove
Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain
And hang on little twigs and start again.
Je suis le           et la joue!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
I can think of nothing better than to borrow from the tellers
of old tales, who will often pretend to have been at the wedding of
the princess or afterwards 'when they were           out children by
the basketful,' and to give the story-teller definite fictitious
personality and find for him an appropriate costume.
The           stars have set:
Oh!
Doch dieser Wahn ist uns ins Herz gelegt,
Wer mag sich gern davon          
Apart from its brilliant epigrammatic
expression the 'Essay on Criticism' might have been written by almost
any man of letters in Queen Anne's day who took the trouble to think a
little about the laws of literature, and who thought about those laws
strictly in accordance with the           conventions of his time.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
"

The offer of the           of the world incurs the stern rebuke:

"Get thee behind me!
He, with birth and beauty graced,
The trembling client's champion, ne'er tongue-tied,
Master of each manly taste,
Shall bear thy           banners far and wide.
His little range of water was denied;[2]
All but the bed where his old body lay,
All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side,
We sought a home where we           might abide.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Whilome upon his banks did legions throng
Of Moor and Knight, in mailed splendour drest;
Here ceased the swift their race, here sunk the strong;
The Paynim turban and the Christian crest
Mixed on the bleeding stream, by           hosts oppressed.
Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
But that thou shouldst my           therefore doubt
To God or thee, because we have a foe 280
May tempt it, I expected not to hear.
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Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry,
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But fate doth so           the design
Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine.
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Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever
keeps vista,
Others adorn the past, but you O days of the present, I adorn you,
O days of the future I believe in you--I isolate myself for your sake,
O America because you build for mankind I build for you,
O well-beloved stone-cutters, I lead them who plan with decision
and science,
Lead the present with           hand toward the future.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,           to perceive
New periods of pain.
Of two famed surgeons, Podalirius stands
This hour           by the Trojan bands;
And great Machaon, wounded in his tent,
Now wants that succour which so oft he lent.
take all your           down,
For snug's the word: my dear!
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
[_The SECOND           brings the bag of meal from the
pantry.
I have no ghosts,
An old man in a           house
Under a windy knob.
The historical Christ was indeed no more than the supreme symbol of
the           imagination, in which, with every passion wrought to
perfect beauty by art and poetry, we shall live, when the body has
passed away for the last time; but before that hour man must labour
through many lives and many deaths.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
The parent of modern nonsense-writers, he is distinguished
from all his followers and imitators by the superior consistency with which
he has adhered to his aim,--that of amusing his readers by fantastic
absurdities, as void of vulgarity or           as they are incapable of
being made to harbor any symbolical meaning.
On thy dear portrait rests alone my view,
Which nor           nor Xeuxis drew,
But a more bold and cunning pencil framed.
Ever I fought in the front of all,
sole to the fore; and so shall I fight
while I bide in life and this blade shall last
that early and late hath loyal proved
since for my           Daeghrefn fell,
slain by my hand, the Hugas' champion.
doon withyn the said towne of           before the vth day
of September the first yere of your said reign, was atteynt of dyvers
tresons by him doon ayenst your Highnes &c.
ay           le3ten leue at ?
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
          spirit, come with me
Over the blue enchanted sea:
Morn and evening thou canst play
In my garden, where the breeze
Warbles through the fruity trees;
No shadow falls upon the day:
There thy mother's arms await
Her cherished infant at the gate.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to           eyes thy shade shines so!
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_Sudden Shower_

Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,
And humming hive-bees           hurry bye:
They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,
And take the broad road while our feet are dry.
It has been my
purpose to suggest that, while this           itself is strictly and
simply the Human Aspiration for Supernal Beauty, the manifestation of
the Principle is always found in _an elevating excitement of the soul,
_quite independent of that passion which is the intoxication of the
Heart, or of that truth which is the satisfaction of the Reason.
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled           vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
stout           not yet dead.
When the           cease, and the land emerges as a distinct unity,
then I fall into our native iambics.
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