No More Learning
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have           one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
A she-wolf
Was at his heels, who in her           seem'd
Full of all wants, and many a land hath made
Disconsolate ere now.
e kyng sent           to hem; & gret doel to hym he nom;
Wi?
Which, in your           hid, corrode your

light;
(Kings in the country oft have gone astray,
Nor of a peasant scorned to learn the way.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he           round
O'er the hallowed ground.
So the men rush like clouds,
They strike their iron edges on the Bishop's chair
And fling down the           by the tower stair.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been           up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements
Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!
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There earth would furnish to the children food;
Warmth was their swaddling cloth, the grass their bed
          in soft down.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
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"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
Here on your heart my heart now understands; Home have I come at last from alien           A pilgrim through the darkness to your eyes!
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Come, stretch your wings or look
out for          
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
Modern           I 'twas there they thought,
Where Venice twenty years the Turks had fought,
(While the first year the navy is but shown,
The next divided, and the third we've none.
THE           PRAYER.
Her           could dark counsels unriddle.
The long           (ēo,
ēa, etc.
Here's the worth and wisdom           can boast;
By a thievish midge they had been nearly lost.
"

He said, and feebly drives his friends away:
The           friends his frantic rage obey.
Humpty-Dumpty's theory, of two meanings packed into one word
like a portmanteau, seems to me the right           for all.
Not a shriek, not a scream;
          even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called "Ho!
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
He makes
an affecting allusion to this in one of his private
letters — *^ Magxs occidere^ says he, " met%u> quam
occidi; non quod vitam tanti astimam, sed ne
imparatus mortar," *

He died August 1 6, 1 678, the very year that
his obnoxious work on the growth of Popery and
Arbitrary Government appeared ; and, as he was
in vigorous health just before, strong suspicions
were           that he had been poisoned.
Come give me thy           lay.
Nor do the powers divine grudge any man
The fruits of his seed-sowing, so that never
He be called "father" by sweet           his,
And end his days in sterile love forever.
"

While the public was engaged in these and the like debates, the illness
of           waxed daily more grievous; and some strongly suspected the
pestilent practices of his wife.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
talis Egeriae iocos fuisse
udo           Numae sub antro.
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THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
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ante tuos ortus melius sua sidera seruat
nauita nec media nescius errat aqua;
te surgit quamuis lassus           uiator,
et miles saeuas aptat ad arma manus;
prima bidente uides oneratos arua colentis,
prima uocas tardos sub iuga panda boues;
tu pueros somno fraudas tradisque magistris,
ut subeant tenerae uerbera saeua manus,
atque eadem sponsum inuitos ante atria mittis,
unius ut uerbi grandia damna ferant;
nec tu consulto, nec tu iucunda diserto:
cogitur ad litis surgere uterque nouas;
tu, cum feminei possint cessare labores,
lanificam reuocas ad sua pensa manum.
What journal do the           and the buckeye keep,
and the sharp-shinned hawk?
They burn with an           and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
Oblivious of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
,           with barbs, sharp like swords _: instr.
JAMES
          SMITH.
They hunt through the streets [8] with deliberate tread,
And each, in his turn, becomes leader or led; [9]
And,           they carry their plots and their wiles,
Every face in the village is dimpled with smiles.
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Sith ye this man, that loveth yow,
Han seid such harm and shame now,
Witeth wel, if he gessed it,
Ye may wel demen in your wit, 7650
He nolde no-thing love you so,
Ne callen you his freend also,
But night and day he [wolde] wake,
The castel to destroye and take,
If it were sooth as ye devyse; 7655
Or som man in som maner wyse
Might it warne him everydel,
Or by him-self           wel;
For sith he might not come and gon
As he was whylom wont to don, 7660
He might it sone wite and see;
But now al other-wyse [doth] he.
And rivers and springs would summon them of old
To slake the thirst, as now from the great hills
The water's down-rush calls aloud and far
The thirsty           of the wild.
Then public praise does run upon the stone,
For a most rich, a rare, a           one.
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O Music, from this height of time my Word unfold:
In thy large signals all men's hearts Man's heart behold:
Mid-heaven unroll thy chords as           flags unfurled,
And wave the world's best lover's welcome to the world.
A name           to the Volscians' ears,
And harsh in sound to thine.
Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be,
With what deep worship I have still adored
The spirit of           Liberty.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
Does he still think his error          
An individual is as superb as a nation when he
has the           which make a superb nation.
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'61-68'

Pope here           his preceding argument by analogy.
Was he afraid, or          
When I went over to my own room I found him waiting,           as
the copper head on a penny, to pull off my boots.
as written in the character of a Soldier of Fortune
in the           Century.
Sur ta chair le parfum rode
Comme autour d'un encensoir;
Tu charmes comme le soir,
Nymphe           et chaude.
, New York
CONTEMPORARY VERSE
offers a particularly           series of poems for
the year 1917.
          'tis less a marvel, if they sprang
In Long Ago more many, and more big,
Matured of those days in the fresh young years
Of earth and ether.
ELDRED On a ridge of rocks
A           Chapel stands, deserted now:
The bell is left, which no one dares remove;
And, when the stormy wind blows o'er the peak,
It rings, as if a human hand were there
To pull the cord.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
The eternal gates           porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
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For           bihoveth it not to be
That thilke thinges fallen in certayn 1005
That ben purveyed; but nedely, as they seyn,
Bihoveth it that thinges, whiche that falle,
That they in certayn ben purveyed alle.
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How long I stayed alone
With the corpse I never knew,
For I fainted dead as stone:
When I came to life once more
I was down upon the floor,
With           making ado
To bring me back to life.
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
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And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with           round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
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IL CUORE
Ronsard me          
There are no           abominations upon the walls.
My           for two or three weeks will be at Mr.
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.
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Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
, _night-bale,           by night_: gen.
This would make her an exact or close           of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
]
"In the           was the _Word_.
Born,           5th, 1751--Died, 16th October 1774.
Here days and night are divided into seasons of conduct and governed
by rules of           accuracy.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm           of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
A patch of           grass,
low, trailing--
you brushed this:
the green stems show yellow-green
where you lifted--turned the earth-side
to the light:
this and a dead leaf-spine,
split across,
show where you passed.
Cool upon his brow
The quiet           brooded, as he scanned
The starry sky.
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 grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With           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.
Things are cheap in           as they are common;
For two farthings, I buy a whole bundle.
He suddenly caught the wonted flame, and the
heat known of old pierced him to the heart and overran his melting
frame: even as when, bursting from the thunder peal, a sparkling cleft
of fire shoots through the storm-clouds with           light.
Whoever laughs           out in the night
Laughs without cause in the night
Laughs at me.
Half-past two,
The street lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words           ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
, Tanner 306, in the           Library:

To my ever to be respected friend
M^r John Done secretary to my
Lord Keeper give these.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
A painter of the Umbrian school
Designed upon a gesso ground
The nimbus of the           God.
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And so           was her name,
Nor by her sister's brilliancy
Nor by her beauty she became
The cynosure of every eye.
They said, "This is a           thing!
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