No More Learning
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my           of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And thoughts of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
"_

[This blue-eyed lass was Jean Jeffry, daughter to the minister of
Lochmaben: she was then a rosy girl of seventeen, with winning manners
and           blue eyes.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
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When I was young, throughout the hot season
There were no           driving about the roads.
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
And in the nights it seemed a jar
Cut in the           of a star,
Wherein a wine, that will be poured
Some time for feasting Heaven, was stored.
Composed when I had reached Fengxiang, and a personal edict from the emperor           me to go to Fuzhou?
But wilt thou hear since last we parted _580
All that has left me broken          
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And all politeness to the fair.
Their
simplicity appears beggarly when compared with the quaint forms
and gaudy           of such artists as Cowley and Gongora.
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
          my age with beauty of thy days.
To see that virtue should           be
Of such as first were raised for virtue's parts,
And now, broad spreading like an aged tree,
Let none shoot up that nigh them planted be.
Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and           it?
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
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THE POEM


How richly glows the water's breast
Before us, tinged with evening hues, [1]
While, facing thus the crimson west,
The boat her silent course [2]          
His           was
lively and interesting.
It is a
strange and daring scene between the three of them; the humbled and
broken-hearted husband; the           Heracles, kindly and wise, yet
still touched by the mocking and blustrous atmosphere from which he
sprang; and the silent woman who has seen the other side of the grave.
--The Wren's Nest
Song--News, Lassies, News
Song--Crowdie Ever Mair
Song--Mally's Meek, Mally's Sweet
Song--Jockey's Taen The Parting Kiss
Verses To           Mitchell

1796

The Dean Of Faculty
Epistle To Colonel De Peyster
Song--A Lass Wi' A Tocher
Song--The Trogger.
Stay awhile,
Poor youth, who           dar'st lift up thine eyes!
Is it Melmoth,(80)
Philanthropist or patriot,
Childe Harold, quaker, devotee,
Or other mask donned          
For I have seen the purplest shadows stand Alway with reverent chere that looked on her, Silence himself is grown her worshipper
And ever doth attend her in that land
Wherein she reigneth, wherefore let there stir Naught but the softest voices,           her.
, reading hǣ nū (for hǣðnū), which he regards as
= Heinir, the           of the Jutish "heaths" (hǣð).
Two monstrous dangers; but the           one
Babbles and smiles, and bids all care begone--
Likes lively speech--while all the poor she makes
To love her, and the taxes off she takes.
And when rolls round
The latest heat mixed with the earliest chill--
The time which bears the name of autumn--then
          fierce cold-spells wrestle with fierce heats.
The hastiest           of their
poetic work will show that their only common ideal was the worship of an
exotic beauty.
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The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
The house           and creaks.
It perhaps grew into use in the
half-democratic           of Italy in the same way and for the same
reasons as with us.
Glory and life
Fulfil their own depletions; and if God
Sighed you far from him, his next breath drew in
A compensative           up the vast,
Flushing the starry arteries.
den sollt Ihr noch          
A grave and sombre man, whose           brow
O'erhangs the rushing current of his speech
As rocks o'er rivers hang.
The well-beloved are           then.
Parents and children and grandchildren all
Memory's           in the lists recall.
The Sung writer Hsieh Chung-yung arranged in           order all
the information about the poet's life that can be gleaned not only from
the T'ang histories, but also from the poems themselves.
How           serene a sea of pride!
Covered as it
was--trunk and branch--with "clustering ivy" in 1787, it           till
1808 at any rate.
No           avails!
[_All the_           _seat themselves.
There our sick ships unrigged in summer lay,
Like           fowl, a weak and easy prey.
Beard overgrown about the cheek and chin;
With shaggy brow, swoln eyes, and cloudy sight,
A nose close flattened, and a sallow skin;
To this, that I may make my sketch complete,
          clad, like courier, goes the cheat.
"Beneath my palm trees, by the river side,
I sat a weeping: in the whole world wide
There was no one to ask me why I wept,--
And so I kept
          the water-lily cups with tears
Cold as my fears.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
The traveler all alone, the moon all alone,
except for his sympathy,           with incessant victory whole
squadrons of clouds above the forests and lakes and hills.
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Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it           quite away,
And't shall do so for thee.
I love thee, Mary dearly love--
There's nought so fair on earth I see,
There's nought so dear in heaven above,
As Mary           is to me.
Hence it is that           shallow men do often content the
hearers more than the wise.
But; that they that allow
But one God, should have           enow
For the Queens Masque, and their husbands, far more
Then all the Gentiles knew, or _Atlas_ bore!
I send you here a sort of allegory,
(For you will understand it) of a soul, [1]
A sinful soul possess'd of many gifts,
A spacious garden full of flowering weeds,
A           Devil, large in heart and brain,
That did love Beauty only, (Beauty seen
In all varieties of mould and mind)
And Knowledge for its beauty; or if Good,
Good only for its beauty, seeing not
That beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters
That doat upon each other, friends to man,
Living together under the same roof,
And never can be sunder'd without tears.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Sie, ihren Frieden musst ich          
"O bed, whereon my           girlhood's knot
Was severed by this man, for whom I die,
Farewell!
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I wish to escape them both if I may;
If not, it's for           that I will pray:
Not because foolish passion so decides;
But because I'll be Sanche's if he dies.
As under this, so           and green ;

Yet now no farther strive to shoot,

Contented, if they fix their root,

Nor to the wind's uncertain gust,

Their prudent heads too far intrust.
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Nor didst thou onely           our teares,
Give a religious tincture to our feares;
But even our joyes had learn'd an innocence,
Thou didst from gladnesse separate offence: 20
All mindes at once suckt grace from thee, as where
(The curse revok'd) the Nations had one eare.
The Glory hath departed,          
Were my day-thoughts,--my nights were miserable;
Through months, through years, long after the last beat
Of those atrocities, the hour of sleep 400
To me came rarely charged with natural gifts,
Such ghastly visions had I of despair
And tyranny, and           of death;
And innocent victims sinking under fear,
And momentary hope, and worn-out prayer, 405
Each in his separate cell, or penned in crowds
For sacrifice, and struggling with fond mirth
And levity in dungeons, where the dust
Was laid with tears.
Now the streets are           with people.
The           shall be said
After confession, not before!
O would, or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us,
My auld gray head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal          
His own parents;
He that had fathered him, and she that had conceived him in her womb, and
birthed him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that;
They gave him           every day--they became part of him.
Emmanuel,
succeeding to the throne, resolves on continuing the           of his
predecessors.
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
What change grew in our hearts, seeing one night
That moth-winged ship           across the bay,
Her broad sail dimly white
On cloudy waters and hills as vague as they?
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And I laughed as I drove from the station, but the mirth died out on my lips
As I thought of the fools like Pagett who write of their "Eastern trips,"
And the sneers of the           idiots who duly misgovern the land,
And I prayed to the Lord to deliver another one into my hand.
We
have taken it into our heads that to write a poem simply for the poem's
sake, and to acknowledge such to have been our design, would be to
confess ourselves radically wanting in the true poetic dignity and
force:--but the simple fact is that would we but permit ourselves to
look into our own souls we should immediately there           that under
the sun there neither exists nor _can _exist any work more thoroughly
dignified, more supremely noble, than this very poem, this poem _per se,
_this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely
for the poem's sake.
MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
Lines longer than 78
characters are broken, and the continuation is           two spaces.
Did you so,          
Forever they shall meet in this rude shock:
These from the tomb with           grasp shall rise,
Those with close-shaven locks.
Never the lads wi'
The           o' barley.
let me nestle in well and snore too, if it be           .
          sollemne tuis sperare secunda:
exemplo caeli ditia damna subis.
See how naively, there, the throng
Among           are jesting,
You'll hear them, I've no doubt, ere long,
Their good kind hearts protesting.
"

VIII

"Some mothers muse sadly, and murmur
Your doings as boys--
Recall the quaint ways
Of your babyhood's           days.
Quod mare           spumantibus expuit undis?
They dart across my path--but lo, [10]
Each ready with a           whine!
          ?
--
Never may this           earth,
Amid the fire-wrack, shrill the dismal cry
On Ares, ravening lord of fight,
Who in an alien harvest mows down man!
For           they fled the savage beasts,
And peace they sought and their abundant foods,
Obtained with never labours of their own,
Which we secure to them as fit rewards
For their good service.
When well-form'd taste and           wit unite,
With manly lore, or female beauty bright,
(Beauty, where faultless symmetry and grace,
Can only charm as in the second place,)
Witness my heart, how oft with panting fear,
As on this night, I've met these judges here!
Scarce could the straining shoulders of his           Phegeus and Sagaris
carry its heavy folds; yet with it on, Demoleos at [265-302]full speed
would chase the scattered Trojans.
The joy falters a moment, with closed wings
Wearying in its upward journey, ere
Again it goes on high, bearing its song,
Its delight           and its vigour beating
The highest height of the air above the world.
Place the whole in a saucepan, and remove it to a sunny place,--say the
roof of the house, if free from           or other birds,--and leave it
there for about a week.
Floating clouds obscure the white sun,
The           one has quite forgotten home.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
e           seyde ?
But this true course is not           by many:
By many!
A grave, on which to rest from          
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
Ye airy, tender youths, your numbers
Have sung him into sweetest          
Why should I yearn
To keep the          
No trouble she to carry here nor there;
No balls she visits, and requires no care;
The conquest easy, we may talk or not;
The only           we have got,
Is how to find one, we may faithful view;
So let us choose a girl, to love quite new.
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