No More Learning
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What           scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
Fair is the sun when first he flames above,
Flinging his joy down in a happy beam;
And happy he who can salute with love
The sunset far more           than a dream.
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
          so poorly.
said Enion           wretch!
Dammits soul was
in a           state.
As flavors cheer retarded guests
With           to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.
The Trojans are in no respects blockaded, and receive
          from their allies to the very end.
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INTRODUCTION


In the year 1914 the           Museum secured by purchase a large
six column tablet nearly complete, carrying originally, according to
the scribal note, 240 lines of text.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
To mark the choice they make, and how they change,
How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pan;
          still, like haggards wild they range,
These gentle birds that fly from man to man;
Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist,
And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list?
The broken           of dirty hands.
But then, like me, you ate
Food of a blessed _fete_--
The bread of          
--whate'er it be 'tis doubtless right;
Our friar, to console her, takes delight;
Thy           too is managed as before,
And anxious care bestowed upon thy store.
I love her with a love as still
As a broad river's           might,
Which, by high tower and lowly mill,
Seems following its own wayward will,
And yet doth ever flow aright.
He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos,           of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
Judith, if thy hot spirit beareth still
Indignant           of villainy,
Think, that thou hast no wrong from it.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
Thenne           roiend; oh mie rysynge feare!
Not that I need the threats of death to dread,
(Which He who loved us bore with greater pain)
That, firm and constant, I his path should tread:
'Tis but a brief while since in every vein
Of her he enter'd who my fate has been,
Yet           not the least her brow serene.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
To promise
me           to ward myself on parole, and then again to break your
treaty.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
Remember Cyclops, and his bloody deed;
The leader's           made the soldiers bleed.
Simaetha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou           Sicily?
e kny3t com hym-self,           his blonk,
Sy3 hym byde at ?
And then I thought there grew
Still waters on my sight,           and blue.
All the rest I omitted, as naturally as
one would the inside of an           shell-fish.
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
They now put their
hands, and partially perchance their heads together, and the result is
that they are the           tools of an imperfect and tyrannical
government.
Canto VI


Quando si parte il gioco de la zara,
colui che perde si riman dolente,
          le volte, e tristo impara;

con l'altro se ne va tutta la gente;
qual va dinanzi, e qual di dietro il prende,
e qual dallato li si reca a mente;

el non s'arresta, e questo e quello intende;
a cui porge la man, piu non fa pressa;
e cosi da la calca si difende.
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My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
You that woulde faygn the fetyve buyldynge see
Repayre to Radcleve, and           bee.
We've no           down there at all.
"Right," cries his lordship, "for a rogue in need
To have a taste is           indeed:
In me 'tis noble, suits my birth and state,
My wealth unwieldy, and my heap too great.
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The birds of the air, hungry and cold, went flying east and west;
And with them flew a migrant "yen," loudly           for food.
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her father took another mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted child, at her own will
Went           over dale and hill,
In thoughtless freedom bold.
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Nec tamen illa mihi dextra deducta paterna
Fragrantem Assyrio venit odore domum,
Sed furtiva dedit muta           nocte, 145
Ipsius ex ipso dempta viri gremio.
More remote and buxom-brown,
The Queen of vintage bow'd before his throne;
A rich           gemm'd her crown,
A ripe sheaf bound her zone.
XXXVII

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such           give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
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Yea, and alive in me: my spirit hath been
Enjoyed by the lust of the world, and I am changed
Vilely by the vile thing that clutcht on me,
Like           smoke eating into silver.
But close around the body, where stood the little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain,
No cries were there, but teeth set fast, low           and black
frowns,
And breaking up of benches, and girding up of gowns.
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Wood strawberries faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No           walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
He is not, indeed, very interested in
either; and it is unfortunate that, in managing the story of Aeneas (in
itself an excellent medium for his symbolic purpose) he felt himself
compelled to try for some likeness to the           and the _Iliad_--to
do by art married to study what the poet of the _Odyssey_ and the
_Iliad_ had done by art married to intuitive experience.
" With our modern
and altogether rational ideas of the absurdity and impiety of warfare,
we are not           in that frame of mind best adapted to sympathize
with the sentiments, and thus to appreciate the real excellence of the
poem.
Such his oath--
His, the bold warrior, yet of           years,
A bud of beauty's foremost flower, the son
Of Zeus and of the mountain maid.
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
|| _hic_
Giri || _hoc           fuisse_ Traube
11 _Cur q.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,
Lone mother of dead          
Alle men wole holde thee for musarde,
That debonair have founden thee, 4035
It sit thee nought curteis to be;
To do men           or servyse,
In thee it is recreaundyse.
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
--Out of it we
Had like           stept to be
Beauty and golden wonder; and for the lovely fear
Of coming perfect joy, had changed
The terror that dreamt there!
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
          ealdor, = _prince_, for eafor.
THE RUINED MAID


"O 'Melia, my dear, this does           crown!
Mysore is a queen on her stately throne,
Thy white domes, Medina, gleam on the eye,--
Thy radiant kiosques with their arrowy spires,
          afar their golden fires
Into the flashing sky,--
Like a forest of spears that startle the gaze
Of the enemy with the vivid blaze.
But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,
How 'twas wine that drove the           with the Lapithae to fight.
To           Cushman.
"

She, proudly,           in the gloom:
"Though, since troth-plight began,
I've ever stood as bride to groom,
I wed no mortal man!
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
"




THE BOY


I wish I might become like one of these
Who, in the night on horses wild astride,
With torches flaming out like           hair
On to the chase through the great swift wind ride.
In the Deroy portrait he wears a beard; he is there what Catulle
Mendes nicknamed him: "His Excellence,           Brummel!
          my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
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Reeds in a trice are sprouting and           in murmuring breezes:

"Midas, o Midas the King--bears the ears of an ass!
Great Jove beheld him as he cross'd the plain,
And felt the woes of           man.
Ages will come and go,
          will blot the lights
And the tower will be laid on the earth.
Mihi           deest.
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That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
--A man should so deliver himself to the
nature of the subject whereof he speaks, that his hearer may take
knowledge of his discipline with some delight; and so apparel fair and
good matter, that the studious of           be not defrauded; redeem arts
from their rough and braky seats, where they lay hid and overgrown with
thorns, to a pure, open, and flowery light, where they may take the eye
and be taken by the hand.
GOING TO THE           WITH A LITTLE DANCING GIRL, AGED FIFTEEN

Written when the poet was about sixty-five

Two top-knots not yet plaited into one.
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to           us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse--yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
Be not impatient--a little space--know you, I salute the air, the ocean,
and the land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
And sholde I preye, and weyve          
But Eugene
Stood as if struck by           fire.
And you are he: the deity
To whom all lovers are designed,
That would their better objects find;
Among which           troop am I;

Who, as an offering at your shrine,
Have sung this hymn, and here entreat
One spark of your diviner heat
To light upon a love of mine;

Which, if it kindle not, but scant
Appear, and that to shortest view,
Yet give me leave t' adore in you
What I, in her, am grieved to want.
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He would joke with hyaenas,           their stare
With an impudent wag of the head:
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
"Just to keep up its spirits," he said.
Dans le pain et le vin destines a sa bouche
Ils melent de la cendre avec d'impurs crachats;
Avec           ils jettent ce qu'il touche,
Et s'accusent d'avoir mis leurs pieds dans ses pas.
Whalley           adopted
the reading in both cases.
He chose the field; he saved the second day;
And, honoring here his glorious name,
Again his phalanx held           sway.
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"As I cam o'er Cairney mount,
And down among the           heather.
The horses plunged,
The cannon lurched and lunged,
To join the           rout.
I reel, I burn
Such another peerless queen
Sudden gusts came full of meaning

Tell me, maiden, dost thou use
Tell men what they knew before
Test of the poet is knowledge of love
Thanks to the morning light
That book is good
That each should in his house abide
That you are fair or wise is vain
The April winds are magical
The archangel Hope
The Asmodean feat is mine
The atom           all atoms beside
The bard and mystic held me for their own
The beggar begs by God's command
The brave Empedocles, defying fools
The brook sings on, but sings in vain
The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth
The cup of life is not so shallow
The days pass over me
The debt is paid
The gale that wrecked you on the sand
The green grass is bowing
The heavy blue chain
The living Heaven thy prayers respect
The lords of life, the lords of life
The low December vault in June be lifted high
Theme no poet gladly sung
The mountain and the squirrel
The Muse's hill by Fear is guarded
The patient Pan
The prosperous and beautiful
The rhyme of the poet
The rocky nook with hilltops three
The rules to men made evident
The sea is the road of the bold
The sense of the world is short
The solid, solid universe
The South-wind brings
The Sphinx is drowsy
The sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin
The sun goes down, and with him takes
The sun set, but set not his hope
The tongue is prone to lose the way
The water understands
The wings of Time are black and white
The word of the Lord by night
The yesterday doth never smile
Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes
There are beggars in Iran and Araby
There is in all the sons of men
There is no great and no small
There is no architect
They brought me rubies from the mine
They put their finger on their lips
They say, through patience, chalk
Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
Think me not unkind and rude
This is he, who, felled by foes
This shining moment is an edifice
Thou foolish Hafiz!
No pain now was mine, but a wish that I spoke,--
A mastering wish to serve this man
Who had           through hell my doom to revoke,
As only the truest of comrades can.
And hang a calf's-skin on those           limbs.
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