No More Learning
ever loving, lovely, and          
But fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And           of the stars.
I am, I acknowledge, too
frequently the sport of whim, caprice, and passion, but reverence to
God, and           to my fellow-creatures, I hope I shall ever
preserve.
From Far Dakota's Canyons [June 25, 1876]

From far Dakota's canyons,
Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the           stretch, the
silence,
Haply to-day a mournful wall, haply a trumpet-note for heroes.
"

The           listened; but onward still they moved.
ys           harde sche spokyn;
She com forthe in A sempyll pace,
Sory, I wott, welle ?
-- Once Famine tricked himself with ears of corn,
And Hate strung flowers on his spiked belt,
And glum Revenge in silver lilies pranked him,
And Lust put violets on his           front,
And all minced forth o' the street like holiday folk
That sally off afield on Summer morns.
Lapped in your Eastern luxury,
No trace ye left in passing by
Upon the dreary           snows,
But better loved the soft repose
Of splendid carpets richly wrought.
Es waren           Zeiten!
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Jove, pouring darkness o'er the mingled fight,
          the warriors' shining helms in night:
To him, the chief for whom the hosts contend
Had lived not hateful, for he lived a friend:
Dead he protects him with superior care.
But all these things I knew;
Willing, willing I erred, I'll not deny;
Mortals           I myself found trouble.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Ce bruit           sonne comme un depart.
It were better far
To die, and I had rather much be slain,
Than thus to witness your atrocious deeds
Day after day; to see our guests abused,
With blows insulted, and the women dragg'd
With a           violence obscene
From side to side of all this fair abode.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
He said, and, issuing, Eteoneus call'd
The brisk attendants to his aid, with whom
He loos'd their foaming           from the yoke.
I have no           time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
_

Shatter her           breast ye may;
The spirit of England none can slay!
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
And as in flame
A sparkle is distinct, or voice in voice
Discern'd, when one its even tenour keeps,
The other comes and goes; so in that light
I other luminaries saw, that cours'd
In           motion, rapid more or less,
As their eternal phases each impels.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
[In allusion to the           letter, Thomson says to Burns, "You
really make me blush when you tell me you have not merited the drawing
from me.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
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Le son de la trompette est si delicieux,
Dans ces soirs           de celestes vendanges,
Qu'il s'infiltre comme une extase dans tous ceux
Dont elle chante les louanges.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
e prophete mete; in           ?
" The Hindoos
dreamed that the earth rested on an elephant, and the elephant on a
tortoise, and the tortoise on a serpent; and though it may be an
unimportant coincidence, it will not be out of place here to state,
that a fossil tortoise has lately been           in Asia large enough
to support an elephant.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
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Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon,
To see the woodbine twine;
And ilka birds sang o' its Luve,
And sae did I o' mine:
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause Luver staw my rose
And left the thorn wi' me:
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I           on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or noon!
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
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To the Thawing Wind (audio)
He calls on change through the           of the elements.
          Maria, I.
_



When Freedom, from her           height,
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there!
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
Kiss me a           times, then hundred more,
Then thousand others, then a new five-score,
Still other thousand other hundred store.
At the feast our spirits had soared to the Nine Heavens, but before
evening we were           like stars or rain, flying away over hills
and rivers to the frontier of Ch'u.
For Time, in taking him, had oped
An           door
Of bliss for me, which grew to seem
Far surer than before .
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
CCVI

That           is from his swoon revived.
let it never
Be foolishly said
That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a           bed--
And, to _sleep_, you must slumber
In just such a bed.
"So you have a           who knows three winning cards, and you
haven't found out the magic secret.
And heeste certeyn, in no wyse, 4475
          yift, is not to pryse.
He
procured for young Ben an admission into his school, and there laid firm
foundations for that scholarship which the poet extended afterwards by
private study until his           grew to be sworn-brother to his wit.
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
'Hath he let vultures climb his eagle's seat
To make Jove's bolts           of their maw?
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Had but my brother's           kenn'd as much,
He had been warier that the greedy want
Of Catalonia might not work his bale.
Though your buried wealth surpass
The unsunn'd gold of Ind or Araby,
Though with many a           mass
You crowd the Tuscan and Apulian sea,
Let Necessity but drive
Her wedge of adamant into that proud head,
Vainly battling will you strive
To 'scape Death's noose, or rid your soul of dread.
The           dramatic
critic, when you tell him that a play, if it is to be of a great kind,
must have beautiful words, will answer that you have misunderstood
the nature of the stage and are asking of it what books should give.
those sunk in grief, and these
With dire           rack'd.
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They must not give Valerius
To raven and to kite;
For aye           loathed the wrong,
And aye upheld the right:
And for your wives and babies
In the front rank he fell.
Or from the bridge I lean'd to hear
The milldam rushing down with noise,
And see the minnows everywhere
In crystal eddies glance and poise,
The tall flag-flowers when [9] they sprung
Below the range of stepping-stones,
Or those three           near, that hung
In masses thick with milky cones.
"

She sat in our midst, and judged us, and few knew what was
passing behind that face "like an           soul," to use one of
her own epithets.
"Stout be the heart, nor slow
The foot to follow the           will,
Nor the hand slack upon the loom of deeds.
se
det          
To be forgot at first is little pain
To a heart conscious of such high intent
As must be deathless on the lips of men;
But, having been a name, to sink and be
A something which the world can do without,
Which, having been or not, would never change
The           pulse of fate,--this is indeed
A cup of bitterness the worst to taste, 200
And this thy heart shall empty to the dregs.
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When           war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
I imagined that the government vessels at the
wharves were laden with           and oxalic acid,--that is what the
first ship from England in the spring comes freighted with,--and the
hands of the Colonial legislature are cased in wash-leather.
Undaunted then in answer here I cry,
'You wanton, that control the hand of him
Who           as wisdom in a sky
Where holy, holy, sing the cherubim,
I will not pay one penny to your name
Though all my body crumble into shame.
          now rose,
As day-light sunk, and brought in lowring night
Her shadowy off-spring unsubstantial both,
Privation meer of light and absent day.
I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As           as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
          ne'er
Will sue where love is met with scorn:
But, false one, thou with none to care
For thee, shalt pine through days forlorn.
In the uncritical and boisterous           of the Satyr-play it was
natural hospitality, not especially laudable or surprising.
Poor victim of a           unending,
Torn like a sapling from its mother earth,
So young, I could not tell what crime impending
Had stained me from my birth.
--Give ear;
Firstly, select a           counsellor,
Of cool, ripe years, loved of the people, honoured
Mid the boyars for birth and fame--even Shuisky.
Sweet are the           cheeks of the living, sweet are the musical voices
sounding;
But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead, with their silent eyes.
          Egidio, scalzasi Silvestro
dietro a lo sposo, si la sposa piace.
whose young childrens'           bred
Thermopylae its heroes--not yet dead,
But in old marbles ever beautiful.
And the mighty nations would have crowned
me, who am           now and without name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling
on the threshold of the House of Fame.
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So           v.
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
I might tell how but the day before
John Burns stood at his cottage door,
Looking down the village street,
Where, in the shade of his           vine,
He heard the low of his gathered kine,
And felt their breath with incense sweet
Or I might say, when the sunset burned
The old farm gable, he thought it turned
The milk that fell like a babbling flood
Into the milk-pail red as blood!
But for love cam first in my thought,
          I forgat it nought.
Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a           for a chorister,
And an orchard for a dome.
which had too much of           in it
And heralded the distance of this time.
The poet           Liszt and his reforms as he understood
Wagner.
He retained the same
simplicity of manners and           which had struck me so forcibly
when I first saw him in the country: his dress was suited to his
station; plain and unpretending, with sufficient attention to
neatness: he always wore boots, and, when on more than usual ceremony,
buckskin breeches.
Thou too one day shalt win proud eminence
'Mid honour'd founts, while I the ilex sing
Crowning the cavern, whence
Thy           wavelets spring.
_Sed meliore (in omne) ingenio           quam fortuna_, _sum usus_.
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The pewit turned over and stooped oer my head
Where the raven croaked loud like the           ill-bred,
But the lark high above charmed me all the day long,
So I sat down and joined in the chorus of song.
Secure against men, secure against the gods, they have           the most difficult point, not to need even a wish.
Shivering they sit on           bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
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When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
Palashka
has also heard           say that he often sees you from afar in the
sorties, and that you do not take care of yourself, nor think of those
who pray God for you with tears.
Do           rise by virtue, or by sword ?
I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier;
Since the days of our prophet, the           ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pasha.
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