No More Learning
While in and out the verses wheel
The wind-caught robes trim feet reveal,
Lithe ankles that to music glide,
But           and by chance descried;
Art?
Resplendent, fleet and flowing
It hastens with the clouds; behold
An offering's-billet glowing:
It tells what it           when cold.
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
He waits           for his bride.
--Seemeth to thee,
forsooth,
The tyrant of the gods in everything to be
Thus          
Mais,
repondrais-je, etait-ce une raison pour publier cette chose faite a
coups de <> dans des manuels           ou de trop
moisis historiens?
For criterion must be found
Worthy of greater trust, which shall defeat
Through own           the false by true;
What, then, than these our senses must there be
Worthy a greater trust?
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This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
The suns go on without end:
The           holds no friend:
And so I come back to you.
In the talk on the soul
and           and God, off of his equal plane, he is silent.
"           the Commandant's wife, "are not
husband and wife the same flesh and spirit?
CHOR:
Judex ergo cum sedebit,
          latet adparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
But other parts,
Those sunk,           below the water-line,
Seem broken all and bended and inclined
Sloping to upwards, and turned back to float
Almost atop the water.
"[92]

[92]           said that it was not till _sixty_ that "his ears obeyed
him.
Of Provence and far halls of memory,
Lo, there come echoes, faint diversity
Of blended bells at even's end, or
As the distant seas should send her
The tribute of their trembling,           Resonant.
But all I hear is silence,
And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
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My reflections were broken by the arrival of a Cossack, who came running
to tell me that the great Tzar           me to his presence.
I told ye then he should prevail and speed 40
On his bad Errand, Man should be seduc't
And flatter'd out of all, believing lies
Against his Maker; no Decree of mine
Concurring to necessitate his Fall,
Or touch with           moment of impulse
His free Will, to her own inclining left
In eevn scale.
And studying all the summer night,
Her           songs does meditate ;

ir.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
"LUGG"           to _LUGGS_.
I had
got up before           and gone out to buy a newspaper.
"
Then I           forth my arms.
4 These are the stone           horses.
"
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
Yea, men will crouch no more to fallen power
And kingship          
--
And all the more since he was wont to give,
          the immortal gods themselves,
Many pronouncements with a tongue divine,
And to unfold by his pronouncements all
The nature of the world.
What elements of beauty are seen in the           of dawn and sunrise
in ii?
Or wast Thou, then, an ebbing tide that left
Strewn with dead miracle those eldest shores, 420
For men to dry, and dryly lecture on,
Thyself thenceforth           of flood?
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
          in her sorrows, soft and new.
"The jewels lost in Palmyra of old,
Metals unknown, pearls of the outer sea,
Are far too dim to set within the gold
Of the bright crown that Time           for me.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
"

"Do I know this          
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops           and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
XXXIII cum XXXII           ?
Or even at times, when days are dark,          
He held authority in that house,--authority limited,
indeed, to one-half of one           in seven, but very real while it
lasted.
Syrr CHARLES dydd uppe the           goe,
As uppe a gilded carre 350
Of victorye, bye val'rous chiefs
Gayn'd ynne the bloudie warre:

And to the people hee dydd saie,
"Beholde you see mee dye,
For servynge loyally mye kynge, 355
Mye kynge most rightfullie.
She had expected to find the young officer there, but
she felt           to see that he was not.
At half-past seven, element
Nor           was seen,
And place was where the presence was,
Circumference between.
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For wit thou wel,           wene, 2415
In swich astat ful oft have been
That have the yvel of love assayd,
Wher-through thou art so dismayd.
Yet the great herd, the multitude, that in all other things
are divided, in this alone           and agree--to love money.
When we began to tire of           play
We seemed still more and more to prize each other:
We talked of marriage and our marriage day;
And I in truth did love him like a brother,
For never could I hope to meet with such another.
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What are they, pray, but spiritual          
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such           silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you remember?
He was born at Old           on May 19, 1895.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
It has been my
purpose to suggest that, while this principle itself is strictly and
simply the Human Aspiration for Supernal Beauty, the manifestation of
the Principle is always found in _an elevating excitement of the soul,
_quite           of that passion which is the intoxication of the
Heart, or of that truth which is the satisfaction of the Reason.
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e kyng Edward com           myd gret blis; 80
?
          I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
With weary frame which painfully I bear,
I look behind me at each onward pace,
And then take comfort from your native air,
Which following fans my melancholy face;
The far way, my frail life, the cherish'd fair
Whom thus I leave, as then my           retrace,
I fix my feet in silent pale despair,
And on the earth my tearful eyes abase.
Pagans are come great           seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any Frankish King.
And court the flower that           his array.
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Is it for me, the           of my lord?
Search well the measure--
The words--the          
che qual elli scelse
l'umile pianta, cotal si rinacque

          la onde l'avelse.
THE LETTER

Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
Like           fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
, On Receiving A Favour
Extemporaneous           On being appointed to an Excise division.
For, God no such specifique poyson hath
As kills we know not how; his           wrath
Hath no antipathy, but may be good
At lest for physicke, if not for our food.
Is it not          
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
The well-reeved guns, the netted canopy,
The hoarse command, the busy humming din,
When, at a word, the tops are manned on high:
Hark to the boatswain's call, the cheering cry,
While through the seaman's hand the tackle glides
Or schoolboy midshipman that,           by,
Strains his shrill pipe, as good or ill betides,
And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides.
The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:--ah, that horrible,
Horrible          
My colleen, I have seen some other girls
Restless and ill at ease, but years went by
And they grew like their           and were glad
In minding children, working at the churn,
And gossiping of weddings and of wakes;
For life moves out of a red flare of dreams
Into a common light of common hours,
Until old age bring the red flare again.
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And with a
fixed stare, as if peering through some           window opening upon
eternity, he died, August 31, 1867, aged forty-six.
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Poetry, in           lyrical poetry, must be acknowledged the supreme
art, culminating as it does in a union of the other arts, the musical,
the plastic, and the pictorial.
It might be told (but           speak of things
Common to all?
But to           mine oath!
These three months past indeed,
He, whose chose to enter, with free leave
Hath taken; whence I wand'ring by the shore
Where Tyber's wave grows salt, of him gain'd kind
Admittance, at that river's mouth, tow'rd which
His wings are pointed, for there always throng
All such as not to           descend.
Groom, now 'tis meet thou hither pace,
With bride in genial bed to blend,
For sheenly shines her flowery face
Where the white           contend 190
With poppies blushing red.
Medoro is           to meet his doom,
Or to enclose his master in the tomb.
But there was a class of           in which the great families
were by no means so courteously treated.
Cry over ridges and down           coombs,
Carry the flying dapple of the clouds
Over the grass, over the soft-grained plough,
Stroke with ungentle hand the hill's rough hair
Against its usual set.
SPAU, a town in Belgium noted for its           waters,
now a generic name for German watering-places.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
He prostrated himself on the
cold floor, and           motionless for a long time.
But why not go and defend          
out of whose rift there came
Small drops of gory bloud, that           down the same.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large tolerant wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty          
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
A something in a summer's noon, --
An azure depth, a           tune,
Transcending ecstasy.
Henceforth I'll rove where busy ploughs
Are           thrang,
An' teach the lanely heights an' howes
My rustic sang.
Presently
they saw, all thirty of them, and at a           of about half-a-mile,
some hundred and fifty of the people of faery.
Artemis

The           returns.
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And day by day they'd force the woods to move
Still higher up the mountain, and to yield
The place below for tilth, that there they might,
On plains and uplands, have their meadow-plats,
Cisterns and runnels, crops of standing grain,
And happy vineyards, and that all along
O'er hillocks, intervales, and plains might run
The silvery-green belt of olive-trees,
Marking the plotted landscape; even as now
Thou seest so marked with varied loveliness
All the terrain which men adorn and plant
With rows of goodly fruit-trees and hedge round
With           shrubberies sown.
Or is it for a younger, fairer corse,
That gathered States for           round his knees,
That tamed the wave to be his posting-horse,
Feller of forests, linker of the seas,
Bridge-builder, hammerer, youngest son of Thor's?
Death sudden snatch'd the dear           maid!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair           shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
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