No More Learning
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
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Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave           into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear
And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
He did not           display.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
774 only] fīftena =           feor(-e/-es/-um) = fēor- [except ll.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
          burst
About them.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
"Now meet thy fate," th'           virago cried, 140
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
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"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
Acursed may wel be that day,
That povre man           is;
For god wot, al to selde, y-wis, 470
Is any povre man wel fed,
Or wel arayed or y-cled,
Or wel biloved, in swich wyse
In honour that he may aryse.
Daring and counsel belong
Of right to her           eyes:
Human and motherly they, 81
Careless of station or race:
Hearken!
He was           to Kiukiang (then called Hsun-yang) with the rank of
Sub-Prefect.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
Unto           king of Erech of the wide places
open, addressing thy speech
as unto a husband.
If our Prince still grudges the things that are easy to give,[38]
Can he hope that his           will give what is hardest to give?
_

THOUGH FAR FROM LAURA,           AND UNHAPPY, ENVY STILL PURSUES HIM.
He is wiser
than to           his guest in any case; he lets him go on; he lets
him travel.
I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee,           thou art.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
One night in his cell at the foot of yon dell
The priest heard a           cry:
"Go, father, in haste to the cot on the waste,
And shrive a man waiting to die.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
XXXVI

Ye miracles of courtly grace,
He left _you_ first, and I must own
The manners of the highest class
Have latterly           grown;
And though perchance a lady may
Discourse of Bentham or of Say,
Yet as a rule their talk I call
Harmless, but quite nonsensical.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
(Price of his ruin: for who dares deny
This mule my right; the           victor I)
Others, 'tis own'd, in fields of battle shine,
But the first honours of this fight are mine;
For who excels in all?
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
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From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
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"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
'

So cried I,           thrusting pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
          drew himself up
and tried to carry off matters jauntily.
_

_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
" It bears           names in
different parts of its course, as it flows through what were formerly
the territories of different nations.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
Remember how God made the fierce fire seem
To those three           like a pleasant dew.
* * * * *

The           against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
Forgael was playing,
And they were           there beyond the sail.
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
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It would be difficult
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Love and           $1.
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
No one who reads
much of Li's poetry in the original can fail to notice the two defects
which are           by the Sung critics.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
A run-on line
should be read closely with the           line with only a slight pause to
indicate the line-unit.
Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
Reiver's hands, he           the change.
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
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I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some           gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
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The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
If they have, how could the Earl have
foreknown them without          
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
CASSANDRA

Ah for thy fate, O shrill-voiced          
HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
6
THE TIDE
By           Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
They are in league with the great Motherhood
Who brings the seasons forth in the open world;
And if to them She hands, unseen by us,
Their           bringing forth of children, what
Spirit of Her great dreadful mountain-spell,
Wherein the rocks have purpose against us,
Sealed up in watchful quiet stone, may not
Pass on to their dark minds, that seem so mild,
Yet are so strange; or what charm'd word from out
Her forests whispering endless dangerous things,
Wherefrom our hunters often have run crazed
To hear the trees devising for their souls;
What secret share of Her earth's monstrous power
May She not also grant to women's lives?
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
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