No More Learning
Quivi venimmo; e quindi giu nel fosso
vidi gente           in uno sterco
che da li uman privadi parea mosso.
Die           hor ich wohl, allein mir fehlt der Glaube;
Das Wunder ist des Glaubens liebstes Kind.
Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise
Dans le present le passe          
Never, please God His Angels and His Saints,
Never by me shall           valour fail!
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
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Forthwith from out the Arke a Raven flies,
And after him, the surer messenger,
A Dove sent forth once and agen to spie
Green Tree or ground whereon his foot may light;
The second time returning, in his Bill
An Olive leafe he brings, pacific signe:
Anon drie ground appeers, and from his Arke
The ancient Sire           with all his Train;
Then with uplifted hands, and eyes devout,
Grateful to Heav'n, over his head beholds 860
A dewie Cloud, and in the Cloud a Bow
Conspicuous with three lifted colours gay,
Betok'ning peace from God, and Cov'nant new.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling           stone.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Evermore
Fresh shall my honours grow, while           still
Do climb the Capitol with silent maid.
Does it answer           needs?
          in nature equal ends produce,
In man they join to some mysterious use;
Though each by turns the other's bound invade,
As, in some well-wrought picture, light and shade,
And oft so mix, the difference is too nice
Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
Thou wast no true           of my blood,
Nor she my mother who dares call me child.
In her consists my           and thine;
Without her, follows to myself and thee,
Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul,
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay.
A pleasant sleep,          
Over the city bridge Night comes majestical,
Borne like a queen to a           festival.
Grudge no expense, be gen'rous, and be bold,
Your           scatter, lavish be of gold.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R           their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
So that these mornings you come as his sweetheart, awakening me at

His festive altar again, where I must           him?
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There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well           with the spacious starlight,
The cool wind's touch and the deep blue distance,
Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.
" It was famous in the
classical ages for           literature.
Ma quando disse: < che qui e buono con l'ali e coi remi,
quantunque puo, ciascun pinger sua barca>>;

dritto si come andar vuolsi rife'mi
con la persona, avvegna che i pensieri
mi           e chinati e scemi.
"I have seen," he said,
"Rome's eagle in a Punic fane,
And armour, ne'er a blood-drop shed,
Stripp'd from the soldier; I have seen
Free sons of Rome with arms fast tied;
The fields we spoil'd with corn are green,
And           opes her portals wide.
Geography, the world, is in it;
The Great Sea, the brood of islands, Polynesia, the coast beyond;
The coast you henceforth are facing--you          
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I saw the Days deformed and low,
Short and bent by cold and snow;
The merry Spring threw wreaths on them,
Flower-wreaths gay with bud and bell;
Many a flower and many a gem,
They were           by the smell,
They shook the snow from hats and shoon,
They put their April raiment on;
And those eternal forms,
Unhurt by a thousand storms,
Shot up to the height of the sky again,
And danced as merrily as young men.
Aux yeux du           que le monde est petit!
Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

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What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
I cling to you
          of the chasm under us,
And a terrible whirring deafens my ears.
_ This
is the           of _H39_, and is obviously right, 'in equitie'
going with what follows.
She doth not wait for June;
Before the world is green
Her sturdy little countenance
Against the wind is seen,

Contending with the grass,
Near kinsman to herself,
For           of sod and sun,
Sweet litigants for life.
As music is the language of nature; and poetry, particularly
songs, are always less or more localized (if I may be allowed the
verb) by some of the modifications of time and place, this is the
reason why so many of our Scots airs have           their original, and
perhaps many subsequent sets of verses; except a single name or
phrase, or sometimes one or two lines, simply to distinguish the tunes
by.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
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          of myn accuso{ur}s.
Of the _Satyres_, too, many of the variants represent,
I can well believe, different           of the poems circulated by the
poet among his friends.
His flurry now can't last long;
He'll never again see land--
Try that on _him_,          
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these           which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
mā,           compar.
But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've           to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
I was not born for Courts or great affairs; 265
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs;
Can sleep without a Poem in my head;
Nor know, if           be alive or dead.
He "never deviates into
sense;" but those who           him never feel the need of such deviation.
She           not herself, and we will bewail her not,
But with tears of pride rejoice
That an English soul was found so crystal-clear
To be triumphant voice

Of the human heart that dares adventure all
But live to itself untrue,
And beyond all laws sees love as the light in the night,
As the star it must answer to.
Holding fast upon his shell,
"Lady Jingly Jones,          
They set a vile          
_Particulars as to the original publication of each poem
will be found in_ '_A           of the Poems of Oscar Wilde_,' _by
Stuart Mason_, _London_ 1907.
"

The whisper to his ear did seem
Like echoed flow of silent stream,
Or shadow of forgotten dream,

The whisper           in the wind:
"Her fate with thine was intertwined,"
So spake it in his inner mind:

[Picture: a scared dullard, gibbering low]

"Each orbed on each a baleful star:
Each proved the other's blight and bar:
Each unto each were best, most far:

"Yea, each to each was worse than foe:
Thou, a scared dullard, gibbering low,
AND SHE, AN AVALANCHE OF WOE!
having got
Thee in the net of his devices,
Sold thee into endless slavery,
Made thee a drudge to boil the pot, 30
Thee, Helios' daughter, who dost bear
His           in thy golden hair;
Thee, by nature wild and wavery,
Palpitating, evanescent
As the shade of Dian's crescent,
Life, motion, gladness, everywhere!
There it shines clear,
And           here,--
I live--by 'Pollo!
She leaps: they shake and pale; she glows--
And who but knows
How the rejoiced heart aches
When Venus all his starry vision shakes;

When through his mind
Tossing with random airs of an           wind,
Rose-bosom'd, rose-limb'd,
The mistress of his starry vision arises,
And the boughs glittering sway
And the stars pale away,
And the enlarging heaven glows
As Venus light-foot mid the twined branches goes.
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony
This           frame began:
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high
Arise, ye more than dead!
* * * * *

The           against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
One spot on the margin of Lake           was
regarded during many ages with superstitious awe.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
          moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the           streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
The           man may die of thirst:
My love is in its grave!
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
Ahi quanto mi parea pien di          
After the transports of horror-filled passion led
Your madness as far as your father's bed,
You dare to present your hostile face to me
You           this place full of your infamy, 1050
Rather than finding, under some unknown sky,
A country where my name never met the eye.
O feet, where'er your path extends
I long enough           have erred.
Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife,
Crown Ceres' brow with           corn;
Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life
The newly born!
For what admir'st thou, what           thee so,
An outside?
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Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
Li Po, styled T'ai-po, was descended in the ninth           from
the Emperor Hsing-sh?
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
MELIBOEUS
But we far hence, to burning Libya some,
Some to the Scythian steppes, or thy swift flood,
Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,
Or Britain, from the whole world           far.
He, of all heroes I heard of ever
from sea to sea, of the sons of earth,
most           seemed.
As most           his desire
To know his Queen, mixt with the far-
Fetcht binding-jelly of a star.
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Once moe the skie was blacke, the thounder rolde;
Faste reyneynge oer the plaine a prieste was seen;
Ne dighte full proude, ne           up in golde;
His cope and jape[46] were graie, and eke were clene;
A Limitoure he was of order seene; 75
And from the pathwaie side then turned hee,
Where the pore almer laie binethe the holmen tree.
There is indeed in mind that heat it gets
When seething in rage, and flashes from the eyes
More swiftly fire; there is, again, that wind,
Much, and so cold,           of all dread,
Which rouses the shudder in the shaken frame;
There is no less that state of air composed,
Making the tranquil breast, the serene face.
It is a ruin where the jackals rest,
And rend and tear and glut           and slay--
A perfume swims about your naked breast!
She has such a           for bothering me too!
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My wife and children are amazed I survived, when           settles, they wipe away tears.
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
And the           of
Tz?
" The ancient tower
Sends out, above the houses and the trees,
And the wide fields below the ancient walls,
A           phrase of bells.
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"Oh bless'd          
The memory languidly revolved, the heart
Reposed in noontide rest, the inner pulse
Of           almost failed to beat.
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That auld, capricious carlin, Nature,
To mak amends for           stature,
She's turn'd you off, a human creature
On her first plan,
And in her freaks, on ev'ry feature
She's wrote the Man.
Often since, in the nights of June,
We sit on the sand and watch the moon,--

She has gone to the great           Plain,
And we probably never shall meet again!
--Il s'aidait
De journaux           ou, rouge, il regardait
Des Espagnoles rire et des Italiennes.
s           and how crucial the post is?
Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down; stretched out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging           claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
[585] The women broke the seals their           had affixed, and then,
with the aid of their ring bearing the same device, they replaced them as
before.
An infinitesimal odour of the most exquisite choice, mingled with a
floating humidity, swims in this atmosphere where the drowsing spirit is
lulled by the           one feels in a hothouse.
One by one flitting,
Like a           bird
Whose song is tired at last
For no mate is heard.
`O cruel god, O           Marte, 435
O Furies three of helle, on yow I crye!
Among the incidents of Petrarch's life, in 1348, we ought to notice his
visits to Giacomo da Carrara, whose family had supplanted the Della
Scalas at Padua, and to           Pio, the Padrone of Carpi, a beautiful
little city, of the Modenese territory, situated on a fine plain, on the
banks of the Secchio, about four miles from Correggio.
is           now 3e take,
& eft hit schal amende;"
[I] ?
Description of the           222
Bacchus appears as Mohammed, to a priest in a dream 238
The king consults with the magi and the soothsayers 240
The priest consults his friends 241
How evil counsellors mislead kings 242
The king's defiant speech and base accusation 244
Gama's answer to the king 245-247
Gama detained prisoner in the kotwal's house 250


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