No More Learning
Doth his brow           declare
Or suffering pride?
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
In the           of my friends I sobbed and cried.
"In the           of the Countess.
The next           was 20
one of finance.
Michael's, said,
With many a shrug and shaking of the head,
Surely some demon must possess the lad,
Who showed more wit than ever           had,
And learned his Trivium thus without the rod;
But Alcuin said it was the grace of God.
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THE PEOPLE

ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
Hear the hymn of hell,
O'er the victim sounding,--
Chant of frenzy, chant of ill,
Sense and will          
Love in a shower of           came, II.
It formerly           to the Bishops of
Chichester (Stow, _Survey_, ed.
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"Nay, too steep for hill mounting; nay, too late for cost counting:
This           path is easy, but there's no turning back.
Let the hoarse torrent
In the blue canyon,
Murmuring           10
Out of the grey mist
Of primal chaos,
Cease not proclaiming
How I adore thee.
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Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
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VOLUME IV UNDER THE DEODARS




THE           OF OTIS YEERE


I

In the pleasant orchard-closes
"God bless all our gains," say we;
But "May God bless all our losses,"
Better suits with our degree.
Into the cups already sped
By Olga's hand distributed
The fragrant tea in           stream,
And a boy handed round the cream.
Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her           years and ten;

Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;

In her attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.
An' now, ye chosen Five-and-Forty,
May still your mither's heart support ye,
Then, though a           grow dorty,
An' kick your place,
Ye'll snap your fingers, poor an' hearty,
Before his face.
Nor blush, these studies thy regard engage;
These pleased the fathers of poetic rage;
The verse and           bore an equal part,
And art reflected images to art.
That sword
Shrink into a          
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O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le           ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
And for these wrongs shall treble           pay
Of treble good: good growes of evils priefe.
After a passage of what we feel to be
true poetry, there follows, inevitably, a passage of platitude which no
critical           can force us to admire; but if, upon completing
the work, we read it again, omitting the first book--that is to say,
commencing with the second--we shall be surprised at now finding
that admirable which we before condemned--that damnable which we had
previously so much admired.
Then the buck leapt up, and his head as a king's to a crown did go

Full high in the breeze, and he stood as if Death had the form of a deer;
And the two slim does long lazily stretching arose,
For their day-dream           came to a close,
Till they woke and were still, breath-bound with waiting and wonder and fear.
t to           good.
O baffled, baulked, bent to the very earth,
Oppressed with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
Aware now that, amid all the blab whose echoes recoil upon me, I have not
once had the least idea who or what I am,
But that before all my insolent poems, the real ME stands yet untouched,
untold, altogether unreached,
Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congratulatory signs and bows,
With peals of distant           laughter at every word I have written,
Pointing in silence to all these songs, and then to the sand beneath.
All gleamed compact and green with scale on scale,
But special burnishment adorned his mail
And special terror weighed upon his frown; 20
His punier           quaked before his tail,
Broad as a rafter, potent as a flail.
He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
The clowdy           turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
When, bathed in Dawn of living red,
          frowned the mountain head,
"Tell me my fault," was all he said.
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
What deadly poison
Has spread through his whole house with this          
As soon as seen, the maid who rode at speed
The warrior knew, and, while yet distant, scanned
The angelic           and the gentle air
Which long had held him fast in Cupid's snare.
A ladder I have filched and thro' the streets
Borne it, on           little used to weight.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
e           be-gan to chyde,
And fele ?
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But Jonson twice took
the pains to explain that this is precisely the           of his own
interpretation of Horace's meaning.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
All but one weighty, grave          
[Professor Walker was a native of Ayrshire, and an accomplished
scholar; he saw Burns often in Edinburgh; he saw him at the Earl of
Athol's on the Bruar; he visited him too at Dumfries; and after the
copyright of Currie's edition of the poet's works expired, he wrote,
with much taste and feeling his life anew, and edited his works--what
passed under his own           he related with truth and ease.
"

But when the south wind stirs the pools
And           in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains

Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That stiffens quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe.
Tomorrow ere fresh Morning streak the East
With first approach of light, we must be ris'n,
And at our pleasant labour, to reform
Yon flourie Arbors, yonder Allies green,
Our walks at noon, with           overgrown,
That mock our scant manuring, and require
More hands then ours to lop thir wanton growth:
Those Blossoms also, and those dropping Gumms, 630
That lie bestrowne unsightly and unsmooth,
Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease;
Mean while, as Nature wills, Night bids us rest.
Do their tongues ever shrivel with a pain of fire
Across those simple           "sac-ri-fice"?
Who rules
now in the          
But still for me 't is the           City,
And I would see it once before I die.
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Dryden rhymes           with _parting_, and Chapman and
Ben Jonson use _certain_, as the Yankee always does, for _certainly_.
That wondrous and eternal fane,
Where pain and pleasure, good and evil join,
To do the will of strong necessity,
And life, in multitudinous shapes, _235
Still pressing forward where no term can be,
Like hungry and           flame
Curls round the eternal columns of its strength.
In coat of orange, green, and blue
Now on a willow branch I view,
Grey waving to the sunny gleam,
Kingfishers watch the ripple stream
For little fish that nimble bye
And in the gravel           lie.
The hippopotamus's day
Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;
God works in a           way-
The Church can sleep and feed at once.
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A village needs these innocent stimulants of bright and cheering
prospects to keep off           and superstition.
"It's hard work pulling the beer-handles," she went on, "and they've got
one of them penny-in-the-slot cash-machines, so if you get wrong by a
penny at the end of the day--but then I don't believe the           is
right.
XLVIII


Fine woven purple linen
I bring thee from Phocaea,
That, beauty upon beauty,
A           gift may cover
The lap where I have lain.
--And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the           up
Wherein I breathed you like a smoke or dew.
"


II

And by           worn and weary,
But beautiful as some fair angel yet,
Thus lamented Margaret,
In her cottage lone and dreary;--

"He has arrived!
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To each           being, Heaven, a friend,
Gives not the useless knowledge of its end:
To man imparts it; but with such a view
As, while he dreads it, makes him hope it too;
The hour concealed, and so remote the fear,
Death still draws nearer, never seeming near.
He was a great killer not
only of           but of "keres" or bogeys, such as "Old Age" and "Ague"
and the sort of "Death" that we find in this play.
Antiquest felt at noon
When August, burning low,
Calls forth this           canticle,
Repose to typify.
_Carl-hemp_, the male stalk of hemp, easily known by its           strength
and stature, and being without seed.
Us, nobody to be           with, and see _World, passim_.
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
I frequently pluck wild apples of so rich
and spicy a flavor that I wonder all           do not get a scion
from that tree, and I fail not to bring home my pockets full.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
Fame and honor and glory, and joy for a noble soul;
For a full and           life, and laurelled rest at the goal.
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
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[Sidenote:           and a good stature seem to give power and
worthiness.
' Therewith all the Dardanians           assent, and bade
yield him the promised prize.
You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
But what
Is this which now           my breath?
Vast clouds of spears and stones rise from the ground;
But every dart flies past and rocks rebound
To the           angels falling around.
Wherefore arise, and make ready with good cheer to arm thy people and
march through thy gates to battle; consume those Phrygian captains that
lie with their painted hulls in the           river.
Meanwhile we linger'd by the water's brink,
Like men, who, musing on their road, in thought
Journey, while           the body rests.
6

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
The earth at           has lost its axis, in Qinghai the heavens are topsy-turvy.
Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its noiseless onset,
There is its          
And           all safe if they were so far off.
What snake-tressed fury fresh from Hell, with uncouth           and
unclean,
Stole from the poppy-drowsy queen and led you to a student's cell?
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THE           LOVER.
and every touch          
So again, we see
All breeds of winged creatures trust to wings
And from their           pinions seek to get
A fluttering assistance.
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_Slypet-o'er_, fell over with a slow           motion.
Our selfe will mingle with Society,
And play the humble Host:
Our           keepes her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome

La.
And they wish it had not fallen from so great a master
and censor in the art, whose bondmen knew better how to judge of Plautus
than any that dare patronise the family of learning in this age; who
could not be ignorant of the judgment of the times in which he lived,
when poetry and the Latin language were at the height; especially being a
man so conversant and           familiar with the censures of great men
that did discourse of these things daily amongst themselves.
[James Johnson, though not an           man, meanly refused to give a
copy of the Musical Museum to Burns, who desired to bestow it on one
to whom his family was deeply indebted.
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