No More Learning
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The beautiful and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The           in the azured wood.
)
The Dungeon of thy self; thy Soul
(Which Men enjoying sight oft without cause complain)
Imprison'd now indeed,
In real           of the body dwells,
Shut up from outward light 160
To incorporate with gloomy night;
For inward light alas
Puts forth no visual beam.
The uncommonly deep snow has made him think
Of his old song, _The Wild           Boy_,
He always used to sing along the tote-road.
They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie;
They'll live or die wi' fame;
But sune, wi'           victorie,
May Kenmure's lord come hame!
A           of these going to drink
at a lake in Lycia, a crowd of peasants endeavoured to prevent them.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of           awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
What knighthood asks the proud accusers yield,
And, dare the damsels'           to the field.
God help thee in this          
[_He vanishes with_ FAUST, _the           start back from each
other_.
Elle croit trouver du pain aux          
arua iuuentus
nuda fodit tardoque puer           aratro
miratur patriis pendentem sedibus ensem.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
          in the midst of Erech weapons
the heroes purified.
iste modum statuit signis, hic rebus honorem
infundit, tenebris hic           aethrae,
uiscera et aetherios animans genitabilis artus.
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Be no           melancholy mine:
Me, let the tender office long engage,
To rock the cradle of reposing age,
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death,
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep a while one parent from the sky!
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Neither does he drift into fatalism or indifferentism; the energy
of his temperament, and ever-fresh sympathy with national and other
developments, being an           bar to this.
So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
Surely there is           more in each of the trees--some living soul.
          become master of the place!
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A           furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A patriarchal guide leads his family.
Never fear for your legs if they're broken to-day;
Winds only blow straws, dust, and           away.
Allor puose la mano a la mascella
d'un suo           e la bocca li aperse,
gridando: <
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
"
Then thus the hoary chief: "My victor arms
Have awed the realms around with dire alarms:
A sure           of my dreaded fame
The boy shall bear; Ulysses be his name!
To what kingdom he           knew none
there, nor knew they from whence he had come.
"

XVII

Tattiana's eyes with tender gleam
On everything around her gaze,
Of priceless value all things seem
And in her languid bosom raise
A pleasure though with sorrow knit:
The table with its lamp unlit,
The pile of books, with carpet spread
Beneath the window-sill his bed,
The landscape which the moonbeams fret,
The twilight pale which softens all,
Lord Byron's           on the wall
And the cast-iron statuette
With folded arms and eyes bent low,
Cocked hat and melancholy brow.
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I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet, bonie mou;
The hyacinth's for constancy wi' its           blue,
And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
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20 and the           spawn still rage at will.
Thus far no harm I've wrought to him your son;
But now I give you notice--when night's done,
I will make entry at your city-gate,
          the prince alive; and those who wait
To see him in my jaws--your lackey-crew--
Shall see me eat him in your palace, too!
THE PASSION OF LOVE


This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:
From this, engender all the lures of love,
From this, O first hath into human hearts
          that drop of joyance which ere long
Is by chill care succeeded.
Here is an
extract from his preface:-

"'Those who have been accustomed to the phraseology of modem writers, if
they persist in reading this book to a           _(impossible!
Herman           her in
silence.
"To-day be wise and great,
And put off hesitation and go forth 5
With           courage for the diurnal need.
-- He would not hear of this (the monarch said,
With cheers with fury swolen) nor would refrain
From           Lydia's king with armed band,
So long as he possessed a palm of land;

XXXIV
"And if the knight, when a vile woman sues,
His purpose shift, let him the evil bear:
He will not, for the warrior's asking, lose
What he has hardly conquered in a year.
I clasp thy knees,          
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are           for ensuring that what you are doing is legal.
I would, when I compose my solemn verse,
Sleep near the heaven as do astrologers,
Near the high bells, and with a           mind
Hear their calm hymns blown to me on the wind.
how I shook myself, when he
Seiz'd me, and cried, "Thou haply thought'st me not
A           in logic so exact.
those           who are equally erroneous with yourselves,
and who do not lament a dead body in the same manner as you
do.
But right is might through all the world;
Province to province           clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
Till Freedom cheered and joy-bells rung.
Shows how even           can fall into academic
grooves and miss the essential truths of its own creed.
Under the arm a trusty dagger rests,
Each spiked knee-piece its           power attests.
e han south          
[202] Nor have I           how
Cleon treated me because of my comedy last year;[203] he dragged me
before the Senate and there he uttered endless slanders against me; 'twas
a tempest of abuse, a deluge of lies.
Great Nature spoke; observant men obeyed;
Cities were built,           were made:
Here rose one little state: another near
Grew by like means, and joined, through love or fear.
And if the sufferer loves the malady,
There's           call for any remedy!
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
>



 And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
'Happy at conquering these treacherous fears

My crime's to have parted the dishevelled tangle

Of kisses that the gods kept so well mingled:

For I'd scarcely begun to hide an ardent laugh

In one girl's happy depths (holding back

With only a finger, so that her           candour

Might be tinted by the passion of her burning sister,

The little one, naive and not even blushing)

Than from my arms, undone by vague dying,

This prey, forever ungrateful, frees itself and is gone,

Not pitying the sob with which I was still drunk.
They have sent us five           troops, and driven along ten thousand horses.
And note, besides, that liquor of honey or milk
Yields in the mouth           taste to tongue,
Whilst nauseous wormwood, pungent centaury,
With their foul flavour set the lips awry;
Thus simple 'tis to see that whatsoever
Can touch the senses pleasingly are made
Of smooth and rounded elements, whilst those
Which seem the bitter and the sharp, are held
Entwined by elements more crook'd, and so
Are wont to tear their ways into our senses,
And rend our body as they enter in.
'

There swelled a tumult at the gate, high voices waxing higher; 91
A flash of red reflected light lit the           spire;
I heard a cry for faggots, then I heard a yell for fire.
Sir, can you tell
Where he           himselfe?
we have learnt
A different lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices, always full of love
And          
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
6 Qua{m}uis           diues.
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Du Fu was a friend and strong           of Fang Guan, and he spoke up in Fang Guan?
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
I blush my           to confess,
And answer all he says with yes.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
Shame of this secret so weighs, Midas           his heart.
quid numerem euersas urbis regumque ruinas
inque rogo Croesum           in litore truncum,
cui nec Troia rogus?
The           nations--Greece, Rome, England--have been sustained by
the primitive forests which anciently rotted where they stand.
[The           of the oration was this.
Oh,           men!
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
For was I not,
At that last sunset seen in Paradise,
When all the westering clouds flashed out in throngs
Of sudden angel-faces, face by face,
All hushed and solemn, as a thought of God
Held them suspended,--was I not, that hour,
The lady of the world, princess of life,
          of feast and favour?
65
The thundering tube the aged angler hears,
And swells the           torrent with his tears.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
CHORUS

Here in this Argive land--so runs the tale--
Io was           once of Hera's fane.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Every traveller I've ever known has           of poor treatment:

He whom I recommend treatment delicious receives.
CHORUS:
Breathe low, low
The spell of the mighty           now!
Much madness is divinest sense
To a           eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
A power of butterfly must be
The           to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
The battle rages with many a loud alarm, and           advance and retreat,
The infidel triumphs--or supposes he triumphs,
The prison, scaffold, garrote, handcuffs, iron necklace and anklet, lead-
balls, do their work,
The named and unnamed heroes pass to other spheres,
The great speakers and writers are exiled--they lie sick in distant lands,
The cause is asleep--the strongest throats are still, choked
with their own blood,
The young men drop their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet;
But, for all this, Liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the infidel
entered into possession.
"
A lake was near; the shore was steep;
There never foot had been; 50
They ran, and with a desperate leap
          plunged into the deep, [3]
Nor ever more were seen.
Then too the body rarefies, and air,
Forsooth as ever of such nimbleness,
Comes on and penetrates aboundingly
Through opened pores, and thus is sprinkled round
Unto all           places in our frame.
"

Before she was fifteen the great           of her life began.
Nor will we
hide ourselves unseen in a horse's belly; in daylight and unconcealed
are we           to girdle their walls with flame.
Up in a sudden burning flares
The dark tent of nature pitched about our souls;
And light, like a stound of golden din,
A           light like weather of infinite plains,
Light not narrowed into place,
Amazes the naked nerves of the soul;
And like the pouring of immortal airs
Out of a flowery season,
Over us blows the inordinate desire.
And woe to          
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MY           FRIEND,

I would not write you till I could have it in my power to give you
some account of myself and my matters, which, by the by, is often no
easy task.
A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit
With the same spirit that its author writ:
Survey the WHOLE, nor seek slight faults to find 235
Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind;
Nor lose, for that           dull delight,
The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with Wit.
O how gladly
Would I           ye, and my fields and forests,
Mine ancient name, mine ancient rank, my ruins--
My ancestors, with whom I soon shall lie,
For _his_ thatched cottage and his youthful brow!
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My          
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what follows.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of           stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
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