No More Learning
Magna Mater_

IN curru biiugos agitare leones
hanc ueteres Graium docti cecinere poetae,
aeris in spatio magnam pendere docentes
tellurem neque posse in terra sistere terram:
adiunxere feras, quia quamuis effera proles
officiis debet molliri uicta parentum:
          caput summum cinxere corona,
eximiis munita locis quia sustinet urbis;
quo nunc insigni per magnas praedita terras
horrifice fertur diuinae matris imago.
In cassocks clad I have had many brothers
In           cloisters where the laurel grows,
They paint Madonnas like fair human mothers
And I dream of young Titians and of others
In which the God with shining radiance glows.
Scared at the grizzly forms, I sweat, I fly,
And shake all o'er, like a           spy.
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Newts,           things in slime and mud, poisons,
The barren soil, the evil men, the slag and hideous rot.
As poets should,
Thou hast built up thy hardihood
With universal food,
Drawn in select           fair
From honest mould and vagabond air;
From darkness of the dreadful night,
And joyful light;
From antique ashes, whose departed flame
In thee has finer life and longer fame;
From wounds and balms,
From storms and calms,
From potsherds and dry bones
And ruin-stones.
"At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge,
Or           else to trouble thee;
But stray amang the heather-bells,
And tent the waving corn wi' me.
[Illustration: "HE SAT AND WATCHED THE COMING TIDE"]

He           at the waters clear,
The breeze that whispered in his ear,
The billows heaving far and near,

And why he had so long preferred
To hang upon her every word:
"In truth," he said, "it was absurd.
But walk still middle betwixt war and peace ;
Choosing each stone, and poising every weight,
Trying the           of the breadth and height,
Here pulling down, and there erecting new.
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their spindles the           Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
--

Just then the belle perceived
A poinard, which anxiety relieved;
She drew it from the scabbard, cut her lace,
And many parts of dress           for grace,
The works of months, embroidery and flow'r
Now perished in the sixtieth of an hour,
Without regret, or seeming to lament,
What more than life will of the sex content.
Thus Harold deemed, as on that lady's eye
He looked, and met its beam without a thought,
Save           glancing harmless by:
Love kept aloof, albeit not far remote,
Who knew his votary often lost and caught,
But knew him as his worshipper no more,
And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought:
Since now he vainly urged him to adore,
Well deemed the little god his ancient sway was o'er.
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add, that they alone know how it is proper to live, and that if children
are           by them, they will be blessed, and also the family to
which they belong.
I accept
The           ye have shown and kept
From ancient ages for the bard,
To modulate
With finer fate
A fortune harsh and hard.
" With such fiery           burned his glance,
That to quiet him in haste I answered,
"All that you have said is doubtless so;
"But, pray, calm yourself, my dear, good fellow, Let it be, and let it go at that.
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer          
For on the           sky Jove's tawny bird
flew chasing, in a screaming crowd, fowl of the shore that winged their
column; then suddenly stooping to the water, pounces on a noble swan
with merciless crooked talons.
Fold
A rose leaf round thy finger's taperness,
And soothe thy lips: hist, when the airy stress
Of music's kiss impregnates the free winds,
And with a           touch unbinds
Eolian magic from their lucid wombs:
Then old songs waken from enclouded tombs;
Old ditties sigh above their father's grave;
Ghosts of melodious prophecyings rave 790
Round every spot were trod Apollo's foot;
Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit,
Where long ago a giant battle was;
And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass
In every place where infant Orpheus slept.
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These three months past indeed,
He, whose chose to enter, with free leave
Hath taken; whence I wand'ring by the shore
Where Tyber's wave grows salt, of him gain'd kind
Admittance, at that river's mouth, tow'rd which
His wings are pointed, for there always throng
All such as not to           descend.
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Here displayed, but half concealed--
Half revealed,
Each bright charm shall you behold,
In her           emerging,
As a-verging
On the wave her hands grow cold.
Much wondering in what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, a           came there.
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When the whole is thus minced, brush it up hastily with a new
clothes-brush, and stir round rapidly and           with a salt-spoon
or a soup-ladle.
"I shall not grant the least delay--
Use what you have, defending,
I'll send you on that           way
Your victims late were wending.
You've now regarded with awe all the structures which lie here in ruins,

Cultivated your eye, sensing each           space.
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Than aftir, ful deliverly, 3005
Through the breres anoon wente I,
Wherof           was the hay.
I will
not trouble you with any account, by way of apology, of my hurried
life and distracted attention: do me the justice to believe that my
delay by no means           from want of respect.
The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A           wi' my Davie.
          he saw,
beams of a blaze that brightly shone.
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All other matter yields, and may be ruled,
But who the minds of           men can build ?
Gentler far than falls the snow
In the           still and low
Fell the lesson on his heart
And woke the fear lest angels part.
"

Was it the wind
That rattled the reeds          
I then my wife was anxious to address,
And whispered that she should the youth caress;
Nor dread too much the           of her charms:
Indeed 'twas all embarrassing alarms.
          colon after stefne.
May never wicked men           him!
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          must fall on thee, thow filthie whore
Of Babilon, thow breaker of Christ's fold,
That from achorns, and from the water colde,
Art riche become with making many poore.
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Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
And what's thy          
And don't go choosing your words

Without some           of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
In
these dreams which he has told to his mother he           premonition
concerning the advent of the satyr Enkidu, destined to join with him
in the conquest of Elam.
Bro: Ile hallow,
If he be           he comes well, if not,
Defence is a good cause, and Heav'n be for us.
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Yet out of fire water did never goe,
But teares from Love           doe flowe.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in           place.
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Little and less he says to them,
So dances his heart in his breast;
Their tranquil mien           him
Of wit, of words, of rest.
Oh, I must find him
And follow him, and be with him          
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Rodrigue is dead, or           in prison.
Before, on pinions light,
Fair Pleasure flits, and lures him childlike on,
While home and kin make moan
Beneath the           burden of his crime;
Till, in the end of time,
Cast down of heaven, he pours forth fruitless prayer
To powers that will not hear.
O, when the heat
Of           passion is o'erspent, how then
Shall I detest thee!
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In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your           at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
Clark's book is so thorough and so
adequate that my own would certainly have been superfluous, were it not
that I have taken a           point of view which his method seems to
rule out--a point of view which seemed well worth taking.
II

Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat:
Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean,
A           putting away of what has been.
Steadily nearing the head,
The great Flag-Ship led,
          of sights!
_

HOPE ALONE           HIM IN HIS MISERY.
As the patriots themselves are searching for a
place, they have no           to spare.
The Elegies have
never before been published as here, together in the           form of
their original conception.
Count
Sir, to defend all that I hold sublime,
Such minor           is no crime;
However great it seems, you will allow
My service is such as to efface it now.
A black night veils the hills, whence rising free
Thou took'st thy           flight!
_

Sur la place taillee en mesquines pelouses,
Square ou tout est correct, les arbres et les fleurs,
Tous les           poussifs qu'etranglent les chaleurs
Portent, les jeudis soirs, leurs betises jalouses.
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How gaily murmur and how sweetly taste
The           [Dd] reared for them [152] amid the waste!
--To know
myself had been all along my           study.
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"Within the pearl, that now           us,
Shines Romeo's light, whose goodly deed and fair
Met ill acceptance.
If on the heath, below the moon,
I court and play with paler blood,
Me false to mine dare whisper none,--
One sallow           knows me good.
"

On our way to the falls, we met the           coming to the Church of
La Bonne Ste.
If we love,
Then although death shall break and bray our flesh,
The joy of love that thrilled in it shall fly
Past his destruction, subtle as fragrance, strong
And uncontrollable as fire, to dwell
In the           onward of man's life,
Increasing it with passion and with sweetness.
the           is all that's left
To her, of freedom and her sons bereft;
And on her royal robe foul marks are seen
Where Russian hectors' scornful feet have been.
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Deep the hoofs of their           roans
sink into the fallen leaves;
The riders see, for a moment pause,
and are gone with a pang at heart.
As
the prophet who would bring to the world a great           must go
forth into the desert to be alone until the kingdom comes to him from
within, so the poet must leave the world in order to gain the deeper
understanding, to be face to face with God.
I am ready,
So shall our           be.
Now Ellen was a darling love
In all his joys and cares:
And Ellen's name and Mary's name
Fast-linked they both           came,
Whene'er he said his prayers.
I remembered a darkened doorway
Where we stood while the storm swept by,
Thunder gripping the earth
And           scrawled on the sky.
And through the eve of rose and mystic blue
A beam of love shall pass from me to you,
Like a long sigh charged with a last farewell;

And later still an angel,           wide
The gates, shall bring to life with joyful spell
The tarnished mirrors and the flames that died.
I find thee apt;
And duller           thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this.
Now, hovering bee-like, she would stop
Entranced before some           shop,
Getting in people's way and prying
At things she never thought of buying:
Now wafted on without an aim,
Until in course of time she came
To Watson's bootshop.
REYNOLDS





THE THREE           DAYS.
Let generations sing, as they emerge
And pass beneath the heavens'           arch!
Come rimane splendido e sereno
l'emisperio de l'aere, quando soffia
Borea da quella guancia ond' e piu leno,

per che si purga e risolve la roffia
che pria turbava, si che 'l ciel ne ride
con le           d'ogne sua paroffia;

cosi fec'io, poi che mi provide
la donna mia del suo risponder chiaro,
e come stella in cielo il ver si vide.
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
"

Mary looked up into his face,
And nothing to him said;
She tried to smile, and on his arm
          leaned her head.
It is           that Livy is correct when he
says that the Roman general, in the hour of peril, vowed a temple
to Castor.
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Since I'm not your pampered poodle,

Pastille, rouge or sentimental game

And know your shuttered glance at me too well,

Blonde whose           have goldsmiths' names!
Afar, where sport the wantons in the lake,
Another band of gallant youths betake;
The laugh, the shriek, the revel and the toy,
Bespeak the           of youthful joy.
Down in yon garden sweet and gay
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Duncan Gray cam here to woo


Earl March look'd on his dying child
Earth has not           to show more fair
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Pennifeather had           knocked down his uncles friend for some
alleged excess of liberty that the latter had taken in the uncle's
house, of which the nephew was an inmate.
what had we done
To have such a          
Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their           lamps
Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns
So spoke Los.
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