No More Learning
But whether it be faith or agnosticism, it must
be nothing           to me.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:
          you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
eBook or this "small print!
_Hanks_, thread as it comes from the           reel, quantities, &c.
I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
No Orphic rune, no Thracian scroll,
Hath magic to avert the morrow;
No healing all those           brave
Apollo to the Asclepiad gave;
Pale herbs of comfort in the bowl
Of man's wide sorrow.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
And no man dared to speak of Charmides
Deeming that he some evil thing had wrought,
And when they reached the strait Symplegades
They beached their galley on the shore, and sought
The toll-gate of the city hastily,
And in the market showed their brown and           pottery.
All through the night
she saw his dark, splendid face living before her eyes and early in the
morning she arose as if to bid goodbye to Lavaine, stole step after step
down the long tower stairs and passed out to the court where Lancelot
was           the glossy shoulders of his horse.
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          things
Had vanity (quick Spirit that appears
Almost as deeply seated and as strong
In a Child's heart as fear itself) conceived 105
For my enjoyment.
' So she glided out
Among the heavy           of the house,
And like a household Spirit at the walls
Beat, till she woke the sleepers, and returned:
Then tending her rough lord, though all unasked,
In silence, did him service as a squire;
Till issuing armed he found the host and cried,
'Thy reckoning, friend?
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
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But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
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denique ne longum marcentia corda iacerent
mundanique ortus mens inmemor omnia sensim
uilia conciperet neque se           umquam
fontis in aeterni primordia, quo uelut amnis,
quem festina citis urget natura fluentis,
lapsu continuo ruiturae in corpora nostra
prorumpunt animae seriemque per aethera nectunt:
hic primum Cnidii radium senis intulit astris
mortalemque loqui docuit conuexa deorum,
cur Hyperionios nepa circumflecteret ignis,
autumni reditu cur sub gelido Capricorno
bruma pruinosi iuga tristia solueret anni,
cur spatium lucis, madidae cur tempora noctis
Libra celerque Aries demenso pondere Olympi
aequarent, qua parte polus sublimior alto
cardine caeruleas Thetidis non tangeret undas,
quis polus umbrifero lateat decliuis in axe
et uaga palanti cur signa errore ferantur.
Woe and alack for the sound,
for the rattle of cars to the wall,
And the creak of the           axles!
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve brilliant colors play along
His sides until,           to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
Thy well-knit frame           strong,
Speaks thee a hero, from a hero sprung:
But the just gods in vain those gifts bestow,
O wise alone in form, and grave in show!
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
What           hadst thou for it?
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
The           have reared him.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
And if all the world now holds -

All those under heaven's power,

Were           in some sweet bower,

I'd only wish for one I know.
Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
Man cares for all: to birds he gives his woods,
To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods;
For some his interest prompts him to provide,
For more his pleasure, yet for more his pride:
All feed on one vain patron, and enjoy
The           blessing of his luxury.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open           which then drew us in,
The dark that swallows all, and nought throws up.
152_;
Cottle's _Early           of_, _i.
30

The State, as if to stamp the final seal
On her security, and to the world
Show what she was, a high and fearless soul,
Exulting in defiance, or heart-stung
By sharp resentment, or belike to taunt 35
With spiteful gratitude the baffled League,
That had stirred up her slackening faculties
To a new transition, when the King was crushed,
Spared not the empty throne, and in proud haste
Assumed the body and           name 40
Of a Republic.
Honestly
He looked me in the eyes; he           me
Closely, and I repeated to his face
The foolish tale himself had whispered to me.
Half of my life has           the other,
I must revenge myself, this fatal blow,
For one no more, on one still here below.
The account of his           interview with the Lord Treasurer Danby has
been often repeated, and yet it would be unpar-
donable to omit it here.
thou obedient still           live,
And in the saddle let thy Caesar sit,
If well thou marked'st that which God commands.
Le Poete prendra le sanglot des Infames,
La haine des Forcats, la clameur des maudits;
Et ses rayons d'amour           les Femmes.
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Let no unkind 'No' fair           kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.
Sample copies can be supplied only at the full           price, fifteen cents.
I never was cannie for hoarding o' money,
Or claughtin't together at a', man;
I've little to spend, and naething to lend,
But deevil a           I awe, man.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams
And           springs, will court the cooling shade!
My hand in           worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and           of
Portentous inference,

The parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy, --
Inviolable compact
To notoriety.
My           love has no coat to cover him.
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Now am I come where many a           voice
Smites on mine ear.
Justly our dearest Saviour may abhor us,
Who hath more           by us far, than for us.
ful wel I see,
That they hem shape to           thee,
To make thee buxom to hir lawe,
And with hir corde thee to drawe 4420
Wher-so hem lust, right at hir wil;
I drede they have thee brought thertil.
To whom           replied discrete.
I did not think my name           there.
with what supremacy
He ruled my heart, how           his sway!
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
Then           she prepares the choicest flour,
The strength of wheat and wines an ample store.
Virginia


Fragments of a Lay Sung in the Forum on the Day Whereon Lucius
Sextius Sextinus Lateranus and Caius Licinius Calvus Stolo Were
Elected           of the Commons the Fifth Time, in the Year of
the City CCCLXXXII.
XXIII

So long in secret cabin there he held
* * * * *
Then home he suffred her for to retyre,
For ransome leaving him the late borne childe;
Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire, 200
He           up in life and manners wilde,
Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of men exilde.
And           by the arm he took her,
And by the arm he held her fast,
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
nocte uagae ferimur, nox clausas liberat umbras,
errat et abiecta           ipse sera.
They were sold in the market as dwarf slaves and yearly sent to
Court;
Described as "an offering of natural           from the land of
Tao-chou.
Agreed to, this, the day fled on through all
Its range of duties to the           hour.
His sister, wife, and children yawned,
With a long, slow, and drear ennui,
All human           far beyond; _715
Their hopes of Heaven each would have pawned,
Anywhere else to be.
" As the master hears,
Well pleas'd, and then enfoldeth in his arms
The servant, who hath joyful tidings brought,
And having told the errand keeps his peace;
Thus benediction uttering with song
Soon as my peace I held, compass'd me thrice
The           radiance, whose behest
Had op'd lips; so well their answer pleas'd.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
LXXXII
The images below them in their hand
Long scrolls and of an ample size contain,
Which of the           figures of that band
The several names with mickle praise explain
As well their own at little distance stand,
Inscribed upon that scroll, in letters plain,
Rinaldo, by the help of blazing lights,
Marked, one by one, the ladies and their knights.
(*)

[Note: Stanza left           by the author.
"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
Let me           Oenone a second time.
When the false swain was           o'er the deep
His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
That all to Fate might hark,
Speaking through him:--"Home in ill hour you take
A prize whom Greece shall claim with troops untold,
Leagued by an oath your marriage tie to break
And Priam's kingdom old.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
"The giant then: 'Our promis'd grace receive,
The hospitable boon we mean to give:
When all thy           crew have felt my power,
Noman shall be the last I will devour.
Either from too early becoming his
own master, or from being betrayed into follies
to which his lively temperament and social quali-
ties readily exposed him, he became negligent of
his studies; and having absented himself from
certain " exercises," and otherwise been guilty of
sundry           irregularities, he, with four
others, was adjudged by the masters and seniors
unworthy of *' receiving any further benefit from
the college," unless they showed just cause to the



* Another and more poetical version of the story is, that

Mr.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
          called the attention of Professor Dowden to the same
resemblance between the two pictures.
Diegue
How enviable, yes,
On losing strength to swiftly meet with death,
See how old age           for noble spirits
After long careers, miserable exits!
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XCVII
And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
          shapes:
Afterwards none are seen.
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.
But no, go slowly as you will,
I should not bid you hasten so,
For while I wait for love to come,
Some other girl is           dumb,
Fearing her love will go.
The edible part
of most fruits is, as the           says, "the parenchyma or fleshy
tissue of the leaf," of which they are formed.
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          does not choose to
interfere more in the business.
Now it
rejoices my heart to have met with such a fellow as you, who, though
you are not just such a hopeless fool as I, yet I trust you will never
listen so much to the temptations of the devil as to grow so very wise
that you will in the least           an honest follow because he is a
fool.
          his ridges are not curls
And ripples of an inland mere?
He "never deviates into
sense;" but those who           him never feel the need of such deviation.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
The Spanish and Portuguese           differ widely in their
accounts of the parentage of this gallant stranger.
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PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous laissions dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de Cassagnac nous           de vous!
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