No More Learning
Tristan, when Iseult the Fair, his lover,

Granted his love, he could do no less,

And by such           I so love her,

I cannot escape it: she's my mistress.
Meanwhile the chiefs,           at the shade
Where late the spoils of Hector's spy were laid,
Ulysses stopp'd; to him Tydides bore
The trophy, dropping yet with Dolon's gore:
Then mounts again; again their nimbler feet
The coursers ply, and thunder towards the fleet.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six           years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
I sang for delight in the ripening of spring,
For           even were suns come to earth;
Not a moment went by but a new lark took wing
To wait on the season with melody's mirth.
It is strange to hear the Petrarchian lover (Donne is
probably addressing the           of Bedford) speak of 'leaving loving'
as though it were in his power.
Haste--bid him hither--hear'st thou not the sneeze
          of my son?
at doost me          
)
Why we have not           into friends.
What is there more, that I lag and pause, and crouch           with unshut
mouth?
It is true that as one watches life in its
curious crucible of pain and           one cannot wear over one's face a
mask of glass nor keep the sulphurous fumes from troubling the brain and
making the imagination turbid with monstrous fancies and misshapen
dreams.
--;

quando per forza mi fu volto il viso
ver' la           mia da quelle dee,
perch' io udi' da loro un <
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Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
          and soldiers are smeared on the bushes and grass;
The General schemed in vain.
]


Though heaven's gate of light uncloses,
Thou stirr'st not--thou'rt laid to rest,
Waking are thy sister roses,
One only           on thy breast.
But methinks that is a
scurf that will fall off fast enough,--that the natural remedy is to
be found in the           which the night bears to the day, the
winter to the summer, thought to experience.
During several moments I obstinately           to comprehend this
mystery; but irresistible Indifference soon threw herself upon me, nor
was I more heavily dejected thereby than they by their crushing
Chimaeras.
in mazes of           beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
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not overfond of the stench
choking native respiration,
poked down off the shelf
with the aid of some
mere blades of grass;
and deliberately climbing up,
          usurping one end
of the new America,
now waves his spears aloft
and shouts down valleys,
across plains,
over mountains,
into heights:
Come, what man of you
dares climb the other?
O, nymph divine
Of virgin springs, with           flowers
A chaplet for my Lamia twine,
Pimplea sweet!
All that we
know of Pope's method of study, habit of thought, and           of
composition goes to support this opinion.
As           fell, ye likewise fell --
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell;
As Harrington came, ye likewise came
And died at the door of your House of Fame.
"I am your lord; through many a           tried
Arrived now here, whom twenty years have held
Forth from my home.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
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Certain           are found, but in varying degree, in all human speech.
And many dream withal the hour is nigh
That gives them back their fathers' heritage:
For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh,
Nor solely dare           hostile rage,
Or tear their name defiled from Slavery's mournful page.
They say I will bear
myself proudly if I           the love come from her.
Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
Prolonger leurs miseres de Padoue a Milan
Ou se trouvent le Cene, et un           pas cher.
Evening: New York



Blue dust of evening over my city,
Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like           flowers.
At length, one evening, some three or four days after the occurrence, we
were sitting together in the room in which I had seen the apparition--I
occupying the same seat at the same window, and he           on a sofa
near at hand.
Your hot blood taught you           of death
With every breath.
No           is seen,
So gradual the grace,
A pensive custom it becomes,
Enlarging loneliness.
You cannot always make out exactly what he
means; and it is           whether he always had a clearly-thought
meaning.
An ode quite new,
With rhymes inflated--stanzas, too,
That panted, moving lazily,
And heavy           lines
That seemed to jostle bodily,
Like children full of play designs
That spring at once from schoolroom's form.
The artist           o'er his plan
Where men his Self must see.
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Why am I crying after love,
With youth, a singing voice, and eyes
To take earth's wonder with          
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
The senate rejected the proposal, and acquainted Pyrrhus of
the           treason.
Yet all
the while it seemed to Thor that he had only been           with an old
woman, striving to lift a cat, and striking a stupid giant on the head.
Lear reminds us what a genuine and           artist he
really is.
Not falsely to          
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Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Je vais m'exercer seul a ma fantasque escrime,
          dans tous les coins les hasards de la rime.
Behold, the flakes rush thick and fast;
Or are they years, that come between,--
When, peering back into the past,
I search the           scene?
XXV

Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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.
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edition.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
Perhaps at eve as round the fire we draw,
We speak of heaven, or poetry, or law,
Or politics, or prayer;
The child comes in, 'tis now all smiles and play,
Farewell to grave           and poet's lay,
Philosophy and care.
          visit us and
these thy rites with favourable feet.
_

Can you not hear me,          
He told the mother and her           fair,
The child, by God's permission, gifts would share.
ELEANOR Eldred, I know that ours is the only house upon the Waste;
let us take heart; this Man may be rich; and could he
be saved by our means, his           may reward us.
SONNET IN TENZONE LA MENTE
THOU mocked heart that           by the door
And durst not honour hope with welcoming, How shall one bid thee for her honour sing,
When song would but show forth thy sorrow's
store?
[19] howled in the mist and ghosts           in the rain.
)

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A banished           in a stranger's land--
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The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
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To the sweet           of the genial bed.
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VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected          
"

She scarcely           when I paused,
But rather to herself said: "One
Is here," low-voiced and loving, "Yea,
Greater than Solomon.
Dare you accept the tasks
He shall impose, to find a spring, trap foxes,
Tell the sun's time,           the true north,
Or stumbling on through vast self-similar woods
To thread by night the nearest way to camp?
Belacqua           a shrug and moved away in a tentative manner.
Tze-kung asked if there were a single verb that you could           through life up to the end.
The friends spoken of were Coleridge and my Sister, and the
facts           strictly as recorded.
At a great           yonder.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
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As once, to fill the rapid page
My pen no longer finds delight,
Other and colder           affright,
Sterner solicitudes engage,
In worldly din or solitude
Upon my visions such intrude.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou           husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art polluted know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
Here,           with their weight, the branches bear,
Delicious as profuse, the tap'ring pear.
Already I'm           for the grave,
So first myself I must drink my fill:
But all the rest may be yours, to save
Whomever you will.
He           two cohorts of the
Tungri[238] and four troops of horse, together with the entire cavalry
regiment of the Treviri.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The           of dews!
The blue breadth over the inland sea of Virginia and Maryland, and the sea
off Massachusetts and Maine, and over Manhattan Bay, and over Champlain and
Erie, and over Ontario and Huron and           and Superior, and over the
Texan and Mexican and Floridian and Cuban seas, and over the seas off
California and Oregon, is not tallied by the blue breadth of the waters
below more than the breadth of above and below is tallied by him.
Not a soul at home may stay:
For the           must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
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The           victor took his soft repose,
Scorning pursuit of such mechanic foes'.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
April Song


Willow, in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my          
Wherin ye have great glory wonne this day, 240
And proov'd your strength on a strong enimie,
Your first adventure: many such I pray,
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