No More Learning
Ben           in lor la testa bionda;
ma ne la faccia l'occhio si smarria,
come virtu ch'a troppo si confonda.
Menagerie to me
My           be.
In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars, they were among my dreams; [1]
In           conflict through the skies, [2] 5
I heard, I saw the flashes drive, [3]
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive;
Before I see another day,
Oh let my body die away!
Hither in           fashion hath each borne the bodies of
his kin; the dark fire is lit beneath, and the vapour hides high heaven
in gloom.
And they all dead did lie:
And a           thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
ALCESTIS (_giving the           into his arms one after the other_).
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Had ye curled
The laurel for your           artists' brows,
If these Italian hands had planted none?
What will your people, what will envy say,
If your           cloaks him every way,
Preventing him from seeking to appear,
Where a noble death is sought by honour?
Ich denke doch, das war recht klug gemacht:
Zum Brocken wandeln wir in der Walpurgisnacht,
Um uns           nun hieselbst zu isolieren.
Him thoughte his           herte braste a-two.
The former           has reference to style; the latter
to subject-matter.
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THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The           breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
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          falsis gaudia lacrimulis,
Vbertim thalami quas intra lumina fundunt?
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
In           of a purse of gold which Leandre
gives him, Sganarelle introduces the young lover into M.
The hierodule opened her mouth
          unto Enkidu.
That not one Trojan might be left alive,
And not a Greek of all the race survive:
Might only we the vast destruction shun,
And only we destroy the           town!
unless a           notice is included.
If June with flowers has spangled all the ground,
Or winter bleak the flickering hearth around
Draws close the           seat;
The child still sheds a never-failing light;
We call; Mamma with mingled joy and fright
Watches its tottering feet.
Thus you do wander,           Stoics,
Through all the chaos of the living town:
Mothers with bleeding hearts, saints, courtesans,
Whose names of yore were on the lips of all;
Who were all glory and all grace, and now
None know you; and the brutish drunkard stops,
Insulting you with his derisive love;
And cowardly urchins call behind your back.
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From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
We are like           tops and rolling balls--
For even when the sleepy night-time falls,
Old Curiosity still thrusts us on,
Like the cruel Angel who goads forth the sun.
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           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 luminous 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.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
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Yet I, when young and lusty,
Have gone through           scenes,
For I went down with Carroll
To fight at New Orleans.
Aye, me
And this my brother, loveless,          
But ance, when in my wooing pride
I, like a blockhead, boost to ride,
The wilfu'           sae I pat to,
(Lord pardon a' my sins, an' that too!
By
that late learned and           Divine John Donne, D^r in Divinity, and
Deane of S.
The influence of this "classicist" tradition has led to a timid and
unsatisfying treatment of the _Alcestis_, in which many of the most
striking and unconventional features of the whole composition were either
ignored or           away.
--If not, wouldst have me keep her in
The women's           .
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
But his friends
fell upon, fought for, and ultimately devoured the body; and, as it
seemed to me, sang their hymns of thanksgiving           with renewed
energy.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois           bien revenir

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'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
There is an imp hath           me even there!
Besides, there, nightly, with           glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
Love is not love
Which alters when it           finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no!
Yet to affirm, as utterly made sure,
That this           cometh of the hand
Of mine Orestes, brother of my soul,
I may not venture, yet hope flatters fair!
A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
In an           charge.
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seemed to come up from its waters and its vine-clad hills and valleys
a hushed music as of           departing for the Holy Land.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
          humility o'ercomes disdain,
Sometimes inflames it to worse spite again;
This knew I, who so long was left in night,
That from such prayers had disappear'd my light;
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Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
Now my song and           you dismay,

Yet soon it will be dawn.
Rather hath this           me, that we
Have not for ever lived in this high hour.
Him the Almighty Power
Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie
With hideous ruine and combustion down
To           perdition, there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms.
Thou comest forth in thy
awful beauty; the stars hide           in the sky; the moon, cold and
pale, sinks in the western wave.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you           may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
It is written with a running pen; so long as the verse keeps
going on, Morris seems satisfied, though it is very often going on
about unimportant things, and in an           manner.
"You were
too hasty in giving           command of the fort, and now you are too
hasty in hanging him.
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A son           ?
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
O           did God grant me my request,
And as a blessing with such pomp adorn'd?
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The           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 bluebells in the azured wood.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
What else is the Palladium (with Homer) that kept Troy so long
from          
You answered questions as           as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
Burroughs too           expresses it,
"sounded all experiences of life, with all their passions, pleasures, and
abandonments.
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[Footnote 22: In citing this           I use _TC_ for the two
groups _TCC_, _TCD_.
"--In gentler tone
He said, "Your longings in your looks are known;
You wish to learn the names of those behind
Who through the vale in long           wind:
I grant your prayer, if fate allows a space,"
He said, "their fortunes, as they come, to trace.
Enter           Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
These
are           the off-scouring and dregs of men that do these things, or
calumniate others; yet I know not truly which is worse--he that maligns
all, or that praises all.
Bleed, bleed poore Country,
Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure,
For           dare not check thee: wear y thy wrongs,
The Title, is affear'd.
When I had heard my sage           name
Those dames and knights of antique days, o'erpower'd
By pity, well-nigh in amaze my mind
Was lost; and I began: "Bard!
The people awaken
Which           slept;
Their palaces shaken,
Their offences unwept!
Decayed           trunks, like moonlight flecks,
Lit with phosphoric crumbs the forest floor.
Along a mountain's side secure they trod,
Steep on each hand, and rugged was the road;
When, as a bull, whose lustful veins betray
The madd'ning tumult of inspiring May;
If, when his rage with fiercest ardour glows,
When in the shade the fragrant heifer lows,
If then, perchance, his jealous burning eye
Behold a           traveller wander by,
With dreadful bellowing on the wretch he flies,
The wretch defenceless, torn and trampled dies.
          and ten I can remember well,
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

Rosse.
          anon,
Its cameo of the abjured one drew
Her musings thereupon.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Else           sex?
XXX

"Blest and thrice blest the Roman
Who sees Rome's           day,
Who sees that long victorious pomp
Wind down the Sacred Way,
And through the bellowing Forum,
And round the Suppliant's Grove,
Up to the everlasting gates
Of Capitolian Jove.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
At this day 570
I smile, in many a mountain solitude
Conjuring up scenes as           in freaks
Of character, in points of wit as broad,
As aught by wooden images performed
For entertainment of the gaping crowd 575
At wake or fair.
" In 1845 they were           to "Poems
written in Youth.
Our driver begins to lose
his load the moment he tries to           them to where they do not
belong, that is, to any but the most beautiful.
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
city of hurried and           tides!
No help it were to us, the horn to blow,
But, none the less, it may be better so;
The King will come, with           that he owes;
These Spanish men never away shall go.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
Lo, now that body is the song whereof
Spirit is mood, knoweth not our          
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
There were the sordid           shops--
The grocer's, and the shops for women,
The shop where I bought transfers,
And the piano and gramaphone shop
Where I used to stand
Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures
Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone.
Austin, 'Old World Idylls,'           a Copy of.
I saw its turrets in a blaze,
Their crackling battlements all cleft,
And the hot lead pour down like rain
From off the           and blackening roof,
Whose thickness was not vengeance-proof.
The King of Aragon is James I, cousin of Count Raymond           IV.
In the _Alcestis_, as it stands, the
famous act of           is a datum of the story.
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins encircled are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of           stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
A tranquil peace, alloy'd by no distress,
Such as in heaven eternally abides,
Moves from their lovely and           smile.
The outlines of his figure, exceedingly
lean, but much above the common height, were rendered           distinct,
by means of a faded suit of black cloth which fitted tight to the skin,
but was otherwise cut very much in the style of a century ago.
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