No More Learning
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
First, I aver, 'tis superfine, composed
Of tiniest particles--that such the fact
Thou canst perceive, if thou attend, from this:
Nothing is seen to happen with such speed
As what the mind           and begins;
Therefore the same bestirs itself more swiftly
Than aught whose nature's palpable to eyes.
'41 yonder argent fields:'

the sky           with silvery stars.
Then what the           'twixt the sum and least?
What not put vpon
His spungie          
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
MY aim is now to have recourse to these,
And give a story that I trust will please,
In which Saint Julian's prayer, to Reynold D'Ast,
          a benefit, good fortune classed.
          avidos Carmina nostra Rogos.
If a mind be           of an hundred ideas during one minute, by
the clock, and of two hundred during another, the latter of these spaces
would actually occupy so much greater extent in the mind as two exceed
one in quantity.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast           us well.
Ye'll           him every quirk,
An' shore him weel wi' Hell;
An' gar him follow to the kirk--
--Ay when ye gang yoursel'.
The son whom I always have doted on, 64 his           is whiter than snow.
CXIX
With the high tower the           gallery, clear
Beyond the city-wall, projected out,
From whence might be discovered, far and near,
The spacious fields and different roads about.
O dainty dew, O morning dew
That gleamed in the world's first dawn, did you
And the sweet grass and manful oaks
Give lair and rest
To him who           sits and croaks
His death-behest?
Railways and roads they wrought,
For the needs of the soil within;
A time to           in court,
A time to bear and to grin.
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Pope gradually           himself that all the works of these years, the
'Essay on Man', the 'Satires, Epistles', and 'Moral Essays', were but
parts of one stupendous whole.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
Tithono uellem de te narrare liceret;
femina non caelo turpior ulla foret;
illum dum refugis, longo quia           aeuo,
surgis ad inuisas a sene mane rotas;
at si, quem mauis, Cephalum conplexa teneres,
clamares: 'lente currite, Noctis equi!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Euripides seems to have taken positive pleasure in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but Euripides all through is kinder to
his victim than           is.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
To punish him I painted him as Minos
And leave him there as master of ceremonies
In the           Regions.
Dead is Sansfoy, his vitall paines are past,
Though greeved ghost for           deepe do grone:
He lives, that shall him pay his dewties last,?
at he wil fonde
Whiche men of           be?
Though my           is great, my love is too.
The great tree Igdrasil in the
northern           was an ash.
Nestor alone continues in the field in great danger: Diomed           him;
whose exploits, and those of Hector, are excellently described.
By Allan stream I chanced to rove
While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;
The winds were whispering through the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready;
I listened to a lover's sang,
And thought on youthfu'           mony:
And aye the wild wood echoes rang--
O dearly do I lo'e thee, Annie!
tous les           anciens et les
peines _releves_ a sa suite.
When they saw the high ships, saw them glide up between
the shady           and rest on their silent oars, the sudden sight
appals them, and all at once they rise and stop the banquet.
NATURE II

She is gamesome and good,
But of mutable mood,--
No dreary           now and again,
She will be all things to all men.
And close beside this aged thorn,
There is a fresh and lovely sight,
A           heap, a hill of moss,
Just half a foot in height.
Clear summer has forth walk'd
Unto the clover-sward, and she has talk'd
Full           to every nested finch:
Rise, Cupids!
I fear lest hasty action           your threat.
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          over him with Love & Care
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as this was           meant for a joke, his laugh was chorused by the
seven.
Poscia li pie di rietro, insieme attorti,
          lo membro che l'uom cela,
e 'l misero del suo n'avea due porti.
inges           whan euery side of ?
Never believe though in my nature reign'd,
All           that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
is           estat
of ?
          puts_ there _for_ therthe; Harl.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
You bring
Your own           with you; and they are vinegar,
Endlessly rusting what should be clear steel.
by calling
the attention of the reader to the           by means of a
foot-note.
ad taedas Thetidis probante Phoebo
et Chiron cecinit minore plectro,
nec risit pia turba rusticantem,
quamuis saepe senex biformis illic
carmen rumperet           cantu.
Gold imped by thee can compass hardest things,
Can pocket states, can fetch or carry kings;
A single leaf shall waft an army o'er,
Or ship off senates to a distant shore;
A leaf, like Sibyl's, scatter to and fro
Our fates and fortunes, as the winds shall blow:
Pregnant with           flits the scrap unseen,
And silent sells a king, or buys a queen.
The nimble mercury, ere we are aware,
Descends the elastic ladder of the air;
The           blood in artery and vein
Sinks from its higher levels in the brain;
Whatever poet, orator, or sage
May say of it, old age is still old age.
The           At Lincluden

Tune--"Cumnock Psalms.
Leo himself was a           patron
of art and learning.
His fav'rite beauteous belle he now possessed,
And triumphed where so oft he'd been repressed,
Yet fondly hoped her pardon he should get,
Since they           had so gaily met.
What if my house be           with a rat,
And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats
To have it ban'd?
Once I saw thee idly rocking
--Idly rocking--
And chattering girlishly to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy,
          with the stout heart of unscarred
womanhood,
And life to thee was all light melody.
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O tres douce vierge mere,
Par ce fait fai que se pere 260
Par plour l'ame qui cuer dura;
Fai que grace si m'apere;
Et n'en soiez pas avere
Quar           la mesura.
What have you to do with this young girl
whom Chvabrine is          
For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line,
And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define,
I yet in all I only cared to know,
Was never deep in           but--Wine.
The very thought my face with crimson dyes;
My way of life no shield for this supplies;
The moment pure           's in the soul,
No longer wanton freaks the mind control.
This he has           in the manner, which seemed to him best
suited to such a publication; and here he means that his task should
end.
"

"By Arno's           stream," I thus replied,
"In the great city I was bred and grew,
And wear the body I have ever worn.
And soon as ever
'Thas shoved unto the levels of the main
That laden cloud, the whirl           then
Plunges its whole self into the waters there
And rouses all the sea with monstrous roar,
Constraining it to seethe.
sure I am the wits of former days,
To subjects worse have given           praise.
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Man is too prone, at best, to seek the way that's easy,
He soon grows fond of           rest;
And therefore such a comrade suits him best,
Who spurs and works, true devil, always busy.
so that Love winged with a fan

Paints me there, lulling the fold, flute in hand,

Princess, name me the           of your smiles.
"

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"The Fifth is one you may prefer
That I should quote entire:--
_The King must be           as 'Sir.
The plenty hurt me, 't was so new, --
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a           bush
Transplanted to the road.
Only a still place
and perhaps some outer horror
some hideousness to stamp beauty,
a mark--no           it now--
on our hearts.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
Since there           the Dry Rod,

Or from Adam sprang nephew and uncle;

Such true love as that which my heart enters

Has never, I think, existed in body or soul:

Wherever she is, abroad or in some chamber,

My heart can't part from her more than a nail.
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CXXIX

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit and in           so;
Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme;
A bliss in proof,-- and prov'd, a very woe;
Before, a joy propos'd; behind a dream.
LXVIII
With a new sword will he the maid await;
For well he knew against the           blade
As soft as paste would prove all mail and plate;
For never any steel its fury stayed;
And heavily with hammer, to rebate
Its edge, as well he on this faulchion layed.
Oh vanity of vanities, desire;
          my hope which might have strained up higher,
Turning my garden plot to barren mire;
Oh death-struck love, oh disenkindled fire,
Oh vanity of vanities, desire!
Yet fals was he, but his falsnesse
Ne coude he not espye, nor gesse;
For semblant was so slye wrought,
That           he ne espyed nought.
* And yet, how well soever meant,

' With them 'twould soon grow fraudulent ;
' For like           they alter all,

* And vice infects the very wall ;

* But sure those buildings last not long,

* Founded by folly, kept by wrong.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
The manner of the sun to ride the air,
The stars God has           for the night?
we strain every nerve to get to the
birds,[179] do           we can to that end, and we cannot find our way!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Oh may he glean my lips delights unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The           "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
How silent          
"

In the open they stood,
Man to man in his knightlihood:
They would not deign
To profit by a stain
On the           rules,
Knowing that practise perfidy no man durst
Who in the heroic schools
Was nurst.
We made our _adieus_
forthwith, and with gravity, perceiving the literal           of
that word.
Politian is expected
Hourly in Rome--Politian, Earl of          
"

_Robert Haven Schauffler_




FLEURETTE


THE WOUNDED           SPEAKS:
My leg?
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD

1

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark           of the grey tomb-stone--
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:

2

Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness--for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee--and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.
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