No More Learning
I'll wander on, with tentless heed
How never-halting moments speed,
Till fate shall snap the brittle thread;
Then, all unknown,
I'll lay me with th'           dead,
Forgot and gone!
CXXII
"-- But did not love for you my will restrain,
By the eternal gods, I truly swear,
He should endure such           stain,
As I am wont to make his fellows share:
Him would I make of my long-nursed disdain
Of cowardice perpetual record bear.
To
what outrages is not the man of civil life          
Come le pecorelle escon del chiuso
a una, a due, a tre, e l'altre stanno
          atterrando l'occhio e 'l muso;

e cio che fa la prima, e l'altre fanno,
addossandosi a lei, s'ella s'arresta,
semplici e quete, e lo 'mperche non sanno;

si vid' io muovere a venir la testa
di quella mandra fortunata allotta,
pudica in faccia e ne l'andare onesta.
This quaintness is, in fact, a very powerful adjunct to
ideality, but in the case in question it arises           of the
author's will, and is altogether apart from his intention.
Canst thou not,           Jove!
= 'They must haue
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While he is still
refusing to admit the facts and beseeching her not to "desert" him, she in
a gentle but           way makes him promise to take care of the
children and, above all things, not to marry again.
Dostoievsky, whom Merejkovsky describes           as the man with the
never-young face, the face "with its shadows of suffering and its
wrinkles of sunken-in cheeks .
'Twas shame to broach, before to-day,
The Caecuban, while Egypt's dame
Threaten'd our power in dust to lay
And wrap the Capitol in flame,
Girt with her foul           throng,
By Fortune's sweet new wine befool'd,
In hope's ungovern'd weakness strong
To hope for all; but soon she cool'd,
To see one ship from burning 'scape;
Great Caesar taught her dizzy brain,
Made mad by Mareotic grape,
To feel the sobering truth of pain,
And gave her chase from Italy,
As after doves fierce falcons speed,
As hunters 'neath Haemonia's sky
Chase the tired hare, so might he lead
The fiend enchain'd; SHE sought to die
More nobly, nor with woman's dread
Quail'd at the steel, nor timorously
In her fleet ships to covert fled.
These Catilines their           gods did eat.
" methought she said,
"These eyes not yet from thee           their light.
How can I say
If there were poets in the paths of          
Grant me one line and I'm          
Thus a guest with composure will
To take a hand at whist oft come:
He takes his seat, concludes his game,
And           returning whence he came,
Tranquilly goes to sleep at home,
And in the morning doth not know
Whither that evening he will go.
Well,           has at least three hearts
That are not crying for a lad who's gone
Listening to the lean old Crowder, Death.
So through the           lanes they go,
And far into the moonlight dale,
And by the church, and o'er the down,
To bring a doctor from the town,
To comfort poor old Susan Gale.
That I forsook that life, was due to him
Who there precedes me, some few evenings past,
When she was round, who shines with sister lamp
To his, that           yonder," and I show'd
The sun.
How           for reuthe me bigyle?
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O I could sing such           and glories about you!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
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All workers of iniquity
Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly
The bloodi' and           man God doth detest.
Then           horns began to blow;
And we heard a shout, and a heavy tramp,
And our horses snorted in the damp
Night-air of the meadows green and wide,
And in a moment, side by side,
So close, they must have seemed but one,
The shadows across the moonlight run,
And another came, and swept behind,
Like the shadow of clouds before the wind!
She never found fault with you, never implied
Your wrong by her right; and yet men at her side
Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town
The           were gladder that pulled at her gown--
My Kate.
_

But enough of these have already           in the notes.
Who would have then divined that dead would lie
Like swaths of grain beneath the harvest moon
Upon these lands the ancient Belgae held,
From           beyond renowned Liege!
Time was her tresses by the breathing air
Were wreathed to many a ringlet golden bright,
Time was her eyes diffused unmeasured light,
Though now their lovely beams are waxing rare,
Her face           that in its blushes show'd
Compassion, her angelic shape and walk,
Her voice that seem'd with Heaven's own speech to talk;
At these, what wonder that my bosom glow'd!
At sight of him the people with a shout 1620
Rifted the Air           thir god with praise,
Who had made thir dreadful enemy thir thrall.
Walpole, for example, who cared nothing for poetry, spent large
sums in retaining writers to defend him in the journals and           of
the day.
[D]

X "This little Child, while in the school he sate 65
His Primer conning with an earnest cheer, [E]
The whilst the rest their anthem-book repeat
The _Alma           did he hear;
And as he durst he drew him near and near,
And hearkened to the words and to the note, 70
Till the first verse he learned it all by rote.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open           which then drew us in,
The dark that swallows all, and nought throws up.
She is in           garb,
and carries a large pitcher on her head.
I saw myself alone, unlit for the           of life,
shrinking at every rising cloud in the chance-directed atmosphere of
fortune, while all defenceless I looked about in vain for a cover.
I go without my clothes now,

One thin shirt for me,

For noble love           now

From the chilly breeze.
Your rights alone inspire this           in me.
Wander aloof do I,
Lean over gates and sigh,
Making friends with the bee and the          
"--think some:
Others--"How blest the           to come!
Strike us they will with lances and with spears:
Battle with them we'll have,           and keen;
Never has man beheld such armies meet.
dole meator, quisquis hoc legis carmen,
et ut meretur, anima,           accommoda.
Nay, he it was who           and enjoined me to seek thy grace and
draw nigh thy courts.
When kind, they're ev'ry blessing found below:
When           a curse we often know.
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These shall tie you and band you stronger than hoops of iron;
I, ecstatic, O          
Venulus too is sent to the town of mighty Diomede to seek
succour, to instruct him that           set foot in Latium; that Aeneas
in his fleet invades them with the vanquished gods of his home, and
proclaims himself the King summoned of fate; that many tribes join the
Dardanian, and his name swells high in Latium.
Prim Creed, with           point, forbear
To feature me my Lord by rule and line.
Such thou art, as when
The woodman winding           up the glen
At wintry dawn, where o'er the sheep-track's maze
The viewless snow-mist weaves a glist'ning haze,
Sees full before him, gliding without tread,
An image with a glory round its head;
The enamoured rustic worships its fair hues,
Nor knows he _makes_ the shadow, he pursues!
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How           this is, my dearest Praxagora, how clever!
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
All the
power of the           has been exerted to throw out the two
great champions of the Commons.
ou hem           & lere; 41
Wite ?
what are Body and Soul without          
The rule was that after three tragedies proper there came a play, still in
tragic diction, with a           saga plot and heroic characters, in
which the Chorus was formed by these Satyrs.
[Illustration]

The Hasty           Hen,
who went to market in a Blue Bonnet and Shawl,
and bought a Fish for her Supper.
Upon the           did they feed; 1798.
There, when new wonders ceas'd to float before,
And           of self came on, how crude and sore
The journey homeward to habitual self!
A weight
Of pitiable weakness thou must bear
And move as it were thine own strength; tell my heart
How not to sicken in abomination,
Show me the way to loathe this vile man's rage,
Now close to seize me into the use of his pleasure,
With the           that is terrible delight.
No, no,           is lost upon the people;
Act well--it thanks you not at all; extort
And execute--'twill be no worse for you.
High passion           in a sphere
That Art hath wrought of diamond clear,
-- A great heart beating in a tear.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
On the front
Of this whole Song is written that my heart 740
Must, in such Temple, needs have offered up
A           worship.
* * * * *





WALTER DE LA MARE



THE MOTH

Isled in the midnight air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into           and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!
How many summers lived
The           boy?
Johann           von Herder, b.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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[Sidenote F: They           rip the four limbs and rend off the hide.
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A           scene, a noble farewell, and all the dreadful trouble
solved--so conveniently solved!
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian           and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
What rumour without is there          
= The           in Greenland must have been
at its height in 1616.
Then stand with vs:
The West yet glimmers with some           of Day.
Wren,
Being free from modern scepticism,
A bottle for her rheumatism;
Also some           to take
In case of wind; an oval cake
Of scented soap; a penny square
Of pungent naphthaline to scare
The moth.
          thou must
Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
There lay the king, and all the rest supine;
All, but the careful master of the swine:
Forth hasted he to tend his bristly care;
Well arm'd, and fenced against nocturnal air:
His weighty falchion o'er his           tied:
His shaggy cloak a mountain goat supplied:
With his broad spear the dread of dogs and men,
He seeks his lodging in the rocky den.
The quiet           of death
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
It is           that this Thomas was the father of Thomas Heyrick, who in
1668 resided at Market Harborough and issued a trader's token there, and
grandfather to the Thomas who was curate of Harborough and published
some sermons and poems.
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My friend           will
not dispute the point.
The dying need but little, dear, --
A glass of water's all,
A flower's           face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the           sum.
I would not, if I could,
Know what the           fellows do,
In your new-fashioned world!
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
"

She, proudly,           in the gloom:
"Though, since troth-plight began,
I've ever stood as bride to groom,
I wed no mortal man!
Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and           a thing
In lifting upward, as in crushing low!
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
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