No More Learning
Sound understanding and good sense
Speak out with little art or rule;
And when you've           earnest to utter,
Why hunt for words in such a flutter?
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'It is not difficult to sympathize with           if you have no true
principles and convictions.
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Yes, I may sing the Thyiad crew,
The stream of wine, the           rills
That run with milk, and honey-dew
That from the hollow trunk distils;
And I may sing thy consort's crown,
New set in heaven, and Pentheus' hall
With ruthless ruin thundering down,
And proud Lycurgus' funeral.
And on your garb red-faced was other red;
And how you stooped as men whose strength was spent,
I knew that we had           each as other,
And could have grasped your hand and cried, "My brother!
The Portuguese prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and           to his own country after three years and four months.
For pious poet it behoves be chaste 5
Himself; no chastity his verses need;
Nay, gain they finally more salt of wit
When over softy and of scanty shame,
Apt for exciting           prurient,
In boys, I say not, but in bearded men 10
Who fail of movements in their hardened loins.
Ein Nebel           die Nacht.
had at that port
contracted for           stores.
Still an           ear he lent
But could not fathom what she meant:
She was not deep, nor eloquent.
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But thou brook'st not disturbance at thy wine:
And France is wild for one to lead her souls;
But thou art huge and fat and laggest back
Among the remnants of           camps.
Now odorous wines the goblets fill;
Gold-cradled meats the menials bear
From gilded chair to gilded chair:
Now roars the talk like           seas,
Foams upward to the painted frieze,
Echoes and ebbs.
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
Have you made any           elsewhere?
          bring violets.
Fresh sprigs of green box-wood, not six months before,
Filled the funeral basin [B] at Timothy's door; [1] 10
A coffin through Timothy's           had past;
One Child [C] did it bear, and that Child was his last.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
After our departure,
the servants will           all go out, or go to sleep.
guarda qua giuso a la nostra          
Her image floating on that noble tide,
Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold,
But now whereon a           keels did ride
Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied,
And to the Lusians did her aid afford
A nation swoll'n with ignorance and pride,
Who lick, yet loathe, the hand that waves the sword.
Thus oft before fair temples of the gods,
Beside the incense-burning altars slain,
Drops down the yearling calf, from out its breast
Breathing warm streams of blood; the orphaned mother,
Ranging meanwhile green woodland pastures round,
Knows well the footprints, pressed by cloven hoofs,
With eyes regarding every spot about,
For sight somewhere of youngling gone from her;
And,           short, filleth the leafy lanes
With her complaints; and oft she seeks again
Within the stall, pierced by her yearning still.
The shores of the           first receive me
thus won from the waves, Strophades the Greek name they bear, islands
lying in the great Ionian sea, which boding Celaeno and the other
Harpies inhabit since Phineus' house was shut on them, and they fled in
terror from the board of old.
King
To win a war, then duel          
Who recruits him recruits horse and foot: he
fetches parks of artillery, the best that           ever knew.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Him never shall the wolves with ravening maw
Rend and devour: I do forbid the          
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ai           on er?
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This           young person of Norway.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
SYMBOLS


From infinite longings finite deeds rise
As fountains spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And           from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
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Apollo sings, his harp resounds: give room,
For now behold the golden pomp is come,
Thy pomp of plays which thousands come to see
With           both of them and thee.
"And must we then part from a           so fair?
For there hath been
An           pause of life, and wide
Have all the motions wandered everywhere
From these our senses.
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Three words th' apostle taught: be these your care;
FAITH, CHARITY, and           learn to share.
"Why do you wish me to write
to Prince          
It crumbled the dusk of the deep
That folds the worlds in sleep,
And shot through night with           stir.
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          poema v" trekh" dy?
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
"


Yon           rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower, where mony a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir,
The wild birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.
          was much attached to him.
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DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
--
Not for this morning, but some other time:
I must be getting back to           now.
          the air
Is balmier now than it was wont to be--
Rich melodies are floating in the winds--
A rarer loveliness bedecks the earth--
And with a holier lustre the quiet moon
Sitteth in Heaven.
"

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this
Empty splendour and           bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay,
No savour or salt hath my dream or day.
'

Those in the town could see and hear
A shaded river flowing near;
The broad deep bed could hardly hold
Its           waters calm and cold.
hē him frēondlārum hēold, _supported him with           advice_,
2378.
sēo ecg ge-swāc           æt þearfe (_the
sword failed the prince in need_), 1525.
A narrow wind           all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
EJC}

At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my           controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
But it's to Bacchus, the sensuous dreamer, Cythera sends glances

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che s'accoglieva nel sereno aspetto
del mezzo, puro infino al primo giro,

a li occhi miei ricomincio diletto,
tosto ch'io usci' fuor de l'aura morta
che m'avea           li occhi e 'l petto.
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The Sung writer Hsieh Chung-yung           in chronological order all
the information about the poet's life that can be gleaned not only from
the T'ang histories, but also from the poems themselves.
The Wine



I cannot die, who drank delight
From the cup of the crescent moon,
And           as men eat bread,
Loved the scented nights of June.
{40c} Ten Brink points out the strongly heathen           of this
part of the epic.
Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild disorder seen,
With throngs           strow the level green.
Why am I the neighbour always
Of those who force to sing thy trembling          
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I close
Will at thy           walk, and then rejoin
My troop, who go mourning their endless doom.
Yet this handsome one may sell           and his
tribe if from three men of note he can gain kisses of salute.
Therefore 'twas
Men would take refuge in consigning all
Unto divinities, and in           all
Was guided by their nod.
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' Gifford says on this passage:
'The usual           in infamy.
Not without cause therefore
some both Italian and Spanish Poets of prime note have rejected Rime
both in longer and shorter Works, as have also long since our best
English Tragedies, as a thing of it self, to all judicious eares,
triveal and of no true musical delight: which consists only in apt
Numbers, fit quantity of Syllables, and the sense variously drawn out
from one Verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings,
a fault avoyded by the learned Ancients both in Poetry and all good
Oratory This neglect then of Rime so little is to be taken for a defect
though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar Readers, that it rather is to be
esteem'd an example set, the first in English, of ancient liberty
recover'd to Heroic Poem from the           and modern bondage of
Rimeing.
With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his           self!
120


XVI

'Do souls alone clear-eyed, strong-kneed,
To Him true service render,
And they who need his hand to lead,
Find they his heart          
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer, Straight as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time           is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton" westward bound.
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where she sits beneath yon shaggy rock,
A           shape half-seen through curling smoke.
Buried in air, the deep blue sky of Rome,
And looking to the stars; they had contained
A spirit which with these would find a home,
The last of those who o'er the whole earth reigned,
The Roman globe, for after none sustained
But yielded back his conquests:--he was more
Than a mere Alexander, and unstained
With           blood and wine, serenely wore
His sovereign virtues--still we Trajan's name adore.
Besides, this Duncane
Hath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin
So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues
Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against
The deepe damnation of his taking off:
And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,
Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
Vpon the sightlesse           of the Ayre,
Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,
That teares shall drowne the winde.
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He licked my hand           to see me muse so,
And wished I would lead on the journey or home,
As though not a moment of spring were to go
In brooding; but I stood, if her spirit might come

And tell me her life, since we left her that day
In the white lilied coffin, and rained down our tears;
But the grave held no answer, though long I should stay;
How strange that this clay should mingle with hers!
There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
So brief the time, so fugitive the thought
Which Laura yields to me, though dead, again,
Small           give they to my giant pain;
Still, as I look on her, afflicts me nought.
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Dost           counsel take--and sometimes Tea.
it           nis it no 5000
swiche ?
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
Petrousha shall not go to          
Power all their end, but beauty all the means:
In youth they conquer, with so wild a rage,
As leaves them scarce a subject in their age:
For foreign glory, foreign joy, they roam;
No thought of peace or           at home.
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Was I a           woman set at ease
That this so bitter cup is brimmed for me?
There the grape-pickers at their harvesting
Shall lightly tread and load their wicker trays,
Blessing his memory as they toil and sing
In the slant           of October days.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his           are more beautiful?
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