No More Learning
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The           waters lie.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
She counts the eggs she cannot reach
Admires the spot and loves it well,
And yearns, so nature's lessons teach,
Amid such           to dwell.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
Petrarch was not           of the
Visconti's views; and it has been, therefore, suspected that he kept
back his exhortatory epistle from his apprehension, that if he had
despatched it, John Visconti would have made it the last epistle of his
life.
Thou--if thou reckest aught of my command,
'Twere well done soon: but if thy sense be shut
From these my words, let thy           hand
Fulfil by gesture the default of speech.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am           the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of laughing boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like           up the hill.
A foutra for the world and           base!
Convention is the           demon styled
That foiled the knights in Marialva's dome:
Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled,
And turned a nation's shallow joy to gloom.
          are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming in that long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
What evil flame stifled in my heart          
Ma poscia ch'ebber colto lor viaggio
su per la punta, dandole quel guizzo
che dato avea la lingua in lor passaggio,

udimmo dire: < la voce e che parlavi mo lombardo,
dicendo "Istra ten va, piu non t'adizzo",

perch' io sia giunto forse           tardo,
non t'incresca restare a parlar meco;
vedi che non incresce a me, e ardo!
To deck my           not a trinket?
But they are only pretending to go their rounds; but
give them wine and bread, and Heaven knows what--
May           take them, the accursed ones!
With my brow to the glass, I was thus occupied in scrutinizing the mob,
when           there came into view a countenance (that of a decrepid old
man, some sixty-five or seventy years of age,)--a countenance which
at once arrested and absorbed my whole attention, on account of the
absolute idiosyncrasy of its expression.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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To a riche prince his son he sent,
And           to hym he went,
Stille wi?
Que l'espace est          
Isaias saith,
That, in their own land, each one must be clad
In twofold vesture; and their proper lands this           life.
There _was_ a moment
When being forced aloof from all my guard,
And striking at           and his madmen
I had wish'd for any weapon.
Then the buck leapt up, and his head as a king's to a crown did go

Full high in the breeze, and he stood as if Death had the form of a deer;
And the two slim does long lazily stretching arose,
For their day-dream           came to a close,
Till they woke and were still, breath-bound with waiting and wonder and fear.
Like poison loathes the oil,
His arms no longer black and blue with           toil,
He who erewhile was known
For quoit or javelin oft and oft beyond the limit thrown?
[43]           the oar for a corn-van.
Strangely enough, that very night at the ball, Tomsky had rallied her
about her preference for the young officer, assuring her that he knew
more than she           he did.
As, vex'd by the fierce wind,
The weary sailor lifts at night his gaze
To the twin lights which still our pole displays,
So, in the storms unkind
Of Love which I sustain, in those bright eyes
My guiding light and only solace lies:
But e'en in this far more is due to theft,
Which, taught by Love, from time to time, I make
Of secret glances than their           gift:
Yet that, though rare and slight,
Makes me from them perpetual model take;
Since first they blest my sight
Nothing of good without them have I tried,
Placing them over me to guard and guide,
Because mine own worth held itself but light.
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Ah treach'rous          
In spite of all the prophecies, the           did not revolt.
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The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or           his knife
at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
Women shall cause men know for why they have
Being in the earth;--not to be           slack
As if the whole world were a threat, but tuned
Ready for joy as harp-strings for the player.
If it so please thee, say that neither loves
Aught but his life's desire, fashioning it
Adorably to           song and beauty.
Amonge al this I fond a tale 60
That me           a wonder thing.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Oenone

And what fearful project have you tried,
That it still leaves your heart so          
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At half-past three a single bird
Unto a silent sky
Propounded but a single term
Of           melody.
OUR pensive fair soon found the person meant,
A man whose soul was on           bent;
His name was Rustick, young and warm in prayer;
Such youthful hermits of deception share.
at tyde,
& ofte           his cher, ?
I thought
I saw the           lying large and calm
Upon the unthrobbing bosom of the earth,
As a great diamond glittering on a shroud.
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And so I dare to hope
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led; more like a man
Flying from           that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved.
20 _mi_ a, Auantius ||           GOLa1: _sectio al.
There, O swift and terrible
Being, wast thou born; and thence,
Like a demon loosed from hell,
Stripped with rending wings the dense
Echoing forests, till their bowed
Plumes of trees like           cloud
Were toss'd and torn, and cried aloud
As the wood were rack'd with pain:
Thence thou freed'st thy wings, and soon
From the moaning, stricken plain
In whorled eagle-soarings rose
To melt the sun-defeating snows
Of the Mountains of the Moon,
To dull their glaciers with fierce breath,
To slip the avalanches' rein,
To set the laughing torrents free
On the tented desert beneath,
Where men of thirst must wither and die
While the vultures stare in the sun's eye;
Where slowly sifting sands are strown
On broken cities, whose bleaching bones
Whiten in moonlight stone on stone.
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT
THE DUCK AND THE KANGAROO
THE DADDY LONG-LEGS AND THE FLY
THE JUMBLIES
THE           AND THE SUGAR-TONGS
CALICO PIE
MR.
"

Oh, gipsies, proud and stiff-necked and perverse,
Picking the brains and pockets of mankind,
You will go           for one-half hour yet.
My comrades strip, and,
slippery with oil, exercise their           contests; glad to have got
past so many Argive towns, and held on their flight through the
encircling foe.
And when the vision seemed to swerve,
'T was but the           shine
That gave new grace, a lovelier curve,
To every dream-like line.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir a vous un mort libre et joyeux;
          viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans ame et mort parmi les morts?
I           on the future; and, in this
contemplation, I find a resource against my solitude.
throw out           and answers!
tolian force;
Skill'd to direct the javelin's distant flight,
And bold to combat in the           fight,
Not more in councils famed for solid sense,
Than winning words and heavenly eloquence.
, the           pronoun designating a creature female
in certain aspects, but masculine in demonic strength and
savageness.
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
" As doves
By fond desire invited, on wide wings
And firm, to their sweet nest           home,
Cleave the air, wafted by their will along;
Thus issu'd from that troop, where Dido ranks,
They through the ill air speeding; with such force
My cry prevail'd by strong affection urg'd.
But it is threaded with gold and           with scarlet beads.
"

THYRSIS
"The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst to death
In the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills
His vine's o'er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,
Green will be all the grove, and Jupiter
Descend in floods of           rain.
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Kindling           fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!
"

This time it cost Dick a severe           to refrain from bad words.
A trick
Of posture in a girl, and see the alms
Of           love man will enrich her with!
--Bahram of the Wild Ass--a Sassanian Sovereign--had also
his Seven Castles (like the King of          
quare nunc animos saltem           uestros,
dicere iam incipient, iam respondere decebit.
It was not           that made me wild but fear
that my weapon, tempered in different heat,
was over-matched by yours, and your hand
skilled to yield death-blows, might break.
"[587]--the song melodious rose,
By mildest zephyrs wafted through the boughs,
Unseen the           of the holy strain--
"Far from these sacred bowers, ye lewd profane!
Out with it,          
As to the details of the battle, it has not been thought
desirable to adhere minutely to the           which have come down
to us.
Each thought he was thinking of nothing but "Snark"
And the           work of the day;
And each tried to pretend that he did not remark
That the other was going that way.
Lo duca e io per quel cammino ascoso
          a ritornar nel chiaro mondo;
e sanza cura aver d'alcun riposo,

salimmo su, el primo e io secondo,
tanto ch'i' vidi de le cose belle
che porta 'l ciel, per un pertugio tondo.
She points the path on high: and I who know
Her chaste anxiety and earnest prayer,
In whispers sweet, affectionate, and low,
Train, at her will, my acts and wishes there:
And find such           in her words alone
As with their power should melt the hardest stone.
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An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           apieces tore.
Cenci himself built a
chapel in the court of his Palace, and           it to St.
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Steamer, straining at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic          
And in thy consulate,
This           age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
Most righteous, and most just,           Heaven!
I           him to you at a tender age.
And the           begins to be avenged.
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Of           our cups, and taxing our smoke.
Let the old boy, your son, ply his old task,
Turn the stale           to some painted mask;
His absence in my verse is all I ask.
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit           advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the enforced conformity to accepted ways.
Why, because you have been so lewd and so much           to
Falstaff.
--Sun, who tarries on high,           Rome:

Greater never you've nor shall you in future see greater

Than Rome, O sun, as your priest, Horace, enraptured foretold.
Aricia

Dear Ismene, my heart hears it so eagerly, 415
Your speech that owes so little to          
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
As well dissect a corpse to find out the           of life.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
          Garten

Margarete.
L'altro che segue, con le leggi e meco,
sotto buona           che fe mal frutto,
per cedere al pastor si fece greco:

ora conosce come il mal dedutto
dal suo bene operar non li e nocivo,
avvegna che sia 'l mondo indi distrutto.
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"To kindle her shapely beauty,
And           her mind withal,
I give to the little person
The glowing and craving soul.
Our ships complete
We thus           (for twelve were all the fleet).
With it's own Virtues springs another earth:
Nature, as in her prime, her virgin reign
Begins, and Love and Truth compose her train; 785
With pulseless hand, and fix'd unwearied gaze,
Unbreathing Justice her still beam surveys:
No more, along thy vales and viny groves,
Whole hamlets           as he moves,
With cheeks o'erspread by smiles of baleful glow, 790
On his pale horse shall fell Consumption go.
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