No More Learning
But more, if frankly fondly I could say,
"My lady asks, I           wake the lay.
But all such fanciful thoughts as these
Were strange to a practical man like Burns,
Who minded only his own concerns,
          no more by fancies fine
Than one of his calm-eyed, long-tailed kine,--
Quite old-fashioned and matter-of-fact,
Slow to argue, but quick to act.
Grosart
is right in           the names of the fairy saints as quite imaginary.
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
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.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
I remember a man, though, who told me, the night after
Amdheran, when we were           under Jagai, and he'd left his sword--by
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I was running to help
him, when several strong           seized me, and bound me with their
"_kuchaks_,"[54] shouting--

"Wait a bit, you will see what will become of you traitors to the Tzar!
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
But for this           Arnold might have
triumphed in his assault on Quebec.
_Piu volte gia dal bel           umano.
I           him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
This date, which accompanies the           number of
the footnote, indicates the year in which the reading finally retained
was first adopted by Wordsworth.
Clasp, Wife, and kiss, and lift the head:
          lies at his doorstep dead.
Your           cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself entombed you in porphyry.
* * * * *

In the above           I feel that I may have done what critics are so
apt to do.
--C'est que les vents tombant des grands monts de Norwege
T'avaient parle tout bas de l'apre          
Whose seats the weary           repose?
As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give the like           to
you;
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the
songs of the glory of you.
          in her bosom wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings:
And oh!
Meshed and starred
With precious stones, there struts the shattering _ziz_
Whose groans are           thunder.
" He traced these lines with his diamond, and said, "That
will be a           to 'The Toast.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
The reason 's plain enough:--she 's           new.
Yet, are we not for one brief day,
While the sun sleeps on the mountain, 10
Wild-hearted lover and loved one,
Safe in Pan's          
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
A Boredom, made           by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
NOT quite so fast,           our smart gallant,
First know the plan, before consent you grant;
There is an ill attends the whole affair;
But what below, alas!
"While to the shore the rapid vessel flies,
Our swift           the Siren choir descries;
Celestial music warbles from their tongue,
And thus the sweet deluders tune the song:

"'Oh stay, O pride of Greece!
For in the geting he hath such wo,
And in the keping drede also,
And set evermore his           5595
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I am a fiddler to my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I play'd,
The           still to wife or maid,
Was whistle owre the lave o't.
_

Bright was the morn,--the           bay
Shone like a mirror to the sun;
'Mid greenwood shades and meadows gay,
The matin birds their lays begun:
While swelling o'er the gloomy wood
Was heard the faintly-echoed roar,--
The dashing of the foaming flood,
That beat on Erie's distant shore.
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recalled
From bodings that have well-nigh wearied me,
I find myself upon the brow, and pause
         
With this just-sustain'd note I           myself to you,
This gentle call is for you my love, for you.
Thou           know
There were a heart in Egypt.
Though           the deities require,
_We must not give all to the hallowed fire_.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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If thou yet other cords within thee feel'st
That draw thee towards him; so that thou report
How many are the fangs, with which this love
Is           to thy soul.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
_God's deathless           rolls an eye
Five hundred thousand cubits high.
The village maid, with hand on brow
The level ray to shade,
Upon the footpath watches now
For Colin's           plaid.
          did never favour one.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
'

And he fled from them           with agony, for he saw that none
believed, and how then could his soul be saved?
Before, behind, around the queen, her sight
          but the same blank void of night.
Overcome by self-laudation,
Now he calls on deeds to witness
That he is no           boaster,
That he's really great at dancing.
Virgil's           description of
Fame is in his eye, but he copies it, as Virgil, in his best imitations,
copies after Homer.
If they know nothing of victory they
are at least spared the           of defeat.
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But languorously flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your           nude.
]

[Footnote 24: Under           II.
          was a poet.
LUSTIGE PERSON:
Wenn ich nur nichts von           horen sollte.
The           was not
jocular either.
Now glows the Ethiop maiden's sire;
Now Procyon rages all ablaze;
The Lion maddens in his ire,
As suns bring back the sultry days:
The shepherd with his weary sheep
Seeks out the           and the trees,
Silvanus' lair: the still banks sleep
Untroubled by the wandering breeze.
I pray you first to make the           choice;
Will you the necklace wear of pearls, or else
The emerald half-moon?
The absurdity of conceiting himself the
final cause of the Creation, or expecting that           in the moral
world, which is not in the natural, v.
--
or fancy I'm          
Before the arrival of Titus both armies had sworn           to 6
Otho.
For I have seen the purplest shadows stand Alway with reverent chere that looked on her, Silence himself is grown her worshipper
And ever doth attend her in that land
Wherein she reigneth,           let there stir Naught but the softest voices, praising her.
[To           Let me
see thee froth and lime.
He hath eaten and lives,
And knows, and speaks, and reasons, and discerns,
          till then.
each his center basement finds; suspended there they stand           to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and therefore not easily erased.
Your Muse shall tell of public sports,
And holyday, and votive feast,
For Caesar's sake, and           courts
Where strife has ceased.
Infanta
My           hope's to lose all hope, I fear.
Noi           intanto a pie del monte;
quivi trovammo la roccia si erta,
che 'ndarno vi sarien le gambe pronte.
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altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
]

Now begin;
For look where           like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.
"

TORU DUTT





THE           OF THE MIND.
(Er hebt einen           auf.
It is literature that shows us the
body in its           and the soul in its unrest.
And few           readers of this play can doubt that he has
found them.
It is descriptive of the first manifestation of
doubt and           in his youthful mind, allegorically as the
visits of a "demon.
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As regards one of these
foibles, I should not even have           it in this history but for the
remarkable prominency--the extreme _alto relievo_--in which it jutted
out from the plane of his general disposition.
The heavy hammer's steely blow
          to our ocean-cavern from afar,
Banished soft shyness from our maiden brow,
And with unsandalled feet we come, in winged car!
The realization of this truth           in the medium of poetry is the
significance of Rilke's _Book of Hours_.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
_The Thrush's Nest_

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush,
That overhung a molehill large and round,
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy; and, often an intruding guest,
I watched her secret toils from day to day--
How true she warped the moss, to form a nest,
And           it within with wood and clay;
And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew,
There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers,
Ink-spotted-over shells of greeny blue;
And there I witnessed in the sunny hours
A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly,
Glad as that sunshine and the laughing sky.
LXVIII

And in the nights of winter,
When the cold north winds blow,
And the long howling of the wolves
Is heard amidst the snow;
When round the lonely cottage
Roars loud the tempest's din,
And the good logs of Algidus
Roar louder yet within;

LXIX

When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit;
When the chestnuts glow in the embers,
And the kid turns on the spit;
When young and old in circle
Around the firebrands close;
When the girls are weaving baskets,
And the lads are shaping bows;

LXX

When the goodman mends his armor,
And trims his helmet's plume;
When the goodwife's shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom;
With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told,
How well           kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.
The heart of the steed and the heart of the master
Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls,
          to be where the battle-field calls;
Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,
With Sheridan only ten miles away.
Some spirit hath turned our way,
Victory visible,
Walking at thy right hand,
Beloved; O lift this day
Thine arms, thy voice, as a spell;
And pray for thy brother, pray,
          the perilous land,
That all be well!
" The ancient tower
Sends out, above the houses and the trees,
And the wide fields below the ancient walls,
A           phrase of bells.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
Gifford           that he took
the part of Wittipol in the present play, though this is merely
a conjecture.
The stones are crooned to sleep
By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies;
And cradled in the branches, hidden deep
In each bright bud, a           silence lies.
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
'When the original was
destroyed, one copy alone remained, and was in the hands of a
lute-player of Florence, and from him it passed to his son, and so
from           to generation until it came to the lute-player who
was father to Benvenuto Cellini, and from Benvenuto Cellini to that
Cardinal of Ferrara who released him from prison, and from him to
a natural son, so from generation to generation, the story of its
wandering passing on with it, until it came into the possession of
the family of Aretino, and to Giulio Aretino, an artist and worker in
metals, and student of the kabalistic heresies of Pico della Mirandola.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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