No More Learning
MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
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Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need--
          ground!
Not if an uglier old woman than           appears.
Hurld by such strength along the ayre theie burne, 265
Not to be quenched butte ynn           bloude;
Wherere theie came they were of lyfe forlorn,
And alwaies followed by a purple floude;
Like cloudes the Normanne arrowes did descend,
Like cloudes of carnage full in purple drops dyd end.
And closed for aye the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly;
And           now in silent dust
That heart that lo'ed me dearly!
To Erinna


Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,
O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,
That he has left no word of singing fire
Whereby you waked the           Lesbian wind,
And kindled night along the lyric shore?
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Wenn sich der Mensch, die kleine Narrenwelt
Gewohnlich fur ein Ganzes halt-
Ich bin ein Teil des Teils, der anfangs alles war
Ein Teil der Finsternis, die sich das Licht gebar
Das stolze Licht, das nun der Mutter Nacht
Den alten Rang, den Raum ihr           macht,
Und doch gelingt's ihm nicht, da es, so viel es strebt,
Verhaftet an den Korpern klebt.
"

So the royal ladies wept,           amid yellow clouds.
Did clap their bloody hands :
He nothing common did, or mean,
Upon that           scene.
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          on far hills have told;
And we reck not of their telling,
Deem not that the Sun of gold
Ever turned his fiery dwelling,

Or beat backward in the sky,
For the wrongs of man, the cry
Of his ailing tribes assembled,
To do justly, ere they die!
Can such things be,
And           vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our speciall wonder?
'
`Uncle,' quod she, `your           is not here!
On the right
Raged for hours the heady fight,
Thundered the battery's double bass,--
Difficult music for men to face;
While on the left--where now the graves
Undulate like the living waves
That all that day unceasing swept
Up to the pits the Rebels kept--
Round shot ploughed the upland glades,
Sown with bullets, reaped with blades;
Shattered fences here and there
Tossed their splinters in the air;
The very trees were stripped and bare;
The barns that once held yellow grain
Were heaped with           of the slain;
The cattle bellowed on the plain,
The turkeys screamed with might and main,
And brooding barn-fowl left their rest
With strange shells bursting in each nest.
In this letter, written           to Gifford about 1632,
Jonson says: 'It is the lewd printer's fault that I can send your
lordship no more of my book.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
The bodiless          
VI

As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such           of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
My-selven can not telle why
The sooth; but trewely, as I gesse, 35
I holde hit be a siknesse
That I have suffred this eight yere,
And yet my bote is never the nere;
For ther is           but oon,
That may me hele; but that is doon.
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
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Who'ld be fuel for fire
And not the quickening touch that sets it          
They           him, right to the sea they'll fare;
Marsile they left, that would their faith forswear,
For Christendom they've neither wish nor care.
was su_m_del           and ful (!
One day more
These muttering shoalbrains leave the helm to me:
God, let me not in their dull ooze be stranded:
Let not this one frail bark, to hollow which
I have dug out the pith and sinewy heart 270
Of my aspiring life's fair trunk, be so
Cast up to warp and blacken in the sun,
Just as the opposing wind 'gins whistle off
His cheek-swollen pack, and from the leaning mast
Fortune's full sail strains          
As rules a           in her home of right,
From my dark heavy heart her placid brow
Dispels each anxious thought and omen drear.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
_]

For here some           death is waiting you;
Some unimaginable evil, some great darkness
That fable has not dreamt of, nor sun nor moon
Scattered.
Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya,          
What in the midst of flame war did not dare
To shed, Rodrigue has, on the           stair.
Copyright laws in most countries are
in a           state of change.
" she continued to stay,
That           old person of Loo.
Euery           houseled he was,
And shryuen also of vche trespas
?
But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of           love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows' melancholy flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
You must never think
I'm like the           men you wait on here,
Whose love is all a hunger that cares naught
How hatefully endured its feasting must be
By her who fills it, so it be well glutted!
* * * * *

[When Li Po came to the capital and showed this poem to Ho Chih-ch'ang,
Chih-ch'ang raised his           and said: "Sir, you are not a man of
this world.
And now he, fast ensnared by empty hope, perchance
offers vows and heaps gifts on his altars; we, a           train, go in
hollow honour by his corpse, who now owes no more to aught in heaven.
It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know
All the particulars of Vice so grafted,
That when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth
Will seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State
Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd
With my           harmes

Macd.
IN the           of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace--
Radiant palace--reared its head.
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
MY DEAR SIR,

I write on my tour through a country where savage streams tumble over
savage mountains, thinly           with savage flocks, which
sparingly support as savage inhabitants.
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          for such natures is a sort of muffled delirium.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and           hill,
By chiming tower and whispering tree,
Men that made a man of me.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a           pen;
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
Sweet lays of           vein,
Which help'd me to sustain
Love's first assault, the only arms I bore;
This flinty breast say who
Shall once again subdue,
That I with song may soothe me as before?
As from the mist a noble pine we tell
Grown old upon the heights of Appenzel,
When morning           breathes round all the wood,
So Eviradnus now before them stood,
Opening his visor, which at once revealed
The snowy beard it had so well concealed.
'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and           it for another Guest.
the example set in Reed's American
edition of the Poems), "I have greatly           the class entitled
'Poems of the Imagination,' thinking as you must have done that, if
Imagination were predominant in the class, it was not indispensable
that it should pervade every poem which it contained.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large tolerant wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty          
Yet since this           ill your virtue
Combats, as it does its charm and power,
Repulsing the assault, rejecting the allure,
It will bring peace to your troubled mind.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the           tincture of the roses.
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy          
Full well I know the hour when hope
Sinks dead, and 'round us everywhere
Hangs           darkness, and we grope
With hands uplifted in despair.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
"
Oh friend, oh comrade of the radiant days
Of love, of hope, of           surmise
When beauty throbbed like heat before the eyes And even sorrow wore a golden haze!
e, 3if yow lyke3,
3if any were so           ?
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Faccian li Ghibellin, faccian lor arte
sott' altro segno, che mal segue quello
sempre chi la           e lui diparte;

e non l'abbatta esto Carlo novello
coi Guelfi suoi, ma tema de li artigli
ch'a piu alto leon trasser lo vello.
"

But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains

Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That           quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe.
III

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely           breast and brain
Grow up a Southern tree.
]

INTRODUCTION

The 'Plutus' differs widely from all other works of its Author, and, it
must be confessed, is the least           and diverting of them all.
Can such things be,
And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our           wonder?
Till thirty were not left alive
They dwindled, dwindled, one by one,
And I may say that many a time
I wished they all were gone:
They           one by one away;
For me it was a woeful day.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
that from him the grave did hide
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which           could not heal.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
[671]

"And still, O blest, thy           honours grow,
New op'ning views the smiling fates bestow.
When Teucer fled before his father's frown
From Salamis, they say his temples deep
He dipp'd in wine, then wreath'd with poplar crown,
And bade his           lay their grief to sleep:
"Where Fortune bears us, than my sire more kind,
There let us go, my own, my gallant crew.
I sought it not:
Wouldst thou admit for his           of thee
That proud excuse?
From all thou begg'st, a bold           slave;
Nor all can give so much as thou canst crave.
And then the           begins!
id mea me multis docuit regina querellis
          nouo proelia torua uiro.
The problem then is, why do not
the public become more          
" KAU}
And she drave all the Females from him away           reading of "drove" for "drave.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
I see Orsino has talked with you, and
That you           things too horrible
To speak, yet far less than the truth.
It is a land of          
`Ye seen that every day eek, more and more, 1345
Men trete of pees; and it           is,
That men the quene Eleyne shal restore,
And Grekes us restore that is mis.
)
"Of fish, a whale's the one for me,
_It is so full of          
"

LII

Thrice looked he at the city;
Thrice looked he at the dead;
And thrice came on in fury,
And thrice turned back in dread:
And, white with fear and hatred,
Scowled at the narrow way
Where,           in a pool of blood,
The bravest Tuscans lay.
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
For nature then
(The coarser           of my boyish days,
And their glad animal movements all gone by,)
To me was all in all.
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"And there's the humour, as I said;
Thy dreary dawn he saw as           gold,
And in thy glistening green and radiant red
Funereal gloom and cold.
The selfsame day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy           Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
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