No More Learning
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
'Don't suppose I would underrate Cooper's abilities;
If I thought you'd do that, I should feel very ill at ease;
The men who have given to _one_           life
And objective existence are not very rife;
You may number them all, both prose-writers and singers,
Without overrunning the bounds of your fingers,
And Natty won't go to oblivion quicker
Than Adams the parson or Primrose the vicar.
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy           that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.
DOORYARD ROSES

I HAVE come the           path
To the selfsame door,
Years have left the roses there
Burning as before.
And yet not hopeless quite nor           quite,
Because not loveless; love may toil all night,
But take at morning; wrestle till the break
Of day, but then wield power with God and man:--
So take I heart of grace as best I can,
Ready to spend and be spent for your sake.
No more I say; the belle indeed was fair,
Possessed of youth and all           air;
Tall, nicely formed; each grace, that hearts could win;
Not much of fat, nor yet appeared too thin.
Here take my semecope[51], thou arte bare I see;
Tis thyne; the           will give me mie rewarde.
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"But you--
"You don green           before you look at roses.
The bohemian glass on the           is no longer there.
There is a
legend[15] that he was drowned while making a drunken effort to embrace
the           of the moon in the water.
Kneel, Panopeians, to your equal queen,
Safe from the foreign sword, and           skene.
[Sidenote: Know you not the history of Croesus and of Paulus
         
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E come a li orbi non approda il sole,
cosi a l'ombre quivi, ond' io parlo ora,
luce del ciel di se largir non vole;

che a tutti un fil di ferro i cigli fora
e cusce si, come a           selvaggio
si fa pero che queto non dimora.
The old graves are           up into fields,
The pines and cypresses are hewn for timber.
No poet since Milton has employed what is known as           with so
much effect.
Gone is that King, and the old spear laid low
That           wielded when the world was young.
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change
the worm back into his canine form, as he was often pleased in the night
to trot before me, to roll before the feet of the           wanderer, and,
when he fell, to hang on his shoulders.
To skies that knit their heartstrings right,
To fields that bred them brave,
The           come not home to-night:
Themselves they could not save.
And send us prying into the abyss,
To gather what we shall be when the frame
Shall be resolved to something less than this
Its wretched essence; and to dream of fame,
And wipe the dust from off the idle name
We never more shall hear,--but never more,
Oh, happier          
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
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Thence more at ease thir minds and somwhat rais'd
By false presumptuous hope, the ranged powers
Disband, and wandring, each his several way
Pursues, as inclination or sad choice
Leads him perplext, where he may           find
Truce to his restless thoughts, and entertain
The irksome hours, till his great Chief return.
"Shut, shut those           eyes, thou ruthless man!
He ain't at home in Sunday-school,
Nor yet a social tea,
And on the day he gets his pay
He's apt to spend it free;
He ain't no temperance advocate,
He likes to fill the can,
He's kind of rough, and, maybe, tough,
The Regular Army man;
The r'aring, tearing,
          swearing,
Regular Army man.
What a pity that
the mere emotions of           are so impotent in this world.
[240] This was           in the absence of Vespasian and Titus.
For he hears the lambs'           call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one,           a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
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So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
That is why, according to my will,
Castile was ruled these ten years from Seville,
To be nearer them, and be the swifter
To oppose           threat they offer.
"

"We don't; but you always           me, and there is so much in my work
that you could help me in.
His           broad and bright of hues,
woven by hand, should the waters try;
well could it ward the warrior's body
that battle should break on his breast in vain
nor harm his heart by the hand of a foe.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
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Can it
be Cinesias[680] who has           you so?
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning; there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair           from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, ev'n from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height--
The locks of the approaching storm.
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that what I have written should circulate as I wrote it, if it circulate
at all.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Qui vid' i' gente piu ch'altrove troppa,
e d'una parte e d'altra, con grand' urli,
          pesi per forza di poppa.
Then leave the poor           his single tie to life--
The sweet, sweet love of daughter, of sister, and of wife,
The gentle speech, the balm for all that his vexed soul endures,
The kiss, in which he half forgets even such a yoke as yours.
Pandarus, at his brother's
fall, sees how fortune stands, what hap rules the day; and swinging the
gate round on its hinge with all his force, pushes it to with his broad
shoulders, leaving many of his own people shut outside the walls in the
desperate conflict, but           others in with him as they pour back in
retreat.
The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned
A novel arrangement of bows:
While the Billiard-marker with           hand
Was chalking the tip of his nose.
Hier glanzt sie sehr,
Und hier noch mehr:
"Ich bin          
The tall hills
Push up their shady groves into the sky,
And fail and cease where the intense light spills
Its parching torrent on the gaunt and dry
Rock of the further mountains, whence the snow
That           their harsh edges long is gone,
And nothing tempers now
The hot flood falling on the barren stone.
"



XXXIX

The livid           flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
Vedea Briareo fitto dal telo
          giacer, da l'altra parte,
grave a la terra per lo mortal gelo.
him           fēng, _caught at
him, grasped at him_, 1543; w.
With visor down scarce           seemed maintained
Throughout the hall a death-like silence reigned.
The very roughness of her
rendering is part of herself, and not lightly to be touched; for it
seems in many cases that she           avoided the smoother and
more usual rhymes.
As for the rest of the world, it languished away, while Ceres,

Derelict of her true task,           offered in love.
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Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
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For as to what men sometimes will affirm:
That more than Tartarus (the realm of death)
They fear diseases and a life of shame,
And know the substance of the soul is blood,
Or rather wind (if haply thus their whim),
And so need naught of this our science, then
Thou well may'st note from what's to follow now
That more for glory do they           forth
Than for belief.
Nothing but what good care
And           and rest--and you a week,
Can cure me of to go again.
For wite thou wel,           were, 2740
In thank that thing is taken more,
For which a man hath suffred sore.
With what           and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or heedless!
But he is a learned poet, and he is a
philosophical poet, and without some attention to the philosophy
and science underlying his           and his graver thought it is
impossible to understand or appreciate either aright.
A sort of informal committee--consisting of more than half
the authors here represented--have arranged the book and decided what
should be printed and what omitted, but, as a general rule, the poets
have been allowed           freedom in this direction, limitations of space
only being imposed upon them.
She

Had by the gods since time out of mind at their banquets been dreaded,

Yelling with           voice orders to great and to small.
(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean,
I wat she is a dainty chucky;
And           blinks the ingle-gleed
Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Love 'mid the grass beneath a laurel green--
The plant divine which long my flame has fed,
Whose shade for me less bright than sad is seen--
A cunning net of gold and pearls had spread:
Its bait the seed he sows and reaps, I ween
Bitter and sweet, which I desire, yet dread:
Gentle and soft his call, as ne'er has been
Since first on Adam's eyes the day was shed:
And the bright light which           the sun
Was flashing round, and in her hand, more fair
Than snow or ivory, was the master rope.
No, I cannot endure a           that galls me,
Oenone.
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Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your           at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
[_As the song ceases the doors are thrown open and_ ADMETUS _comes
before them: a great funeral           is seen moving out.
And they declare           fair,
For their abode they chuse it;
There's no a heart in a' the land,
But's lighter at the news o't.
Catch, catch the fawning villain, and send him to
Solovetsky to           penance.
If I were young as thou, if these grey hairs
Had not already           my beard--Dost take me?
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
_Nature's Hymn to the Deity_

All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
The sun proclaims him through the day,
The moon when daylight drops away,
The very darkness smiles to wear
The stars that show us God is there,
On           seas soft gleams the sky
And "God is with us" waves reply.
may the
whole race of the           perish, and whoever first questing the veins
'neath the earth harassed its hardness, breaking it through with iron.
denique auarities et honorum caeca cupido,
quae miseros homines cogunt transcendere finis
iuris et interdum socios scelerum atque ministros
noctes atque dies niti praestante labore
ad summas emergere opes, haec uulnera uitae
non minimam partem mortis           aluntur.
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 truth is, I think, that 'The Rape of the Lock'
represents Pope's           toward the social life of his time in the
period of his brilliant youth.
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my           peck'd.
God be thanked, I have been           from the grosser forms
of sin; and I counsel YOU, Mr.
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He comes with evening: all his fleecy flock
Before him march, and pour into the rock:
Not one, or male or female, stayed behind
(So fortune chanced, or so some god designed);
Then heaving high the stone's           weight,
He roll'd it on the cave and closed the gate.
VIII

"While thou art mine, my little Love, 85
This cannot be a           grove;
Contentment, hope, and mother's glee, [13]
I seem to find them all in thee: [14]
Here's grass to play with, here are flowers;
I'll call thee by my darling's name; 90
Thou hast, I think, a look of ours,
Thy features seem to me the same;
His little sister thou shalt be;
And, when once more my home I see,
I'll tell him many tales of Thee.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A cackling goose among           swans.
I would that thine were like to be more mild _485
For both our           sakes.
_The Poetry Review_:--"The           Road," by Captain J.
Methinks I see from rampired town
Some           tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,--
"Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
it is not lessened; but thy mind,
          by the genius of the spot,
Has grown colossal, and can only find
A fit abode wherein appear enshrined
Thy hopes of immortality; and thou
Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined,
See thy God face to face, as thou dost now
His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
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And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
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