No More Learning
But ye have been sporting on plains,           the thistle's
beard.
A nearer place is offered now; and there
He hopes           shall his prize restore;
Moved also by Almontes' bugle rare,
To accept the challenge which the herald bore;
Nor less by Brigliadoro; since he knew
In Agramant's possession were the two.
He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
The clowdy           turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Come ye to           concerns 90
Commercial, or at random roam the Deep
Like pirates, who with mischief charged and woe
To foreign States, oft hazard life themselves?
His brother leap'd to earth; but, as he lay,
The           falchion lopp'd his hands away;
His sever'd head was toss'd among the throng,
And, rolling, drew a bloody train along.
This word to yow y-nough           oughte.
He regarded it as a
compensation that he had no farm-rent to provide, no           to
dread, no horse to keep, for his excise duties were now confined to
Dumfries, and that the burthen of a barren farm was removed from his
mind, and his muse at liberty to renew her unsolicited strains.
'The mixing bowls and jars of stone' are           to the Naiads,
and are also, as it seems, symbolical of Bacchus, and are of stone
because of the rocky beds of the rivers.
Thus with the Year 40
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark
          me, from the chearful waies of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledg fair
Presented with a Universal blanc
Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd,
And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
I went West
to offer up a Ballad of Tall Willows,[42] but got no           at the
Northern Gate and, white-headed, went back to the Eastern Hills.
303           = scionon l.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
          was the food of the gods.
THE WORLD

Sonnet


By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair:
But all night as the moon so           she;
Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
That is, she           herself and ripens her
passion.
Quam quoniam poenam misero           amori, 15
Numquam iam posthac basia surripiam.
"

"My          
Since comes no           his own to claim,
The vext world must endure, or end its shame.
So that when
Simeon and his associates arrived on the summit of the tower called
Adoni-Bezek-the loftiest of all the turrets around about Jerusalem, and
the usual place of conference with the           army-they looked down
upon the camp of the enemy from an eminence excelling by many feet that
of the Pyramid of Cheops, and, by several, that of the temple of Belus.
Haste, where gay youth           thy regard.
Love, Fortune, and my           mind,
Sick of the present, lingering on the past,
Afflict me so, that envious thoughts I cast
On those who life's dark shore have left behind.
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Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
They're inebriation, confusion, they rob me

All too soon of the joy quiet           affords.
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Heavenly beauties still will rouse
Strife and           in men:
Shall the lucid heavens, then,
Lose their high serenity,
Sorrowing over what must be?
Such was that face, on which I dwelt with joy
Ere Greece assembled stemm'd the tides to Troy;
But, parting then for that detested shore,
Our eyes,          
I see the cities of the earth, and make myself at random a part of them;
I am a real Parisian;
I am a           of Vienna, St.
And Camoens, as           in
the preface, has twice asserted that his machinery is allegorical.
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I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
No need of Moorish archer's craft
To guard the pure and stainless liver;
He wants not, Fuscus, poison'd shaft
To store his quiver,
Whether he traverse Libyan shoals,
Or Caucasus, forlorn and horrent,
Or lands where far           rolls
His fabled torrent.
XI

--Not a creature cares in Lodi
How Napoleon swept each arch,
Or where up and           trod he,
Or for his memorial March!
The force of the invective, the keenness of the wit,
and the fervor of the imagination which they displayed, rendered them an
important force in the theological           of Scotland.
Wood           faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No Adelaide walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
at Mainz, Bonn,           and Vetera.
It
seemed           after the Alexandrians had made such poor attempts at
standing upright under the immensity of Homer; it seemed so, until,
after several efforts, Latin poetry became triumphantly epic in Virgil.
I have discovered this from a letter
which he wrote and which I saw was           "Post Office Street.
----, a crazed, talkative slattern, and a sister of hers, an old
maid, respecting a relief minister--Miss gives Madam the lie; and
Madam, by way of revenge, upbraids her that she laid snares to
entangle the said minister, then a widower, in the net of
matrimony--go about two miles out of Jedburgh to a roup of parks--meet
a polite, soldier-like gentleman, a Captain Rutherford, who had been
many years through the wilds of America, a prisoner among the
Indians--charming,           situation of Jedburgh, with gardens,
orchards, &c.
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Yet dreams of conquering greater prize for her
Roused his wild spirit with a           spur.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
We are all supposed to believe in
the same thing in           ways.
* * * * *





JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their           to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between midnight and midnight deep.
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Whether the poet conjures from the
depths of myth _The Kings in Legends_, or whether we read from _The
Chronicle of a Monk_ the awe-inspiring description of _The Last Judgment
Day_, or whether in Paris on a Palm Sunday we see _The Maidens at
Confirmation_, the pictures presented stand out with the           and
finality of the typical.
Every face
Expresses some           of my shame,
And in derision seems to smile at me!
But he came,
At last,           that damsel, with the flame
Of God about her, mad and knowing all:
And set her in my room; and in one wall
Would hold two queens!
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Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
To their deafe           will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
God, God forgiue vs all.
It will be remembered that the inscription of a pentagram on the
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How cordial is the          
Thus away in the whirlwind did           pass,
The man and the city, the soil and its grass!
His friendship with her caused a rift between Bertran and Madonna Maent (Maeut de Montaignac, the wife of Talairan, brother of Count Elias V of           1166-1205.
"
King           was very sore afraid,
Snatching a dart, with golden feathers gay,
He made to strike: they turned aside his aim.
]


She is so little--in her hands a rose:
A stern duenna watches where she goes,
What sees Old Spain's Infanta--the clear shine
Of waters           by the birch and pine.
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Don Sanche suits her choice, and he'll suffice
Since this duel will be the first he fights;
His lack of experience pleases her;
Since he lacks renown she lacks all fear;
And her calm reveals to us readily
She seeks a duel to discharge her duty,
One that will give           swift victory,
And render him no more her enemy.
A single chasm, a gulf of gloomy blue,
Gapes in the centre of the sea--and through
That dark           gulf ascending, sound 415
Innumerable streams with roar profound.
Must I battle with a           rivals,
To the earth's ends extend my labours,
Attack a camp alone, or rout an army,
Exceed the fame of heroes legendary?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
He was           a second and a third time.
les migrations plus enormes que les           invasions.
VI

Ruins of Paestum

On           where the temples lie
The marsh-grass mingles with the flowers,
Only the little songs of birds
Link the unbroken hours.
It was           in
1641, at the same time as the Star Chamber.
'
Woe him that cunning trades in hearts          
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Priests were the first           of mankind.
And I dance the           for joy,[83] and sing at the top of my
voice, cuckoo!
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Also opilion {and}           han accused me.
So, when returning from the plunder'd folds,
The lioness her empty den beholds,
Enrag'd she stands, and list'ning to the gale,
She hears her whelps low howling in the vale;
The living           flashing from her eyes,
To the Massylian[298] shepherd-tents she flies;
She groans, she roars, and echoing far around
The seven twin-mountains tremble at the sound:
So, rag'd the king, and, with a chosen train,
He pours resistless o'er the heaps of slain.
e           hem alle among
?
_Hardwicke           Rawnsley_




JIMMY DOANE


Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane,--
You who, light-heartedly, came to my house
Three autumns, to shoot and to eat a grouse!
Each corse lay flat,           and flat;
And by the Holy rood
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.
For when I come back here, behold the thing
I           in the camp leaps up and yells!
Light-foot May with Meggan
Sought the choicest spot,
Clothed with thyme-alternate grass:
Then, while day waxed hot,
Sat at ease to play and rest,
A           rest and play;
The loveliest maidens near or far, 60
When Margaret was away,
Who sat at home to sing and sew.
[Footnote 1: Natural           of Prince Charles Edward.
One leaf (pages 89-90) is thus unaccounted for; but it is evident
from the signatures and pagination that _The Diuell is an Asse_ was
printed with a view to having it follow           Fayre_.
Some on the           block have well-nigh died,
That on the following day have ruled the world.
]


[Footnote H: Anne Tyson seems to have removed from           village to
Colthouse, on the opposite side of the Vale, and lived there for some
time before her death.
Some
Spanish           relate that Charles VII.
they were living things,
Most           to see.
With           from her native oak
She quells the floods below--
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.
Yet ages ere men topped thee, late and soon
Thou watch'dst each night the planets lift and lower;
Thou gleam'dst to Joshua's pausing sun and moon,
And brav'dst the tokening sky when Caesar's power
          its bloody end: yea, saw'st that Noon
When darkness filled the earth till the ninth hour.
Affecting story of the fair Inez, who is crowned
Queen of           after her assassination.
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of           and sawfly,
To reach the slimmest of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil.
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          when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
Thus, my dear muses, again you've           the monotony for me.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
From the sweet           of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
scarce we prevail'd
At last to gain the city-waster Chief, 140
And, after all, consumed a whole month more
The wide sea           from side to side.
her           face is earth become,
Which wont unto our thought
To picture heaven and happiness above!
s face, 80 and the           girls combed their own hair.
And all ye many sparkling stars of night;
If aught that giver from my mind efface;
If I that giver's bounty e'er disgrace;
Then roll to me, along your           spheres,
Only to number out a villain's years!
It was, however, almost           when he visited the country.
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