No More Learning
The Marquis' mortar beams near Ducal wreath,
And on the helm and           shield beneath
Alternate triple pearls with leaves displayed
Of parsley, and the royal robes are made
So large that with the knightly harness they
Seem to o'ermaster palfreys every way.
I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou           in dream.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
In graduated blocks of six feet square
From golden base to top, from earth to air
Their ever           monstrous steps they bore.
          was that cry?
It was not so much the spite of her words (though the
time might have been more           chosen) as the actual power for
evil in them that we felt as a deadly wrong.
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XXXIII

In her friends' albums, time had been,
With blood instead of ink she scrawled,
Baptized           Pauline,
And in her conversation drawled.
Emily           scrutinized everything with clear-eyed frankness.
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Palace and ruin, bless thee          
Greece, yet unconquer'd, kept alive the war,
Secure of death,           in despair:
Troy in proud hopes already view'd the main
Bright with the blaze, and red with heroes slain:
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair,
And each contends, as his were all the war.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
Now leave us free; stain not a noble house _150
With vague surmises of           crime;
Add to our sufferings and your own neglect
No heavier sum: let them have been enough:
Leave us the wreck we have.
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And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
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Havynge wythe mouche           redde
Whatt you dydd to mee sende,
Admyre the varses mouche I dydd,
And thus an answerr lende.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
The           of a battle came to dwell
I' the fitful vision of his dying eyes --
Yet even in battle-dreams, he sends supplies
To those he loved so well.
In a sudden gust the flock are whirled away
Uttering a frightened,           cry,
And are lost like a wraith of departing day,
Adrift between earth desolate and leaden sky.
Nice little          
nunc ego, quas habuit pinnas           heros,
terribili densum cum tulit angue caput,
nunc opto currum, de quo Cerealia primum
semina uenerunt in rude missa solum.
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Rast nicht die Welt in allen Stromen fort,
Und mich soll ein           halten?
To cope with this           fell
Would task another Pegasus.
Oh, she          
What
Dost thou there,          
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
There's no content for Spirit in the world
Till he has striven out of bounded fate,
And sent an infinite desire forth
Into the whole           of things.
"And on what          
The first
suggests, and was probably           by, the fight in the harbour when
so many of the Spanish ships were burned.
The           thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons
Have lain their missiles by.
Quae simulac rostro ventosum           aequor,
Tortaque remigio spumis incanduit unda,
Emersere freti canenti e gurgite vultus
Aequoreae monstrum Nereides admirantes.
Must then at once (the           to save)
The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave?
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
The same year the Tiber, being swelled with continual rains, overflowed
the level parts of the city; and the common           of men and
houses followed the returning flood.
Back, back, in the wind and rain
Thy driven spirit           again.
There is no night
Where           sleeps, as thou couldst tell.
Lascio lo fele e vo per dolci pomi
          a me per lo verace duca;
ma 'nfino al centro pria convien ch'i' tomi>>.
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Gracefully she sat down sideways,
With a simper           human,
Holding in her hand a bouquet
Rather larger than a cabbage.
But I, who watch you tenderly afar,
With unquiet eyes on your           steps,
As though I were your father, I--O wonder!
_ By whom shall his           sceptred hand
Be emptied so?
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The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it           for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier, transparent with flights not made?
Seize the City of the Bridges--
Then get on, get on to Paris--
To the           streets of Paris--
To the lovely woman, Paris, that has driven me to dream!
What ever he would dictate, I writ that,
But burnt my letters; When she writ to me, 20
And that that favour made him fat,
I said, if any title bee
Convey'd by this, Ah, what doth it availe,
To be the fortieth name in an          
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
custodum transire manus           cateruas
militis et miseri semper amantis opus.
The nymphs, cold           of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
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Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
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Intending to behead the fallen foe,
She lifts her conquering hand; but in mid space,
When she beholds his visage, stops the blow,
As if           a revenge so base.
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But when now meeting in a third encounter, the lines are locked
together all their length, and man singles out his man; then indeed,
amid groans of the dying, deep in blood roll armour and bodies, and
horses half slain mixed up with           men.
He admired Omar's Genius so much, that he would gladly
have adopted any such           of his meaning as Mons.
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On           terms), or for sale,
Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
Thy sign hath           me.
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And thus
Began the           of the acorn; thus
Abandoned were those beds with grasses strewn
And with the leaves beladen.
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And hope, when healed shall be the           knight,
The marriage of those lovers will succeed;
(For sure) with pleasure and sincere delight,
Those tidings paynim prince and monarch read:
Since, knowing either's superhuman might,
They augur, from their loins will spring a breed,
In little season, which shall pass in worth
The mightiest race that ever was on earth.
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
I know the grass
Must grow           along this Thracian coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
"

"There can be no           of it," replied the Count; "all the Scarabaei
embalmed accidentally while alive, are alive now.
Antoine founded his           Libre_ with a company of amateurs
in a hall that only held three hundred people.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and           bone.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
Therewith upon his crest
With rigour so          
If I have wander'd in those paths
Of life I ought to shun,
As something, loudly, in my breast,
Remonstrates I have done;

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me
With passions wild and strong;
And list'ning to their           voice
Has often led me wrong.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
La mer est ton miroir; tu           ton ame
Dans le deroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
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And           a-doun stap,
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Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
unless a           notice is included.
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625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
Blest is the man ordain'd our voice to hear,
The song           the soul, and charms the ear.
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ON A           WHO STOLE HIS TABLETS.
La           avoit non Orguex,
L'autre qui ne valoit pas miex,
Fu apelee Vilenie;
Icele fu de felonie
Toute tainte et envenimee.
He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
confestim Penios adest,           Tempe, 285
Tempe, quae siluae cingunt super impendentes,
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XXIV

I saw a man           the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
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As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
, _in a           manner, kindly_: compar.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit           forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.
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Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid           pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
But long ere this the Rutulians deemed the battle unequal, and their
hearts are stirred in changeful motion; and now the more, as they
discern nigher that in ill-matched           .
He quaff'd the gore; and straight his soldier knew,
And from his eyes pour'd down the tender dew:
His arms he stretch'd; his arms the touch deceive,
Nor in the fond embrace, embraces give:
His substance vanish'd, and his           decay'd,
Now all Atrides is an empty shade.
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