No More Learning
The           of a kingly mind,
And a proud spirit which hath striven
Triumphantly with human kind.
]

[Footnote 4: The Rashness of the Words, according to D'Herbelot,           in
being so opposed to those in the Koran: "No Man knows where he shall
die.
The
only separate           is, we believe, that of
John Dove.
Next brave           in dust was laid:
King Helenus waved high the Thracian blade,
And smote his temples with an arm so strong,
The helm fell off, and roll'd amid the throng:
There for some luckier Greek it rests a prize;
For dark in death the godlike owner lies!
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
There's little           in the house
When our gudeman's awa'.
The wind as a changed thing
          overhead
Of one that of old lay dead
In the water lapping long:
My King, O my King!
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Wait till in           robes
This democrat is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
_ Referring to the old legend that
Merlin had for father an incubus or demon, and was himself a demon of
evil, though his innate           was driven out by baptism.
--
We'll have a           of our flocks to-morrow;
The wolf keeps festival these stormy nights:
Be calm, sweet Lady, they are wassailers
[The voices die away in the distance.
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader, browner shade,
Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech
O'er-canopies the glade,
Beside some water's rushy brink
With me the Muse shall sit, and think
(At ease           in rustic state)
How vain the ardour of the Crowd,
How low, how little, are the Proud,
How indigent the Great!
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
e           of armes;
F[or] to telle of ?
II








THE BRIDE OF WAR

(ARNOLD'S MARCH TO CANADA, 1775)


I

The trumpet, with a giant sound,
Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;
And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,
Poured from the hillside camping-ground,
Each swift           shouting flings
Its force in line; where you may see
The men, broad-shouldered, heavily
Sway to the swing of the march; their heads
Dark like the stones in river-beds.
And the admiral calls upon Apollin
And Tervagan and Mahum, prays and speaks:
"My lords and gods, I've done you much service;
Your images, in gold I'll fashion each;
Against Carlun give me your          
Yet but awhile the slumbering weather flings
Its murky prison round--then winds wake loud;
With sudden stir the           forest sings
Winter's returning song-cloud races cloud.
Then the Butcher           an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot unfrequented by man,
A dismal and desolate valley.
You could not ha' done this, now
With          
'"

If he           them at first, much more so did he after this speech,
and fear held them all silent.
When it is so--when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead,
Lost in the loving,           ocean of thee,
Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O Death.
"

Ali deemed anchorite or saint a pawn--
The crater of his           did yawn,
Sword, dagger hung at ease:
But he had let the holy man revile,
Though clouds o'erswept his brow; then, with a smile,
He tossed him his pelisse.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
440
Hence had the huntress Dian her dred bow
Fair silver-shafted Queen for ever chaste,
Wherwith she tam'd the brinded lioness
And spotted           pard, but set at nought
The frivolous bolt of Cupid, gods and men
Fear'd her stern frown, and she was queen oth' Woods.
Here the           make no further head,
Who find their first defense of small avail
Full well they know that danger more to dread
Within awaits the foemen who assail;
Because between the wall and second mound
A fosse descends, wide, horrid, and profound.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
our shots like hail
Made           work of galley long
And chubby sailing craft--
Our making ready first to close
Sent them a-spinning aft.
Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd
The Mother of Mankinde, what time his Pride
Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host
Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
He trusted to have equal'd the most High, 40
If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim
Against the Throne and           of God
Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battel proud
With vain attempt.
The
superstition of antiquity has           to do with this; but the
presence of Homer among the "authentic" epics has probably still more to
do with it.
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Safe in marvellous walls we are;
Wondering sense like builded fires,
High           of desires,
Delight and certainty of love,
Closing around, roofing above
Our unapproacht and perfect hour
Within the splendours of love's power.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
A hill of hillocks, flowery and kept green
Round Crosses raised for hope,
With many-tinted sunsets where the slope
Faces the           western sheen.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
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In distant           I have been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown
Weep in the public roads alone.
AT length, the second day she 'gan to feel,
And strong emotion           could conceal.
I hear faint bridal-sighs of brown and green
Dying to silent hints of kisses keen
As far lights fringe into a           sheen.
But when Aurora, daughter of the dawn,
Look'd rosy forth, pensive beside the shore
I walk'd of Ocean, frequent to the Gods
Praying devout, then chose the fittest three
For bold assault, and           of my trust.
But till he had himself a body made,
I mean till he were dressed ; for else so thin
He stands, as if he only fed had been
With           wafers, and the host
Hath sure more flesh and blood than he can boast.
THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
Text Society, by Dr Horstmann, after he has edited for us all the Extra Legends not in the           or in the Vernon Gospel-stories.
nisi quod _uere_ ex _uero_ mutatum est in
C ||           ed.
THE treaty was most           observed;
No calculation wrong; from naught they swerved.
Over them now--year           year--
Over their graves, the pine-cones fall,
And the whip-poor-will chants his spectre-call;
But they stir not again: they raise no cheer:
They have ceased.
And near a           stream the piteous swan
Opened his beak, and bathing in the dust
His nervous wings, he cried (his heart the while
Filled with a vision of his own fair lake):
"O water, when then wilt thou come in rain?
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
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318-20): Jonson had in fact so far the           quality of
genius, that he was at once a most elaborate and minute student of the
actual world, and a poet of the airiest and boldest fancy, and that he
loved to bring the two roles into the closest possible combination.
The Earl of          
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The birds are silent, hanging down their heads,
Perched on the lowest           of the trees;
Not even the nightingale intrudes a note
In rivalry, but all entranced she listens.
Mallarme left a series of           for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
Scyros
desert remains, they leave           Tempe, Crannon's homes, and the
fortressed walls of Larissa; to Pharsalia they hie, 'neath Pharsalian roofs
they gather.
A lovely and rare bird within the wood,
Whose crest with gold, whose wings with purple gleam'd,
Alone, but proudly soaring, next I view'd,
Of heavenly and           birth which seem'd,
Flitting now here, now there, until it stood
Where buried fount and broken laurel lay,
And sadly seeing there
The fallen trunk, the boughs all stripp'd and bare,
The channel dried--for all things to decay
So tend--it turn'd away
As if in angry scorn, and instant fled,
While through me for her loss new love and pity spread.
Return O           when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the following 2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
FOOTNOTES:

[224] A close friend of Vespasian, who was supposed to ply the
trade of           (cp.
But I have written
enough about decorative scenery elsewhere, and will           lecture on
that and like matters before we begin the winter's work.
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And what in me seems wanting, but that I 450
May also in this poverty as soon
          what they did, perhaps and more?
What are ye, O pallid          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Send your           afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.
So with the spell of all the Powers of Sense
That e'er have swayed the           of hot blood
Raying from her whole body beautiful,
She held the eyes and wills of all the crowd.
]

Well, when they had said this,           did not know what to do any
better than when the heathen and the beasts had come upon him.
the whyte moone sheenes onne hie;
          ys mie true loves shroude;
Whyterre yanne the mornynge skie,
Whyterre yanne the evenynge cloude.
Oh, prophesy no more to-morrow's splendor,
Be no more           to speak out for Truth,
Lay on her altar all the gushings tender,
The hope, the fire, the loving faith of youth!
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Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes
In           maze of mount and glen.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o'           yet,
For auld lang syne!
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subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
But you, true sons of God, in growing measure,
Enjoy rich beauty's living stores of          
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
|| _bonique malique_ O
17           O: _uersum?
For I should comfort find, 'mid this world's shame,
To mark her soul's           array,
To think that He who here had own'd its sway,
Doth now within his home its presence claim.
Some old English customs are           at
least.
Tanta           il cor mi morse,
ch'io caddi vinto; e quale allora femmi,
salsi colei che la cagion mi porse.
Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man,
Is to           brought;
Again Thou say'st, "Ye sons of men,
Return ye into nought!
what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their           chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
On a retrouve dans ses
papiers le brouillon de divers projets de prefaces qu'il abandonna lors
de la           a la fois diminuee et augmentee des _Fleurs du
Mal_ en 1861.
The people who tell the tales are poor,
serious-minded fishing people, who find in the doings of the ghosts
the           of fear.
Sweet Christabel her feet doth bare,
And jealous of the           air
They steal their way from stair to stair,
Now in glimmer, and now in gloom,
And now they pass the Baron's room,
As still as death with stifled breath!
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
'

I first heard of the poem from an old woman who lives about two miles
further up the river, and who           Raftery and Mary Hynes.
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
Immutable and          
What           is between us and them but that we are dearer fools,
coxcombs at a higher rate?
I am,           sir, your dutiful son,

ROBERT BURNESS.
Can we think no
wealth enough but such a state for which a man may be brought into a
premunire, begged, proscribed, or          
Enough my           to meet,
You must forgive, I do entreat
With clasped hands praying--oh, come back,
Make peace, and you shall nothing lack.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
= It was
found           in 1541 to pass an act (33 Hen.
For him alone you change the law
That has been           times observed at court?
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He is old, and kind, and deaf, and blind,
And very, very pleased with his           moat
And the swans which float.
Others tell us           or some comic story from Aesop.
Where is the          
In the poems of Po Chu-i no close
reasoning or philosophic           will be discovered; but a power of
candid reflection and self-analysis which has not been rivalled in the
West.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands";
(Slowly           the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.
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Love           all things; yield we too to love!
          picked up her shawl, and slouched out of the room, mopping
her eyes with the glove that she had not put on.
Is my own son
In           with my enemies then?
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