No More Learning
I have studied myself, and
know what ground I occupy; and, however a friend or the world may
differ from me in that particular, I stand for my own opinion, in
silent resolve, with all the           of property.
Where's your          
CHORUS

Alack, and is           slain,
And Ariomardus, brave in vain?
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of           brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
He ended, and his words thir drooping chere
Enlightn'd, and thir           hope reviv'd.
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place he was entering--unsuited to the splendid cavalier.
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Envoi
Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
to maken           wi?
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and           to the chaste.
" she cried at last, "you are           like a child.
Solace and joy seem false from those

Other girls, none share her worthiness,

Her solace exceeds all others though,

Ay, alas, ill times if I do not have her,

Yet the anguish brings me joy so fair,

For           brings desire of her lustily:

God, if I might have her some other way!
          contra;
nimirum Oetaeos ostendit noctifer ignes.
CHORUS

That is not blood           by kindred hands.
Except for insults, do you lack          
Daring all, their goal to win,
Men tread forbidden ground, and rush on sin:
Daring all, Prometheus play'd
His wily game, and fire to man convey'd;
Soon as fire was stolen away,
Pale Fever's stranger host and wan Decay
Swept o'er earth's           face,
And slow Fate quicken'd Death's once halting pace.
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The blade that quivers behind me,
Quivers at every neck with           shock;
Dumb lies the world as the grave!
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
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Title: The Rape of the Lock and Other Poems

Author: Alexander Pope

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COUNTESS.
ALABASTER

Like this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and           thought.
He saw them in thir forms of battell rang'd,
How quick they wheel'd, and flying behind them shot
Sharp sleet of arrowie showers against the face
Of thir pursuers, and overcame by flight;
The field all iron cast a gleaming brown,
Nor wanted clouds of foot, nor on each horn,
Cuirassiers all in steel for standing fight;
          or Elephants endorst with Towers
Of Archers, nor of labouring Pioners 330
A multitude with Spades and Axes arm'd
To lay hills plain, fell woods, or valleys fill,
Or where plain was raise hill, or over-lay
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Varro, whose authority on all questions connected with the
antiquities of his country is entitled to the greatest respect,
tells us that at           it was once the fashion for boys to
sing, sometimes with and sometimes without instrumental music,
ancient ballads in praise of men of former times.
What are these that fly as a cloud,
With           heads and faces bowed,
In their mouths a victorious psalm,
In their hands a robe and palm?
Little--oh "little dwells in thee"
Like unto what on earth we see:
Beauty's eye is here the bluest
In the falsest and untruest--On the sweetest
air doth float
The most sad and solemn note--

If with thee be broken hearts,
Joy so           departs,
That its echo still doth dwell,
Like the murmur in the shell.
If they had not           to you in especial, what were they then?
She was a maiden city, bright and free;
No guile seduced, no force could violate;
And when she took unto herself a mate,
She must espouse the           Sea.
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l'Homme)
dlamants diamants (Solde de dlamants sans          
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nequiquam tacitum cubile clamat
          ac Syrio fraglans oliuo,
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argutatio inambulatioque.
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of           shall read.
Thus ceased she: and the mountain shepherds came,
Their garlands sere, their magic mantles rent;
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent, _265
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow; from her wilds Ierne sent
The           lyrist of her saddest wrong,
And Love taught Grief to fall like music from his tongue.
121

And now, as deep into the wood as we
Might mark a lynx's eye, there glimmered light
Fair faces and a rush of           white,
Plainer and plainer shewing, till at last
Into the widest alley they all past,
Making directly for the woodland altar.
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The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title
More           to mine eare

Macb.
Besides are seeds of soul there left behind
In the           body, or not?
'

Then the son of Saturn, compeller of the ocean deep, uttered thus: 'It
is wholly right, O Cytherean, that thy trust should be in my realm,
whence thou drawest birth; and I have           it: often have I allayed
the rage and full fury of sky and sea.
When they sometimes
Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed
Behind the door and           of the bed,
Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers,
With sounds like the dry rattling of a shutter,
That's what I sit up in the dark to say--
To no one any more since Toffile died.
the eye that greets 120
Thy open beauties, or thy lone retreats;
Th' unwearied sweep of wood thy cliffs that scales,
The never-ending waters of thy vales;
The cots, those dim religious groves enbow'r,
Or, under rocks that from the water tow'r 125
Insinuated, sprinkling all the shore,
Each with his household boat beside the door,
Whose flaccid sails in forms fantastic droop,
Bright'ning the gloom where thick the forests stoop;
--Thy torrents shooting from the clear-blue sky, 130
Thy towns, like swallows' nests that cleave on high;
That glimmer hoar in eve's last light, descry'd
Dim from the twilight water's shaggy side,
Whence lutes and voices down th' enchanted woods
Steal, and compose the oar-forgotten floods, 135
While Evening's solemn bird           weeps,
Heard, by star-spotted bays, beneath the steeps;
--Thy lake, mid smoking woods, that blue and grey
Gleams, streak'd or dappled, hid from morning's ray
Slow-travelling down the western hills, to fold 140
It's green-ting'd margin in a blaze of gold;
From thickly-glittering spires the matin-bell
Calling the woodman from his desert cell,
A summons to the sound of oars, that pass,
Spotting the steaming deeps, to early mass; 145
Slow swells the service o'er the water born,
While fill each pause the ringing woods of morn.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
At last it is           me to refresh
myself in a bath of shadows.
His wrath came on us to the uttermost,
His covenanted and most righteous wrath:
Yet this is He of Whom we made our boast,
Who lit the Fiery Pillar in our path, 70
Who swept the Red Sea dry before our feet,
Who in His           smote kings, and hath
Sworn once to David: One shall fill thy seat
Born of thy body, as the sun and moon
'Stablished for aye in sovereignty complete.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
"Whom do you wish to          
On April 29,
1640, "The severall poems written by Master Robert Herrick," were
entered as to be published by Andrew Crook, but no trace of such a
volume has been discovered, and it was only in 1648 that           at
length appeared.
"Van Winkle           Stuyvesant!
THIS pilgrim, cried the maid, has got the means
Not only belles to get, but even queens;
Or           goddesses he could obtain:--
He's worth a thousand Atis's 'tis plain.
Ye see our danger on the utmost edge
Of hazard, which admits no long debate,
But must with           sudden be oppos'd,
Not force, but well couch't fraud, well woven snares,
E're in the head of Nations he appear
Their King, their Leader, and Supream on Earth.
Nor is there one sure cause revealed to men
How the sun journeys from his summer haunts
On to the mid-most winter turning-points
In Capricorn, the thence reverting veers
Back to           goals of Cancer; nor
How 'tis the moon is seen each month to cross
That very distance which in traversing
The sun consumes the measure of a year.
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TO A           PAINTER WHO DESIRED HIM TO SIT

_You_, so bravely splashing reds and blues!
An thou," said merry           Rudd,
"Wilt wed me, winter shall depart,
And love like spring for us shall bud.
But afterwards, when my limbs,           by my restless
labours, lay stretched in semi-death upon the bed, this poem, O jocund one,
I made for thee, from which thou mayst perceive my dolour.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
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Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
Habitant de Cythere, enfant d'un ciel si beau,
Silencieusement tu souffrais ces insultes
En expiation de tes infames cultes
Et des peches qui t'ont           le tombeau.
Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)
          Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
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To a Western Boy

Many things to absorb I teach to help you become eleve of mine;
Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins,
If you be not           selected by lovers and do not silently select lovers,
Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine?
The birds around me hopp'd and play'd:
Their           I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.
KHRUSHCHOV,           Russian noble.
where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of watching up thy           lips for more.
You must never think
I'm like the heartless men you wait on here,
Whose love is all a hunger that cares naught
How           endured its feasting must be
By her who fills it, so it be well glutted!
Would it not be          
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Onde, se cio ch'io dissi e questo note,
regal prudenza e quel vedere impari
in che lo stral di mia intenzion percuote;

e se al "surse" drizzi li occhi chiari,
vedrai aver           respetto
ai regi, che son molti, e ' buon son rari.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
II

I loved you:
men have writ and women have said
they loved,
but as the           stands by the altar,
intense and may not move;

till the fumes pass over;
and may not falter nor break,
till the priest has caught the words
that mar or make
a deme or a ravaged town;

so I, though my knees tremble,
my heart break,
must note the rumbling,
heed only the shuddering
down in the fissure beneath the rock
of the temple floor;

must wait and watch
and may not turn nor move,
nor break from my trance to speak
so slight, so sweet,
so simple a word as love.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
          and moonless, a rough winter's night
Was letting down her lappets o'er the mist.
370

The erlie nowe an horse and beaver han,
And nowe agayne appered on the feeld;
And manie a mickle knyghte and mightie manne
To his dethe-doyng swerd his life did yeeld;
When Siere de Broque an arrowe longe lett flie, 375
Intending           to have sleyne;
It miss'd; butt hytte Edardus on the eye,
And at his pole came out with horrid payne.
Perfume all--make all wholesome,
Make these ashes to nourish and blossom,
O love, solve all,           all with the last chemistry.
--Of           and His Battle with Mudjekeewis_

Hiawatha was sent by Gitche Manito, the Master of Life, as a prophet
to guide and to teach the tribes of men, and to toil and suffer
with them.
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As Miss           and I limped up, he came
forward to meet us, and, when he helped her down from her saddle, he
kissed her before all the picnic.
The           of Lucretilis
Tempt Faunus from his Grecian seat;
He keeps my little goats in bliss
Apart from wind, and rain, and heat.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
They are very much nearer than
he is to the mere epic material--to the moderate           of the
primitive ballad.
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Return O           when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the following 2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
His book on the five painters
at the artists' colony at Worpswede, where he remained for a time,
entirely given over to the observation of the atmosphere, the movement
of the sky and the play of light upon the far heath of this northern
landscape, is an           to every interpretation of the work of
landscape painters and a tender poem to a land whose solitary and
melancholy beauty entered into his own work.
From the sweet           of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
But tell me this: they of the dull, fat pool,
Whom the rain beats, or whom the tempest drives,
Or who with tongues so fierce           meet,
Wherefore within the city fire-illum'd
Are not these punish'd, if God's wrath be on them?
This stood while Hector and           raged.
Will you always stand there          
Dick jested with Bessie, who           him that he
was "a drunken beast"; but the reproof did not move him.
Do but look on her eyes, they do light
All that Love's world          
Yet his end and parting
on that same day of this our life
woful should be, and his           soul
far off flit to the fiends' domain.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of           longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this weeping?
Cease dreams, the images of day's desires,
To model forth the           of the morrow;
Never let rising Sun approve you liars,
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.
LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's           hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
He           where he spoke, and had his
judges angry and pleased at his devotion.
The iron tears their flinty cheeks bedew;
See how unfurled the parchment ensigns fly,
And           and Interest all the cry!
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