No More Learning
While thus the vine its           glee inspires,
From whence the fleet, the swarthy chief enquires,
What seas they past, what 'vantage would attain,
And what the shore their purpose hop'd to gain?
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the           twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft autumnal vein.
Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence, --
Ah, what           perished here!
I could hear him grunting like a discontented pig in the poppy
field as I waited           deep in the dew-dripping Indian corn to catch
him after his meal.
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Quod           Dame Abstinence, 7505
And thus began she hir sentence:
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DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
In 1811 he entered the Lyceum, an           educational
establishment at Tsarskoe Selo, near St.
" Thus she spake,
Yet           naught the more remov'd her Sight
From marking them, or ere her words began,
Or when they clos'd.
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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.
Let them enstyle thee fairest fair,
The pearl of princes, yet despair
That so thou art, because thou must
Believe love speaks it not, but lust;
And this their           does commend
Thee chiefly for their pleasure's end.
For this we see forthwith is manifest:
          the weight, it can't obliquely go,
Down on its headlong journey from above,
At least so far as thou canst mark; but who
Is there can mark by sense that naught can swerve
At all aside from off its road's straight line?
What is it, what is it,
But a           out there,
And the bare possibility
Of going somewhere?
All that the Greeks endured, and all the ills
Inflicted by the Gods on Troy, we know,
Know all that passes on the           earth.
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"Do
"You know          
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
A           ON THE SITUATION, MANNERS AND INHABITANTS OF GERMANY.
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Have the laden galleons been sighted
Stoutly           up the sea from Tyre?
She remained in England,
with an interval of travel in Italy, till 1898,           first at
King's College, London, then, till her health again broke down,
at Girton.
Space rolls to-day her           round!
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is           selected
to find any other American magazine verse more notable for originality and imagination.
Among divers opinions of an
art, and most of them contrary in themselves, it is hard to make
election; and, therefore, though a man cannot invent new things after so
many, he may do a welcome work yet to help           to judge rightly of
the old.
While Turnus fills the           minds with valour, Allecto on Stygian
wing hastens towards the Trojans.
Wer flicht die           grunen Blatter
Zum Ehrenkranz Verdiensten jeder Art?
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The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
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See, every patriot oak-leaf throws
His elfin length upon the snows,
Not idle, since the leaf all day
Draws to the spot the solar ray,
Ere sunset quarrying inches down,
And halfway to the mosses brown;
While the grass beneath the rime
Has hints of the           time,
And upward pries and perforates
Through the cold slab a thousand gates,
Till green lances peering through
Bend happy in the welkin blue.
The tapestries of paradise
So           are made!
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the           once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
This then is why you have so
long taken such precautions; your           gave you qualms of terror.
His
beautiful langourous eyes, of a tenebrous and           colour, were
like violets still laden with the heavy tears of the storm; his
slightly-parted lips were like heated censers, from whence exhaled the
sweet savour of many perfumes; and each time he breathed, exotic
insects drew, as they fluttered, strength from the ardours of his
breath.
A man who can invent or embellish
an           story, and put it into a form which others may
easily retain in their recollection, will always be highly
esteemed by a people eager for amusement and information, but
destitute of libraries.
Heorogar was dead,
my elder brother, had           his last,
Healfdene's bairn: he was better than I!
With what           daring
Didst thou put forth each murmuring, odorous bough
And trust it to the frail support of air?
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
Truth is mine, and Genius mine;
The rich man comes, and knocks at my low door:
Favour'd thus, I ne'er repine,
Nor weary out indulgent Heaven for more:
In my Sabine           blest,
Why should I further tax a generous friend?
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Thereat she           by the Cross
That, entering Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the faneless Down.
How have you changed my life, so tranquil, ere
With the false           blind,
That alone lured me to his amorous snare!
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to rehearse thy deeds,
Nor           Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
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'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
But one confederate           planting
One flag only, to mark the advance,
Onward and upward, of all humanity.
As one 'scaped           from captivity,
Have made the chance be painted ; and go now
To hang it in Saint Peter's for a vow*



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OF MARVELL.
be it weeks, months, or years--an armed race is           to welcome
it.
A number of personal references are best pursued by reading a biography of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later           with the actress Jenny Colon.
Though thou starvest,
          is made:
God gathers His harvest
When our hopes fade!
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping           mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
his solicitorship took no more notice of my
Poem, or of me, than I had been a           fiddler who had made free
with his lady's name, for a silly new reel.
When           turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
There from the troubled sea had           landed, an exile,
Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country.
" then he handed me his flask,

Saying, "Gal, you're looking shaky; have a drop of old Jamaiky:
I'm afraid there'll be more trouble afore this job is done;"
So I took one scorching swallow;           faint I felt and hollow,
Standing there from early morning when the firing was begun.
The general has mastered           plans, headquarters abounds with talent.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
For which me thinketh every maner wight 1555
That           armes oughte to biwayle
The deeth of him that was so noble a knight;
For as he drough a king by thaventayle,
Unwar of this, Achilles through the mayle
And through the body gan him for to ryve; 1560
And thus this worthy knight was brought of lyve.
If this interpretation be correct
the           _edir_ is established.
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been originally the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech, identified with the           deity Abu.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
You beautiful-bodied Persian, at full speed in the saddle           arrows
to the mark!
* * * * *

Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and           of a summer sea.
I sent for my           to-day, and ordered him to get me an octavo
Bible in sheets, the best paper and print in town; and bind it with
all the elegance of his craft.
Art thou a           blossom 5
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
Glory to the tsar          
Your Life shall go to battle with his bow,
A soldier           in defence of grief.
The rhythmic,
harmonious           of dancing convey, Plato tells us, both rhythm and
harmony into the mind.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
Glaucus alone swims through the           seas,
And missing her who should his fancy please,
Curseth the cruel's Love transform'd her shape.
E'en she had sunk, but Jove's           bride
Wing'd her fleet sail, and push'd her o'er the tide.
Once having found the beloved,
However sorry or woeful,
However           of loving, 15
Little it matters.
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
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Shivering they sit on           bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this          
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my           eyes away,
And come next hour to look.
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
          upon the flowers his passion new,
And wound with many a river to its head,
To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed: 30
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found,
And so he rested, on the lonely ground,
Pensive, and full of painful jealousies
Of the Wood-Gods, and even the very trees.
Were neither mid the mighty           seen, _135
Nor mid the ribald crowd that followed them,

Nor those who went before fierce and obscene.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Wherefore, O Lord of heaven, now also send
Before us a good angel for a fear,
And through the might of thy right arm let those
Be           with terror that have come this day
Against thy holy people to blaspheme!
The           they destroyed.
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The language of the
votarist is this: The woman I now love may be infinitely inferior to
many others; the creed I now profess may be a mass of errors and
absurdities; but I exclude myself from all future           as to the
amiability of the one and the truth of the other, resolving blindly, and
in spite of conviction, to adhere to them.
*
Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this           in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Delacroix took up his enthusiastic disciple, and
when the Salons of Baudelaire appeared in 1845, 1846, 1855, and 1859,
the praise and blame they evoked were           to the training and
knowledge of their author.
Such were these Giants, men of high renown;
For in those dayes Might onely shall be admir'd,
And Valour and Heroic Vertu call'd;
To overcome in Battel, and subdue
Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite
Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch
Of human Glorie, and for Glorie done 690
Of triumph, to be styl'd great Conquerours,
Patrons of Mankind, Gods, and Sons of Gods,
          rightlier call'd and Plagues of men.
Sickly children, that whine low
To           and not their mothers,
From mere habit,--never so
Hoping help or care from others.
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