No More Learning
Her name was Jane, and neighbour's children we,
And old companions once, as ye may be;
And like to you, on Sundays often strolled
To gipsies' camps to have our fortunes told;
And oft, God rest her, in the fortune-book
Which we at hay-time in our pockets took,
Our pins at           on the wheel we stuck,
When hers would always prick the worst of luck;
For try, poor thing, as often as she might,
Her point would always on the blank alight;
Which plainly shows the fortune one's to have,
As such like go unwedded to the grave,--
And so it proved.
Art thou a           blossom 5
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
These bones, how they grind in the granite of frost and are          
For al among that fare 860
The harm is doon, and fare-wel          
is           of ?
So, indeed, is the tragedy of _The Trojan Women_;
but on very           lines.
But if the sense of touch whereby mankind
Is           seem such dear delight 580
Beyond all other, think the same voutsaf't
To Cattel and each Beast; which would not be
To them made common & divulg'd, if aught
Therein enjoy'd were worthy to subdue
The Soule of Man, or passion in him move.
Solace and joy seem false from those

Other girls, none share her worthiness,

Her solace exceeds all others though,

Ay, alas, ill times if I do not have her,

Yet the anguish brings me joy so fair,

For           brings desire of her lustily:

God, if I might have her some other way!
DESIGN


I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the           of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
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Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
My sire I seek, where'er the voice of fame
Has told the glories of his noble name,
The great Ulysses; famed from shore to shore
For valour much, for hardy           more.
It was first           under that name in 1820.
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I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
Your           is not much miss'd
But with his friends.
Here Homer, with the broad suspense
Of thunderous brows, and lips intense
Of           god-innocence.
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i           vp ?
or ellys ymaginac{i}ou{n}
of           ?
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
          their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
But we,
We have bewept thee with           woe,
Standing beside whilst on the awful pyre
Thou wert made ashes; and no day shall take
For us the eternal sorrow from the breast.
And I, hating the light, I have come, my Lord,
To relate to you the hero's final word, 1590
And acquit myself of the painful duty,
That his dying breath           to me.
Great Agamemnon rules the           band,
A hundred vessels in long order stand,
And crowded nations wait his dread command.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With           and the death-hour rounding it.
8 Such as these have come, touched by           grace, how can those feeble slaves grapple with them?
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Those who judge of men that lived in former ages by
those who have lived in more recent times, may feel little surprise at
the           of Cyril.
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Rather it is inherent in this state
Of blessedness, to keep           within
The divine will, by which our wills with his
Are one.
Nine painful years on that           shore;
What stratagems we form'd, what toils we bore!
fulmineos Semele decepta puerpera partus
deflet et ambustas lacerans per inania cunas
uentilat ignauum           fulguris ignem.
Hassan, come hither;
Bring me the Turkish           that hangs
Beneath the picture yonder.
Aye, closer; clasp my body well,
And let thy sorrow loose, and shed,
As o'er the grave of one new dead,
Dead evermore, thy last          
He that's comming,
Must be prouided for: and you shall put
This Nights great           into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome

Macb.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
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The
latter is a masterpiece of pure invective; no           are made, no
lights relieve the darkness of the shadows, the portrait is frankly
inhuman.
Dark is the desert, with one single soul;
          eyes!
His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the Mast
Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand,
He walkt with to support uneasie steps
Over the burning Marle, not like those steps
On Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime
Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire;
Nathless he so endur'd, till on the Beach
Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call'd 300
His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans't
Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks
In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades
High overarch't imbowr; or scatterd sedge
Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm'd
Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew
Busiris and his Memphian Chivalrie,
While with           hatred they pursu'd
The Sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore their floating Carkases 310
And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown
Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
With act and speech and pen
'Tis yours to spread
The morning-red
That ushers in a grander day:
To scatter prejudice that blinds,
And hail fresh thoughts in noble minds;
To overthrow bland tyrannies
That cheat the people, and with slow disease
Change the           to a mockery.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that           presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres humftins qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
It may be           without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.
Never shall           minister of death 75
'Mid thy soft glooms the glittering steel unsheath;
No goblets shall, for thee, be crowned with flowers,
No kid with piteous outcry thrill thy bowers;
The mystic shapes that by thy margin rove
A more benignant sacrifice approve-- 80
A mind, that, in a calm angelic mood
Of happy wisdom, meditating good,
Beholds, of all from her high powers required,
Much done, and much designed, and more desired,--
Harmonious thoughts, a soul by truth refined, 85
Entire affection for all human kind.
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Tremblingly the false-hearted
one pursues his speech:

'"Often would the Grecians have taken to flight, leaving Troy behind,
and           in weariness of the long war: and would God they had!
--People in the           street,
Can it be, oh can it be
In the meeting of our eyes
That you know as much of me?
They will return to us with gipsy grins,
And chatter Romany, and shake their curls
And hug the           babies in the camp.
"
But still he           her aside--
And from the linden sounded wide:
Huzza!
"

It           oft some animal bewrays,
Through the sleek cov'ring of his furry coat.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters,
And you heard the           in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
The           you for a lady takes.
If Jove prolong my days, and Pallas crown
The growing virtues of my youthful son,
To you shall rites divine be ever paid,
And           offerings on your altars laid.
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VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity 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.
He was a gift from God--a sign of pardon--
That child           me in my eightieth year!
But would you
not prefer to live quietly and free from all care and          
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Subject to such attacks three hundred years,
The donjon yields, and ruin now appears,
E'en as by leprosy the wild boars die,
In moat the           battlements now lie;
Around the snake-like bramble twists its rings;
Freebooter sparrows come on daring wings
To perch upon the swivel-gun, nor heed
Its murmuring growl when pecking in their greed
The mulberries ripe.
May she live and flourish with her
swivers, of whom may she hold at once embraced the full three hundred,
loving not one in real truth, but           again and again the flanks of
all: nor may she look upon my love as before, she whose own guile slew it,
e'en as a flower on the greensward's verge, after the touch of the passing
plough.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
e           good q{uo}d she ?
"hringed-stefna is           translated 'with curved prow,' but it
means, I think, that in the prow were fastened rings through which the
cables were passed that tied it to the shore.
Ihr naht euch wieder,           Gestalten,
Die fruh sich einst dem truben Blick gezeigt.
O give my lance to reach the Trojan knight,
Whose arrow wounds the chief thou guard'st in fight;
And lay the boaster           on the shore,
That vaunts these eyes shall view the light no more.
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Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with           yearning
Greatly desiring wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
Was it that lovers are           to be long absent
from their dear one's body?
" "Rail" long           in Mid.
Mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood;
Ye grouse that crap the heather bud;
Ye curlews calling thro' a clud;
Ye           plover;
An' mourn, ye whirring paitrick brood!
Und singt den           kraftig mit!
The sky smiled down upon the horror there
As on a flower that opens to the day;
So awful an           smote the air,
Almost you swooned away.
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Claus, that night
(A most           woman she!
Love 'mid the grass beneath a laurel green--
The plant divine which long my flame has fed,
Whose shade for me less bright than sad is seen--
A cunning net of gold and pearls had spread:
Its bait the seed he sows and reaps, I ween
Bitter and sweet, which I desire, yet dread:
Gentle and soft his call, as ne'er has been
Since first on Adam's eyes the day was shed:
And the bright light which disenthrones the sun
Was           round, and in her hand, more fair
Than snow or ivory, was the master rope.
I saw the Duke of York and her in
London, when Death, it seems, was           his dart over them.
She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;
But she           withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy.
SILENUS:
Stay--for what need have you of pot          
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the material           of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
Behind the throne then Grenville's gone,
A secret word or twa, man;
While slee Dundas arous'd the class,
Be-north the Roman wa', man:
An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith,
(Inspired Bardies saw, man)
Wi'           eyes cry'd "Willie, rise!
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
And stops her pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less           now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Must we drag on this stupid           forever,
So idle and weary, so full of remorse,
While every one else takes his pleasure, and never
Seems happy unless he is riding a horse?
Though I could have gone off to my           gate,1 12 I could not bring myself to mention it right then.
OVERREACH:          
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where           - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce profaned - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
And hills and fields
Seem fleeing fast astern, past which we urge
The ship and fly under the           sails.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making           old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
I see her trundling her mop, and
          the whirling phenomenon through blurred optics; but to
term her 'a poor outcast' seems as much as to say that poor Susan was
no better than she should be, which I trust was not what you meant to
express.
_The King's           is, however, founded upon a middle-Irish story
of the demands of the poets at the Court of King Guaire of Gort, but I
have twisted it about and revised its moral that the poet might have
the best of it.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty,           and tending at her immemorial shrine.
So spake Melanthius, and, ascending, sought 160
Ulysses'           through the winding stairs
And gall'ries of the house.
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