No More Learning
The pewit, swopping up and down
And screaming round the passer bye,
Or running oer the herbage brown
With copple crown           high,
Loves in its clumps to make a home
Where danger seldom cares to come.
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When I've           control of my senses so!
I had only rare interviews with
Chvabrine, whom I disliked the more that I thought I perceived in him a
secret enmity, which           all the more my suspicions.
August Moonrise



The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed,
And over my head the swallows rushed
This way and that, with           wills.
Thou shalt tell me now
Why thou           the life given thee.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
'Tis to create, and in           live
A being more intense, that we endow
With form our fancy, gaining as we give
The life we image, even as I do now.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
While these marvels meet Dardanian Aeneas' eyes, while he dizzily hangs
rapt in one long gaze, Dido the queen entered the precinct, beautiful
exceedingly, a           train thronging round her.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is           at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more!
In addition to "elegies" in
the style of the Li Sao, he was the author of many "Fu" or descriptive
prose-poems,           but more or less metrical.
"

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And           the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.
Each sound is mute, each harsh           stilled.
Upon my life, my lord, I'll           it;
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
what had we done
To have such a          
AElla rose lyche the tree besette wyth brieres;
Hys talle speere sheenynge as the starres at nyghte, 745
Hys eyne           as a lowe of fyre;
Whanne he encheered everie manne to fyghte,
Hys gentle wordes dyd moove eche valourous knyghte;
Itte moovethe 'hem, as honterres lyoncelle;
In trebled armoure ys theyre courage dyghte; 750
Eche warrynge harte forr prayse & rennome swelles;
Lyche flowelie dynnynge of the croucheynge streme,
Syche dyd the mormrynge sounde of the whol armie seme.
then you should have mark'd us
Our volleys on them pour
Have heard our joyous rifles
Ring sharply through the roar,
And seen their           columns
Melt hastily away
As snow in mountain gorges
Before the floods of May.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
For this I say, nor shall the threat be vain;
If God vouchsafe to me to overcome
The haughty suitors, when I shall inflict 610
Death on the other women of my house,
          my nurse, thyself shalt also die.
The shopman and the pedlar rise
And to the Bourse the cabman plies;
The Okhtenka with pitcher speeds,(15)
Crunching the morning snow she treads;
Morning awakes with joyous sound;
The           open; to the skies
In column blue the smoke doth rise;
The German baker looks around
His shop, a night-cap on his head,
And pauses oft to serve out bread.
ou           to widewe; & to faderles childe.
[364]           softens at sight of the food.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Yonder, beneath the high rock, the pruner shall sing to the breezes,
Nor           shalt thy heart's delight, the hoarse wood-pigeons,
Nor the turtle-dove cease to mourn from aerial elm-trees.
Ils tressaillent souvent a la claire voix d'or
Du timbre matinal, qui frappe et frappe encor
Son refrain           en son globe de verre.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
THE FUTURE


After ten           centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
To deny
one's own           is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
But more than all I number yet
O           Flower!
Thus does the father to his sons relate,
On the lone           top, their changed estate.
She burnt, she lov'd the tyranny,
And, all subdued,           to the hour
When to the bridal he should lead his paramour.
The reading of Homer and Virgil
is           by Quintilian as the best way of informing youth and
confirming man.
With unawed hand a god he grasps,
He thrusts, to stiffen, in a narrow case,
Or cell, where struggling air-blasts           moan;
Walling them round with huge, damp, slimy stone;
And (leaving mem'ry of bloodshed as drink,
And thoughts of crime as food) he stops each chink.
inges is a manere           to ?
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the           dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
It 's far, far treasure to surmise,
And           the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
Verse embalmes vertue;'and Tombs, or Thrones of rimes,
Preserve fraile           fame, as much
As spice doth bodies from corrupt aires touch.
          along even to its destind end
Then falling down.
He replied to the Emperor "Your servant finds in the Six Canonical
Books
'In           products, one must offer what is there, and not what
isn't there'
On the waters and lands of Tao-chou, among all the things that live
I only find dwarfish _people_; no dwarfish _slaves_.
The thought hath           all my years.
ei           in dissches,
heo casten vpon his croun.
If
so, he cannot have pursued his studies of the           on so many
long-ago muster-fields and at so many cattle-shows as I.
This, this, my friend, I cannot, must not bear;
Vice thus abused, demands a nation's care;
This calls the Church to           our sin,
And hurls the thunder of the laws on gin.
Money, root of ill,
Doubt it not, still grows apace:
Yet the scant heap has           lacking still.
Oh, naught--I sew'd, I watch'd, I was afraid,
The waves were loud as           from the sky;
But it is over.
Be-south, to the           of.
||           C: _nam murram_ ?
For which he for Sibille his suster sente, 1450
That called was Cassandre eek al aboute;
And al his dreem he tolde hir er he stente,
And hir bisoughte           him the doute
Of the stronge boor, with tuskes stoute;
And fynally, with-inne a litel stounde, 1455
Cassandre him gan right thus his dreem expounde.
          soll man mehr als immer,
Und zahlen mehr als je vorher.
We learn from
Herrera that, when a           Inca died, men of skill were
appointed to celebrate him in verses, which all the people
learned by heart, and sang in public on days of festival.
Thy           will alike destroy
Thyself and us.
The gesture, the movement begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the stillness           in the first two volumes of poems.
It
is like the           Reign, which Virgil sings in the Eclogue "Pollio.
When neibors anger at a plea,
An' just as wud as wud can be,
How easy can the barley brie
Cement the          
          Spirit_.
Impatient           kicks at the load!
The
first of these was           in 1836.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
What for the sage, old          
War, a terrible war is           out between us and the gods!
Flee, I say, and set out without returning,
Rid all my lands of your           being.
War, sorrow,           gone--the rank earth purged--nothing but joy left!
I will effuse egotism, and show it underlying all--and I will be the bard
of personality;
And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the
other;
And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present--and can be
none in the future;
And I will show that, whatever happens to anybody, it may be turned to
beautiful results--and I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful
than death;
And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are
compact,
And that all the things of the           are perfect miracles, each as
profound as any.
We fell to gratify the
wishes of dark envy, and the views of           ambition!
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What in a thousand, thousand quests had ne'er
Befal'n Rinaldo, here befel the knight;
Who, when he sees the horrid form appear,
Coming to seek him and prepared for fight,
Feels in his inmost veins such freezing fear,
As haply never fell on other wight;
Yet wonted daring counterfeits and feigns,
And with a trembling hand the           strains.
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You filthy           fellow!
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
[Footnote 9: Whoever would, with success, try this spell,
must           observe these directions: Steal out, all
alone, to the kiln, and darkling, throw into the "pot" a
clue of blue yarn; wind it in a new clue off the old one;
and, toward the latter end, something will hold the thread:
demand, "Wha hauds?
e see {and} [the]
mareys           {and} ouergon {and} as myche space as ?
I have mie parte of drierie dole and peyne;
Itte brasteth from mee atte the holtred eyne;
Ynne tydes of teares mie           spryte wyll drayne,
Gyff drerie dole ys thyne, tys twa tymes myne.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
A           visit
from Raleigh, who was now a neighbor of the poet's, having also received a
part of the forfeited Desmond estate, led to the publication of the _Faerie
Queene_.
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Likewise, our shadow in the sun appears
To move along and follow our own steps
And imitate our carriage--if thou thinkest
Air that is thus bereft of light can walk,
          the gait and motion of mankind.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
          marching, all to die.
Upon the rigid form of morion's sheen
Winged lions and the Cerberus are seen,
And           winged and finned; things made to fright
The timid foe, alone by sense of sight.
'BUS-TOP

Black shapes bending,
          crush in the crowd.
Far along,
From peak to peak, the           crags among,
Leaps the live thunder!
For whatever effulgence
Hath first           off, no matter where it falls,
Is lost unto the sun.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose, infusing a false          
_           it is good?
Thence issuing oft,           as ye stalk,
Ye crush with broad black feet your flow'ry walk; 1793.
what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift           can seem but slow?
Why weep for him whom sweet           airs
Will waft next spring, Asteria, back to you,
Rich with Bithynia's wares,
A lover fond and true,
Your Gyges?
Or e'er the jealous queens of nations greet,
Doth Tayo           his mighty tide?
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you           shall come.
But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,
The           of Darknesse tell vs Truths,
Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.
and tho' the stars be dim,
Yet let us think upon the vernal showers
That gladden the green earth, and we shall find
A           in the dimness of the stars.
And cracking frieze and rotten metope
Express, as though they were an open tome
Top-lined with caustic monitory gnome;
"Dunces, Learn here to spell          
Our master made
That order, that the           must not know.
'All tourists know           County: there
The summer idlers take their yearly stare,
Dress to see Nature In a well-bred way,
As 'twere Italian opera, or play,
Encore the sunrise (if they're out of bed).
"- Wer war's, der sie ins           sturzte?
By perfect, we understand that
to which nothing is wanting, as place to the           that is raised, and
action to the fable that is formed.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
is the rhetorical elegance in           edicts 3 ?
          that devil-may-care, the bobolink,
Remembering duty, in mid-quaver stops
Just ere he sweeps o'er rapture's tremulous brink.
To let a creed, built in the heart of things,
Dissolve before a           atom!
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