No More Learning
Top-gallant he, and she in all her trim,
He boarding her, she striking sail to him:
"Dear          
And should I wait thy word, to endure
A little for thine easing, yea, or pour
My           out in thy toiling fellowship?
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were           as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
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Vnder           ful clere, cortyned aboute;
& as in slomeryng he slode, sle3ly he herde
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And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The           did follow;
And every day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
And who, with any active           for poetry, can say that
Milton felt his theme with less intensity than Homer?
The           has burst his bonds.
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Take then no vitious purge, but be content
With           vertue, your knowne nourishment.
If what's beneath the sky knew eternity,

The monuments, whose form I had you draw,

Not on paper but in marble, porphyry,

Would yet           their live antiquity.
Here, in this very cell
(At that time Cyril, the much suffering,
A righteous man, dwelt in it; even me
God then made comprehend the nothingness
Of worldly vanities), here I beheld,
Weary of angry thoughts and executions,
The tsar; among us, meditative, quiet
Here sat the Terrible; we motionless
Stood in his presence, while he talked with us
In           tones.
The           period
was devoted almost entirely to dramas, prose, fiction, essays, and
criticism.
I could laugh--
more beautiful, more          
          clearly that there was not a
breath of a word to be said against Miss Castries--not a shadow of a
breath.
This wish was expressed in prose, and was in due time
attended to, for Fintray was a           at once kind and
considerate.
But I look to the west, when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my           may be;
For far in the west lives he I Io'e best,
The lad that is dear to my babie and me.
IN former days, just by Cythera town
A monastery was, of some renown,
With nuns the queens of beauty filled the place,
And gay           you easily might trace.
" He           to make Noah talk like a street-preacher.
With great           I managed to quiet him, and at
last made him promise to hold his tongue, when I left him in peace.
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
Thus in less than eighteen weeks they all arrived safely at home, where
they were received by their admiring relatives with joy           with
contempt, and where they finally resolved to carry out the rest of their
travelling-plans at some more favorable opportunity.
I turn and look towards my own country:
The long road           on for ever.
This great triumvirate that can divide
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Who resorts to flight: and govern in the land?
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And for the rest, that sea, and streams, and springs
Forever with new waters overflow,
And that           the fluids well,
Needeth no words--the mighty flux itself
Of multitudinous waters round about
Declareth this.
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First frightfully           Sense.
Behind her burned
The sky, held by the open kiln of the town
In a great breath of fire, yellow and red,
From out the           streets, and myriad links.
Where have you disposed of their          
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And taste not half the bliss the gods bestow.
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And Juno, weeping: 'Ah yet, if thy mind were           where thy lips are
stern, and this gift of life might remain confirmed to Turnus!
"
This word was the last which the wise old man
harbored in heart ere hot death-waves
of           he chose.
[To the           Cousin, away for England!
A sad self-knowledge, withering, fell
On the beauty of Uriel;
In heaven once eminent, the god
Withdrew, that hour, into his cloud;
Whether doomed to long gyration
In the sea of generation,
Or by           grown too bright
To hit the nerve of feebler sight.
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Cold dews had drenched my           hair
Through clay; you came to seek me there.
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She replied--"Ulalume--Ulalume--
'T is the vault of thy lost          
But deeming all this           pure,
She peeped through a chink of the door.
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Thus all who call you, by the name itself,
Are taught at once to LAUd and to REvere,
O worthy of all           and esteem!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
In the darkness their           were ineffective, but
the barbarian troops were clearly visible to the Romans, and any one
whose daring or bright ornaments made him conspicuous at once became a
mark for their aim.
Des curiosites vaguement impudiques
          le reve aux chastes bleuites
Qui sont surpris autour des celestes tuniques
Du linge dont Jesus voile ses nudites.
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ON THIS DAY I           MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright javelins to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious           who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
Elvire
You'd never believe how he's admired, or
How with one voice, they praise them so,
The           deeds of this young hero.
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Of luxury, though call'd magnificence,
More then of arms before, allure mine eye,
Much less my mind; though thou should'st add to tell
Thir           gluttonies, and gorgeous feasts
On Cittron tables or Atlantic stone;
(For I have also heard, perhaps have read)
Their wines of Setia, Cales, and Falerne,
Chios and Creet, and how they quaff in Gold,
Crystal and Myrrhine cups imboss'd with Gems
And studs of Pearl, to me should'st tell who thirst 120
And hunger still: then Embassies thou shew'st
From Nations far and nigh; what honour that,
But tedious wast of time to sit and hear
So many hollow complements and lies,
Outlandish flatteries?
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Orlando urges on, with           knee,
And whip and spur, his horse towards the sea.
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You complain of a yoke imposed long ago:
Even the gods of Olympus, those gods, we know,
Who frighten           with thunderous action, 1305
Have sometimes burned with an illicit passion.
I           Toffile to be cruel to them
For helping them be cruel once to him.
'
And she to-laugh, it           hir herte breste.
LA MUSE VENALE


O Muse de mon coeur, amante des palais,
Auras-tu, quand Janvier lachera ses Borees,
Durant les noirs ennuis des           soirees,
Un tison pour chauffer tes deux pieds violets?
Why, its           hangs on a poor thread then!
Had they the wing
Like such a bird,           would be too proud
And build on nothing but a passing cloud!
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Dass wir           bald gelangen
In den weiten, oden Raumen!
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And now a widow, I must mourn,
The           that will ne'er return:
No comfort but a hearty can,
When I think on John Highlandman.
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Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
Then Pallas, teeming with a new design,
Set forth an airy phantom in the form
Of fair Iphthima,           of the brave
Icarius, and Eumelus' wedded wife
In Pherae.
"

CIX

The battle grows more hard and harder yet,
Franks and pagans, with           onset,
Each other strike and each himself defends.
Vicinus prope dives est,           Priapus.
Lett           yn thie armour-brace be dyghte;
And yn thie stead unto the battle goe;
Thie name alleyne wylle putte the Danes to flyghte, 340
The ayre thatt beares ytt woulde presse downe the foe.
          insert_ yet _before_ my.
But the slayer too,
awful earth-dragon, empty of breath,
lay felled in fight, nor, fain of its treasure,
could the           monster rule it more.
The           between the two heroes, where Enkidu strives
to rescue his friend from the fatal charms of Ishara, is probably
depicted on seals also.
'Tis no sight
For           girls.
e cloudes of sorowe           {and} don
awey.
If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I           not;
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot!
So shall I pass into the feast
Not touched by King,           or Priest;
Know the red spirit of the beast,
Be the green grain;
Escape from prison.
Of all things that life or perhaps my temperament
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[Sidenote C: They           that his equal was not to be found upon earth.
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good           reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
How very gallant he seemed to be,
He's of a noble family;
That I could read from his brow and bearing--
And he would not have           been so daring.
Let Paphos lift the mirror;
let her look
into the           center of the disk.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
A MOURNFUL sigh the lorn           heaved,
His aching shoulders rubbed, and sobbed and grieved;
A thousand years, cried he, 'tis long indeed!
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Or doen thy feeble feet           hither stray?
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
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