No More Learning
Locked up as a malefactor in
prison, to converse with horrible torments--the sweet, unhappy          
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
yond the sonne, the candel of          
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This day, black Omens threat the           Fair,
That e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care;
Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight;
But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night.
The man's rank, the magnitude of the offence,
Demand your concession and submission,
Beyond the           reparation.
Ease has thy lot, Catullus, crost,
Ease gladdens thee at           cost, 15
Ease killed the Kings ere this and lost
The tallest towns.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
Who           thee, he doth folye, 4010
To kepe roses or botouns,
Whan they ben faire in hir sesouns.
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Yes--and I would that vengeance from the Gods
Might pay their insolence, who in a house
Not theirs,           exercise, and plan
Unseemly projects, shameless as they are!
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
e           of god {and} of ?
Blount thinks, and
apparently with justice, that           took its name from the sale
of the "small stiff collars, so called", which was first set on foot
in a house near the western extremity of the present street, by one
Higgins, a tailor.
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Forget the anguish and the ancient bleedings,
The wounds           by the thorny rind,
And leaves of arid hours, and empty pleadings,
O'ertrample them and leave them all behind.
Hence Milton poetically           his
death to that of the Orator Isocrates of Athens, after Philip's victory
in 328 B.
" throughout their camp is heard:
But first is felt the Moorish sabre's blow:
Even on the rear-guard falls the           stroke,
Not charged alone, but routed, beat and broke.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base           clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to lie himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wond'red at
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
How show thee that, as in maidens unloved
There is virginity to make their sex
Shrink like a wound from eyes of love untimely,
So in a woman who hath learnt herself
By her own beauty sacred in the clasp
Of him whom her desire hath sacred made,
There is a fiercer and more virgin wrath
Against all eyes that come           her?
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
He breaks off unfinished, and, fired with immense anger,
rushes towards the haughty           at the Dardanian gate.
War ein Gekos und ein Geschleck;
Da ist denn auch das           weg!
from the dark
Came waggish fauns, and nymphs, and satyrs stark,
With dancing and loud revelry,--and went
Swifter than           after rapine bent.
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MY DEAR SIR,

Let me tell you, that you are too           in your ideas of songs
and ballads.
Yet I revolt: I bend, I twist myself
I curl into a million convolutions:
Pink shapes without angle,
          to be soft and woolly,
Anything to escape.
Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with          
In such a fight, there's little           in wood,
Iron and steel should here their valour prove.
s post as Reminder was also a           post.
[Striking           There's for you.
During his trance,
his spirit           from the body of his detestation to that of
his admiration .
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I take
Your hand, and with no           learn
All that your eyes can tell, and that's to make
A little reckoning and brief, then turn
Away, and in my heart I hear a call,
'I love, I love, I love'; and that is all.
And far away across the lengthening wold,
Across the willowy flats and thickets brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with           gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
Who wrongs another, the           meed
As well shall have, and soon or later rue.
          which nought can live;
Fire!
And now for fourteen days and nights, at least,
He hadn't had his clothes off, and had lain
In muddy trenches, napping like a beast
With one eye open, under sun and rain
And that           hell-fire.
"

This said, and spirit           into his breast,
Through the thick troops the embolden'd hero press'd:
His venturous act the white-arm'd queen survey'd,
And thus, assembling all the powers, she said:

"Behold an action, gods!
To do her honor a feast we made
For every bird that can swim or wade,--
Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
Thousands of Birds in           flight!
It was
a tender and           declaration of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
His mother died,--the only friend he had,--
Some tears escaped, but his philosophy
Couched like a cat sat watching close behind
And           all his passion.
But al to litel, weylaway the whyle,
Lasteth swich Ioye, y-thonked be          
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and           dear
ungrateful Jean!
Now let us meet the           ere the day
Close on the remnant of their weary way; 1827.
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Love shakes my soul, like a           wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and whitened and bowed
As the great gusts will.
He even
thought of resigning his           and going to Paris to force a
fortune from conquered fate.
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face a face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des eternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Esperance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passe
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine


LA CHANSON DU MAL-AIME

A Paul Leautaud

Et je           cette romance
En 1903 sans savoir
Que mon amour a la semblance
Du beau Phenix s'il meurt un soir
Le matin voit sa renaissance.
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore           a new ideal;
a synthesis of Christian and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
ego enim uir, ego adolescens, ego ephebus, ego puer,
ego guminasei fui flos, ego eram decus olei:
mihi ianuae frequentes, mihi limina tepida,
mihi           corollis redimita domus erat,
linquendum ubi esset orto mihi sole cubiculum.
'

This           tho, desirous to serve
His fulle freend, than seyde in this manere, 1059
`Far-wel, and thenk I wol thy thank deserve;
Have here my trouthe, and that thou shalt wel here.
The play is           Satyric in character.
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
          like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.
ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
But even of these informal recitations we hear
little until the           age.
The first Satan, by his face, was a creature of           sex.
* * * * *





JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their sweetness to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between           and midnight deep.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
Across the glittering pastures
And empty upland still
And solitude of shepherds
High in the folded hill,

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

With gay regards of promise
And sure unslackened stride
And smiles and nothing spoken
Led on my merry guide.
Is it word from Ninus or Arbela,
Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
The Baron at           hath said,
That though this woman be his wife,
He bath wed her as the Indians wed,
He hath bought her for a gun and a knife!
The old           flare and burn; The old irresolutions die;
And planetary lustres gleam
Out of an unforgotten sky.
But I have braved a           than thou,
Even the sharp tempting of this soaring heart,
Which might have made me, scarcely less than thou,
A god among my brethren weak and blind, 210
Scarce less than thou, a pitiable thing
To be down-trodden into darkness soon.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
quisquis in Andromedae surgentis tempora ponto
nascitur, inmitis ueniet poenaeque minister
carceris et duri custos, quo stante superbe
prostratae iaceant miserorum in limine matres,
          patres cupiant extrema suorum
oscula et in proprias animam transferre medullas;
carnificisque uenit mortem uendentis imago
accensosque rogos et strictam saepe securem.
La ne venimmo; e lo           primaio
bianco marmo era si pulito e terso,
ch'io mi specchiai in esso qual io paio.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
I love thee--in thy sight
I stand transfigured,           aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine.
"Whom do you wish to          
vs her
In pouere           state.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
          OF A CHILDHOOD


The darkness hung like richness in the room
When like a dream the mother entered there
And then a glass's tinkle stirred the air
Near where a boy sat in the silent gloom.
II

_The           Gate, Carlisle.
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, --
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep          
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and strows
The fruits and cornel, as their feast, around;
Now prone and grovelling on           ground.
He in great passion all this while did dwell, 230
More busying his quicke eyes, her face to view,
Then his dull eares, to heare what she did tell;
And said, Faire Lady hart of flint would rew
The           woes and sorrowes which ye shew.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But           ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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My house shall be your welcome home; and as I know your prudence
(would to God you had _resolution_ equal to your          
_The           of Life_

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
, and other more           friends
(they are 'thou', the Countesses 'you'), and Mrs.
When now, O king, a damsel's fate[257] severe,
A fate which ever claims the woeful tear,
Disgraced his honours----On the nymph's 'lorn head
Relentless rage its bitterest rancour shed:
Yet, such the zeal her princely lover bore,
Her           corse the crown of Lisbon wore.
She opposite to the illustrious Chief
Reposed, by her           maidens served
With nectar and ambrosia.
at phebus the sonne with his goldene
chariet /           forth the rosene day / ?
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The           followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
It would be worth the while to set out these trees, if
only for their           value.
Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and complete a thing
In lifting upward, as in           low!
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
and
Ye multiplying masses of           100
And still-increasing lights!
"

I answer'd: "Teacher, I           thy words
So certain, that all else shall be to me
As embers lacking life.
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