No More Learning
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Nicete fu, si ne pensoit
Nul mal, ne nul engin qui soit;
Mes moult iert           et gaie,
Car jone chose ne s'esmaie
Fors de joer, bien le saves.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a streamlet roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till           its sobbing echoes died.
_("Dans les           forets.
These           to her lap repair,
These fall upon her flowing hair,
(Like pearls enchased in gold they seem,)
These on the ground, these on the stream;
In giddy rounds these dancing say,
Here Love and Laura only sway.
This Poem was the fruit of the
interview, and it is said that Grose           some passages as rather
personal.
          I look and languish
In that bonie face o' thine,
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
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Then, arming both, and barring fast the door,
They sought brave           again.
But his limbs grow slack and chill, and the life with a moan
flies           into the dark.
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Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
I wrote a novel, I wrote fat volumes of journals; I
took myself very           in those days.
* * * * *

On long benches the           sit ranged
Round a cleared room, watching the fighting-cocks.
The baton is your will: erect, firm,
unshakeable; the flowers are the wanderings of your fancy around it: the
feminine element encircling the masculine with her           dance.
The
excess of feasts and apparel are the notes of a sick state, and the
wantonness of           of a sick mind.
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss's fine          
`And sith I speke of good entencioun, 295
As I to yow have told wel here-biforn,
And love as wel your honour and renoun
As           in al this world y-born;
By alle the othes that I have yow sworn,
And ye be wrooth therfore, or wene I lye, 300
Ne shal I never seen yow eft with ye.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
          be warned; and know, that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy.
          laðan cynne as apposition to mǣgum.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
All perished--all, in one           year,
Husband and children!
I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the illustrious emigre, (having it
is true in her day, although the same, changed, journey'd considerable,)
Making directly for this rendezvous, vigorously           a path for
herself, striding through the confusion,
By thud of machinery and shrill steam-whistle undismay'd,
Bluff'd not a bit by drain-pipe, gasometers, artificial fertilizers,
Smiling and pleas'd with palpable intent to stay,
She's here, install'd amid the kitchen ware!
Twice the           must fight a bloody prize.
'
Has           maesto profudit pectore voces,
Supplicium saevis exposcens anxia factis,
Adnuit invicto caelestum numine rector,
Quo motu tellus atque horrida contremuerunt 205
Aequora concussitque micantia sidera mundus.
Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Earth,
Whence sprang the "Idea of Beauty" into birth,
(Falling in wreaths thro' many a           star,
Like woman's hair 'mid pearls, until, afar,
It lit on hills Achaian, and there dwelt)
She look'd into Infinity--and knelt.
MAIDENS,           of the Megarian.
Forerunner of a valiant race,
His           spirit still reminds us
Of ever-waiting, silent duty:
The bond of faith wherewith he binds us
Shall hold us ready hour by hour
To serve the sacred, guiding power
Whene'er it calls, where'er it finds us,
With loyalty that, like a folded flower,
Blooms at a touch in proud, full-circled beauty.
A swan from time past           it's he

Magnificent yet struggling hopelessly

Through not having sung a liveable country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Camoens was thus           at Goa; and never was there a fairer
field for satire than the rulers of India at that time afforded.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
The brackish water that we drink
Creeps with a           slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
Why
Dost thou keep          
Then your father, who was brave as leopard or tiger, became           of
Ping-chou[39] and put down the rebel bands.
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But beauty, how frail and how          
Burns to
be the only genuine and real painters of           costume in the
world.
The murmur of a bee
A           yieldeth me.
He exhorts Maternus to relinquish the muses, and devote his whole to eloquence and the           of the bar.
This field is yours and mine now; God be          
Seventeen Portuguese thus
employed were one day           by four hundred of the enemy.
How clearly he           his first meeting with Mary.
          (nimmt den Bohrer.
WHEN home returned, the girl, each day and night,
Amused her mind with prospects of delight;
By fancy's aid she saw the future pope,
And all prepared to greet her fondest hope;
But what arrived the whole at once o'erthrew
Hats, dukedoms, castles, vanished from the view:
The promised elevation of the NAME
          to air:-a little female came!
How rich the wave, in front, imprest
With evening-twilight's summer hues,
While, facing thus the crimson west,
The boat her silent path          
There is           in
Plato, but--no, do not call them.
He spoke
the Lepcha dialect with an indescribable           of the gutturals.
too late repents me
That I did fall
To love at all--
Since love so much           me.
Hard fare, hard bed and comic misery,--
The midge, the blue-fly and the mosquito
Painted our necks, hands, ankles, with red bands:
But, on the second day, we heed them not,
Nay, we saluted them Auxiliaries,
Whom earlier we had chid with           names.
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Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
they wad bid nae better,
Than let them ance out owre the water,
Then up among thae lakes and seas,
They'll mak what rules and laws they please:
Some daring Hancocke, or a Franklin,
May set their Highland bluid a-ranklin;
Some Washington again may head them,
Or some Montgomery, fearless, lead them,
Till God knows what may be effected
When by such heads and hearts directed,
Poor dunghill sons of dirt and mire
May to           rights aspire!
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The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,
And from the hills the shadows           fall!
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126 THE POEMS

All the foe's ships           by sea or Hre,
Victorious Blake does from the bay retire.
not for wild beasts to roam
But many stood silent & busied in their families
And many said We see no Visions in the darksom air
Measure the course of that sulphur orb that lights the dismal darksom day
Set stations on this breeding Earth & let us buy & sell
Others arose & schools Erected forming           To measure out the course of heaven.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Thus speaketh one Ferdinand in the words of the play--
"She died full young"--one Bossola answers him--
"I think not so--her infelicity
"Seemed to have years too many"--Ah           lady!
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faint outstretchd upon the plain
Wailing runs round the           from the Mill & from the Barn
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread {"Dark" written on top of "?
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
As little children resting,
No more the battle breasting to the rumble of the drums,
          by duty's tether, the blue and gray together,
They wait the great hereafter when the last assembly comes.
III

Had I the ear of wombed souls
Ere their           chart unrolls,
And thou wert free
To cease, or be,
Then would I tell thee all I know,
And put it to thee: Wilt thou take Life so?
in whom vain           and idle swell,
Thou, who thyself hast tutor'd to forget,
Speak'st to thy heart as if 'twere with thee yet?
          Dordona's lady craved the field;
And loud that martial damsel's bugle pealed.
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With the delight of a           dream,
As are the noontide plumes of summer winds
Satiate with sweet flowers.
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Right           true he was in deede and word,
But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;
Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.
"

But he, who was in conf'rence with my guide,
Turn'd rapid round, and thus the demon spake:
"Stay, stay thee,          
          a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Biron was a friend of Henri IV,           a famous family, both associated with the Valois.
Pale grew her immortality, for woe
Of all these lovers, and she grieved so
I took compassion on her, bade her steep
Her hair in weird syrops, that would keep
Her           invisible, yet free
To wander as she loves, in liberty.
'Twere forty to waste time in an assay
Where to himself more harm the smiter wrought
Than to the smitten: in conclusion, they
Closed, and the paynim king Orlando caught,
And strained against his bosom; what Jove's son
Did by Antaeus,           to have done.
With his exquisite music he charmed Cerberus,
the fierce dog who guarded hell-gates, into submission, and won Pluto's
consent that he should lead           back to the upper world on one
condition--that he would not look back to see that she was following.
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I still, though           urg'd' no step advanc'd.
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Et dans ce lourd sommeil mit un reve joyeux,
Un reve si joyeux, que leur levre mi-close,
Souriante,           murmurer quelque chose.
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Then Doullie myghte his bowestrynge drewe, 115
Enthoughte to gyve brave Tosslyn bloudie wounde,
But Harolde's asenglave stopp'd it as it slewe,
And it fell           on the bloudie grounde.
The
ancient lays, unjustly           by the learned and polite, linger
for a time in the memory of the vulgar, and are at length too
often irretrievably lost.
It told the           of our King,[lf]
It wafted glory to our God;
It made our gladdened valleys ring,
The cedars bow, the mountains nod;
Its sound aspired to Heaven and there abode!
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
One climbs a           for a bunch of may,
One stands on tiptoe for a linnet's nest
And pricks her hand and throws her flowers away
And runs for plantin leaves to have it drest.
e           swyn swenged out ?
Sin alone is that,
Which doth           him, and make unlike
To the chief good; for that its light in him
Is darken'd.
          winds stretch the sails; we scud over the
foam-flecked waters, whither wind and pilot called our course.
If ever you have
eaten some young pig, sacrificed by us on your altars, with pleasure, may
this           not be without value in your sight to-day.
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Entered a dame,           with spotted pride.
Of           ages, like twin-sisters throve.
'Tis thine,
If so thou wilt,           to be
Of this my land, its utmost grace to win.
Well witting what the torturer's art
Design'd him, with like unconcern
The press of kin he push'd apart
And crowds encumbering his return,
As though, some tedious           o'er
Of clients' court, his journey lay
Towards Venafrum's grassy floor,
Or Sparta-built Tarentum's bay.
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The first that the general saw were the groups
Of stragglers, and then the           troops,
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