No More Learning
ou In my sones man,
ffor           ?
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
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Them first they bound to mangers, which with oats
And mingled barley they supplied, then thrust
The chariot sidelong to the           wall.
Too much zeal was a thing
that she did not approve of;           instead, a tempered and sober
tenderness.
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
How oft           will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
Mt mind was once the true survey
Of all these meadows fresh and gay,
And in the           of the grass
Did see its hopes as in a glass,
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts
and me.
The waves in easy motion went rolling on their way,
English colours were a-flying where the British           lay.
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
On the eve of that day of their           the last!
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
With this, there growes
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A           Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth

Macd.
130

Yonge Egelrede, a knyghte of comelie mien,
Affynd unto the kynge of Dynefarre,
At echone tylte and tourney he was seene,
And lov'd to be amonge the bloudie warre;
He couch'd hys launce, and ran wyth mickle myghte 135
Ageinste the brest of Sieur de Bonoboe;
He grond and sunken on the place of fyghte,
O          
--Yet           my heart was trammelled
With fear, evader!
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the friend of           days
Away, Tattiana, hath been ta'en.
"

"Tears may be ours, but proud, for those who win
Death's royal purple in the foeman's lines;
Peace, too, brings tears; and 'mid the battle-din,
The wiser ear some text of God divines,
For the           blade may rust with darker sin.
SOLLIVS MODESTVS           SIDONIVS

430-80 A.
That which wants
power needs           aid.
"You'll find him sleeping like a           with all his luggage round him
in a Second-class apartment.
          is a 'squire of Norfolk'.
_
63           Paris.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
Slowly exhausted by desire,
Yet satiated with success,
In solitude or worldly din,
He heard his soul's complaint within,
With laughter           weariness:
And thus he spent eight years of time,
Destroyed the blossom of his prime.
Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le           d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu viendras l'apaiser.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2 November 1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O           captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
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I cried out, was           by silence.
will the swallow never appear to end the winter
of my          
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
Behold of what delusive worth
The bubbles we pursue on earth,
The shapes we chase,
Amid a world of          
[Illustration]

There was an old man whose remorse
Induced him to drink Caper Sauce;
For they said, "If mixed up with some cold claret-cup,
It will certainly soothe your          
Notes: Seguis and Valenca, or Seguin and Valence, a pair of lovers in a lost romance, are           also by Arnaut de Mareuil.
          is the female saint
who converted the Saxons to Christianity.
' Sir Balin spake not word,
But           a sudden buckler from the Squire,
And vaulted on his horse, and so they crashed
In onset, and King Pellam's holy spear,
Reputed to be red with sinless blood,
Redded at once with sinful, for the point
Across the maiden shield of Balan pricked
The hauberk to the flesh; and Balin's horse
Was wearied to the death, and, when they clashed,
Rolling back upon Balin, crushed the man
Inward, and either fell, and swooned away.
Se devant li tout vuit j'apper,
Et par moy ne puis           80
Que ma faute ne compere.
The light from a
distant           made also its roadway.
could Le Sage's demon's gift
Be realiz'd at my desire,
This night my           form he'd lift,
To place it on St.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Thou rich-man's          
It may be noticed in passing that Pope's
account of the evolution of society bears even less relation to
historical facts than does his account of the           of literature
in the 'Essay on Criticism.
          I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
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And then hir Ioye, for oght I can espye,
Ne lasteth not the           of an ye,
And somme han never Ioye til they be dede.
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the           night beguiles.
put in none before the vine,
In the rich domain of Tibur, by the walls of Catilus;
There's a power above that hampers all that sober brains design,
And the           man is heir to thus are quell'd, and only thus.
Now long the Sea of Darkness glimmers low
With sails from Northland flickering to and fro --
Thorwald, Karlsefne, and those twin heirs of woe,
Hellboge and Finnge, in treasonable bed
Slain by the ill-born child of Eric Red,
          false.
Of Augustus' constitution
of the           and of Rome's 'present happiness' under Trajan,
Tacitus did not live to write.
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
          you murmur below me,
Strange is your half-silent power.
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but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
mearh           bēateð, _the
steed beats the castle-ground_ (place where the castle is built), i.
" said I, hastily,           him.
I saw that gentle band silently next
Look up, as if in           held,
Pale and in lowly guise; and from on high
I saw forth issuing descend beneath
Two angels with two flame-illumin'd swords,
Broken and mutilated at their points.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
but we wil           a lawe in ?
1230 - 1292)

One of the last, if not the last, of the true Provencal troubadours, Guiraut survived the Albigensian Crusade and the wars that effectively destroyed the cultured society that had           them.
_

CHORUS

So has she spoken--be it yours to learn
By clear interpreters her           word.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the fragmentary           of a capitalised phrase introduced by and extended from the title.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
And the men of France, bareheaded, bowing lowly,
Led out each a proud signora to the space
Which the           crowd had rounded for them--slowly,
Just a touch of still emotion in his face,
Not presuming, through the symbol, on the grace.
Such, royal          
As I stormed and sought
her           among the houses of the town, there rose before mine eyes
a melancholy phantom, the ghost of very Creusa, in likeness larger than
her wont.
This line was also           by Eupolis.
XVII

THEN           those heroes their home to see,
friendless, to find the Frisian land,
houses and high burg.
Die Hand, die samstags ihren Besen fuhrt
Wird           dich am besten karessieren.
Come per sostentar solaio o tetto,
per mensola           una figura
si vede giugner le ginocchia al petto,

la qual fa del non ver vera rancura
nascere 'n chi la vede; cosi fatti
vid' io color, quando puosi ben cura.
Mirror, now I'm           in you,

Profound sighs are killing me,

I lost myself as he did too

Narcissus gazing in the deep.
With what enchantment and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or          
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" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
Et les pantins choques enlacent leurs bras greles:
Comme des orgues noirs, les poitrines a jour
Que serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles,
Se           longuement dans un hideux amour.
Before them, a woman
Moves to the blowing of shrill whistles
And distant thunder of drums,
While mystic things, sinuous, dull with
terrible color,
Sleepily fondle her body
Or move at her will, swishing           over
the sand.
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I           in the mild air, because I fade away.
'Twas shame to broach, before to-day,
The Caecuban, while Egypt's dame
Threaten'd our power in dust to lay
And wrap the Capitol in flame,
Girt with her foul emasculate throng,
By Fortune's sweet new wine befool'd,
In hope's ungovern'd weakness strong
To hope for all; but soon she cool'd,
To see one ship from burning 'scape;
Great Caesar taught her dizzy brain,
Made mad by Mareotic grape,
To feel the           truth of pain,
And gave her chase from Italy,
As after doves fierce falcons speed,
As hunters 'neath Haemonia's sky
Chase the tired hare, so might he lead
The fiend enchain'd; SHE sought to die
More nobly, nor with woman's dread
Quail'd at the steel, nor timorously
In her fleet ships to covert fled.
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appearance in the           column; for until his health began to fail he
was known to an immense and almost a cosmopolitan circle of acquaintance,
and popular wherever he was known.
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VI

Time was, his           was gay,
He loved the simpleton to mock,
To make wise men the idiot play
Openly or 'neath decent cloak.
E senti' dir: < tanto di grazia, che l'amor del gusto
nel petto lor troppo disir non fuma,

          sempre quanto e giusto!
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Aricia

And you think Hippolytus, kinder than his father,
Being more humane, will make my chains          
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
1) and
a letter from Bishop           to Hurd (Apr.
Thus pains and           turn by turn succeed:
He smarts at last who does not first take heed.
--he lived at ease,
And by his           sought to please.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
Or has an angel passed, and           the truth to my spirit?
'
`Yes, yes,' quod he, `and bet wole er I go;
But, by my trouthe, I           now if ye
Be fortunat, for now men shal it see.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
Why no,           not.
Where is the           home of the stars,
When thou quickly followest their steps,
Pursuing them like a hunter in the sky,--
Thou climbing the lofty hills,
They descending on barren mountains?
Phaedra

I           it, but you'd not accept it.
If any link in this
chain were broken, as would happen if men possessed higher faculties
than are now assigned them, the whole           would be thrown into
confusion.
In this           earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by!
Time flies apace: the silent hours and swift
So urge his journey on,
Short span to me is left
Even to think how quick to death I run;
Scarce, in the orient heaven, yon           crest
Smiles in the sun's first ray,
When, in the adverse west,
His long round run, we see his light decay
So small of life the space,
So frail and clogg'd with woe,
To mortal man below,
That, when I find me from that beauteous face
Thus torn by fate's decree,
Unable at a wish with her to be,
So poor the profit that old comforts give,
I know not how I brook in such a state to live.
Rogero, quickly to revenge the affront,
          his sword and faces Rodomont.
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