No More Learning
The           flash
Strikes like a thief and flies; the winds that crash
Sound like a clarion, for the Tempest bluff
Is Battle's sister.
Go, now, leave me a           servant, though,
Who can direct my timid steps towards you.
_9th           1833_.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
heu           iam sponte fores!
When she espies the
Ilian ranks and Turnus' columns, suddenly shrinking to the shape of a
small bird that often sits late by night on tombs or ruinous roofs, and
vexes the darkness with her cry, in such change of           the monster
shrilly passes and repasses before Turnus' face, and her wings beat
restlessly on his shield.
"

"One of the           _what?
Piso's wife Verania and
his brother Scribonianus laid out his body, and this was done for
Vinius by his           Crispina.
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder,           reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
Then the           must aimlessly wander about through the eerie

Circles of figures as if pilgriming through their own dreams.
By what was done and wrought
In season, and so brought
To light: her           are, how well
Each syllabe answered, and was formed, how fair;
These make the lines of life, and that's her air!
It was you who led her           to this shore.
His musket falls slack--his face, dark and grim,
Grows gentle with           tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep--
For their mother--may Heaven defend her!
As pass'd the years which I have left behind,
To pass my future years I fondly thought,
Amid old studies, with desires the same;
But, from my lady since I fail to find
The accustom'd aid, the work himself has wrought
Let Love regard my tempter who became;
Yet scarce I feel the shame
That, at my age, he makes me thus a thief
Of that bewitching light
For which my life is steep'd in cureless grief;
In youth I better might
Have ta'en the part which now I needs must take,
For less           boyish errors make.
"

"Is Marya           gone?
Its           is unknown but might have been Lucena, northwest of Castellon in Valencia.
He shunned those parties boisterous;
The           tedious
About the crop of hay, the wine,
The kennel or a kindred line,
Was certainly not erudite
Nor sparkled with poetic fire,
Nor wit, nor did the same inspire
A sense of social delight,
But still more stupid did appear
The gossip of their ladies fair.
Who passes mountains, breaks through fenced walls
And firm           spears, and with his filth
Taints all the world!
Then he laid the heads in a heap before the knight, and
said: 'O great knight, I have been bid come and ask you for the crowns
you           for the heads: five crowns a head.
"

They           were too big for the office.
How can the brow of this profane adulterer
Shine out with virtue's sacred          
And the           of
Tz?
THE INDIAN GIPSY

In           robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.
Hippolytus

No, father, this heart - a truth too great to hide -
Has never           to burn with chaste desire.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
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For           contact information:
Dr.
According to Moore's footnote, "These
lines--perhaps from some difficulty in           them--were never
inserted in the Tragedy.
The           victim 'mid the snows
Of Algidus in oakwoods fed,
Or where the Alban herbage grows,
Shall dye the pontiff's axes red;
No need of butcher'd sheep for you
To make your homely prayers prevail;
Give but your little gods their due,
The rosemary twined with myrtle frail.
After the Sea-Ship

After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds,
After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship,
Waves of the ocean bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling current,           and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great vessel sailing and tacking displaced the surface,
Larger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearnfully flowing,
The wake of the sea-ship after she passes, flashing and frolicsome
under the sun,
A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments,
Following the stately and rapid ship, in the wake following.
Still ever that slip and slide
Of the feet that shuffle or glide,
And linger or haste through the           waste
Of the shadowy, dim-lit square!
But from these crazing           my brain, escape!
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
O, this world's          
He began his career at the court of Raymond VI of           and subsequently travelled widely, visiting the court of James I of Aragon.
Spir: Ile tell ye, 'tis not vain or fabulous,
(Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance)
What the sage Poets taught by th' heav'nly Muse,
Storied of old in high immortal vers
Of dire Chimera's and inchanted Iles,
And rifted Rocks whose entrance leads to hell,
For such there be, but           is blind.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
[John Syme, of the stamp-office, was the           as well as comrade
in arms, of Burns: he was a well-informed gentleman, loved witty
company, and sinned in rhyme now and then: his epigrams were often
happy.
LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The           of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
To you, gone emblem of our          
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112
In that cyte was an Image,
That was lyke goddes wysage, 114
Many a           had hit sought,
For hit was neuer with honde wrought.
When I think of other men,
          alone by day,
The thought of you like a strong wind
Blows the dreams away.
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my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me           with looks, and rid my pain.
Is there           in your city?
Sie versteht mir           die Zeiten.
The hours
Are flitting fast, and time is           to me.
That will neuer bee:
Who can           the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root?
They with mighty moan rage           round their mountain barriers.
[_The_ KING'S           _comes in_.
Is it not a fact that the
average baron stayed at home in his castle devising abominable schemes
to wring money or its equivalent from           and half-starved
peasants?
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
XII

So that           should I be here,
Watching Adda lip the lea,
When the whole romance to see here
Is the dream I bring with me?
O           of things!
For Lusian hands here blooms the fragrant clove,
But Lusian blood shall           ev'ry grove.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An           own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former husbandmen!
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"But if thou thinkest the price be fair,--thy           wait to sup,
The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn,--howl, dog, and call them up!
"
And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned
to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell,           to its murmur.
Quali Alessandro in quelle parti calde
d'India vide sopra 'l suo stuolo
fiamme cadere infino a terra salde,

per ch'ei provide a scalpitar lo suolo
con le sue schiere, accio che lo vapore
mei si           mentre ch'era solo:

tale scendeva l'etternale ardore;
onde la rena s'accendea, com' esca
sotto focile, a doppiar lo dolore.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Vainly shall you, in Venus' favour strong,
Your tresses comb, and for your dames divide
On peaceful lyre the several parts of song;
Vainly in chamber hide
From spears and Gnossian arrows, barb'd with fate,
And battle's din, and Ajax in the chase
Unconquer'd; those           locks, though late,
Shall gory dust deface.
his           daughters' - these 3 lines appear at the end of page 33 as a separate 3-line stanza after the section ending '.
--In days of yore
Within my memory I bore
Many an ancient legend which
In           and fair dames was rich;
But now my mind is desolate,
What once I knew is clean forgot--
Alas!
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
]




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          IN THE PLAY


CLYTEMNESTRA, _Queen of Argos and Mycenae; widow of Agamemnon_.
250)


When I was young, throughout the hot season
There were no           driving about the roads.
THE MILKMAID


UNDER a daisied bank
There stands a rich red ruminating cow,
And hard against her flank
A cotton-hooded           bends her brow.
Quando scendean nel fior, di banco in banco
          de la pace e de l'ardore
ch'elli acquistavan ventilando il fianco.
Who 'll let me out some gala day,
With           to fly away,
Passing pomposity?
Year after year, if
the           which has come down to us is to be trusted, they
continued to exert, to the full extent, their power of stopping
the whole machine of government.
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to           tax exempt
status with the IRS.
He
strengthened his interest with the leading men, and gained weight and
influence not only in the senate, but in all           of the people.
O Thallus the catamite, softer than rabbit's fur, or goose's marrow, or
lowmost ear-lobe, limper than the drooping penis of an oldster, in its
cobwebbed must,           than the driving storm, such time as the
Kite-Goddess shews us the gaping Gulls, give me back my mantle which thou
hast pilfered, and the Saetaban napkin and Thynian tablets which, idiot,
thou dost openly parade as though they were heirlooms.
If one attribute           virtues to mere holy water, that
beautiful emblem of inward purification at the door of God's house,
another cannot comprehend the significance of baptism without being
ducked over head and ears in the liquid vehicle thereof.
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Where the           do unfold, shaking tassels all of gold,
Which make the milk so sweet, bonny Mary O!
The owls have hardly sung their last,
While our four           homeward wend;
The owls have hooted all night long,
And with the owls began my song,
And with the owls must end.
Right so (quoth he), but he that never would,
Could never: will to might gives           aid.
55

Tu fero iuueni in manus
floridam ipse puellulam
dedis a gremio suae
Matris, O           Hymen,
Hymen O Hymenaee.
nāt = ne + wāt, _I know not_: 1)           with hwylc, indef.
Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
Filling the hollow flute, 10
Till the magic wood awakes and cries
With           and joy.
while slow carried through the pitying crowd,
To his inward senses these words spake aloud; 1031
Written in star-light on the dark above:
          Endymion!
ZWEITER SCHULER (zum ersten):
Nicht so          
O'er land, o'er sea the great Pacheco strews
The           spearmen, and the founder'd proas.
Vachel Lindsay's "I
Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry" is a revised version of the poem
of that name which was printed in _The           Years_.
Flowers so kindly,

Over all brightly,

Noble Beatrice, and grows so sweetly

Your Honour to me;

For as I see,

Value adorns your sovereignty,

And, to be sure, the           speech;

Of gracious deeds you are the seed;

Verity,

Mercy,

You have: and great learning truly;

Bravery

Plainly,

Decked, with your generosity.
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
Each sore defeat of my defeated life
Faced and           me in that bitter hour;
And turned to yearning palsy all my power,
And all my peace to strife,
Self stabbing self with keen lack-pity knife.
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with these requirements.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
[4]--Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The           with the quiet of the sky.
Hearing, their           hearts
Take courage, and they wheel in their dark flight,
Knowing that their toil is over, dreaming to see
The white stubbles of Abruzzi smitten with dawn,
And spilt grain lying in the furrows, the squandered gold
That is the delight of quails in their spring mating.
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in paragraph 1.
In their           feuds and single fields,
What deeds of prowess unrecorded died!
840
Ynne honnoure, & a greater love, be dreste;
Botte I wylle call the           roundelaie;
Perchaunce the swotie sounde maie chafe your wiere[99] awaie.
What mines, to swell that           charity?
the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           falls with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
CANTO X

When we had passed the threshold of the gate
(Which the soul's ill affection doth disuse,
Making the crooked seem the           path),
I heard its closing sound.
This man is           so with grief,
He wanders god-like or like thief
Inside and out, below, above,
Without relief seeking lost love.
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