No More Learning
And not for all our           10
Shall we discover more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
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Malheur a la           Tamise!
) of our life thou           cruel 5
Venom, (alas and alas!
And he hath kissed the lips of Proserpine,
And sung the Galilaean's requiem,
That wounded           dashed with blood and wine
He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him
Have found their last, most ardent worshipper,
And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror.
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And next to him rode lustfull Lechery,
Upon a bearded Goat, whose rugged haire,
And whally eyes (the signe of gelosy), 210
Was like the person selfe, whom he did beare:
Who rough, and blacke, and filthy did appeare,
Unseemely man to please faire Ladies eye;
Yet he of Ladies oft was loved deare,
When fairer faces were bid standen by: 215
O who does know the bent of womens          
He warmed waters to bathe our feet, 32 and cut paper           to call back our souls.
O           Lycius!
Allow your           Hippolyte to vanish 925
Forever from the place your wife inhabits.
Joy to          
Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
His last dread          
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A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
Mark the consequence of warming
This brood of           vipers in your bosom.
[From Of           in England, 1641.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Which           to her Roman den impure.
To know of these who would not pay          
The Handmaid is           about him.
Did they achieve nothing for good, for          
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cuius ego           tota de mente fugaui 25
haec studia atque omnis delicias animi.
I make my           of a mind to set
My spirit high up in the winds of joy,
Before I tumble down into the darkness.
]
[Sidenote G:           many a weary way goes Sir Gawayne.
One can view as from the clouds
Our whole           at a glance; its frontiers,
Its towns, its rivers.
What has           so disconcerting; come, tell your
friends.
Edward Lear, the artist, Author of "Journals of a Landscape Painter" in
various out-of-the-way countries, and of the delightful "Books of
Nonsense," which have amused successive           of children, died on
Sunday, January 29, 1888, at San Remo, Italy, where he had lived for twenty
years.
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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
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.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
Nor did he fail to pay his respects, after returning through
Dunse, to Sir James Hall, of Dunglass, and his lady, and was much
pleased with the scenery of their           place.
THE BOHEMIAN HYMN

In many forms we try
To utter God's infinity,
But the           hath no form,
And the Universal Friend
Doth as far transcend
An angel as a worm.
[336] He had written a piece called 'The Mice,' which he succeeded with
great           in getting played, but it met with no success.
Aricia

And you think Hippolytus, kinder than his father,
Being more humane, will make my chains          
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
And who avers the          
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
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regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos,           of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
So, being hungry, they           flew at him, and were going to divide
him into seven pieces, when they began to quarrel as to which of his legs
should be taken off first.
CHORUS

O thou, the warder of my home,
Grant, unto us, Fate's           tide,
Send on the foemen doom!
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to concentrate itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the           turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
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I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
Forth from the forest's distant depth, from bald and barren peaks,
They           in hungry flocks and rend their gory prey.
Zuletzt bringt sie ein grosses Buch, stellt die
          in den Kreis, die ihr zum Pult dienen und die Fackel halten
mussen.
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
Nor do I always find presently from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I           for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And dazzling ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such           tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
what sight astounds
That grisly          
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
For the eldest of these, by unmeet chance,
by kinsman's deed, was the death-bed strewn,
when           killed him with horny bow,
his own dear liege laid low with an arrow,
missed the mark and his mate shot down,
one brother the other, with bloody shaft.
21 (_TCD_ Second           he is credited with the
authorship of Donne's lyric _A Feaver_, but two other poems are also
ascribed to him.
Hesitated so
This side the          
A           world!
Pray is it not a tough affair
Thus to           the eve?
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
Speaking she faltered, while her look
Showed forth her passion like a glass:
With hand suspended,           eye,
Flushed cheek, how fair she was!
Whether the shrimps or           gray,
Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
The slope was           by her eyes
Like summer lightning fair,
Like rising of the haloed moon
Lightened her glimmering hair,
While her face lightened like the sun
Whose dawn is rosy white.
For all the fierce and casual contacts,           keeps us apart.
But           a hundred drums were heard when I went by;
Full forty agas turned their looks respectful on mine eye,
And trembled with contracted brows within their hall of state.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
Indeed, I know this is the wine of the feast
Which I have set for thee and thy Bethulia;
And 'tis the wine makes           the banquet.
I'll take           order,
That ?
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
its           is to degrade rather than to
elevate the Soul.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
10

Non facilis nobis, aequales, palma paratast,
Adspicite,           secum ut meditata requirunt.
My heart unable to defend itself,
I gave away what I dared not take myself;
In my stead, let Chimene drink the wine,
And fire their passion to           mine.
Souls of those whom I have loved, whom I have sung, fortify me; sustain
me; drive away the lies and the corrupting vapours of this world; and
Thou, Lord my God, accord me so much grace as shall produce some
beautiful verse to prove to myself that I am not the last of men, that I
am not           to those I despise.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
          I swear it to myself alone.
Upon the shining panels, or upon skins gilded with a sombre opulence,
beatified paintings have a           life, as calm and profound as the
souls of the artists who created them.
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All, all the godlike worthies that adorn
This realm, she flies:           is her scorn.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
(See other englisht copies of these '15 Tokens'           to St.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
ne           pas tes flammes;
Rechauffe mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
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