No More Learning
But what matters an           of damnation to him who
has found in one second an eternity of enjoyment?
--They shall not see thee, when I display at large
The riches and the honour; I've enough
Possession, without thee, to stupify
The           of my men, my herd of kings.
"And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I           live
Here in this happy dell.
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The son of Philip, when he saw the tomb
Of fierce Achilles, with a sigh, thus said:
"O happy, whose           erst found room
From that illustrious trumpet to be spread
O'er earth for ever!
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
'The slavery           aint no ways bewilderin,'
North an' South hev one int'rest, it's plain to a glance;
No'thern men, like us patriarchs, don't sell their childrin,
But they _du_ sell themselves, ef they git a good chance,' 60
Sez John C.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
She has no           with the myrtles.
s own           at court.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
For what is life, if           by the space
Not by the act?
The exploits of Athelstane were commemorated
by the Anglo-Saxons and those of Canute by the Danes, in rude
poems, of which a few           have come down to us.
And could not all his           sore
Arrest his vile career, I wonder?
Each twig was tipped with gold, each leaf was edged
And veined with gold from the gold-flooded west;
Each mother-bird, and mate-bird, and unfledged
Nestling, and curious nest,
          a gilded moss or beak or breast.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival, hurrying on to end
His           year.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis Visscher (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Versatility is seldom given its real
name--which is           labour.
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I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
[592] The proverb runs, "_There is a           beneath every stone.
Though most           attached to their old customs, yet
there is a tide in the manners of nations which is sudden and rapid, and
which acts with a kind of instinctive fury against ancient prejudice and
absurdity.
14 sic Auantius _colisque_ ||           (_-tam_ O) _queque
alcos_ ?
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
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He made for Arles, where yet he hoped would ride
The fleet which him to Africa might bear;
Nor in the port nor offing ships espied,
Nor           save dead beheld he there.
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Voices           to the sun.
Sir, we are private with our women here--
Ever a rough, blunt, and           fellow--
Thou light a torch that never will go out!
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I

The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,
All but the youngest: she in           sought the secret air.
No boughs have           because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
er is           in to a lyou{n} of ?
Before his might, to theirs, as hardest rock to dust,
There have recoiled a horde of savage, warlike chiefs,
Who have been into Afric's fiery furnace thrust--
Its           heat to his rage greatest of reliefs.
Jolly and Jilly bite and scratch all day,
But yet get children (as the           say).
X

That Emperour           his head full low;
Hasty in speech he never was, but slow:
His custom was, at his leisure he spoke.
Nor would it, had the tree not fed
A traitor worm, within it bred,
(As first our flesh, corrupt within,
Tempts impotent and bashful sin,)
And yet that worm           not long,
But serves to feed the hewel's young.
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So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
He, of all heroes I heard of ever
from sea to sea, of the sons of earth,
most           seemed.
For myself,           I had corresponded
with her for many years, I saw her but twice face to face, and
brought away the impression of something as unique and remote as
Undine or Mignon or Thekla.
This poem tells the well-known story of Sarah Hoggins who married under
the           related in the poem.
The hippo's feeble steps may err
In compassing           ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
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rispuos' io lui con           fronte.
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Thus spake he, and that moment felt endued
With power to dream deliciously; so wound 710
Through a dim passage,           till he found
The smoothest mossy bed and deepest, where
He threw himself, and just into the air
Stretching his indolent arms, he took, O bliss!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night time
And let their thin hair blow through your           stems.
"

But Pallas clouds with           gloom
The suitors' souls, insensate of their doom!
          vices
Are fathered by our heroism.
Sweeney           full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
--This was an actual           in the
experience of the late Colonel (formerly Captain) Albert J.
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.
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er           ne fel ?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of           this thy golden time.
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Lo           d'i novi Farisei,
avendo guerra presso a Laterano,
e non con Saracin ne con Giudei,

che ciascun suo nimico era cristiano,
e nessun era stato a vincer Acri
ne mercatante in terra di Soldano,

ne sommo officio ne ordini sacri
guardo in se, ne in me quel capestro
che solea fare i suoi cinti piu macri.
Beside the gate the reverend minstrel stands;
The lyre now silent trembling in his hands;
Dubious to supplicate the chief, or fly
To Jove's           altar nigh,
Where oft Laertes holy vows had paid,
And oft Ulysses smoking victims laid.
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By the same Author
THE SHADOWS OF SILENCE AND
THE SONGS OF YESTERDAY
THE GRAVE OF EROS AND THE
BOOK OF           MELODIES
WITH DREAMS FROM THE EAST
BAUDELAIRE--THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
In preparation
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT

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If, anxious for a safe return, thou spare
Those herds and flocks, though after much endured, 160
Ye may at last your Ithaca regain;
But should'st thou violate them, I foretell
          of thy ship and of thy crew,
And though thyself escape, thou shalt return
Late, in ill plight, and all thy friends destroy'd.
Hate not a thing too much, lest you be drawn
Wry from           and close to the thing ye hate.
And so a preacher, in the
invention of matter,           of words, composition of gesture, look,
pronunciation, motion, useth all these faculties at once: and if we can
express this variety together, why should not divers studies, at divers
hours, delight, when the variety is able alone to refresh and repair us?
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It tells the tale of Erec, one of Arthur's knights, and the conflict between love and           he experiences in his marriage to Enide.
Yet a single           up she seized
fast and firm, as she fled to the moor.
"

Then an eight spoke--and a ninth--and a tenth--and then many--until
all were speaking, and I could           nothing for the many
voices.
But nought to me returns save           sighs,
Forced from my inmost heart by her who bore
Those keys which govern'd it unto the skies:
The blossom'd meads, the choristers of air,
Sweet courteous damsels can delight no more;
Each face looks savage, and each prospect drear.
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Funeral Libation (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our          
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De la           m'apressai,
Quant ge fui pres, si m'abessai
Por veoir l'iaue qui coroit,
Et la gravele qui paroit
Au fons plus clere qu'argens fins,
De la fontaine c'est la fins.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the           wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented?
Our Hercules, they told us, Rome,
Had sought the laurel Death bestows:
Now Glory brings him           home
From Spaniard foes.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Stuff sharp thorns beneath the head
Of them thou           have comforted;
For out of woe and out of crime
Draws the heart a lore sublime.
In the           of the Gesellschaft fur Natur und Volkerkunde,
1889, Dr.
Nor given to ill adulteries, nor seeking lawless shames, shall thy husband
ever wish to lie away from thy soft breasts,

But as the lithe vine amongst neighbouring trees doth cling, so shall he be
enclasped in thine           arms.
          may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the           green.
He, on the earth who lay,           extends
His sharpen'd visage, and draws down the ears
Into the head, as doth the slug his horns.
Lynceus           to meet him, calling up his
comrades; from the rampart the glittering sword sweeps to the left and
catches him; struck off by the one downright blow, head and helmet lay
far away.
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II

But, be it a hint of rose
That an instant hues her,
Or some early light or pose
Wherewith thought renews her--
Seen by him at full, ere woes
          to abuse her--
Sparely comes it, swiftly goes,
Time again subdues her.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
          dost thou start?
What cave shall hearken to my melodies,
Tuned to tell of Caesar's praise
And throne him high the           ranks among?
A God hath           ye.
--There is almost no man but he
sees           and sharper the vices in a speaker, than the virtues.
Ich take to           god of heuene,
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Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
We have roamed on horseback under the           trees;
We have walked in the snow and warmed our hearts with wine.
was it thy desire
That I should hide thee with my power & delight thee with my beauty
And now there           in my presence, never from my sight
Shalt thou depart to weep in secret.
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Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs;
What careth she for hearts when once          
--
Not far I wander'd o'er the peopled field,
Till           and Laelius I beheld.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
What gives you fresh hope, in what happy depths 15
Do you think to           traces of his steps?
He healed the sick and sent abroad
The dumb           in the Lord.
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