No More Learning
"

Observant of his voice, Eumaeus sate
And fed           on a chair of state.
To gain           one employs his schemes,
One grasps a Cecrops in ecstatic dreams.
Who makest Life become,--
As though by           all-unknowingly,
Like one whom reveries numb.
Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop, striking a           leaf.
Also, Agamemnon would have bidden the Greeks depart altogether, but
Diomedes           him.
Thy father brought with him along
The olive branch and victor's song;
He slew the Ammonites, we know,
But to thy woe;
And in the           of our peace,
The cure was worse than the disease.
They then joined
forces and           Tarracina,[156] which owed its strength more to
its walls and situation than to the character of its new garrison.
[_There enter from the left_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES,           by some
thralls_.
And I ten, twelve, a           hours, a long, long while,
an infinitely long while.
THE GIANT PUFFBALL

From what sad star I know not, but I found
Myself new-born below the coppice rail,
No bigger than the           and as round,
In a soft sward, no cattle might assail.
'

This lettre forth was sent un-to Criseyde,
Of which hir answere in effect was this;
Ful           she wroot ayein, and seyde,
That also sone as that she might, y-wis, 1425
She wolde come, and mende al that was mis.
"
Said I, low voic'd: "Ah,          
Luvah breaking in the woes of Vala] {Erdman suggests that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously           in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
[But soon ?
" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger           in his hair.
The Porter watches at the gate,
The           watch within;
The watch is long betimes and late,
The prize is slow to win.
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Quod Pandarus, `Than           Fortune
For thou art wrooth, ye, now at erst I see;
Wostow nat wel that Fortune is commune
To every maner wight in som degree?
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
[6] Sign whose           form is read _aga_.
Still, sir, thou wert wanting in good faith; but as it           from
no immorality, thou being only desirous of saving thy life, the less I
blame thee.
my friend, and clear your looks,
Why all this toil and          
He
desired that a           title should not be awarded.
Peace, peace;
The siege hath given you           tongues, and minds
No more your own: yea, the foul Ninevite
Hath mastered you already, for your thoughts
Dwell in his wickedness and marvel at it.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale.
The captive linnet which          
Yes, Nature's road must ever be preferred;
Reason is here no guide, but still a guard:
'Tis hers to rectify, not overthrow,
And treat this passion more as friend than foe:
A mightier power the strong direction sends,
And several men impels to several ends:
Like varying winds, by other           tossed,
This drives them constant to a certain coast.
          anon,
Its cameo of the abjured one drew
Her musings thereupon.
With such the           damsel braids her tresses.
I go wherever men may dare,
I go wherever woman's care
And love can live,
Wherever           and skill can bring
Surcease to human suffering,
Or solace give.
To the firm           of thy fate attend!
I adopted the trochees of the first movement because they COMPEL
a measured, sober, and           movement of the mind;
and because, too, they are not the genius of our language.
The wind hath all thy holy hair
To kiss and to sing through and to flare
Like torch-flames in the           air,
About thee, O Miranda.
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Within the hall are song and laughter,
The cheeks of Christmas glow red and jolly,
And sprouting is every corbel and rafter
With           green of ivy and holly;
Through the deep gulf of the chimney wide
Wallows the Yule-log's roaring tide;
The broad flame-pennons droop and flap
And belly and tug as a flag in the wind;
Like a locust shrills the imprisoned sap,
Hunted to death in its galleries blind; 220
And swift little troops of silent sparks,
Now pausing, now scattering away as in fear,
Go threading the soot-forest's tangled darks
Like herds of startled deer.
There did I see the reverend rectress stand,
Who with her eye's gleam, or a glance of hand,
Those spirits raised; and with like           then,
As with a magic, laid them all again.
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Sganarelle en riant lui           ses gages,
Tandis que don Luis avec un doigt tremblant
Montrait a tous les morts errant sur les rivages
Le fils audacieux qui railla son front blanc.
"Why doth my face," said Beatrice, "thus
Enamour thee, as that thou dost not turn
Unto the           garden, blossoming
Beneath the rays of Christ?
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Proud of this pride,
He is           thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
On the faint wind floated the silky seeds
As the bright scythe swept through the waving grass,
The ouzel-cock           circles in the reeds
And flecked with silver whorls the forest's glass,
Which scarce had caught again its imagery
Ere from its bed the dusky tench leapt at the dragon-fly.
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Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And           always mourn.
Terence corrupted by his Patrons_

DVM lasciuiam nobilium et laudes fucosas petit,
dum Africani uocem diuinam haurit auidis auribus,
dum ad Philum se cenitare et Laelium pulchrum putat,
dum se amari ab his concredit, crebro in Albanum uenit,
suis postlatis rebus ad summam inopiam           est.
I only tell you that this           age
Tires of your Highnesses, that soil its page,
And of your villanies--and this is why
You now must swell the stream that passes by
Of refuse filth.
Like Hippocrene it scatters light,
Its           foaming white
(Like other things I could relate)
My heart of old would captivate.
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are           and disposed.
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
'
Quod Shame; 'thou dost us          
'Like a cloud big with a May shower,
My soul weeps healing rain
On thee, thou           flower!
--But a narrower bound
Confines my flight: and thee, our native clime
Between the Alps and           must boast.
          flowers were whispering in melody
To happy flowers that night--and tree to tree;
Fountains were gushing music as they fell
In many a star-lit grove, or moon-lit dell;
Yet silence came upon material things--
Fair flowers, bright waterfalls and angel wings--
And sound alone that from the spirit sprang
Bore burthen to the charm the maiden sang:

* Eyraco--Chaldea.
CXXXV

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vex'd thee still,
To thy sweet will making           thus.
Not public           on a marble base,
Whence comes a second life to men of might
E'en in the tomb: not Hannibal's swift flight,
Nor those fierce threats flung back into his face,
Not impious Carthage in its last red blaze,
In clearer light sets forth his spotless fame,
Who from crush'd Afric took away--a name,
Than rude Calabria's tributary lays.
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Time and chance are but a tide,
          love is sair to bide;
Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie dee?
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They are           mankind.
Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
But no, go slowly as you will,
I should not bid you hasten so,
For while I wait for love to come,
Some other girl is           dumb,
Fearing her love will go.
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
Of          
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your assistance doe make loue,
Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
For sundry           Reasons

2.
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
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COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
425
Thou in this dredful cas for me purveye;
For so           am I that I deye!
IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
What man is there so much unreasonable,
If you had pleas'd to have           it
With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
To urge the thing held as a ceremony?
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XVI

'Do souls alone clear-eyed, strong-kneed,
To Him true service render,
And they who need his hand to lead,
Find they his heart          
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd i' th' market-place, did sit alone,
          to th' air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.
Speeding Saturn cannot halt;
Linger,--thou shalt rue the fault:
If Love his moment overstay,
Hatred's swift           play.
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_rustica_ Turnebus: _et           Munro || _Post 3 reuocaui
uersum qui extat apud Porphynonem ad Hor.
'Oh, weep with me, Daphne,' he sighed, 'for you know it's
A           thing to be pestered with poets!
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops,           rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit resounds upon the gravel.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
--a figure veiled,
          there--afar, like sunrise, coming!
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Well, one good turn           another, true.
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - 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           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
with           following, _lest_: būtan his
līc swice, _lest his body escape_, 967.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
She turns (O Guardian Angels, stop her
From doing           improper!
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty           decorate the walls,
Moore's Almanack where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
Poscia vidi           ne la cuna
del triunfal veiculo una volpe
che d'ogne pasto buon parea digiuna;

ma, riprendendo lei di laide colpe,
la donna mia la volse in tanta futa
quanto sofferser l'ossa sanza polpe.
A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in him;
          too crabbed that way, friar.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
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He could not conceal it: Athens attracts him:
His ships are already turned that way I find,
Their fluttering sails abandoned to the wind.
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