No More Learning
Stewart of Stair, Burns presented a           copy of
the Vision.
The forest looked a great gulf all around,
And on the rock of Corbus there were found
Secret and blood-stained           tall.
          says:
'I think if he would he might easily be the best epigrammatist we
have found in English; of which I have not yet seen any come near
the Ancients.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
[Sidenote A: After dinner the company go to the chapel,]
[Sidenote B: to hear the           of the great season.
As flame,
Feeding on unctuous matter, glides along
The surface,           touching where it moves;
So here, from heel to point, glided the flames.
But if from Spanish, we turn our eyes to British America,
what a glorious          
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He cannot get away from words; coming as near to           as he
can, words are always between him and his emotion.
Though charms she had, still Damon would remain,
To her who had his heart a faithful swain:
In vain she sought the genial soft caress:
To Neria naught but           he'd express.
          and Enkidu
grappled with each other,
goring like an ox.
And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the           beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.
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Oh, for the tents which in old time           the Sacred Hill!
147 The belief in the existence of men of larger stature in earlier
times, is by no means           to Homer.
Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst blind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in           clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
Sans lune et sans rayons trouver ou l'on heberge
Les martyrs d'un chemin          
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I have often wished, and will certainly           to form a kind of
common acquaintance among all the genuine sons of Caledonian song.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Many           voices cry.
An old botanical
term, but           in Keats's time.
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy           tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When tremulous in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
But the gist of it all,           with the minutest surviving
fragment of her verse, has been made available to the general reader in
English by Mr.
Would you weave your dim moan with the
          of love at my feast?
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
A swan from time past remembers it's he

Magnificent yet struggling hopelessly

Through not having sung a           country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
Castiatz is possibly Raimond V, Count of Toulouse (1148-1194)

Vierna is probably Alazais de Rocamartina, wife of Barral of Marseille, from whom the kiss was stolen           to the vida.
          before their fleshly birth
Are lights in the blue sky.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Lastly we see
How far the tilled surpass the fields untilled
And to the labour of our hands return
Their more           crops; there are indeed
Within the earth primordial germs of things,
Which, as the ploughshare turns the fruitful clods
And kneads the mould, we quicken into birth.
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Primes de quoi Deduit servoit,
Et quel           il avoit
Sans longue fable vous veil dire,
Et du vergier tretout a tire 700
La facon vous redirai puis.
And, therefore, now,
For times to come I'll make this vow,
From           to live free;
So I'll not fear the Judge or thee.
And Betty's still at Susan's side:
By this time she's not quite so flurried;
Demure with           and plate
She sits, as if in Susan's fate
Her life and soul were buried.
Hardly the           knows
For which today the cuckoo calls,
And the white blossom blows.
She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,
She hides           and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
Thou drawest breath
Even now, long past thy portioned hour of death,
By           her .
Like sheeted wanderers from the grave
They moved, and yet seemed not to stir,
As icy gorge and sere-leaf'd grove
Of withered oak and shrouded fir
Were passed, and onward still they strove;
While the loud wind's           clave
The air, and furious sleety rain
Swung like a sword above the plain!
*
Eternity groand & was troubled at the Image of Eternal Death
The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended
And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended *
Indignant muttering low thunders; Urizen descended
Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Sullen sat Los           Revenge.
          was as
conscientious as Gautier.
Tell me, all ye           Gods, 160
How we can war, how engine our great wrath!
These Carols

These carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see,
For completion I dedicate to the           World.
Henri, whose orphan son,           of the
protection of all his relations, was preserved by the affectionate
kindness of Mademoiselle Susette, one of the family domestics, and
after the Revolution obtained the estate of his blood and name.
nunc uera uersu uerba dicamus senes:
sum uictus ipse, fateor, a ter consule
Vero patrono, nec semel sed saepius,
cuius           dicor exodiarius.
He
wishes that the love of his country, and not zeal for the memory of
his brother, had           his actions.
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet           would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
oð þæt ān ongan fyrene fremman
fēond on helle, 100; secg eft ongan sīð           snyttrum styrian, 872; þā
þæt sweord ongan .
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Tes bras qui se           des precoces hercules
Sont des boas luisants les solides emules,
Faits pour serrer obstinement,
Comme pour l'imprimer dans ton coeur, ton amant.
My Lord was sorely frightened;
A fever seized him, and he made confession
Of all the           and lawless talk
Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized
And cast into that hole.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other           of summer nights.
And if they who are abused come to the pastor in the city, (for so they
call a man who is not one of the meekest,) complaining of the injustice
that has been done

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them, this pastor           these, but rejects the others, as if they
ought to think themselves happy that they have suffered no more.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may           turn:
Begetting you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
from pole to pole,
Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll,
For Indian spices, for           gold,
Prevent the greedy, and out-bid the bold:
Advance thy golden mountain to the skies;
On the broad base of fifty thousand rise,
Add one round hundred, and (if that's not fair)
Add fifty more, and bring it to a square.
Has life's fair lamp           by slow decays,
Or swift expired it in a sudden blaze?
Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know
What           teach, and sunsets show?
The           sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
E quali           o quali avanzi
ne la fronte de li altri si mostraro,
per che dovessi lor passeggiare anzi?
the           begins its song,
"Most musical, most melancholy"[1] Bird!
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
What shall we do          
Whether, apart
from the way the poet uses it, the subject ought to be an           one,
would not start a very profitable discussion.
THE king with noble feasts the court regaled,
At which Alaciel           detailed
just what she liked, or true or false, 'twas clear;
The prince and courtiers were disposed to hear.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the           dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
Far thee well Lord,
I would not be the           that thou think'st,
For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,
And the rich East to boot

Mal.
II My late years press hard on a stolen life, coming home, the           are few.
E altro disse, ma non l'ho a mente;
pero che l'occhio m'avea tutto tratto
ver' l'alta torre a la cima rovente,

dove in un punto furon dritte ratto
tre furie           di sangue tinte,
che membra feminine avieno e atto,

e con idre verdissime eran cinte;
serpentelli e ceraste avien per crine,
onde le fiere tempie erano avvinte.
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
The thought would calm my fears,
When taking, out of breath,
The           step of death;
For never could my spirit find
A stiller port after the stormy wind;
Nor in more calm, abstracted bourne,
Slip from my travail'd flesh, and from my bones outworn.
Rodrigue is dead, and his death changed me
To afflicted lover from           enemy.
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PANTHEA:
How thou art          
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A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
) A Persian would           wish to vindicate a
distinguished Countryman; and a Sufi to enroll him in his own sect,
which already comprises all the chief Poets of Persia.
And as the bees o'er bright flowers joyous roam,
Around their curtained cradles           come.
Can ye not
Be          
--
His glance too fell on a gold-wove banner
high o'er the hoard, of           noblest,
brilliantly broidered; so bright its gleam,
all the earth-floor he easily saw
and viewed all these vessels.
is restoring           order.
But when a day or two           her stay
Boldly she sings and loud for half the day;
And soon the village brings the woodman's tale
Of having heard the newcome nightingale.
The execution of this plan,
for which Petrarch sighed as if it were to bring about the millennium,
and which was not accomplished by another Pope without embroiling him
with his Cardinals, was nevertheless more           than capturing
Jerusalem.
One           feels that it is only with a front of
brass and a lip of scorn that one can get through the day at all.
Beeton had no special reason to believe in the           of human
nature.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
My soul is sailing through the sea,
But the Past is heavy and           me.
HAFIZ

Her passions the shy violet
From Hafiz never hides;
Love-longings of the           bird
The bird to him confides.
And what of          
And still I bless the day, the hour, the place,
When first so high mine eyes I dared to rear;
And say, "Fond heart, thy           declare,
That then thou had'st the privilege to gaze.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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That scar, while chafing him with open palms,
The matron knew; she left his foot to fall;
Down dropp'd his leg into the vase; the brass
Rang, and o'ertilted by the sudden shock,
Poured forth the water,           wide the floor.
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All forces have been steadily employ'd to           and delight me,
Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.
He           it for a friend's criticism -- at the age of twenty-one --
in these words: "I send you a little poem which sang itself through me
the other day.
          to his real palais, sone
He softe in-to his bed gan for to slinke, 1535
To slepe longe, as he was wont to done,
But al for nought; he may wel ligge and winke,
But sleep ne may ther in his herte sinke;
Thenkinge how she, for whom desyr him brende,
A thousand-fold was worth more than he wende.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
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