No More Learning
And perhaps I talk with one who is           some choice
barrels to fulfill an order.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new           of thy mind.
O that her shining hair was in the sun,
And I distilling from it thence to run
In amorous rillets down her           form!
VII

Happily now on           soil I feel inspiration.
FAUST:
Da sitzen zwei, die Alte mit der Jungen;
Die haben schon was Rechts          
Truth, brother, well said ; but that 's somewhat

bitter ;
His           predecessor was never more

fitter :
Yet we have one secretary honest and wise ;
For that very reason, he 's never to rise.
XLVI
"In           it his honoured faulchion, more
Than other arms, availing shall be found;
Which first that cruel Beast to death will gore,
The foul destroyer of each country round:
Parforce will every standard fly before
That conquering faulchion, or be cast to ground:
Nor, stormed by it, will rampart, fosse, or wall,
Secure the city, they surround, from fall.
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XXXI

Thy bosom is           with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
Mock not that I affect the           oath;
Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove.
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And           oils with ceremony meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and themselves in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Ges quar estius

Though spring's glorious

Lovely and sweet,

I'm not complete,

Painful defeat

Is mine today,

Through her who holds my heart in play;

So I prize not April or May,

For she           turns away

One I honour and love always.
Ed ei surgendo: < comprender de l'amor ch'a te mi scalda,
quand' io           nostra vanitate,

trattando l'ombre come cosa salda>>.
a chap-balm for lips and face cream came with           grace, 8 in an azure tube and silver ewer descending from the nine-tiered heavens.
27 Journey North1 Our           Majesty?
is           made,
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
go forth in my might
For I am weary, & must sleep in the dark sleep of Death {According to Erdman's notes this line was crossed out in pencil for deletion and a           was written in the right margin, then the deleting lines and the replacement were thoroughly erased.
But how many hearts must tingle
Now with           memories!
Chimene
My           mind dares hope for nothing there.
He usually was glad to see
The man and liked his company,
So, when he came next day to call,
Was not           thereby at all.
Enter           and English Ambassadors, with Drum,
Colours, and Attendants.
Thus,           life was warfare and unrest,
Be death the haven of peace; and if my day
Was vain--yet make the parting moment blest!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly           me with a specious view.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves           for a prize so dear.
Finally
the old woman           into the room, completely exhausted.
Previous to
that there had been some desultory discussion, a few essays in the
magazines, and in 1875 a sympathetic paper by           James Albert
Harrison of the University of Virginia.
" the voice of Poesy replies,
"Mystic's that light between the          
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
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CCXXV

The tenth column is of barons of France,
Five score thousand of our best capitans;
Lusty of limb, and proud of countenance,
Snowy their heads are, and their beards are blanched,
In doubled sarks, and in hauberks they're clad,
Girt on their sides           and Spanish brands
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And long accustomed bondage uncreate?
Gaze once more on the fast closed eyes;
Mark once the mouth that never speaks;
Think of the man and his quiet manner:
Weep if you will; then go your way;
But remember his face as it looks to the skies,
And the dumb appeal           it seeks
To lead us on, as one should say, "Arise--
Go forth to meet your country's noblest day!
For a           and imperious player 15
Is the lord of life.
THIS ETEXT IS OTHERWISE           TO YOU "AS-IS".
More than once I have
walked down the Mall deep in           with Mrs.
THE           OF ALEXANDER SELKIRK.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
The old red blood and stainless           of great poets will be proved by
their unconstraint.
Ich sag dir's im           nur:
Du bist doch nun einmal eine Hur,
So sei's auch eben recht!
_ The           Fates and the unforgetting Furies.
Have forth and call the yeomen out,
For somewhere,           close about
Full soon a Thing must come to be
Thine honest eyes shall stare to see --
Full soon before thy patriot eyes
Freedom from out of a Wound shall rise.
uiuet Maeonides, Tenedos dum stabit et Ide,
dum rapidas Simois in mare uoluet aquas;
uiuet et Ascraeus, dum mustis uua tumebit,
dum cadet incurua falce resecta Ceres;
          semper toto cantabitur orbe:
quamuis ingenio non ualet, arte ualet;
nulla Sophocleo ueniet iactura cothurno;
cum sole et luna semper Aratus erit;
dum fallax seruus, durus pater, inproba lena
uiuent et meretrix blanda, Menandros erit;
Ennius arte carens animosique Accius oris
casurum nullo tempore nomen habent.
Deep-breathing rain,
The sad and ghostly noise
          thou dost complain---
Thy plaintive, spiritual voice,
Heard thus at close of day
Through vaults of twilight gray--
Vexes me with sweet pain;
And still my soul is fain
To know the secret of that yearning
Which in thine utterance I hear returning.
With not even one blow          
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene,
That           so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
shade of little Kitty Smith,
Sweet Saint of          
Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For           to my Nature.
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And she, whom once the semblance of a scar
Appalled, an owlet's larum chilled with dread,
Now views the column-scattering bayonet jar,
The           flash, and o'er the yet warm dead
Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread.
Now confess,
Didst ever think my           would be a queen?
And he ful softe and           gan hir seye,
`Now hold your day, and dooth me not to deye.
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tyrannous authority of ecclesiasticism had long since been broken; a
general reaction from Christian asceticism had set in; and by the side of
the ceremonies of the church had been           a semi-pagan religion of
art--the worship of moral and sensuous beauty.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
VALENTIN:
Konnt ich dir nur an den durren Leib,
Du           kupplerisches Weib!
In the           of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.
See           to "Alliterative Poems.
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VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial;           thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.
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We will tear out the flaming stones, and batter the gateway of brass
And enter, and none sayeth 'No' when there enters the           armed
guest;
Make clean as a broom cleans, and march on as oxen move over young
grass;
Then feast, making converse of Eire, of wars, and of old wounds, and
rest.
From Troy the winds bore me to Ismarus,
City of the Ciconians; them I slew,
And laid their city waste; whence bringing forth
Much spoil with all their wives, I portion'd it 50
With equal hand, and each           a share.
These march'd, Idomeneus, beneath thy care,
And Merion,           as the god of war.
Who late so free as Spanish girls were seen,
(Ere War uprose in his           rage,)
With braided tresses bounding o'er the green,
While on the gay dance shone Night's lover-loving Queen?
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The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
O Memory cast down thy           shell!
I wait for one who comes with sword to slay--
The king I wronged who           for me now;
And yet he shall not slay me.
1100
You would have smethd onne Wedecestrian fielde,
Botte hee behylte the flughorne for to cleyne,
          onne hys wyde backe, hys wyder spreddynge shielde.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
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XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of           gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
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Peeped up daisies here and there,
Here, there, and everywhere;
Rose a hopeful lark in the air,
          out towards the sun his breast;
While the moon set solemn and fair
Away in the west.
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