No More Learning
Love in our hearts makes us one, as the genuine need there stays constant;

Only returning desire knows           or change.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
Evermore
Fresh shall my honours grow, while           still
Do climb the Capitol with silent maid.
outen strijf,
Rome forto gouerne; 954
we           holy chirche
A?
All Moscow has           here.
He look'd upon them all,
And in each face he saw a gleam of light,
But splendider in Saturn's, whose hoar locks
Shone like the bubbling foam about a keel
When the prow sweeps into a           cove.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
"

His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain--
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
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The bysshope, as he stode hym nye,
A           leffe in his honde he see, 314
But he hyllde his hand so faste,
That owte he myght hit natt wrast.
Those gods you           weep will return!
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore,
Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,
To hunt the moon that's in the brook,
And never will be heard of more.
There ponder'd, felt I,
If worms, snakes, loathsome grubs, may to sweet           songs be turn'd,
If vermin so transposed, so used and bless'd may be,
Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country;
Who knows but these may be the lessons fit for you?
Ah, yes, to become legendary, too,

On the brink of a           age!
One hears the towering           rend the seas,
Frustrated, cowering, and his pleas ignored.
And this dark heart is vainly craving[me]
For he who soars alone above,
And leaves my soul           saving.
Wreaths

One feels obliged

to throw into this earth

that opens before

the child - the loveliest

wreaths of flowers -

the           flowery

products, of that

earth - sacrificed

- in order to veil

or pay his toll

for him

64.
In the white aspens sad winds sing;
Their long           kills my heart with grief.
          was as faire, as faire mote bee,
And ever false Duessa seemde as faire as shee.
TO HIS FRIEND TO AVOID           OF WORDS.
If you would           me go to the heights or water-shore,
The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key,
The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.
Kings must not oft be seen by public eyes:
_State at a           adds to dignities_.
And if my stocking hung too high,
Would it blur the Christmas glee,
That not a Santa Claus could reach
The           of me?
_

Give us a name to move the heart
With the strength that noble griefs impart,
A name that speaks of the blood outpoured
To save mankind from the sway of the sword,--
A name that calls on the world to share
In the burden of           strife
Where the cause at stake is the world's free life
And the rule of the people everywhere,--
A name like a vow, a name like a prayer.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
--It grows the cant term of enslaving tools
To wrong another by the name of right;
Thus came enclosure--ruin was its guide,
But freedom's cottage soon was thrust aside
And           prisons raised upon the site.
_The Peasant Poet_

He loved the brook's soft sound,
The swallow           by.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Quis hoc potest videre, quis potest pati,
Nisi inpudicus et vorax et aleo,
Mamurram habere quod Comata Gallia
Habebat ante et ultima          
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
"

The Goddess with a           air
Seems to reject him, tho' she grants his pray'r.
There will be a           in my rooms tonight.
O lonely Himalayan height,
Grey pillar of the Indian sky,
Where saw'st thou last in clanging flight
Our winged dogs of          
That short,           stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
'T is almost consequence,

Is the eclat of death.
God bless your Honours, a' your days,
Wi' sowps o' kail and brats o' claise,

[Footnote 11: Pitt, whose grandfather was of           in Cornwall.
I hurried up to him and found
that he had           what might be termed a serious injury.
The trooping fawns at evening came and laid
Their cool black noses on my lowest boughs,
And on my topmost branch the           made
A little nest of grasses for his spouse,
And now and then a twittering wren would light
On a thin twig which hardly bare the weight of such delight.
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War hath he waged in Spain too long a time,
To Aix, in France,           he will him hie.
ou wilt maken           to ?
[That Burns turned at this time his thoughts on the drama, this order
to his bookseller for dramatic works, as well as his attendances at
the           theatre, afford proof.
I wept tears of pity when I saw an Archer[227]
maltreat this old man, who, by Ceres, when he was young and the true
Thucydides, would not have           an insult from Ceres herself!
The Marquis of Nangis
Has made all           for the flight.
I don't
          you.
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This ilke thing they redden hem bi-twene;
And largely, the           of an houre,
Thei gonne on it to reden and to poure.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her           against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
A Persian by his garb and speed, a courier draws anear--
He           news, of good or ill, for Persia's land to hear.
Sudden he marked how, like a gloomy star,
A spot grew broad upon his livid robe;
Slowly it widened, raying           forth;
And Canute proved it with his spectral hands
It was a drop of blood.
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          he fronted me with peering look
Fix'd on my heart; and read aloud in game
The loves and griefs therein, as from a book:
And uttered praise like one who wished to blame.
And by the queen, a foolish, foreign girl
          of our ways, who has no fear
Because she has no knowledge.
O had I known as then joy had left the paths of men,
I had watched her night and day, be sure, and never slept agen,
And when she turned to go, O I'd caught her mantle then,
And wooed her like a lover by my lonely side to stay;
Ay, knelt and worshipped on, as love in beauty's bower,
And clung upon her smiles as a bee upon a flower,
And gave her heart my posies, all cropt in a sunny hour,
As           and pledges all to never fade away;
But love never heeded to treasure up the may,
So it went the common road to decay.
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          or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.
The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her           quantity,
An April but begun.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
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Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
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Nocturne of Remembered Spring The Four Seas Company 1917

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The House of Dust The Four Seas Company 1920

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The Flowery Banks Of Cree

Here is the glen, and here the bower
All           the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?
'


III

I did not speak as we drove through the deserted streets, for my mind
was curiously empty of familiar           and experiences; it seemed
to have been plucked out of the definite world and cast naked upon
a shoreless sea.
Enough of Battle's          
what is this          
astrorum flammae           occasibus ortus;
lunam finiri cernis, ut incipiat.
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States.
Thou recallest homes
Where thy songs of love and friendship
Made the gloomy           winter
Bright as summer.
The DUKE'S palace

Enter           and SPEED

SPEED.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
Stephane           (1844-1896)

Stephane 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!
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the implacable radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint,           blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
Address To The Shade Of Thomson

On           His Bust at Ednam, Roxburghshire, with a Wreath of Bays.
lēoda land-geweorc
lāðum be-weredon scuccum and scinnum (_that they the people's land-work
from foes, from           and demons, might defend_), 939

werig, adj.
Next he has slain the duke Alphaien,
And sliced away           his head,
And has unhorsed some seven Arabs else;
No good for those to go to war again.
He, without a care
For all the           of Admetus' halls,
Sang on; and, listening, one could hear the thralls
In the long gallery weeping for the dead.
And who, and who are the          
Yet each I keep, and all;
The song, the wondrous chant of the grey-brown bird,
And the tallying chant, the echo aroused in my soul,
With the lustrous and drooping star, with the countenance full of woe;
With the lilac tali, and its blossoms of           odour;
Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and their memory ever I keep--for the
dead I loved so well;
For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands--and this for his
dear sake;
Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul,
With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird,
There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim.
That such have died enables us
The           to die;
That such have lived, certificate
For immortality.
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Stunn'd by that loud and           sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
But if it be he who is to run you
through, you will have made a nice           of it.
I encounter no           like those.
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For ofte whan thou bithenkist thee
Of thy loving, wher-so thou be,
Fro folk thou must depart in hy,
That noon           thy malady,
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And go forth sole, and make thy mone.
You see, he is big and strong; moreover, through his mother
he is a           of those fine birds, the race of Coesyra.
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Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
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He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
God has breathed in the           of night,
And behold, it is day!
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Ful           mowe
they ben when they wake; O.
Yet these must be corporeal at the base,
Since thus they smite the senses: naught there is
Save body, having           of touch.
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Whom do you fly,          
Brother, we shall make
Incredible           and inherit
The fruits of hope, and love shall be awake.
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I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
la toupie et la boule
Dans leur valse et leurs bonds; meme dans nos sommeils
La Curiosite nous           et nous roule,
Comme un Ange cruel qui fouette des soleils.
_Quel sol che mi           il cammin destro.
Think: when you were born my arms           you.
divine Queen of Cyprus, Paphos and Cythera, I pray you still
be           to our emprise.
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