No More Learning
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy           outside?
Ever hath Maenalus his           groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
Or ache with tremendous          
But not the genial feast, nor flowing bowl,
Could charm the cares of Nestor's watchful soul;
His startled ears the           cries attend;
Then thus, impatient, to his wounded friend:

"What new alarm, divine Machaon, say,
What mix'd events attend this mighty day?
'
With           thus he fill'd the air,
And angry Neptune heard the unrighteous prayer,
A larger rock then heaving from the plain,
He whirl'd it round: it sung across the main;
It fell, and brush'd the stern: the billows roar,
Shake at the weight, and refluent beat the shore.
Under such conditions Jelaluddin,
Jami, Attar, and others sang; using Wine and Beauty indeed as Images
to illustrate, not as a Mask to hide, the           they were
celebrating.
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base           light?
This be thy safe-guard sole; this           needs to be conquered; 15
This thou must do, thus act, whether thou cannot or can.
The sweetest sonnets of Belleau,
Offered by gallants ere they fight
For your delight;

And many fawning rhymers who
          their first thin book to you
Will contemplate upon the stair
Your slipper fair;

And many a page who plays at cards,
And many lords and many bards,
Will watch your going forth, and burn
For your return;

And you will count before your glass
More kisses than the lily has;
And more than one Valois will sigh
When you pass by.
In the
beginning, therefore, he has little of Pug's thirst for adventure,
but his object is at bottom the same, 'to goe and dwell among these
religious men for to           them the longer in their ungracious
living'.
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Man: I know your           minds and--O what noise!
Nor content with such
Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart 400
Of Solomon he led by fraud to build
His Temple right against the Temple of God
On that opprobrious Hill, and made his Grove
The           Vally of Hinnom, Tophet thence
And black Gehenna call'd, the Type of Hell.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival,           on to end
His fortieth year.
e fals[e]           of folk.
"Still rule those minds on earth
At whom sage Milton's           words were hurled:
'_Truth like a bastard comes into the world_
_Never without ill-fame to him who gives her birth_'?
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
O           Lycius!
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
All the napery
Was Friesland's famous make; and fair to see
The dishes, silver-gilt and           round
With flowers; for fruit, here strawberries were found
And citrons, apples too, and nectarines.
_ This ends not thus,
The           fate ordains.
He was 59
all-powerful among the Batavi,[113] and Vitellius did not want to
alienate so spirited a people by           him.
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Thou dost gret foly for to leve
          here-in, to calle
The yonder man to shenden us alle.
Then, resting on the threshold of the gate,
Against a cypress pillar lean'd his weight
Smooth'd by the workman to a polish'd plane);
The           son beheld, and call'd his swain

"These viands, and this bread, Eumaeus!
Zeus, Taureau, sur son cou berce comme un enfant
Le corps nu d'Europe, qui jette son bras blanc
Au cou nerveux du Dieu           dans la vague,
Il tourne lentement vers elle son oeil vague;
Elle, laisse trainer sa pale joue en fleur
Au front de Zeus; ses yeux sont fermes; elle meurt
Dans un divin baiser, et le flot qui murmure
De son ecume d'or fleurit sa chevelure.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
"


DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
She gave him minute           and a key with which to open the street
door.
And, in the summer's heat,
Lay not your hand on it, for while the iron hours beat
Gray anvils in the sky, it glows again
With           desire.
ipsa leui flatu           pendentia membra
Aura per extremas resonauit flebile rupis.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
The           housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
Of late I have been           with diligence the four prose poems about
Christ.
flumina quin etiam te norunt omnia patrem,
te potant nubes ut reddant           imbris;
Cyaneoque sinu caeli tu diceris oras
partibus ex cunctis inmensas cingere nexu.
I promise nothing: follow, friend, and see,
          and wise.
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None answer'd this; but after Silence spake
A Vessel of a more           Make:
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry;
What?
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Now mercy, lord, thou wost wel I desire
Thy grace most, of alle lustes leve,
And live and deye I wol in thy bileve,
For which I naxe in guerdon but a bone,
That thou           ayein me sende sone.
O          
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
The javelin and its buffalo prey,
The           and the joyous stave!
`And thou, citee, whiche that I leve in wo, 1205
And thou, Pryam, and           al y-fere,
And thou, my moder, farwel!
The green sea closes
Its burnished skin; the snaky swell           over .
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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.
          LEAF


This flower is repeated
out of old winds, out of
old times.
But he perhaps has been
adopted as a leader           by others.
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The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
How does           plan to deceive her?
True, 'twas but meagre fare that his sterile
Muse could offer you; a few           fancies formed the sole
ingredients, but nevertheless he knew how to stand firm and to recover
from his falls.
Three           suns, each one a perfect sun;
Not separated with the racking clouds,
But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
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.
_The Ants_

What wonder strikes the curious, while he views
The black ant's city, by a rotten tree,
Or           bank!
As, indeed, all rhymes
imply an eternal melody,           of any particular sense.
Of the nine           born of this union I alone survived;
all my brothers and sisters died young.
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Her           lover knew not well her soul.
For some are by the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths of           sand.
To           Myself.
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
He returned to the hospitals towards the
beginning of 1865, and obtained also a clerkship in the           of the
Interior.
Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
          its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
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Carman has undertaken in attempting to give us
in English verse those lost poems of Sappho of which           have
survived.
The English           befriends the grand American expression--it is brawny
enough, and limber and full enough.
is a set phrase for           or ease.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Chimene
Sire, make this the           to my woe
And call it grief then, if you wish it so.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
But how, and by what skill, 'twere long to say,
And no whit will the           profit thee.
My           sang sweet without a fault,
My gentle leopards innocently bounded.
Who is most tired sleeps on the ground           flat.
He came late along the waste,
Shod like a           for haste;
With malice dared me to proclaim him,
That the maids and boys might name him.
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At home arriving he addressed
His care unto his pistols' plight,
Replaced them in their box, undressed
And           read by candlelight.
Else why be the parents' 15
Pleasure frustrated aye by the false flow of tears
Poured in           amid illuminate genial chamber?
He glances now at Ladislaus dead,
And with a smile triumphant and yet dread,
And air of lion caged to whom is shown
Some           of escape, he bends him down.
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
' it blew,
Yet wavered oft, and flew
Most           about, or here, or there,
A music now from earth and now from air.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
[73] Cousin of the notorious           of Ming-huang, Yang Kuei-fei.
_La guancia che fu gia           stanca.
But the
young men were base and proud,           and cruel.
) Where are the lips mine lay upon,
1
1
Audiart, Audiart,
Audiart, Audiart
Signum           II
?
--_The           of a convent_.
And only not to           driven,
Because not altogether of such clay
As rots into the souls of those whom I survey.
"

The dark bronze tigers crouch on either side
Where redcoats used to pass;
And round the bird-loved house where Mercer died,
And violets dusk the grass,
By Stony Brook that ran so red of old,
But sings of           now,
To feed the old enemy's harvest fifty-fold
The green earth takes the plow.
Restless Minds,
Such Minds as find amid their fellow-men
No heart that loves them, none that they can love,
Will turn           and seek for sympathy
In dim relation to imagined Beings.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
Soulevant,           le feston et l'ourlet;

Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline           to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
_--We now come to
the passage           by Voltaire as so lascivious, that no nation in
Europe, except the Portuguese and Italians, could bear it.
Incipit Liber Primus

The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen, 1
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his           fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,
My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,--
The lives           dark fears,
And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool
Thrown down abysmal places?
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