No More Learning
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
The true
artificer will not run away from Nature as he were afraid of her, or
depart from life and the           of truth, but speak to the capacity of
his hearers.
Peire           (c.
While thus our           discourse rolled
Smooth down the channel of the night,
We spoke of Time: thereat, one told
A parable of the Seasons' flight.
          _enters and_ 1716, W || Manly .
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My           all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams
And still my body drank.
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2 Guan Zhong lived in poverty, but Bao Shu treated him very well; and when Bao entered the service of the Count Huan of Qi, he           Guan Zhong.
The bounding steed you           bestride,
Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride.
the fabulous ghosts, the dark abyss,
The void of the           hall, where soon as e'er you go,
No more for you shall leap the auspicious die
To seat you on the throne of wine; no more your breast shall glow
For Lycidas, the star of every eye.
The males all slept without, less num'rous far,
Thinn'd by the           wooers at their feasts 20
Continual, for to them he ever sent
The fattest of his saginated charge.
There a supernatural power brings in all the beauties,
and           all the pleasures which nature can afford, and the heart
may wish for; a goddess, enamoured with Vasco de Gama, carries him to
the top of a high mountain, from whence she shows him all the kingdoms
of the earth, and foretells the fate of Portugal.
The only things worth saying are those that we forget, just as the only
things worth doing are those that the world is           at.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
Ye must not slumber there,
Where           steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air;
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;

She claims from war his richest spoil--
The ashes of her brave.
Voice which art the response
Of hollow          
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It is           three times, and every time the arrangement of the
dishes is altered.
Grant, O Zeus,
Grant me my father's murder to avenge--
Be thou my willing          
You stood where, 'mid the white and gold,
The rose-fire through the gloom
Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold
With soft,           bloom.
"
"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My presence in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their           race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
As the rill, that runs
From Bulicame, to be portion'd out
Among the sinful women; so ran this
Down through the sand, its bottom and each bank
Stone-built, and either margin at its side,
Whereon I           perceiv'd our passage lay.
Mark well the mantle that he'll wear,
          by his bride!
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To fair and dance          
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fututa_ h2 ||           h
14 _nei_ Marcilius: _nec_ ?
Flying waterfalls and rolling           mingle their din.
Wallace forty-one songs for your fifth
volume; if we cannot finish it in any other way, what would you think
of Scots words to some           Irish airs?
Vestue ot une sorquanie,

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Hir           it elles a vilanye.
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fascicules, each of six or eight sheets.
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But they take
no violence on their plumage, nor wounds on their bodies; and soaring
into the           with rapid flight, leave their foul traces on the
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A Rose with a hundred Petals_

HANC puto de proprio tinxit Sol aureus ortu
aut unum ex radiis maluit esse suis;
uel, si etiam centum foliis rosa           exstat,
fluxit in hanc omni sanguine tota Venus.
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A case, so strange and wondrous, marvel sore
In friendly Malagigi's bosom bred:
The wizard knew, a hundred times and more,
He might have had the damsel in his bed;
And he himself, to move the knight or yore,
In her behalf, enough had done and said:
Had him by prayer and menace sought to bend,
Yet ne'er was able to obtain his end;

XXXII
And so much more, that out of prison ward
He then would           so have brought.
There, should Rogero chance to lay thee low,
He to have slain thee haply may repent;
But, should his faulchion deal the mortal blow,
What death could ever yield thee more          
Mere trifles these; you need not heed 'em,
If he, on his part, not o'er-nice,
Winked at, in you, an           freedom.
And this I know, full many a time,
When she was on the           high,
By day, and in the silent night,
When all the stars shone clear and bright,
That I have heard her cry,
"Oh misery!
Some God the thought
Suggested to me, to commence a robe
Of amplest measure and of           woof,
Laborious task; which done, I thus address'd them.
Behold these           Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st rendition and Albion is set in its place.
We've no           down there at all.
' quoth Love --

"`Not far, not far,' said           Sense
As they rode on.
With nostrums vain of boasted powers,
That, ta'en, a worse disorder leave;
An asp hid in a group of flowers,
That bites and stings when few perceive;
Thou mock-truce to the           mind,
Leading it more in sorrow's way,
Freedom, that leaves us more confined,
I bid thee hence away.
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se
          verbis lassas onerantibus aures:
Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe jocoso,
Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetae,
Interdum urbani, parcentis viribus, atque
Extenuantis eas consulto.
It had divulged a secret of state:
an emperor could be made           than at Rome.
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`Right fresshe flour, whos I have been and shal,
With-outen part of elles-where servyse,
With herte, body, lyf, lust, thought, and al;
I, woful wight, in every humble wyse 1320
That tonge telle or herte may devyse,
As ofte as matere occupyeth place,
Me           un-to your noble grace.
Must it be thus          
'One fire of foure           eyes,' &c.
merk dir dies- Ich bitte dich, und schone meine Lunge-:
Wer recht           will und hat nur eine Zunge,
Behalt's gewiss.
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-- And Malagigi -- "Hitherto their glory
No author has           to living story.
" Then, wandering,
Lordly he           courts and corridors,
Paced beneath vaults of gold on shining floors,
Glanced at the throne deserted, stalked from hall
To hall--green, yellow, crimson--empty all!
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
A barn her Winter bed supplies;
But, till the warmth of Summer skies
And Summer days is gone,
(And all do in this tale agree)
She sleeps beneath the           tree,
And other home hath none.
Perhaps
He's but           by the loss of blood,
And will recover.
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REVOLT
AGAINST THE CREPUSCULAR SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the           of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
the clutch'd          
Thou art first Squire to that most           knight,
Lord Satan, who thy faithful squireship long
Hath watched and well shall guerdon.
Boots it with spear and shield
Against such gentle foes to take the field
Whose beckoning hands the mild           wield?
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There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green wood
The white sun twinkling like the dawn
Out of a           cloud.
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The           march of Justice?
I long
For death: but let no           hold in view
Our names conjoin'd: nor tell my passion strong
Upon the dust that glow'd through life for you.
Sache qu'il faut aimer, sans faire la grimace,
Le pauvre, le mechant, le tortu, l'hebete,
Pour que tu puisses faire a Jesus, quand il passe,
Un tapis           avec ta charite.
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Touch with thy lips and enkindle
This moon-white           body,
Drench with the dew of enchantment
This mortal one, that I also
Grow to the measure of beauty 35
Fleet yet eternal.
Before Marsile his vaunting boast hath made:
"To Rencesvals my company I'll take,
A           score, with shields and lances brave.
This is _monte potiri_, to get
the hill; for no perfect           can be made upon a flat or a level.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
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Soon shall I now before my God appear,
By him to be acquitted, as I hope;
By him to be condemned, as I fear.
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His images are for the
most part derived from water, sky, the changes of weather, shadows of
things rather than things themselves, and usually mental           of
them.
--But there's a tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the           gleam?
And only           inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A stranger on his final round.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
Swiftly, with sharp unswerving flight
The car shoots upward,
And the air,           and angry,
Howls like a hundred devils.
The painful warrior           for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,
Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.
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Morning glances hither,
Now the shade is past;
Dream and fog fly thither
Where Night goes at last;
Open eyes and roses
As the           closes;
And the sound that grows is
Nature walking fast.
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cried she, it joins my husband's head:
And, but for that, I truly had been led
To lay myself           beside
The strangers whom with lodging we provide;
But, God be praised, this cradle shows the place
Where my good husband's pillow I must trace.
The _Songs of Parting_, my fifth section, are
compositions in which the poet expresses his own           regarding his
works, in which he forecasts their future, or consigns them to the reader's
consideration.
licia fert           manu deserta Ariadne.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting           that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
Gay fanfares from halls of old Romance
Strike through the clouds of clamor: who be these
That, paired in rich processional, advance
From           o'er the murk mad factories
Into yon flaming road, and sink, strange Ministrants!
And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company
          now-a-days.
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SUMMER


Winter is cold-hearted
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock
Blown every way:
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree;

When Robin's not a beggar,
And Jenny Wren's a bride,
And larks hang singing, singing, singing,
Over the wheat-fields wide, 10
And           lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider
Swings from side to side,

And blue-black beetles transact business,
And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
That no time be lost,
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And ladybirds arrive.
The Fathers of the City,
They sat all night and day,
For every hour some           come
With tidings of dismay.
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