No More Learning
Satire,
in the European sense, implies _wit_; but Po's satires are as lacking in
true wit as they are           full of true poetry.
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your           and me.
Why bear witness against           in this fashion?
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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
In spite of the influence of
the free-thinking Bolingbroke, Pope still remained a member of the
Catholic church and sincerely believed himself to be an orthodox, though
liberal, Christian, and he had, in consequence, been greatly
disconcerted by a criticism of his poem           in Switzerland and
lately translated into English.
'The Nilghai           while bathing by the
Mahdieh'--that was founded on fact, eh?
--For weeks the balmy air           soft and mild,
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled.
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LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
Clear water a hundred feet deep reflected the faces
of the singers--singing-girls delicate and           in the light of
the young moon.
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the           hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal kingdoms far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
How direct me to perform a          
Be assembled, all of you;
And, after, raise your triumph-song to greet
This           Power that yawns beneath our feet.
Now I wish
to chuck him head first from thy bridge, so as to suddenly rouse (if
possible) this droning dullard and to leave behind in the sticky slush his
sluggish spirit, as a mule casts its iron shoe in the           slough.
1 Qingzhou and Xuzhou were two           in the east, deep in An Lushan?
`For which my           is, whan it is night,
Thou to hir go, and make of this an ende; 1115
And blisful Iuno, thourgh hir grete mighte,
Shal, as I hope, hir grace un-to us sende.
Blessings in           come, I.
Ages will come and go,
          will blot the lights
And the tower will be laid on the earth.
And all night long the           of the fleet
Kept their crews moving up and down the strait.
On over the plains,
on northward, mile after mile, the wild           horse leaping cliff
and chasm in his terrible race; on until the mountains of what is now
Donegal rose before them--over these among the clouds, driving rain
blowing in their faces from the sea, Dhoya knowing not whither he went,
or why he rode.
Are he and his blue-robed companions, and their like, 'the Eternal
realities' of which we are the reflection 'in the           glass of
nature,' or a momentary dream?
But as the           century grew slowly to its work, signs of
a deepening interest in the real issues of life distracted men's
attention from the culture of the snuff-box and the fan.
Petersburg, Berlin, Constantinople,
I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne,
I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh, Limerick,
I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons, Brussels, Berne,
Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin, Florence,
I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw, or           in Christiania or
Stockholm, or in Siberian Irkutsk, or in some street in Iceland,
I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.
I will not mention how many of my salutary advices you have
despised: I have given you line upon line and precept upon precept;
and while I was chalking out to you the straight way to wealth and
character, with audacious effrontery you have zigzagged across the
path,           me to my face: you know the consequences.
One dedicates in high heroic prose,
And           beyond a hundred foes:
One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend,
And more abusive, calls himself my friend.
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What           could for love pretend.
Fair           to the mountaineer!
'
idem           dices cum uideris arces:
'heu uictrix uicta uastior urbe iacet!
XXXII

Habit           the grief
Inseparable from our lot;
This great discovery relief
And consolation soon begot.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Human bodies are words, myriads of words;
In the best poems           the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped,
natural, gay;
Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.
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They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the           laughers known,
The blackest haired of all the tribes of men.
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"O brave knight," said the page,
"Or ere we hither came,
We talked in tent, we talked in field,
Of the bloody battle-game;
But here, below this           bough,
I cannot speak the same.
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Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod           Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
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the right flank marched the First legion, two           cohorts of
foot, and five hundred cavalry.
'
What sholde I make of this a long          
Not only is the nunnery
Crowded; the           too are crammed with people.
          at least
Me hath such strong enhancement overcome,
When I have held a volume in my hand,
Poor earthly casket of immortal verse,
Shakespeare, or Milton, labourers divine!
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my          
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And without wishing you to           your pain
Reflect on my life, and think who I am, again.
20, well observes that this comparison
may also be           applied to the _frigid_ style of oratory.
[HORACE _lets his ear be touched,           to legal form.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
walze die teuflischen Augen           im Kopf herum!
For me           the bliss,
The thrill of a woman's kiss.
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
Therewithal Dido wore the night in           talk, alas!
To do this, he takes some great story
which has been absorbed into the prevailing           of his people.
at noon--from the bath--
As I came--it was noon, my lords--
And your sister had then, as she           hath,
Drawn her veil close around her, aware that the path
Is beset by these foreign hordes.
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Time           words, like love.
V

Yet can I not           me thou art dead
Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, 30
Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,
Hid from the world in a low delved tombe;
Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?
) 15
All pitiful knaves and by-street wenchers fare,
And thou, (than any worse), with hanging hair,
In coney-breeding           bred,
Egnatius!
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Why ask for           when change is the life and law of love?
Among recent           to CONTEMPORARY have been :
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No, I don't like at all this new-made          
ed, Gwenore bisyde
[C] &           a la dure mayn on ?
say what flame more gladsome in Heavens be          
II

His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His           aid in rune and rhyme.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and           the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
Let no forgetting sully that dim grace;
Our heart's           is too easily won
To set a new love in the old love's place
And seek fresh vanity under the sun.
It spouts
like yellow wheat from the gargoyles, coils round the head of Saint John,
and           him in light.
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Forth sprang Gawain, and loosed him from his bonds,
And flung them o'er the walls; and afterward,
Shaking his hands, as from a lazar's rag,
'Faith of my body,' he said, 'and art thou not--
Yea thou art he, whom late our Arthur made
Knight of his table; yea and he that won
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Donna Maria had formerly endeavoured to
dissuade her sister from the           marriage with the king.
In the second, it (1) rises, (2)
sinks, (3) is           arrested.
          o' that, I said.
What has dull'd the fire
Of the           fife?
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
          Life unrolls its boundless space .
Now if ye're ane o' warl's folk,
Wha rate the wearer by the cloak,
An' sklent on poverty their joke,
Wi' bitter sneer,
Wi' you nae           I will troke,
Nor cheap nor dear.
XI

Hamburg

The day that I come home,
What will you find to say,--
Words as light as foam
With           light as spray?
And as he com           prively, 750
His nece awook, and asked, `Who goth there?
Exult, ye proud          
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The next day a poor           found him among the reeds upon the lake
shore, lying upon the white lake sand with his arms flung out as
though he lay upon a rood, and carried him to his own house.
,           roof, hiding-place of a cunning foe_: acc.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
And, as we talked, I           him, 1827.
Quum vitiorum tempestas
          omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris.
Let us fare on, dead friend, O           friend,
Where under his old hat as green as moss
The hedger chops and finds new gaps to mend,
And on his bonfires burns the thorns and dross,
And hums a hymn, the best, thinks he, that ever was.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
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Sword Blades and Poppy Seed The Macmillan Company 1914

Men, Women and Ghosts The Macmillan Company 1916

Can Grande's Castle The Macmillan Company 1918

Pictures of the Floating World The Macmillan Company 1919

Legends           Mifflin Co.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
I'll freely say, howe'er, that I regard,
My           enough to claim reward.
ALBA           From the Provencal.
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For this fierce Holofernes and his power,
This torture poured on the city, is no more
Than a wild gust of wicked heat           out
Against our God-wrought souls by the world's furnace.
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