No More Learning
It is written with a running pen; so long as the verse keeps
going on, Morris seems satisfied, though it is very often going on
about unimportant things, and in an           manner.
"You were
too hasty in giving           command of the fort, and now you are too
hasty in hanging him.
oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
O           did God grant me my request,
And as a blessing with such pomp adorn'd?
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The           and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The bluebells in the azured wood.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
What else is the Palladium (with Homer) that kept Troy so long
from          
You answered questions as           as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
Burroughs too           expresses it,
"sounded all experiences of life, with all their passions, pleasures, and
abandonments.
']

[Footnote 22: In citing this           I use _TC_ for the two
groups _TCC_, _TCD_.
"--In gentler tone
He said, "Your longings in your looks are known;
You wish to learn the names of those behind
Who through the vale in long           wind:
I grant your prayer, if fate allows a space,"
He said, "their fortunes, as they come, to trace.
Enter           Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
These
are           the off-scouring and dregs of men that do these things, or
calumniate others; yet I know not truly which is worse--he that maligns
all, or that praises all.
Bleed, bleed poore Country,
Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure,
For           dare not check thee: wear y thy wrongs,
The Title, is affear'd.
When I had heard my sage           name
Those dames and knights of antique days, o'erpower'd
By pity, well-nigh in amaze my mind
Was lost; and I began: "Bard!
The people awaken
Which           slept;
Their palaces shaken,
Their offences unwept!
Decayed           trunks, like moonlight flecks,
Lit with phosphoric crumbs the forest floor.
Along a mountain's side secure they trod,
Steep on each hand, and rugged was the road;
When, as a bull, whose lustful veins betray
The madd'ning tumult of inspiring May;
If, when his rage with fiercest ardour glows,
When in the shade the fragrant heifer lows,
If then, perchance, his jealous burning eye
Behold a           traveller wander by,
With dreadful bellowing on the wretch he flies,
The wretch defenceless, torn and trampled dies.
          and ten I can remember well,
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

Rosse.
          anon,
Its cameo of the abjured one drew
Her musings thereupon.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Else           sex?
XXX

"Blest and thrice blest the Roman
Who sees Rome's           day,
Who sees that long victorious pomp
Wind down the Sacred Way,
And through the bellowing Forum,
And round the Suppliant's Grove,
Up to the everlasting gates
Of Capitolian Jove.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
At this day 570
I smile, in many a mountain solitude
Conjuring up scenes as           in freaks
Of character, in points of wit as broad,
As aught by wooden images performed
For entertainment of the gaping crowd 575
At wake or fair.
" In 1845 they were           to "Poems
written in Youth.
Our driver begins to lose
his load the moment he tries to           them to where they do not
belong, that is, to any but the most beautiful.
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
city of hurried and           tides!
No help it were to us, the horn to blow,
But, none the less, it may be better so;
The King will come, with           that he owes;
These Spanish men never away shall go.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
Lo, now that body is the song whereof
Spirit is mood, knoweth not our          
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
There were the sordid           shops--
The grocer's, and the shops for women,
The shop where I bought transfers,
And the piano and gramaphone shop
Where I used to stand
Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures
Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone.
Austin, 'Old World Idylls,'           a Copy of.
I saw its turrets in a blaze,
Their crackling battlements all cleft,
And the hot lead pour down like rain
From off the           and blackening roof,
Whose thickness was not vengeance-proof.
The King of Aragon is James I, cousin of Count Raymond           IV.
In the _Alcestis_, as it stands, the
famous act of           is a datum of the story.
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins encircled are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of           stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
A tranquil peace, alloy'd by no distress,
Such as in heaven eternally abides,
Moves from their lovely and           smile.
The outlines of his figure, exceedingly
lean, but much above the common height, were rendered           distinct,
by means of a faded suit of black cloth which fitted tight to the skin,
but was otherwise cut very much in the style of a century ago.
A FOREWORD


When the first Miscellany of American Poetry appeared in 1920,
innumerable were the questions asked by both readers and reviewers of
publishers and           alike.
SHE           his advice: avenged the wrong;
And naught omitted, pleasures to prolong.
111: "The funeral tapers
(however thought of by some) are of the same           import.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Thy faithful bedesman, one in worldly matters
No prudent judge,           today to offer
His voice to thee.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Without eye I see, and without tongue I playne;
I desyre to perishe, yet aske I health;
I love another, and yet I hate my self;
I feede in sorrow and laughe in all my payne,
Lykewyse           me both death and lyf,
And my delight is cawser of my greif.
And, for the deed of death, trust it to God
That it be well done,           of,
And not to loss!
Lastly, he is very young, and is swept away by his
sister's           nature.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
[Sidenote: Through every sphere she (the mind) runs where night is
most           and where the sky is decked with stars, until she
reaches the heaven's utmost sphere--]

[Sidenote: [* fol.
And thou shalt see my thoughts, all consecrate,
Like candles set before thy flower-strewn shrine,
O Queen of Virgins, and the taper-shine
Shall glimmer star-like in the vault of blue,
With eyes of flame for ever           you.
In the tent palace black headgear lines up,1 at           gate white gowns shine.
Now,           doubt succeeds to long despair;
Shall I my virgin nuptial vow revere;
And, joining to my son's my menial train,
Partake his counsels, and assist his reign?
          to Byzantium, when he grew
Weary of Tyber, bore the tent of old.
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F[or] to telle of ?
At length in the year
of the city 378, both parties mustered their whole           for
their last and most desperate conflict.
Moult est fos haus homs qui est          
Whatever that
secret is, the charm of it never fails after all these years to keep the
poems preserved with a freshness and vitality, which are the qualities
of           genius.
Once upon a           dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'They have brought one legion across from Britain,
others have been           from Spain, or are on their way from
Italy.
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THE           ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
Hee's heere in double trust;
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,
Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,
Who should against his           shut the doore,
Not beare the knife my selfe.
At first I dwelt
Whole days and days in sheer astonishment;
          utterly of self-intent;
Moving but with the mighty ebb and flow.
Poor tottering dame, it was too plainly known,
Her daughter's dying hastened on her own,
For from the day the tidings reached her door
She took to bed and looked up no more,
And, ere again another year came round,
She, well as Jane, was laid within the ground;
And all were grieved poor Goody's end to see:
No better neighbour entered house than she,
A           soul, with no abusive tongue,
Trig as new pins, and tight's the day was long;
And go the week about, nine times in ten
Ye'd find her house as cleanly as her sen.
CCIV

In           is Charles entered,
Begins to weep for those he finds there dead;
Says to the Franks: "My lords, restrain your steps,
Since I myself alone should go ahead,
For my nephew, whom I would find again.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
Ah why refuse the           bliss?
To this he nothing offered in reply,
Though oft his           bosom heaved a sigh.
The rumour of our onward course now brings
A steady rustle, as of some strange ship
Darkling with           sail all set and amply filled
By volume of an ever-constant air,
At fullest night, through seas for ever calm,
Swept lovely and unknown for ever on.
SQUIRE



ELEGY

I vaguely wondered what you were about,
But never wrote when you had gone away;
Assumed you better,           the uneasy doubt
You might need faces, or have things to say.
Is your sole virtue committing          
'

Fie, fie,          
what a
huge great part of this cake he kept for          
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
          our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
A Plebeian, even though, like Lucius Siccius, he were
distinguished by his valor and           of war, could serve only
in subordinate posts.
'
          ask'd an oath, to vouch the truth,
And fix dominion on the favour'd youth.
Et le soir aux rayons de lune qui lui font
Aux           du cul des bavures de lumiere,
Une ombre avec details s'accroupit sur un fond
De neige rose ainsi qu'une rose tremiere.
I sank my head against the dark wall;
Called to a           times, I did not turn.
'--such a one can only be answered with another question: 'Is
Pierrot like a man, and has it been put beyond           that
Pontius Pilate was hanged for beating his wife?
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
Would the sycophants of him
Now so deaf to duty's prayer,[nw]
Were his borrowed glories dim,
In his native           share?
Grand are the forms of this body and nobly           each member.
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.
The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:--ah, that horrible,
Horrible          
When poets lachrymose recite
Beneath the eyes of ladies bright
Their own productions, some insist
No greater           can exist
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Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
Behold me here
Brought down to slave's estate, and far away
Wanders Orestes,           from the wealth
That once was thine, the profit of thy care,
Whereon these revel in a shameful joy.
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In this best of          
masiis_ O:           B m.
Be brave in trouble; meet distress
With           front; but when the gale
Too prosperous blows, be wise no less,
And shorten sail.
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