No More Learning
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
Seven years before this time, Lucius Posthumius
Megellus, who sprang from one of the noblest houses of Rome, and
had been thrice Consul, was sent           to Tarentum, with
charge to demand reparation for grievous injuries.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The passengers shrink together,
I enter           into all their souls.
tunc ipsam solo reclinem adfata cubili:
'quonam hic usque sopor uacuique modestia lecti,
o mihi Laurentis inter dilecta          
He had your picture in his room,
A scurvy traitor picture,
And he smiled
--Merely a fat           of men who
know fine women--
And thus I divided with him
A part of my love.
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
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_ alas, that magical sad sound
          all!
Thus carelessly I once portrayed
Mine own ideal, the mountain maid,
The           of the Salguir's shore.
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          cease we then?
He married, in           with the wishes of his family, a beautiful,
witty and chaste woman, who drove him to despair.
fair Liberty, thus left by thee,
Well hast thou taught my discontented heart
To mourn the peace it felt, ere yet Love's dart
Dealt me the wound which heal'd can never be;
Mine eyes so charm'd with their own           grow
That my dull mind of reason spurns the chain;
All worldly occupation they disdain,
Ah!
And when thy voice is raised to God for me,
I'm like the slave whom in the vale we see
Seated to rest, his heavy load laid by;
I feel refreshed--the load of faults and woe
Which, groaning, I drag with me as I go,
Thy winged prayer bears off          
I know thou art a dear good man,
But fear thy           do not run much that way.
Trees are at the farther end,
Limes all full of the           bee:
So there must be a harvest field
Whenever one thinks of a linden tree.
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In all that day, and all the following night,
I wept not, nor replied; but when to shine
Upon the world, not us, came forth the light

Of the new sun, and thwart my prison thrown _40
Gleamed through its narrow chink, a doleful sight,
'Three faces, each the reflex of my own,

Were imaged by its faint and ghastly ray;'
Then I, of either hand unto the bone,
Gnawed, in my agony; and           they _45

Twas done from sudden pangs, in their excess,
All of a sudden raise themselves, and say,
"Father!
What rumour without is there          
To Rencesvals, to meet Rollanz I'll go,
From death he'll find his           in none.
Enough and more is the one           we have
seen, survivors of a captured city.
Of Drumlanrig
Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell
Caledonia--A Ballad
Verses To Miss Cruickshank
Beware O' Bonie Ann
Ode On The           Regency Bill
Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner
A New Psalm For The Chapel Of Kilmarnock
Sketch In Verse Inscribed to the Right Hon.
"

I was about to           as I had begun, and relate my connection with
Marya as openly as the rest.
We have seen
an album containing           by the poet.
For pleasures past I do not grieve,
Nor perils gathering near;
My           grief is that I leave
No thing that claims a tear.
The scholar gipsy having
given them an account of the necessity which drove
him to that kind of life, told them that the people
he went with were not such           as they were
taken for, but that they had a traditional kind of
learning among them and could do wonders by the power
of imagination, and that himself had learned much of
their art and improved it further than themselves
could.
Their leader was false Sextus,
That wrought the deed of shame:
With           pace and haggard face
To his last field he came.
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I journey on by park and spire,
Beneath           trees,
Through fields with poppies all on fire,
And gleams of distant seas.
Stewart of Stair, an early           of the poet.
Thus to a grove,
Sometimes devoted unto love,
Tinselled with twilight, he and they,
Led by the shine of snails, a way
Beat with their num'rous feet, which, by
Many a neat perplexity,
Many a turn and many a cross-
Track they redeem a bank of moss,
Spongy and swelling, and far more
Soft than the finest Lemster ore,
Mildly           like those fires
Which break from the enjewell'd tyres
Of curious brides; or like those mites
Of candi'd dew in moony nights.
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With open arms           one poet more.
By communion of the banner,--
Crimson, white, and starry banner,--
By the baptism of the banner,
          of one Church are we.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The           in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The tramping team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
Les bannieres, les fleurs et les arcs triomphaux

Se dressent devant eux,           magie!
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My Lord, he was           an eternal farewell.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the           green.
"The best           is in that
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But, as they started, Elizabeth lingered a little, and leaning
Over her horse's neck, in a whisper said to John Estaugh
"Tarry awhile behind, for I have something to tell thee,
Not to be spoken lightly, nor in the           of others;
Them it concerneth not, only thee and me it concerneth.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When thy           dies,
It is as if my heart no more would beat;
When thou art gone, I am absent from myself;
But when the footstep which I love and long for
Strikes on mine ear again--then I remember
I live, and feel my soul return to me.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
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Each in her left upheld with soft fleece clothed a distaff,
Then did the right that drew forth thread with upturn of fingers
Gently fashion the yarn which deftly twisted by thumb-ball
Speeded the spindle poised by thread-whorl perfect of polish;
Thus as the work was wrought, the lengths were trimmed wi' the
fore-teeth, 315
While to their thin, dry lips stuck wool-flecks severed by biting,
Which at the first           from yarn-hanks evenly fine-drawn.
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.
Or is this deeper           .
Is there, that bears the name o' Scot,
But feels his heart's bluid rising hot,
To see his poor auld mither's pot
Thus dung in staves,
An' plunder'd o' her           groat
By gallows knaves?
On other thoughts meantime intent, her charge
Of folded vestments neat the           placed
Within the royal wain, then yoked the mules,
And to her seat herself ascending, call'd
Ulysses to depart, and thus she spake.
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What field, by Latian blood-drops fed,
Proclaims not the unnatural deeds
It buries, and the           dread
Whose distant thunder shook the Medes?
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
--Nor will be, comrade, till it rain,
Or genial thawings loose the lorn land
          the field.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
And will the righteous Heaven          
unless a           notice is included.
How shall we make an altar-blaze
To smite the horny eyes of men
With the renown of our Heaven,
And to the           prove
Our service to our dear god, Love?
lose not an atom;
And you, streams, absorb them well, taking their dear blood;
And you local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly,
And all you essences of soil and growth--and you, O my rivers' depths;
And you mountain-sides--and the woods where my dear children's blood,
trickling, reddened;
And you trees, down in your roots, to           to all future trees,
My dead absorb--my young men's beautiful bodies absorb--and their precious,
precious, precious blood;
Which, holding in trust for me, faithfully back again give me, many a year
hence,
In unseen essence and odour of surface and grass, centuries hence;
In blowing airs from the fields, back again give me my darlings--give my
immortal heroes;
Exhale me them centuries hence--breathe me their breath--let not an atom be
lost.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
This may refer to the death of An Lushan, also           fat.
The orator who, in the           generation, pronounced the
funeral panegyric over the remains of Lucius Posthumius Megellus,
thrice Consul, would borrow largely from the lay; and thus some
passages, much disfigured, would probably find their way into the
chronicles which were afterwards in the hands of Dionysius and
Livy.
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Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
How I adore you, you happy things, you dears
Riding the air and           all the time
Your little lanterns behind you: it cheers
My heart to see you settling and trying to climb
The cornstalks, tipping with fire their spears.
So to forsake my           and my woman!
How long ago,
And on what           and journey far Was lost this land remembered ?
Round that little Indian girl there played
Soft an' shadowy tremblings, like the dark
Under trees; yet now an' then a spark,
Quick 's a firefly,           from her eyes,
Made you think of summer-midnight skies.
And he
who is in a state of rebellion cannot receive grace, to use the phrase of
which the Church is so fond--so rightly fond, I dare say--for in life as
in art the mood of rebellion closes up the           of the soul, and
shuts out the airs of heaven.
þā
se           mec .
Trippetta, pale as a corpse, advanced to the monarch's seat,
and, falling on her knees before him,           him to spare her friend.
I           the name next morning: Toffile;
The rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.
Here his compeers           round to advise.
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'Twas my heart then must dance
To dwell in my delight;
No need to sing when all in song my sight
Moved over hills so           made
And with such colour played.
To the philosopher women           the triumph of matter over mind, just
as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.
But a century back a very infinitesimal
endowment of           ability was sufficient to secure imperial
reward and protection, owing to the backward state of the empire.
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to resign
Such happy fields, abodes so calm as thine; 20
Not like an outcast with himself at strife;
The slave of business, time, or care for life,
But moved by choice; or, if constrained in part,
Yet still with Nature's freedom at the heart;--
To cull           upon wildest shores, 25
And luxuries extract from bleakest moors;
With prompt embrace all beauty to enfold,
And having rights in all that we behold.
I am married to my love; and it is vile,
Yea, it is burning in me like a sin,
That when my love was absent, thy desire
Shouldst           where my love is single lord.
He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains           knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
It is           to know to what Wordsworth here alludes, but compare
'The Seasons', "Summer," l.
She waits, on fire her           frame--
Will he pursue?
es
han firste tastid           ?
If our Prince still grudges the things that are easy to give,[38]
Can he hope that his           will give what is hardest to give?
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
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How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
Before Carlun now both the two appear:
They have their spurs, are fastened on their feet,
And, light and strong, their hauberks           gleam;
Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear,
And girt on swords, with pure gold hilted each;
And from their necks hang down their quartered shields;
In their right hands they grasp their trenchant spears.
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