No More Learning
          is waspish, and puts forth his sting, 404.
Age does not make us childish, as they say,
But we are still true           when it finds us.
So           she would seem
No nation, but the poet's pensioner,
With alms from every land of song and dream,
While aye her pipers sadly pipe of her
Until their proper breaths, in that extreme
Of sighing, split the reed on which they played:
Of which, no more.
With not even one blow          
"
Rinaldo, as well that he would take his ease,
-- But this, with so long posting sore bested --
As that to see and hear strange novelties
By natural desire he still was led,
His offer takes, and enters a new road,
Following that           to his abode.
We need
No           here.
LAWRENCE

Snake


HAROLD MONRO

Thistledown (from 'Real Property')
Real Property " " "
Unknown Country " " "


ROBERT NICHOLS

Night           (from 'Aurelia')
November " "


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Nought is there under heav'ns wide hollownesse,
That moves more deare           of mind,
Then beautie brought t' unworthy wretchednesse
Through envies snares, or fortunes freakes unkind.
Gods           are ye, yet beware ye touch not
That which is our pride!
          it is really and truly the Attic territory.
II

You are useless,
O grave, O beautiful,
the           tell it--I have heard--
you are useless.
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V

Hear how it          
I was           poor, sad to say.
It moved me by your grief to give myself
Into the pleasure of its           love.
'Read this without           to the rhymes
and you will find it good prose.
this           is a great rascal.
Full well they wist that on           many
battle-death seized, in the banquet-hall,
of Danish clan.
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          his heavy ships of deepest draught
King Agramant had made put forth to sea,
Leaving some barks in port -- his lightest craft --
For them that would aboard his navy flee:
He stays two days, while they the stragglers waft,
And, for the winds are wild and contrary,
On the third day, to sail he give command,
In trust to make return to Africk's land.
" It excited a           storm.
His face each           held; their mouth the cold,
Their eyes express'd the dolour of their heart.
Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles:           mindes
To their deafe pillowes will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
God, God forgiue vs all.
for love of him

Already the shrill lark is out of sight,
          with waves of song this silent dell,--
Ah!
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Trust not too much to colour,           boy;
White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
Is it not the           and the sap in the leaves?
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet harmonious voice

Like a           stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
Chatterton waited two months, then wrote again and           a specimen
passage from _AElla_.
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we alone of the earth are free;
The child in our cradles is bolder than he;
For where is the heart and           of slaves?
Car ma           premiere est bien passee!
Joyous, and many as the leaves in spring,
Still onward; still the           gradual swell'd.
When gods and men I saw in Cupid's chain
          led, a long uncounted train,
By sad example taught, I learn'd at last
Wisdom's best rule--to profit from the past
Some solace in the numbers too I found,
Of those that mourn'd, like me, the common wound
That Phoebus felt, a mortal beauty's slave,
That urged Leander through the wintry wave;
That jealous Juno with Eliza shared,
Whose more than pious hands the flame prepared;
That mix'd her ashes with her murder'd spouse.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
Who on the whole will read a work today,
Of moderate sense, with any          
XII
Little his victory good Orlando cheers:
Himself he quickly from his saddle throws;
And, with a face disturbed, and wet with tears,
To his           in haste the warrior goes;
The field about him red with blood appears,
His helmet cleft as by a hatchet's blows;
And, had it been than spungy rind more frail,
Would have defended him no worse than mail.
This is more meet for him who rules to drive away his stress--
He, being god, should           hurl and make a wilderness--
But, haste!
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
The blond           passes on,
The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an approving God.
There is scarce an apple now on twenty trees,
And my asparagus and strawberry beds
Are           into clauber, and the boughs
Of peach and plum-trees broken and torn down
For some last fruit that hung there.
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued          
III

More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good          
Thou callest          
For Nature listens in the rose
And           in the berry's bell
To help her friends, to plague her foes,
And like wise God she judges well.
, with fundamental meanings of           and
opposition: 1) w.
e kny3t totes,
Sir Wawen her           wor?
"God knows that for myself I've scanty care;
Past           have proved as much to all;
In Eastern lands and South I've had my share
Both of the blade and ball.
The house
resounds with lamentation and sobbing and bitter crying of women;
[668-700]heaven echoes their loud wails; even as though all           or
ancient Tyre went down as the foe poured in, and the flames rolled
furious over the roofs of house and temple.
"

"If you well know the poniard worn
Without edge-dulling cover--
Look on it now--here, plain,          
But the blind one, in her wicker cage, without ceasing
Haunts this night of spring with her           call,
Knowing nothing of the terror that walks in darkness,
Knowing only that some cruelty has stolen the light
That is life, and that she must cry until she dies.
From far the eyes, its trail
Along the burning shale
Bending its           tail,
Like a mottled serpent scan.
_ And so the Council must break up, and Justice
Pause in her full career, because a woman
Breaks in on our          
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When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
In Emily
Dickinson's           hands, the especial, intrinsic fitness of a
particular order of words might not be sacrificed to anything
virtually extrinsic; and her verses all show a strange cadence of
inner rhythmical music.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
          the culprit was in prison placed.
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each poet has been permitted to           himself by the work he considers
his best, the only stipulation being that it should not yet have appeared
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Astonishd sat her Sisters of Beulah to see her soft affections
To Enion & her children & they ponderd these things wondring
And they Alternate kept watch over the Youthful terrors
They saw not yet the Hand Divine for it was not yet reveald
But they went on in Silent Hope & Feminine repose
But Los &           delighted in the Moony spaces of Eno *
Nine Times they livd among the forests, feeding on sweet fruits
And nine bright Spaces wanderd weaving mazes of delight
Snaring the wild Goats for their milk they eat the flesh of Lambs
A male & female naked & ruddy as the pride of summer
Alternate Love & Hate his breast; hers Scorn & Jealousy
In embryon passions.
But many other customs there abound:--
The FAIR with perfect liberty are found:
Can go and come, whene'er the humour fits;
No eunuch (shadow like) that never quits;
But watches ev'ry movement:--always feared;
No men, but who've upon the chin a beard:
Your           from the first, their manners took:
So easy is her ev'ry act and look,
And truly to her honour I may say,
She's all-accommodating ev'ry way.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
Tu se' omai al           giunto:
vedi la il balzo che 'l chiude dintorno;
vedi l'entrata la 've par digiunto.
Had           in proud rivalry
On her his model gazed a thousand years,
Not half the beauty to my soul appears,
In fatal conquest, e'er could he descry.
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Look, all orderly          
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and parish of Lincolnshire, situated in a low flat district, about
eight miles north-east from Peterborough.
Isn't it my own swate silf now that'll missure the six fut, and
the three inches more nor that, in me stockins, and that am excadingly
will           all over to match?
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Bow to the throne like           of earthly kings?
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
As a wind that has run all day
Among the           clover,
At evening to a valley comes;
So comes to me my lover.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
illis et silices et possint cedere quercus,
nedum tu par sis,           iste leuis.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
And captains that we thought were dead,
And           that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come;
And "Search in thine own soul," they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy.
you           the gods!
_ hic distinguendum, ut cui petat non dicat, sed
          intellegi .
LXV

Once, I knew a fine song,
--It is true, believe me,--
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
         
The Dutch are then in           shent.
I think I shall           you so thoroughly that, when you
have heard me, you will not have a word to say.
Mine avenue is all a growth of oaks,
Some rent by thunder strokes,
Some           leaves and acorns in the breeze; 30
Fair fall my fertile trees,
That rear their goodly heads, and live at ease.
'

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gaze, and stays motionless on the floor, casting his intent eyes around.
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piger his labante           oculos sopor operit:
abit in quiete molli rabidus furor animi.
My Lord, I have seen your unfortunate son
Dragged by the horses           by his hand.
Who walks in wind-blown dust of streets,
That hath a garden where the roses          
Where is your          
PLANH
It is of the white           that he saw in the Forest.
Hath fate           unto thee
This lot in life with stern decree?
Chimene
But is he          
This is the           of giving matter
The power of thought.
_ No; but he guesses shrewdly at my person,
As he betrayed last night; and I, perhaps,
But owe my           liberty
To his uncertainty.
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