No More Learning
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
If I said so, may I be hated by
Her on whose love I live, without which I should die--
If I said so, my days be sad and short,
May my false soul some vile           court.
Yon nightingale, whose strain so sweetly flows,
          her ravish'd young or much-loved mate,
A soothing charm o'er all the valleys throws
And skies, with notes well tuned to her sad state:
And all the night she seems my kindred woes
With me to weep and on my sorrows wait;
Sorrows that from my own fond fancy rose,
Who deem'd a goddess could not yield to fate.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
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'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
          was also here; he caught me unawares,
Scribbling to my old mother.
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Old Simon to the world is left
In           poverty.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
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XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
Such a           thing!
o quantum est hominum beatiorum, 10
quid me laetius est          
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
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XVII

"And is it,"           Eugene.
"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
          a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd

It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at blushing shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown
Had not a friend.
Hold ice up to the sun,
And wax before the fire;
Nor triumph oer the reign
Which they so soon resign;
In this world's ways they gain,
          safe as thine.
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And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and           putting them back into the water.
But though this arwe was kene grounde 1885
As any rasour that is founde,
To cutte and kerve, at the poynt,
The God of Love it hadde anoynt
With a           oynement,
Somdel to yeve aleggement 1890
Upon the woundes that he had
Through the body in my herte maad,
To helpe hir sores, and to cure,
And that they may the bet endure.
Pale beneath the blaze
Hung the transparent foliage; and I watched
Some broad and sunny leaf, and loved to see
The shadow of the leaf and stem above,
          its sunshine!
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
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Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy           we, before thee;
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o' men adore thee.
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Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
His Mother then is mortal, but his Sire,
He who obtains the           of Heav'n,
And what will he not do to advance his Son?
If we take to giving gratuities to           we
shall end by dying of hunger.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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My father's blood in every vein
Is          
          along even to its destind end
Then falling down.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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Two early night-winged           together
Be-chase themselves from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
You come, embodied flames, as when
I knew you first, nor yet knew men; 120
Your gold renews my golden days,
Your           all my loss repays.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
A smell of           enters in our frame
Where the bright colour from the dye goes not;
And colour in one way, flavour in quite another
Works inward to our senses--so mayst see
They differ too in elemental shapes.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
e rounde table
Ouer-walt wyth a worde of on wy3es speche;
For al dares for drede, with-oute dynt          
Lord of All-might, Oh would in days that are bygone
Ne'er had Cecropian poops toucht ground at Gnossian foreshore,
Nor to th' unconquered Bull that tribute direful conveying
Had the false Seaman bound to Cretan island his hawser,
Nor had yon evil wight, 'neath shape the softest hard purpose 175
Hiding, enjoyed repose within our mansion          
THE supper o'er the company withdrew,
But Constance suddenly was lost to view;
Beside a certain bed she took her seat,
Where no one ever dreamed she would retreat,
And all supposed, that ill, or spirits weak,
She home had run, or           wished to seek.
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On other gods his dreadful arm employ,
For           gods assert the cause of Troy.
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IDONEA I was a woman;
And,           the hopes that are the dearest
To womankind with duty to my Father,
I yielded up those precious hopes, which nought
On earth could else have wrested from me;--if erring,
Oh let me be forgiven!
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies           their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
Speak to the business, master secretary;
Why are we met in          
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
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Or,
perhaps, to divert the Jealous Eye by some sacrifice of superfluity,
as with the           of the West?
THE SCHOOLBOY


I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet          
EULALIE

I DWELT alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my           bride--
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE


What nudity is beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles           oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am           now!
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.
"
Love's answer soon the truth           shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings franchised are!
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CV
Whether Marphisa true or falsely spake,
I well believe that, rather with intent
Young Leo's purpose, right or wrong, to break,
Than tell the truth, she speaks; and with consent
Of Bradamant doth that avowal make:
For to exclude the hated Leo bent,
And of Rogero to be repossest,
This she believes her           way and best.
Beware of her one charm, those lovely tresses,
In which she shines           fair.
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qui desponsa tua firmes conubia flamma,
quae pepigere uiri,           ante parentes,
nec iunxere prius quam se tuus extulit ardor.
I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with confident step;
While my           is yet at the full I whisper So long!
And thus his will and hardy wisdom won;
And forward thus he fared afar, beyond
The flaming ramparts of the world, until
He wandered the           All.
Oenone

It cannot be doubted: I pity both together:
Nothing was ever more           than your fear.
No bird is safe that cuts the air
From their rifle or their snare;
No fish, in river or in lake,
But their long hands it thence will take;
Whilst the country's flinty face,
Like wax, their           skill betrays,
To fill the hollows, sink the hills,
Bridge gulfs, drain swamps, build dams and mills,
And fit the bleak and howling waste
For homes of virtue, sense and taste.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
Strong in thy guidance, Hector's sire
Escaped the Atridae, pass'd between
          tents and warders' fire,
Of all unseen.
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were the loved ones she lost at the linden-play,
bairn and brother, they bowed to fate,
stricken by spears; 'twas a sorrowful woman!
Yet in order each
Created his due station knew: those highest,
Who pure           were made: mere power
The lowest: in the midst, bound with strict league,
Intelligence and power, unsever'd bond.
Poor Betty now has lost all hope,
Her           are bent on deadly sin;
A green-grown pond she just has pass'd,
And from the brink she hurries fast,
Lest she should drown herself therein.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Now there's nothing at all
So rare, such a wild           of glee,
As watching love for you in a man beginning;--
To see the sight of you pour into his senses
Like brandy gulpt down by a frozen man,
A thing that runs scalding about his blood;
To see him holding himself firm against
The sudden strength of wildness beating in him!
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
" He then seems
to have           Miss Hsu, who was impatient at his lack of promotion.
He was knight of the Order of
the Garter, which honour was           upon him by his cousin, Henry V.
XXVII

Then bowing downe her aged backe, she kist 235
The wicked witch, saying; In that faire face
The false resemblance of Deceipt I wist
Did closely lurke; yet so true-seeming grace
It carried, that I scarce in           place
Could it discerne, though I the mother bee 240
Of falshood, and roote of Duessaes race.
176) mentions it as           used by the mayors
of Doncaster in former days.
          Zitza!
The thousand-toothed gale,--
          too bold!
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No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
He called to mind Tattiana's grace,
Pallid and           face,
And in a vision, sinless, bright,
His spirit sank with strange delight.
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Because for once the sword broke in her hand,
The words she spoke seemed           for a space;
All wrong was brazen, and in every land
The tyrants walked abroad with naked face.
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[Footnote 27: a           robe.
' And the makers of the Sagas made the squirrel run up and
down the sacred ash-tree           words of hatred from the eagle to the
worm, and from the worm to the eagle; although they had less of the old
way than the makers of the _Kalevala_, for they lived in a more crowded
and complicated world, and were learning the abstract meditation which
lures men from visible beauty, and were unlearning, it may be, the
impassioned meditation which brings men beyond the edge of trance and
makes trees, and beasts, and dead things talk with human voices.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
With their narrow lobes
and their bold, deep           reaching almost to the middle, they
suggest that the material must be cheap, or else there has been a
lavish expense in their creation, as if so much had been cut out.
_ = Riese,           Latina, Ed.
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