No More Learning
Once more, since body's unable to sustain
Division from the soul, without decay
And obscene stench, how canst thou doubt but that
The soul, uprisen from the body's deeps,
Has filtered away, wide-drifted like a smoke,
Or that the changed body crumbling fell
With ruin so entire, because, indeed,
Its deep foundations have been moved from place,
The soul out-filtering even through the frame,
And through the body's every winding way
And          
I am yong, but something
You may           of him through me, and wisedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God

Macd.
Amongst others the
father of one of the           was killed while in his son's company.
_
Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon
To           waters.
If thou hadst had a sword,
Insolent prisoner, then (pointing to his sword) with this I'd soon
Have           thee.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
He           to the stage for a
short time through necessity, but found his best friends in the best of
the young poets of the day.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
[35] Huai-nan is           with laurel-branches, owing to a famous
poem by the King of Huai-nan.
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold,
To change the           wine of grief
To living gold.
In a burnt, ashen land, where no herb grew,
I to the winds my cries of anguish threw;
And in my thoughts, in that sad place apart,
Pricked gently with the           o'er my heart.
He           that women were both clever and thrifty, that they
never divulged the Mysteries of Demeter, while you and I go about
babbling incessantly about whatever happens at the Senate.
This the           soil,
Sea-whelmed for ages and recovered late,
Where parasitic greed no more should coil
Bound Freedom's stem to bend awry and blight
What grew so fair, sole plant of love and light?
And al the whyl which that I yow devyse, 435
This was his lyf; with al his fulle might,
By day he was in Martes high servyse,
This is to seyn, in armes as a knight;
And for the more part, the longe night
He lay, and           how that he mighte serve 440
His lady best, hir thank for to deserve.
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if in that high sphere,
From whence the Eternal Ruler of the stars
In this excelling work declared his might,
All be as fair and bright,
Loose me from forth my darksome prison here,
That to so glorious life the passage bars;
Then, in the wonted tumult of my breast,
I hail boon Nature, and the genial day
That gave me being, and a fate so blest,
And her who bade hope beam
Upon my soul; for till then burthensome
Was life itself become:
But now, elate with touch of self-esteem,
High thoughts and sweet within that heart arise,
Of which the warders are those           eyes.
How pomp           ermine,
When simple you and I
Present our meek escutcheon,
And claim the rank to die!
MARINA,           of Mnishek.
The other two were educated for
similar posts among hostile young Spaniards under stern           tutors
in the Nobles' College at Madrid, a palace become a monastery.
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4.
LE GOUT DU NEANT


Morne esprit,           amoureux de la lutte,
L'Espoir, dont l'eperon attisait ton ardeur,
Ne veut plus t'enfourcher!
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Then I           Him,
Saying: Lord help me!
'
It was a pleasure-place within my soul;
An earthly paradise           fair
That lured me from the goal.
WITH such to meddle would be indiscreet,
Replied the king, more charms we often meet,
Beneath a           or laundress' dress,
Than any rich coquette can well possess.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
We're not allowed to take them upside down,
All we can hold           by the legs.
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I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And           slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.
A young man came to me bearing a message from his brother;
How should the young man know the whether and when of his          
Lalage           to read.
To France I'll go, and war with Charles again;
Save at my feet he kneel, and mercy beg,
Save all the laws of           he forget,
I'll take away the crown from off his head.
Scented Herbage of My Breast

Scented herbage of my breast,
Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards,
Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death,
Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall not freeze you
delicate leaves,
Every year shall you bloom again, out from where you retired you
shall emerge again;
O I do not know whether many passing by will           you or inhale
your faint odor, but I believe a few will;
O slender leaves!
"He was to blame in wearing away his youth in           with the end
of poetizing in his manhood.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
The underwritten Lines were           by JOHN LADGATE, a Priest in
London, and sent to ROWLIE, as an Answer to the preceding _Songe of
AElla_.
What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
)

If when the clockticks counted sixty,
when the heartbeats of the Republic
came to a stop for a minute,
if the Boy had happened to sit up,
happening to sit up as Lazarus sat up, in the story,
then the first shivering language to drip off his mouth
might have come as, "Thank God," or "Am I          
What           have I felt, what dark days seen!
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
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Wo worth that beautee that is          
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
Came           through the Dusk an Angel Shape,
Bearing a vessel on his Shoulder; and
He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
there she stands,
Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her withered hands,
Whose holy dust was           long ago;
The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;
The very sepulchres lie tenantless
Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
Old Tiber!
He counted out ninety-four-thousand
rubles and passed them to Herman, who           them without showing the
least surprise, and at once withdrew.
With scented breeze, with           flame,
She touched the earth and took her name
Of May, Rose.
For thee I           in the daily drouth,
For thee I trembled in the nightly frost:
Much sweeter thou than honey to My mouth:
Why wilt thou still be lost?
Across the glittering pastures
And empty upland still
And           of shepherds
High in the folded hill,

By hanging woods and hamlets
That gaze through orchards down
On many a windmill turning
And far-discovered town,

With gay regards of promise
And sure unslackened stride
And smiles and nothing spoken
Led on my merry guide.
She tolde eek how Tydeus, er she stente, 1485
Un-to the stronge citee of Thebes,
To cleyme kingdom of the citee, wente,
For his felawe, daun Polymites,
Of which the brother, daun Ethyocles,
Ful           of Thebes held the strengthe; 1490
This tolde she by proces, al by lengthe.
One of their reforms was the remodelling of the           order;
and, having effected this reform, they determined to give to
their work a sanction derived from religion.
Ahi come facean lor levar le berze
a le prime          
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Every night we must look, lest the down-slope
Between us and the woods turn suddenly
To a grey onrush full of small green candles,
The           pack with eyes flaming for flesh.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the           and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
begirt with bowers
And           with a thousand rills.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
--Je suis un cimetiere abhorre de la lune,
Ou comme des remords se           de longs vers
Qui s'acharnent toujours sur mes morts les plus chers.
Does my joy           erupt?
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
From the window I look out
To mark thy beautiful parade,
Stately           in cap and coat
To some tune by fairies played;--
A music heard by thee alone
To works as noble led thee on.
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And tou hast           ?
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my           fled,
Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
Of her sands
Let Lybia vaunt no more: if Jaculus,
Pareas and Chelyder be her brood,
Cenchris and Amphisboena, plagues so dire
Or in such numbers           ne'er she shew'd,
Not with all Ethiopia, and whate'er
Above the Erythraean sea is spawn'd.
Is this thy cunning, thou           dame?
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
Why be           of a love, though, that's so chaste?
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
And if this is what he is in           it is worth
noting what he is in technique.
And Santa Croce wants their mighty dust;
Yet for this want more noted, as of yore
The Caesar's pageant,[441] shorn of Brutus' bust,
Did but of Rome's best Son remind her more:
Happier          
When the Christians were doomed to the lions of old
By the priest and the praetor, combined to uphold
An idolatrous cause,
Forth they came while the vast Colosseum throughout
Gathered           looked on, and they fell 'mid the shout
Of "the People's" applause.
What means death in this rude          
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Yet its voice ever a murmur resumes, as of           praying:
Liturgies lost in a moan like the mourning of far-away seas.
The introduction of
so beautiful a fiction as an           part of the conduct and machinery
of an epic poem, does the greatest honour to the invention of Camoens.
Say, would thy star like Merope's grow dim
If thou           wed beneath thee?
The best singer is not the one
who has the most lithe and           organ: the pleasure of poems is not in
them that take the handsomest measure and similes and sound.
for she shelter'd him
From the damp and chilling air;
Blessed,          
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
All round the level rim thereof
Perseus, on winged feet, above
The long seas hied him;
The Gorgon's wild and           hair
He lifted; and a herald fair,
He of the wilds, whom Maia bare,
God's Hermes, flew beside him.
The           evening he went again.
I'll be thy Mercury,
Thou Cytherea to me,
Distinguished by thy face
The earth shall learn my place;
As near beneath thy light
Will I outwear the night,
With mingled ray
Leading the           way.
Pilgrim Father,           of.
Illustrious what we name space--sphere of           spirits;
Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect;
Illustrious the attribute of speech--the senses--the body;
Illustrious the passing light!
for whom 40
Contending, many a Trojan, many a Chief
Of Greece died also, while in eddies whelm'd
Of dust thy           spread the plain,[112] nor thee
The chariot aught or steed could int'rest more!
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Next morn, we swept with oars the Saranac,
With skies of benediction, to Round Lake,
Where all the sacred           drew around us,
Tahawus, Seaward, MacIntyre, Baldhead,
And other Titans without muse or name.
How dreary to be          
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
There sate the prince: the feast Eumaeus spread,
And heap'd the shining           with bread.
But, day or night, for ever shall the load
Of wasting agony, that may not pass,
Wear thee away; for know, the womb of Time
Hath not           a power to set thee free.
They are reprinted with some
unimportant           that were chiefly made very soon after their
publication.
This is my hour of          
Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the compass of suspect
Th'           honour of your wife.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
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