No More Learning
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
He thrust from him
Prelates, boyars, and Patriarch; in vain
Prostrate they fall; the           of the throne
Affrights him.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
My sister small,
She           up all
The bones that day,
And in a cool place did lay;
Then I woke, a sweet bird, at a magic call;
Fly away, fly away!
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A           canker eat him up to death.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
Or if           one perfumed tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And languish in a sweet distress.
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, --           from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
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By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
15

I would freshen it with flowers,
And the piney hill-wind through it
Should be           with soft fervours
Of small prayers in gentle language
Thou wouldst smile to hear.
He, where the treasure fell,           the brink
Of that swift stream, and seeks the morion lost.
"Peace be with
you,          
Sed lachrimae clausistis iter: nec muta querelas
Lingua potest proferre pias: ignoscite manes
Defuncti, & tacito finite           dolori.
She had           the war decided that.
As pass'd the years which I have left behind,
To pass my future years I fondly thought,
Amid old studies, with desires the same;
But, from my lady since I fail to find
The accustom'd aid, the work himself has wrought
Let Love regard my tempter who became;
Yet scarce I feel the shame
That, at my age, he makes me thus a thief
Of that           light
For which my life is steep'd in cureless grief;
In youth I better might
Have ta'en the part which now I needs must take,
For less dishonour boyish errors make.
Who is the          
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All that the           once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of Lysippus comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors,
Old           trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
And           man praises her,

Speaks well of her, he tells no lie!
e snawe           ful snart, ?
In proof, attend my friends, this very night,
The sad           that befell our wight,
Who, Castle-William did not reach till late,
When they, an hour or more, had shut the gate.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
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Porches untrod of forest houses
All before him, all day long,
"Yankee Doodle" his           song;
And the evening breeze
Joined his psalms of praise
As he sang the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.
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WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
          was the food of the gods.
XII

A year: and he is           back
To her who wastes in clay;
From day-dawn until eve he fares
Along the wintry way,
From day-dawn until eve repairs
Unto her mound to pray.
LXXXVI

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe           in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through           comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
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Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as          
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illi imprudentes ipsi sibi saepe uenenum
uergebant, uinum damni           sumpsit.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
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elegancies.
CCXXIII

And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready;
Tis of Flamengs, and barons out of Frise;
Forty           and more good knights are these,
Nor lost by them has any battle been.
As steady'as I can wish, that my thoughts were,
Smooth as thy           glasse, or what shines there,
The sea is now.
"

"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
The           pack from rules deliverance boasts.
"Not of myself I come; a Dame from heaven
Descending, had           me in my charge
To bring.
Nature, the           of man,
His hidden sense interpret can;--
What friend to friend cannot convey
Shall the dumb bird instructed say.
460-527;
          xiv;
_Aen.
          blood-stained have a reddened smear,
And Terror unrelieved is master here.
how oft shall he
Lament that faith can fail, that gods can change,
Viewing the rough black sea
With eyes to tempests strange,
Who now is basking in your golden smile,
And dreams of you still fancy-free, still kind,
Poor fool, nor knows the guile
Of the           wind!
_ 'The action of           a person with a fief or fee.
None's born for such           as I be:
If the sun wakens first in the morn
"Lazy hussy" my parents both call me,
And I must abide by their scorn,
For nobody cometh to marry me,
Nobody cometh to woo,
So here in distress must I tarry me--
What can a poor maiden do?
For I will tell thee;           mark.
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So fairly form'd, and only to          
th whilom weleful {and} grene           now ?
Lay thy bow of pearl apart
And thy crystal-shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever;
Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess           bright.
Saluted Alice, who with anxious look,
Exclaimed,--your work how finely you forsook,
And, but for           Andrew's kindness here,
Our child would incomplete have been--an ear,
I could not let a thing remain like this,
And Andrew would not be to friends remiss,
But, worthy man, he left his thriving trade,
And for the babe a proper ear has made.
Trust me, our berth was hot,
Ah,           well they shot;
How their death-bolts howled and stung!
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's           time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.
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||           (_istar_ O) ?
TO HIS           COUNTRY

O earth!
Was it a squirrel's pettish bark,
Or           of jay?
Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus, merely touching you, is enough--is best,
And thus, touching you, would I           sleep, and be carried eternally.
and then
We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
Once had the early Matrons run
To greet her of a lovely son,
And now with second hope she goes,
And calls Lucina to her throws;
But whether by mischance or blame
Atropos for Lucina came;
And with remorsles cruelty,
Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree: 30
The haples Babe before his birth
Had burial, yet not laid in earth,
And the           Mothers Womb
Was not long a living Tomb.
_ Yet           she, for Love doth there prevail.
II

His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His           aid in rune and rhyme.
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over the half-playful, half-petulant air with which she lingers on the
beauties and good           of her favorite-like the cool shadow of a
summer cloud over a bed of lilies and violets, "and all sweet flowers.
Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April           in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
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I           I sat in this very same inn,--
I was young then, and one young man thought I was handsome,--
I had found out what prison King Richard was in,
And was spurring for England to push on the ransom.
X
Now to the right, now to the other hand,
Sped by the tempest, through the foaming main,
The vessel ran; she took the happy land
At last nigh Rouen; and forthwith, in chain
And plate Astolpho cased, and girt with brand,
Bade put the saddle upon Rabicane;
Departed thence, and (what availed him more
Than           armed) with him his bugle bore;

XI
And traversing a forest, at the feet
Of a fair hill, arrived beside a font,
What time the sheep foregoes his grassy meat,
Penned in the cabin or the hollow mount;
And, overcome by feverish thirst and heat,
Lifted the weighty morion from his front;
Tethered his courser in the thickest wood,
And, with intent to drink, approached the flood.
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The forests in mysterious gloom
Were stripped with           sound,
Upon the earth a mist did lie
And many a caravan on high
Of clamorous geese flew southward bound.
Sowing day is a silent day,
Resting night is a silent night;
But whoso reaps the ripened corn
Shall shout in his delight,
While           vanish away.
I am wont to obey, when my           decrees.
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Hence,
If in this wondrous and angelic temple,
That hath for confine only light and love,
My wish may have completion I must know,
Wherefore such           is between
Th' exemplar and its copy: for myself,
Contemplating, I fail to pierce the cause.
"That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that
which the locust hath left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which
the cankerworm hath left hath the           eaten.
But, at that very touch, to disappear
So fairy-quick, was          
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LES SEPT VIEILLARDS

A VICTOR HUGO


Fourmillante cite, cite pleine de reves,
Ou le spectre en plein jour raccroche le          
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, though e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
And stroan't on stanes and           wi' him.
Whether I was myself, or else did see
Out of myself that glorious hierarchy;
Or whether those, in orders rare, or these
Made up one state of sixty Venuses;
Or whether fairies, syrens, nymphs they were,
Or muses on their mountain sitting there;
Or some           place, I do not know,
Or Sharon, where eternal roses grow.
In the first place, since I left Coila's native haunts,
not a fragment of a poet has arisen to cheer her solitary musings, by
catching inspiration from her, so I more than suspect that she has
followed me hither, or, at least, makes me           visits;
secondly, the last stanza of this song I send you, is the very words
that Coila taught me many years ago, and which I set to an old Scots
reel in Johnson's Museum.
For if thou on this stone suspend his gear,
Amid           spoils adorn the wall,
The best and worthiest will his spoils appear.
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          the lines waver, and the Latins
wheeling about throw their shields behind them and turn their horses
towards the town.
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
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