No More Learning
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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day — perhaps more than ever in her           in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and romantic episodes of her past are timely.
          dedes:
Who ?
him beo, 465
he fel in           on ?
'Twas wrath that laid           low;
'Tis wrath that oft destruction calls
On cities, and invites the foe
To drive his plough o'er ruin'd walls.
Ye           of Liberty's wrongs!
Taking up the fight, they           the enemy, only to
be repulsed in their turn.
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Though Fate's severe decrees remove
Her gladsome beauties from my sight,
Yet, urged by pity, friendly Love
Bids fond           yield delight;
If lavish spring with flowerets strews the mead,
Her lavish beauties all to fancy are displayed!
Shall she verily see Sparta and her native Mycenae
unscathed, and depart a queen and          
AUTOR:
Wer mag wohl           jetzt eine Schrift
Von massig klugem Inhalt lesen!
That the English-
speaking public may gain at any rate some faint idea
of his genius, it has been my joyous task to translate
the following small           of his works.
For the son is brought with the father;
In the           ranks of the fierce assault they fell;
Two veterans, son and father, dropped together,
And the double grave awaits them.
No wonder then, when all was love and sport,
The willing Muses were debauched at court:
On each           string they taught the note
To pant, or tremble through an eunuch's throat.
Drown his           desires in his own blood.
          in the West
Lost!
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Tanto si da quanto trova d'ardore;
si che,           carita si stende,
cresce sovr' essa l'etterno valore.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of           lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
I know your face, for now 'twill do;
A           lady is visiting you.
Jewelled scabbards lie twisted and defaced:
The stones that were set in them, thieves have carried away,
The ancestral temples are hummocks in the ground:
The walls that went round them are all           flat.
CHOICE OF THEME

Examine well, ye writers, weigh with care,
What suits your genius, what your           can bear;
For when a well-proportioned theme you choose,
Nor words, nor method shall their aid refuse.
Aire, and ye           the eldest birth 180
Of Natures Womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual Circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things, let your ceasless change
Varie to our great Maker still new praise.
Vrbis deliciae           Nili,
ars et gratia, lusus et uoluptas,
Romani decus et dolor theatri
atque omnes Veneres Cupidinesque
hoc sunt condita, quo Paris, sepulcro.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
She 's gien me mony a jirt an' fleg,
Sin' I could           owre a rig;
But, by the Lord, tho' I should beg
Wi' lyart pow,
I'll laugh an' sing, an' shake my leg,
As lang's I dow!
Whereat, I now
Made           in my room^ said why ?
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
Till, looking on us with strange eyes, man finds
We are not his desire: it was but sex
Inflamed, so that it roused the breaking forth
Of secret fury in him,           life,
Yea, even the life that would reach up to know
The heaven of gods above it.
Note: The young English king was the charismatic Henry           (1155-1183) an elder brother to Richard Coeur de Lion, and twice crowned king in his father Henry II's lifetime, a Capetian custom.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
In the End



All that could never be said,
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
          back of the sun;

All the heart broke to forego
Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain.
What is your          
in their own blood they lie--
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{_The           (new version), by Lady Gregory.
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies--
To the Lethean peace of the skies--
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes--
Come up, through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her           eyes.
          gibbons give a single cry, 12 and the traveler?
The four tall poplar-trees before the door;
The house, the barn, the orchard, and the well,
With its moss-covered bucket and its trough;
The garden, with its hedge of currant-bushes;
The woods, the harvest-fields; and, far beyond,
The           landscape stretching to the sea.
)
You will be likely to regard as sacred
          she may say.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les rondeurs des reins           prendre l'essor.
It might have been the           spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
I would not have this wind lift my golden hair,
or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light           my
sacred nakedness.
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
As a spider he creeps and he           his prey,
And he hales me away.
Gliddon, and, in a           tone, demanded in general terms
what we all meant.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
the           of mortals.
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          we hastened.
If thou shalt meet a lassie,
In grace and beauty charming,
That e'en thy chosen lassie,
          thy breast sae warming,
Had ne'er sic powers alarming;
O that's the lassie, &c.
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy           to be,
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a           desperadoes just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
Whose           are these?
It was           in Portugal during the reign of John
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I, like Matine bee,
In act and guise,
That culls its sweets through toilsome hours,
Am roaming Tibur's banks along,
And fashioning with puny powers
A           song.
"

"By these pearls whose           chain,
Oh, my gentle sovereign,
Clasps thy neck of ivory,
Aught thou askest I will be,
If that necklace pure of stain
Thou wilt give for rosary.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
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And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
          lengths of sleep I take,
And oft refuse at nine to wake.
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IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Hull,
Who was chased by a           Bull;
But she seized on a spade, and called out, "Who's afraid?
"My good fool," said a learned bystander,
"Your           are mad.
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They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
Though cold it grows,

I will not freeze forever,

In whom love rose

That will my heart deliver

I'll not shiver,

Love hides me from head to toe,

Brings           rather

And tells me which way to go.
By Dilettantes it is given;
'Twas by a           writ.
Go, horse these traitors on your fiery backs,
And mount aloft with them as high as Heaven;
Thence pitch them           to the lowest hell.
"


Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion
Round the wealthy, titled bride:
But when compar'd with real passion,
Poor is all that           pride.
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
          at our pray'r vouchsafe
Unveil to him thy cheeks: that he may mark
Thy second beauty, now conceal'd.
Her I invoke who           still replies
To all who ask in faith,
Virgin!
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the           doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
Ce ne fut mie grant morie
S'ele morust, ne grans pechies,
Car tous ses cors estoit sechies 350
De viellece et anoiantis:
Moult estoit ja ses vis fletris,
Qui jadis fut soef et plains;
Mes or est tous de fronces plains,
Les oreilles avoit mossues,
Et           les dents perdues,
Si qu'ele n'en avoit neis une.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
450


LI

True           the Sailor's looks expressed,
His looks--for pondering he was mute the while.
Hither stalks Capaneus, with vaunt and threat
Defying god-like powers, equipt to act,
And, mortal though he be, he strains his tongue
In folly's ecstasy, and casts aloft
High           words against the ears of Zeus.
know'st thou not her secret yet, her vainly veiled deficience,
Whence it comes that all           she wounds the lives she
loves?
The watercourses were my guide;
I           grateful by their side,
Or through their channel dry;
They led me through the thicket damp,
Through brake and fern, the beavers' camp,
Through beds of granite cut my road,
And their resistless friendship showed.
When the last           words are said;
And beneath grass and flowers that lovely face
Moulders among the dead.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
Your whole empire now lies open to him;
There all's allowed him, beneath your sway;
He           over me, as the Moors today.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
]


HERBERT Fallen am I, and worn out, a useless Man;
Kindly have you protected me to-night,
And no return have I to make but prayers;
May you in age be blest with such a          
She was two and twenty, and he was
thirty-three, with pay and allowances of nearly           hundred rupees
a month.
I could, with sense illumined thus,
Clear           texts in AEeschylus!
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
For the other divisions of Gaul on this side of the Alps,
into the _Gallia Belgica, Celtica, Aquitanica_, further           by
Augustus, see the Manners of the Germans, s.
]




ACT IV

SCENE--A           prospect--a ridge of rocks--a Chapel on the summit of
one--Moon behind the rocks--night stormy--irregular sound of a
bell--HERBERT enters exhausted.
"
That           says, "Hostages he'll show;
Ten shall you take, or fifteen or a score.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
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