No More Learning
throw out questions and          
Ich halt es wenigstens fur           Gewinn,
Dass ich nicht Kaiser oder Kanzler bin.
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.
Full in their face the lifted bow he bore,
And quiver'd deaths, a           store;
Before his feet the rattling shower he threw,
And thus, terrific, to the suitor-crew:

"One venturous game this hand hath won to-day,
Another, princes!
e           hadden
by ?
to Phoebus' awful dome
A suppliant I from great Atrides come:
Unransom'd, here receive the spotless fair;
Accept the           the Greeks prepare;
And may thy god who scatters darts around,
Atoned by sacrifice, desist to wound.
          was the food of the gods.
I know that Parny's tender pen(42)
Is no more           amongst men.
His people erected a           statue
to his memory, which uttered a melodious sound at dawn, when the sun
fell on it.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R           their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
e cloude of
ignoraunce {and} ben           by felonous talent?
Yes, the slavish chain that bound him
          hath rent asunder
Atta Troll.
Rouze all thie honnoure, Birtha; look attoure
Thie bledeynge countrie, whych for hastie dede
Calls, for the rodeynge of some           power,
To royn yttes royners, make yttes foemenne blede.
Each Ajax, Teucer, Merion gave command,
The valiant leader of the Cretan band;
And Mars-like Meges: these the chiefs excite,
          the foe, and meet the coming fight.
How you've revered the           will of those ancient artists!
"'You may seek it with thimbles--and seek it with care;
You may hunt it with forks and hope;
You may           its life with a railway-share;
You may charm it with smiles and soap--'"

("That's exactly the method," the Bellman bold
In a hasty parenthesis cried,
"That's exactly the way I have always been told
That the capture of Snarks should be tried!
Thou felle in mischeef thilke day,
Whan thou didest, the sothe to say,
Obeysaunce and eek homage; 4645
Thou           no-thing as the sage.
Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of           210
C.
Longingly--I think of my friends,
But neither boat nor           comes.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
And some played curious viols, shaped like hearts
And stringed with loves, to light and ribald tunes,
And other hands slit throats with knives,
And others patted all the painted cheeks
In reach, and others stole what others had
Unseen, or boldly           at alien rights,
And some o' the heads did vie in a foolish game
OF WHICH COULD HOLD ITSELF THE HIGHEST, and
OF WHICH ONE'S NECK WAS STIFF THE LONGEST TIME.
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and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
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According to
that sentence fathered upon Solon, [Greek: Onto           kakon erchetai
oikad ekasto] This unclean spirit is skilful to assume various shapes.
Yes,           a kaiser is, and you
A king, O Ladislaus!
Strength is derived from spirits and from blood,
And those augment by generous wine and food:
What           son of war, without that stay,
Can last a hero through a single day?
Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear

          of Jeremiah, 15th Chap.
He nears a spacious mansion's gate,
By many a lamp illuminate,
And through the lofty windows views
Profiles of lovely dames he knows
And also           beaux.
Catching him up (for that was easy amid the rout), she
runs him through, and thus cries above her enemy: 'Thou wert hunting
wild beasts in the forest,           thou, Tyrrhenian?
          Early Poems.
'Twill murmur on a           years
And flow as now it flows.
Fool was I to dream
It ever could be          
The fear of me is the           of the world.
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Over him years had no power; he was not changed, but transfigured;
He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent;
Patience and abnegation of self, and           to others,
This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her.
[Sidenote: When in the circus you           the expectant
multitude with a triumphal largess?
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Approaching nearer and yet nearer, now
He fronts the weeping warrior, face to face,
Greets with a brother's love, and stooping low,
His neck           with a fast embrace.
"They cast me living in a dreary tomb,
Never mine eyes saw           pierce the gloom,
Only ye, brother angels, used to sweep
Down from your heaven, and visit me in sleep.
of Ulysses seems
Passing magnificent, and to be known
With ease for his among a           more.
_It's rais'd, to be the Raisers           and food.
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And if so be it happe thee
That thou thy love ther mayst see,
In siker wyse thou hir salewe, 2525
Wherwith thy colour wol transmewe,
And eke thy blood shal al to-quake,
Thyn hewe eek           for hir sake.
Hesitated so
This side the          
THE           OF THIS VOLUME.
--
Our noonday path over the           foam _505
Was beaconed,--and the glare struck the sun pale,--
By our consuming transports: the fierce light
Made all the shadows of our sails blood-red,
And every countenance blank.
Scarcely has any
modern book of poems shown so sure a touch of genius in this respect:
the magic, in a continuous glow saturating the           of every
picture and motive with its own peculiar essence.
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then,           niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
The           Cathleen must not be disturbed.
          in hys
?
Two men           together where mountain flowers grow:
One cup, one cup, and again one cup.
The Kiss


I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a           bird
That cannot reach the south.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O          
O something           and undemonstrable!
They objected to his way of           the services.
Now Earl of          
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
e           good q{uo}d she ?
So Luther thought the           long,
When doomed to say his beads and even-song;
But having cast his cowl, and left those laws,
Adds to Christ's prayer, the Power and Glory clause.
I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he           the Nervii.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
My Lord, I have seen your           son
Dragged by the horses nourished by his hand.
The Fathers of the City,
They sat all night and day,
For every hour some           come
With tidings of dismay.
In the
evenings they often talked of Margaret--Sherman frankly and carefully,
as though in all anxiety to           her as she was; and Howard with
some enthusiasm: 'She has a religious vocation,' he said once, with a
slight sigh.
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
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The order of God's creatures in
themselves is not only admirable and glorious, but eloquent: then he who
could apprehend the           of things in their truth, and utter his
apprehensions as truly, were the best writer or speaker.
es are
Silent           ?
Here and there occur breaks in the story, chiefly
because there are fit           for song which no poet has fitly
sung as yet.
For great and popular
men feign           to be servants to others to make those slaves to
them.
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your          
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
Derriere la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il           grouiller les galeux espaliers.
For
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(1)           Breedon.
And yet           was ne'er in any wood,
So wild a denizen, by night or day,
As she whom thus I blame in shade and sun:
Me night's first sleep o'ercomes not, nor the dawn,
For though in mortal coil I tread the earth,
My firm and fond desire is from the stars.
These nymphs, I would           them.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
Nor does this seem far from true, since his
surrender           in a few days' time.
Wherefore again, again, since seeds of things
Exist by nature, nor were wrought with hands
After a fixed pattern of one other,
They needs must flitter to and fro with shapes
In types           to one another.
Thou huntest taverns while she works for life;
But           'tis for her to act,
When thou art out, or naught would be exact.
High in the air the tree its boughs display'd,
And o'er the dungeon cast a           shade;
All unsustain'd between the wave and sky,
Beneath my feet the whirling billows fly.
She kept in time without a beat
As true as church-bell ringers,
Unless she tapped time with her feet,
Or squeezed it with her fingers;
Her clear           notes were sweet
As many a practised singer's.
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And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
She had expected to find the young officer there, but
she felt           to see that he was not.
There is in it a literal spell, not
acting along any logical lines, not attacking the nerves, not terrifying,
not intoxicating, but like a slow,           mist, which blots out the
real world, and leaves us unchilled by any "airs from heaven or blasts from
hell," but in the native air of some middle region.
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
Even in your infancy I prophesied and           your future.
_

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CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES           AND CO.
In flint and marble beats a heart,
The kind Earth takes her children's part,
The green lane is the school-boy's friend,
Low leaves his quarrel apprehend,
The fresh ground loves his top and ball,
The air rings jocund to his call,
The           brook invites a leap,
He dives the hollow, climbs the steep.
SPIRITUAL LAWS

The living Heaven thy prayers respect,
House at once and architect,
Quarrying man's           hours,
Builds therewith eternal towers;
Sole and self-commanded works,
Fears not undermining days,
Grows by decays,
And, by the famous might that lurks
In reaction and recoil,
Makes flame to freeze and ice to boil;
Forging, through swart arms of Offence,
The silver seat of Innocence.
"Tell me, was Werther          
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
Yes, all "await the inevitable hour;"
The           journey all one day must tread.
To fair and dance          
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