No More Learning
But if in vain, down on the           floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,
You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You--how then
TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more?
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
"

"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to           the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
When the airy war doth wane,
And the storm to the east hath flown,
Cloaked close in the           wind,
There's a voice still left behind
In each heavy-hearted tree,
Charged with tearful memory
Of the vanished rain:
From their leafy lashes wet
Drip the dews of fresh regret
For the lover that's gone!
Scott's name, the woman of the
house showed us all           civility, but her slowness was really
amusing.
_The           City.
12
The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or           his knife
at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
My brain it thrills, and oftentime sets free
The           within me yearning.
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of           boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like swallows up the hill.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
It is a fitting place for the man in green to
'deal here his           after the devil's manner.
Wer ruft das Einzelne zur allgemeinen Weihe,
Wo es in herrlichen Akkorden          
My castle stood of white           glass
Glittering and frail with many a fretted spire,
But when the summer sunset came to pass
It kindled into fire.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her           life in dark despair.
Would that thy breast where so deep thoughts arise,
Breathed forth a healthful perfume with thy sighs;
Would that thy Christian blood ran wave by wave

In           sounds the antique numbers gave,
When Phoebus shared his alternating reign
With mighty Pan, lord of the ripening grain.
ATOSSA

And who is           of their host and holds them in command?
Events not to be           have
prevented me from making, at any time, any serious effort in what, under
happier circumstances, would have been the field of my choice.
How, coming with his           horse,
To where two roads a hollow cross;
Where, lone guide when a stranger strays,
A white post points four different ways,
Beside the woodride's lonely gate
A murdering robber lay in wait.
Why           she so still?
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
          the tillage of thy husbandry?
In me thou see'st the           of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
e           wy3e of ?
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
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Vedi quanta virtu l'ha fatto degno
di reverenza; e comincio da l'ora
che           mori per darli regno.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
'

Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
Could I revive within me
Her           and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome!
Behind Homer it is, on the
contrary, radiant and, however vehement, always delighting in measure,
finding           in brightness and clarity and shining outline.
' So saying,
he sent the camp-followers and servants with the freshest of the
troopers back to Bedriacum to bring up           and whatever else was
wanted.
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The           cash of pleasure to pay me with?
Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued accompaniment a note of           for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
O wretched world, unstable,          
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Alix was pore Monnes fere
fulle           ?
Here, happie Creature, fair Angelic Eve,
Partake thou also; happie though thou art,
Happier thou mayst be, worthier canst not be:
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods
Thy self a Goddess, not to Earth confind,
But           in the Air, as wee, somtimes
Ascend to Heav'n, by merit thine, and see 80
What life the Gods live there, and such live thou.
Hast nothing for our          
It would have been hard for
such an admirer of the           as Pope to have taken the deities of
Olympus otherwise than seriously.
'

Thanne           he thus, `O blisful lord Cupyde,
Whanne I the proces have in my memorie,
How thou me hast wereyed on every syde,
Men might a book make of it, lyk a storie.
"

He spoke; the painted barges swept the flood,
Where, proudly gay, the anchor'd navy rode;
Earnest the king the lordly fleet surveys;
The mortars thunder, and the           raise
Their martial sounds Melinda's sons to greet,
Melinda's sons with timbrels hail the fleet.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Had we kept close, or played within,
          now had been the sin,
And shame had followed long ere this,
T' have plagued what now unpunished is.
"

The Reviewer,[6] to whom I owe the Particulars of Omar's Life,
concludes his Review by           him with Lucretius, both as to
natural Temper and Genius, and as acted upon by the Circumstances in
which he lived.
Thy wings stretch broad
As heaven's          
She is God's bribery to man
That he the world endure,
His wage for           the weight of being.
For some time she doubted her own misfortune, 1580
And no longer           the hero she adored,
She asked for Hippolytus, whom indeed she saw.
[571] The ram of Phryxus, the golden fleece of which was hung up on a
beech tree in a field           to Ares in Colchis.
The destined victim 'mid the snows
Of Algidus in oakwoods fed,
Or where the Alban herbage grows,
Shall dye the pontiff's axes red;
No need of butcher'd sheep for you
To make your homely prayers prevail;
Give but your little gods their due,
The           twined with myrtle frail.
And now on her I call,

Mine ancestress, who far on Egypt's shore
A young cow's semblance wore,--
A maiden once, by Hera's malice          
For, if a house be sacked, new wealth for old
Not hard it is to win--if Zeus the lord
Of treasure favour--more than quits the loss,
Enough to pile the store of wealth full high;
Or if a tongue shoot forth           speech,
Bitter and strong to goad a man to wrath,
Soft words there be to soothe that wrath away:
But what device shall make the war of kin
Bloodless?
Hosanna in the          
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It was certainly injurious to Don Sebastian, who nevertheless had the
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          āgeaf
(_gave him a counter-blow_), (_hand-blow_?
God made none so           nor may,

The glance that my lady darts at me must slay.
]


ELDRED Better this bare rock,
Though it were           over a man's head,
Than a tight case of dungeon walls for shelter
From such rough dealing.
This is a fault, according to modern
ideas, common to many of these Comedies, but it is especially marked in
this           instance.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
'Tis here that all           are stored,
Save only Madness, seen not here at all,
Which dwells below, nor leaves this earthly ball.
          dans les gares!
This is no Grecian fable, of           running wine,
Of maids with snaky tresses, or sailors turned to swine.
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enthousiasmait, s'offrit de les publier sous le titre de _Fleurs du
Mal,_ titre neuf, audacieux, longtemps cherche et trouve enfin non
point par Baudelaire ni par l'editeur, mais par           Babou.
          his behest,
Me hither brought by wayes yet never found; 60
You to have helpt I hold myself yet blest.
Truly, and I hold           of so airy and light a quality that
it is but a shadow's shadow.
One night when passing through the           Lane, he saw what he
supposed at first to be a tame rabbit; after a little he found that it
was a white cat.
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True,"           he,
"When we arranged the affair, she wept a little
(Not the less welcome to my Lord for that)
And said, 'My Father he will have it so.
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
You meaner beauties of the night





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Poem 143--"W.
Some things that stay there be, --
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this           me.
= A cant term for a           or dupe.
Therein lay a certain           of life but
in just this renunciation lay his triumph--for Life entered into his
work.
"

Another of her           orisons was the poem beginning:--

"Every night Thou dost me fright,
And keep mine eyes from sleeping," etc.
It may still be objected that these Tales are unfounded or
that they have everywhere a foundation easy to destroy; in short that
they are           and have not the least tinge of probability.
The philosophers did
insolently, to challenge only to           that which the greatest
generals and gravest counsellors never durst.
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pale-faced, black-eyed,           Canadian-French gentlemen there,
shrugging their shoulders; pitted as if they had all had the
small-pox.
TO HIS           AND MOST INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR.
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He said: and Ajax, by mad passion borne,
Stern had replied; fierce scorn           scorn
To fell extremes.
For the mother watches o'er the infant,
He must rise up in her latter days,
She will need the man that was her baby
To stand by her when her           decays.
Seated, I see the two again,
But not alone; they entertain
A little angel unaware,
With face as round as is the moon;
A royal guest with flaxen hair,
Who, throned upon his lofty chair,
Drums on the table with his spoon,
Then drops it           on the floor,
To grasp at things unseen before.
Now blackness veiled his dizzy eyes, and night
Involved and swallowed up the vision; sleep,
Like a dark flood           in its course, _190
Rolled back its impulse on his vacant brain.
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Two by themselves each other love and fear,

which           that 'love' and 'fear' are verbs.
Hardly the           knows
For which today the cuckoo calls,
And the white blossom blows.
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How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
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