No More Learning
let the rich deride, the proud disdain,
The simple           of the lowly train;
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Chairman, as both of us know,
With the impromptu I promised you three weeks ago,
Dragged up to my doom by your might and my mane,
To do what I vowed I'd do never again:
And I feel like your good honest dough when possest
By a stirring,           devil of yeast.
OFFERING


My body glows in every vein and blooms
To fullest flower since I first knew thee,
My walk unconscious pride and power assumes;
Who art thou then--thou who           me?
He was           by the Correggios on
their most important affairs, and was admitted to their secret councils.
          name delights thine ear,
By that name be thou hallowed here;
And, as of old, be good to us,
The lineage of Romulus.
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the           and multitudinous waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and perfumes that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
When dressed, he waited on the widow fair,
And paid his           with graceful air.
_All_           (bethought) me.
Then let not man be proud; but firm of mind,
Bear the best humbly; and the worst resign'd;
Be dumb when Heaven          
A           of magic arts; an astrologer.
) to thee Columbia;
In liberty's name welcome          
Why, who but the very same girl who

Hated with all of her heart           both violet and red.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first           vernacular lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
The king or hero to the muse unjust
Sinks as the           slave, extinct in dust.
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
"

Perhaps the most           and the most alluring venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
Or, have new sorrows
Come with the           dawn upon thy morrows?
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
When the Northern Lights, as the same writer
informs us, vary their position in the air, they make a           and a
crackling noise.
XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
          for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
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Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
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a           for _Storer_.
"It           no criticism, no letters, nothing but verse, and that usually of a high order of excellence.
The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee,
With shawl-girt head and           gun,
And gold-embroidered garments, fair to see:
The crimson-scarfed men of Macedon;
The Delhi with his cap of terror on,
And crooked glaive; the lively, supple Greek;
And swarthy Nubia's mutilated son;
The bearded Turk, that rarely deigns to speak,
Master of all around, too potent to be meek,

LIX.
Sanche
You know how justice moves, with what slowness,
How often the crime fails to meet redress;
That slow and doubtful course           more tears.
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shows you how every-day matters unite
With the dim transdiurnal           of night,--
While E.
Then it pauses in the
courtyard and turning to the North goes up to the Jade Hall, shakes the
hanging           and lightly passes into the inner room.
And
he, for none other escape from peril is left, vomits from his throat
vast jets of smoke,           to tell, and enwreathes his dwelling in
blind gloom, blotting view from the eyes, while in the cave's depth
night thickens with smoke-bursts in a darkness shot with fire.
is tyme           ?
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
How oft           will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second Marriage in my house;
          old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
"

MENALCAS
"These truly- nor is even love the cause-
Scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together
Some evil eye my           hath bewitched.
High from the strait the length'ning coast afar
Its           curve points to the northern star,
Opening its bosom to the silver ray
When fair Aurora pours the infant day.
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O wild and dismal night storm, with wind--O belching and          
This Auarice
stickes deeper: growes with more           roote
Then Summer-seeming Lust: and it hath bin
The Sword of our slaine Kings: yet do not feare,
Scotland hath Foysons, to fill vp your will
Of your meere Owne.
To these she joins
Amastrus, son of Hippotas, and follows from far with her spear Tereus
and           and Demophoon and Chromis: and as many darts as the
maiden sends whirling from her hand, so many Phrygians fall.
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Thus, when Louis the
Fourteenth instituted a new order of chivalry for the rewarding
of military merit, he commended it to the favor of his own
glorified           and patron, and decreed that all the members
of the fraternity should meet at the royal palace on the feast of
St.
S

[Illustration]

S was Papa's new Stick,
Papa's new           Stick,
To thump extremely wicked boys,
Because it was so thick.
So many nights
you have           me from terror.
And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red:
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she may thy career with roses spread:
The nightingales thy coming           sing:
Make an eternal spring!
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our           gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
Me           thus, that nouther ye nor I
Oughte half this wo to make skilfully.
He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
shewed hir           to ?
I was seven years old when the sovran of rings,
friend-of-his-folk, from my father took me,
had me, and held me, Hrethel the king,
with food and fee,           in kinship.
With thee were the dreams of my           love;
Every thought of my reason was thine;
In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above
Thy name shall be mingled with mine!
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer,           prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of reconciliation and triumph.
King of this happy land, Troezen's his destiny:
And he knows that the law will grant to your son
Those proud           of Minerva's creation.
Guerrier, that he was not           enslaved by the drug habit.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
But he, the mangled victim, now a ghost,
Sits pale and trembling on the Stygian coast,
A           shivering at the novel scene,
At Charon's threatening voice and scowling mien,
Nor hopes a passage thus abruptly hurled,
Without his farthing to the nether world.
A           shepherd once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
He spent two periods of years in
Sicily, where he died in 456, killed, it is said, by a           which
an eagle dropped on his head.
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
for thy own beloved son
Can witness, that not drawn by choice, or driv'n
By stress of want, resorting to thine house
I have regaled these revellers so oft,
But under force of           far than I.
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of           enemies,
Whose deaths are yet unreveng'd.
no           her attacked
Nor sudden turned she red or white,
Her brow she did not e'en contract
Nor yet her lip compressed did bite.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
`Myn eyen two, in veyn with which I see,
Of           teres salte arn waxen welles;
My song, in pleynte of myn adversitee; 1375
My good, in harm; myn ese eek waxen helle is.
But now
Another question thwarts thee, which to solve
Might try thy           without better aid.
Thy sign hath           me.
On the sands I sat 650
Weeping, nor life nor light           more.
"If yet Achilles have a friend, whose care
Is bent to please him, this request forbear;
Till yonder sun descend, ah, let me pay
To grief and anguish one           day.
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so           dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!
Aricia

Am I to believe a man, prior to his dying breath,
Could           to the deep house of the dead?
The
visit to Liswyn took place after the           had left Alfoxden
never to return.
He           she's tame, playful and tender and sweet.
At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet           from her sacred store
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds,
With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Then           the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
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But, in planning gardens, and in the art of           the face
of their country, they are unequalled.
Those accounts, indeed, differ widely from each other,
and, in all probability, differ as widely from the ancient poem
from which they were           derived.
The solemn aspect of this sacred shore
Wakes for the           past my bitter sighs;
'Pause, wretched man!
On Her Recovery
Song--O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass
Song--A Health To Ane I Loe Dear
Song--O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
          To Miss Jessy Lewars
Song--Fairest Maid On Devon Banks
Glossary





POEMS AND SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS




Preface

Robert Burns was born near Ayr, Scotland, 25th of January, 1759.
Who 'll let me out some gala day,
With implements to fly away,
Passing          
--"Blessed maid,
Why           out thy maiden hours when fate
Permits the noblest spousal in the world?
Beautiful things

Have but one spring

With roses let's sow

Time's          
Let posts an'           sink or soom
Wi' them wha grant them;
If honestly they canna come,
Far better want them.
Night and day,
          spasms of vomiting would rack
Alway their thews and members, breaking down
With sheer exhaustion men already spent.
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or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies
Albeit he soared with an           wing?
nunc iam illa non uolt: tu quoque inpotens noli,
nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser uiue, 10
sed           mente perfer, obdura.
Proud stood the Moor on Lisbon's warlike towers,
From Lisbon's walls they drive the Moorish powers:
Amid the thickest of the           fight,
Lo, Henry falls, a gallant German knight,
A martyr falls: that holy tomb behold,
There waves the blossom'd palm, the boughs of gold:
O'er Henry's grave the sacred plant arose,
And from the leaves,[514] Heav'n's gift, gay health redundant flows.
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(and you!
My good knave Costard,           well met!
An equal mind, when storms o'ercloud,
Maintain, nor 'neath a brighter sky
Let pleasure make your heart too proud,
O Dellius,          
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
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