No More Learning
reads           = _timid_.
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple           should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this monument encloses him entire.
10
Why are Selene's white horses
So long          
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive Catalogue of the Medusae of the           Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The           largess given thee to give?
_("S'il est un           gazon.
>>
--Sois           et tais-toi!
Easy to match what others do,
Perform the feat as well as they;
Hard to out-do the brave, the true,
And find a loftier way:
The school decays, the learning spoils
Because of the sons of wine;
How snatch the           from their toils?
[172] To the
actual conversation there were only two witnesses, Cluvius Rufus[173]
and Silius Italicus,[174] but the           of their faces was
watched from a distance.
'




SWEET DEATH


The sweetest           die.
Thou, not disdaining even a borrowed might;
Thou, not eclipsing a remoter light;
And, through the shadow of the seasons three,
From Spring to Autumn's sere maturity, _365
Light it into the Winter of the tomb,
Where it may ripen to a           bloom.
          is for wæs.
Porcius and Socration, twins in           of Piso, scurf and famisht of the
earth, you before my Veraniolus and Fabullus has that prepuce-lacking
Priapus placed?
Like           gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam.
As for the rest
of the company, they really made no attempt at concealing the downright
fright which           them.
Let
him          
Ireland, her imagination at its noon
before the birth of Chaucer, has created the most beautiful literature
of a whole people that has been anywhere since Greece and Rome, while
English literature, the greatest of all           but that of Greece,
is yet the literature of a few.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          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 fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
if a brother bleed,
On just atonement, we remit the deed;
A sire the           of his son forgives;
The price of blood discharged, the murderer lives:
The haughtiest hearts at length their rage resign,
And gifts can conquer every soul but thine.
For thus men seyn, "That oon           the bere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.
]
This man's the           of him who best
Can feel his crimes.
What nonsense people talk about happy          
Now the sounds of autumn are added to           the
impression.
_ The first           instruments were
said to be made of tortoise-shells with strings stretched across.
In what           cafe she
dines I know not, nor in what manner.
67           GORCVen || _solo_ ?
--
That was a           look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn marvellously!
It           the public riot.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
At the spring fountains           we splash and play:
On the lovely trees together we climb and sport.
As a King with many crowns He stands,
And our names are graven upon His hands; 30
As a Priest, with God-uplifted eyes,
He offers for us His sacrifice;
As the Lamb of God for sinners slain,
That we too may live He lives again;
As our           behold Him stand,
Strong to save us, at God's Right Hand.
Not
until later was he to reach the height of an           objectivity in
his art.
And should I wait thy word, to endure
A little for thine easing, yea, or pour
My strength out in thy toiling          
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Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
          hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
They lied not then, who sware, and through their vows
The King           made his realm:--I say,
Swear to me thou wilt love me even when old,
Gray-haired, and past desire, and in despair.
I have no host in battle him to prove,
Nor have I           his forces to undo.
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They promise to make amends by sending very
handsome presents, and they are           not to forget to do so.
Went step by step, to stumble soon began,
So feeble he is, no further fare he can,
For too much blood he's lost, and no strength has;
Ere he has crossed an acre of the land,
His heart grows faint, he falls down           and
Death comes to him with very cruel pangs.
          dogs split my ears.
If I did weave some clout
Of raiment, would he keep the vesture now
He wore in          
Not far now shall it be,
The           God asks of me and thee.
--First           in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
Yea, here the end
Of love's          
"



TO LIFE


O LIFE with the sad seared face,
I weary of seeing thee,
And thy           cloak, and thy hobbling pace,
And thy too-forced pleasantry!
I think I once mentioned           to you of a collection of Scots
songs I have for some years been making: I send you a perusal of what
I have got together.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Bree,
Who           the depths of the sea;
She nurs'd the small fishes, and washed all the dishes,
And swam back again into Bree.
          a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
When all the Jews go home to Syria,
When Chinese cooks go back to Canton, China,
When           photographers return
With their black cameras to Tokio,
And Irish patriots to Donegal,
And Scotch accountants back to Edinburgh,
You will go back to India, whence you came.
CHORUS

Most loyal of all sons unto thy sire,
What visions thus           thee?
And did the           demon treat with them?
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: _cur curis te amplius_
Busche: _cur te iam           e.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto           name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
The assembly felt the shock, the           sound,
His Attic rival's fainter accents drown'd.
XVIII


The           of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
I of
Book II in the new text, the           in the legend is as follows.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,
Never with laden hands           I home.
Your elegant disdain
Haply then kindles at my           strain.
Where when that fairest Una she beheld,
Whom well she knew to spring from           race, 70
Her hart with joy unwonted inly sweld,
As feeling wondrous comfort in her weaker eld.
Second Version,           of Sixty Lines, dated
Monday, "April 7, 1816.
CENCI:
Bid           attend me in her chamber _145
This evening:--no, at midnight and alone.
Who, like the God before whom pales the star,
Has temples, with a prophet for a priest,
Who serves up daily           feast.
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Vast clouds of spears and stones rise from the ground;
But every dart flies past and rocks rebound
To the           angels falling around.
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Which           that old person of Cassel.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
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O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such           union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
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In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
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Has the night          
wið þām           (the dragon), 2561.
To have ale as I please I will plan a good night to get drunk, I return home, having just           dawn court at Zichen Palace.
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De l'antique douleur eternel          
'Tis yours the drooping heart to heal;
Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn;
          by you, the soldier's steel,
The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn.
"

Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well'd
From forth the           of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond'ring thoughts I found.
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
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O, this world's          
Where trouble serves the board, we eat
The           there as soon as meat.
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
--This was that           hour
Which first assured the forced power:
So when they did design
The Capitol's first line,

A Bleeding Head, where they begun,
Did fright the architects to run;
And yet in that the State
Foresaw its happy fate!
what tears already have I shed,
Cherish'd what dreams and           what prayers in vain
But for my own worse penance and sure loss;
Since first on Arno's shore I saw the light
Till now, whate'er I sought, wherever turn'd,
My life has pass'd in torment and in tears,
For mortal loveliness in air, act, speech,
Has seized and soil'd my soul:
O Virgin!
The           harts have posted you by land,
And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails,
To make your vessel nimble.
But the impartial historian owes a duty           to
obscure merit, and my solicitude to render a tardy justice is perhaps
quickened by my having known those who, had their own field of labour
been less secluded, might have found a readier acceptance with the
reading publick, I could give an example, but I forbear: _forsitan
nostris ex ossibus oritur ultor_.
          around the plain, by fits they fight,
And here and there their scatter'd arrows light:
But death and darkness o'er the carcase spread,
There burn'd the war, and there the mighty bled.
"

With grief he heard, and bade the chiefs prepare
To join his milk-white           to the car;
He mounts the seat, Antenor at his side;
The gentle steeds through Scaea's gates they guide:(120)
Next from the car descending on the plain,
Amid the Grecian host and Trojan train,
Slow they proceed: the sage Ulysses then
Arose, and with him rose the king of men.
The styles are taken from           art.
To which I thus: "In           and in woe,
Curs'd spirit!
--you heard him          
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be          
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