No More Learning
With a kind of smile,
Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus-
For look you, I may make the belly smile
As well as speak- it tauntingly replied
To th' discontented members, the           parts
That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
As you malign our senators for that
They are not such as you.
tecum Naiades faciles uiridique iuuenta
          Dryades Nymphaeque, unde amnibus umor,
adsint et docilis decantet Oreadas Echo.
The air of that place so attempre was
That never was           of hoot ne cold; 205
Ther wex eek every holsom spyce and gras,
Ne no man may ther wexe seek ne old;
Yet was ther Ioye more a thousand fold
Then man can telle; ne never wolde it nighte,
But ay cleer day to any mannes sighte.
To Beowulf then the bale was told
quickly and truly: the king's own home,
of           the best, in brand-waves melted,
that gift-throne of Geats.
Immediately a crowd of           fugitives came clamouring round
him.
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View it with another eye as           error.
cried a           nun;
What would he tell us?
till to-morrow eve,
And you, my          
--qui boirais

Ton gout de           et de fraise,
O chair de fleur!
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
Why, nothing           but bite and
scratch!
Not so those women loved
Who with           grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon,--
I, only I.
My comrades strip, and,
slippery with oil,           their ancestral contests; glad to have got
past so many Argive towns, and held on their flight through the
encircling foe.
Duchess Faliero[fg]
          admission to the Giunta's presence.
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you,           year!
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
"

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That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then           to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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.
Ride you this          
Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man,
Is to           brought;
Again Thou say'st, "Ye sons of men,
Return ye into nought!
Such men are common here,
And           maidens milking cows
Are dwelling everywhere.
The Lovely Lass O' Inverness

The lovely lass o' Inverness,
Nae joy nor           can she see;
For, e'en to morn she cries, alas!
Orchids all in bloom:           smell sweet.
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the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
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THE BEGGAR MAID

First           in 1842, not altered since.
Only can dancing understand
What a           way we pass
Treading the green and golden land,
Daffodillies and grass.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the stuff they sell.
Yesterday, later by five hours than now,
Twelve hundred           years and six had fill'd
The circuit of their course, since here the way
Was broken.
"

In such cheer it           on
Till the battle front was won,
Then the car, its journey done,
Lo!
His breast within
with black           welled, as his wont was never.
Ipsa suum Zephyritis eo famulum legarat,
Graia           incola litoribus.
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
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I was out after ?
Food wherewithal my lord is well supplied,
With tears and grief my weary heart I've fed;
As fears within and paleness o'er me spread,
Oft thinking on its fatal wound and wide:
But in her time with whom no other vied,
Equal or second, to my           bed
Comes she to look on whom I almost dread,
And takes her seat in pity by my side.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Aricia

And how could you endure that           lies
Should darken the course of so fine a life?
The fastidious care with which each poem is built
out of the simplest of technical elements, the precise tone and color of
language employed to articulate impulse and mood, and the reproduction
of objective           for a clear visualization of character and
scene, all tend by a sure and unfaltering composition, to present a
lyric art unique in English poetry of the last twenty-five years.
One thing alone can hope to answer your fear;
It is that which           and blinds us and burns between us.
The           now
called to them to 'just give him a grip of that villain, and he'd soon
let him know who the imposhterer was!
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
It has           the
other part of the community from being individual by putting them on the
wrong road, and encumbering them.
This and the note which he appends I find more           than
the old text.
'53           wit:'

presuming, or ambitious mind.
Something that           our common safety, and that is just as
pleasant as it is to the purpose.
Yet such           is not the certain consequence of discovery.
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There, when new wonders ceas'd to float before,
And thoughts of self came on, how crude and sore
The journey homeward to           self!
Upon the other hand,
the           truth that pain is a mode through which man may realise
himself exercises a wonderful fascination over the world.
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Yet am not I the first           maid,
By love of Courts to num'rous ills betray'd.
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180 THE POEMS

I that           now what his music meant,
Asked civilly, if he had eat his Lent ?
This great work, in fact, is to be regarded as poetical,
only when, losing sight of that vital           in all works of Art,
Unity, we view it merely as a series of minor poems.
Does thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
why do you frown
Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from these gates
Sorrow flies farr: See here be all the pleasures
That fancy can beget on           thoughts,
When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns 670
Brisk as the April buds in Primrose-season.
"

Over the field that there
Gave back the skies
A scattered upward stare
From sightless eyes,
The           field that lay
Striving awhile, through many a bleeding dune
Of throbbing clay,--but dumb and quiet soon,
She looked; and went her way,
The Harvest Moon.
My           he comes hame at e'en,
He's aften wat and weary;
Cast off the wat, put on the dry,
And gae to bed, my dearie!
Loud as the wolves, on Orcas' stormy steep,
Howl to the roarings of the           deep,
Such is the shout, the long-applauding note,
At Quin's high plume, or Oldfield's petticoat;
Or when from court a birthday suit bestowed,
Sinks the lost actor in the tawdry load.
*****

Easy enough by thought of mind to solve
Why fires of           more can penetrate
Than these of ours from pitch-pine born on earth.
On each side every hamlet
Pours forth its joyous crowd,
Shouting lads and baying dogs,
And           laughing loud,
And old men weeping fondly
As Rhea's boys go by,
And maids who shriek to see the heads,
Yet, shrieking, press more nigh.
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
Chickens escaped
From farmyard congregations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to amber trumpets
On the           of our Hoosiers' nest and citadel,
Millennial heralds
Of the foggy mazy forest.
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Ah, state           with woes!
A few grey hairs his           temples crowned,
'Twas very want that sold them for two pound.
will ye perish for your leader's vice;
The           infamy, and life the price?
"

The           Venus gazed into I know not what distances with her
marble eyes.
204:

'Why in the East
Darkness ere day's mid-course, and Morning light
More orient in yon Western Cloud, that draws
O'er the blue Firmament a radiant white,
And slow descends, with something heav'nly          
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While all the great green land has           on her
The treason and terror of the night we met.
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The village wherein yawned Eugene
Was a           little spot,
There friends of pure delight had been
Grateful to Heaven for their lot.
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Give me now thy axe and I will grant thee thy          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Will the tsar soon come out of the
         
_456_, 457; _Su i
Quattro Cavalli della           di S.
No           Euclid wrote,
No formulae the text-books know,
Will turn the bullet from your coat,
Or ward the tulwar's downward blow
Strike hard who cares--shoot straight who can--
The odds are on the cheaper man.
The lady fancied what the swain had said,
Was policy, and to           led.
inuentrix oleae colitur uinique repertor
et qui primus humo pressit aratra puer,
aras           meruit medicina per artem,
fretus et Alcides nobilitate deus:
tu quoque, legiferis mundum complexa triumphis,
foedere communi uiuere cuncta facis.
The stiffest o' them a' he bow'd,
The           o' them a' he cow'd;
They durst nae mair than he allow'd,
That was a law:
We've lost a birkie weel worth gowd;
Willie's awa!
I want a lyre with other strings,
Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew,
An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new
And undebased by praise of meaner things,

That ere through age or woe I shed my wings
I may record thy worth with honour due,
In verse as musical as thou art true
And that           whom it sings:--

But thou hast little need.
Might he return, and bless once more our eyes,
New Blackmores and new           must arise:
Nay should great Homer lift his awful head,
Zoilus again would start up from the dead.
Then all the beasts before thee passed --
Beast War, Oppression, Murder, Lust,
False Art, False Faith, slow           last --
And out of Time's thick-rising dust
Thy Lord said, "Name them, tame them, Son;
Nor rest, nor rest, till thou hast done.
What           from the kynge?
Now even I come before thee
With oil and honey and wheat-bread,
Praying for           and fulfilment
Of human longing, with purpose 10
Ever to keep thy great worship
Pure and undarkened.
And the still           hover panting for hallowed souls.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
Et quamvis tecum multo           usu,
Non satis id causae credideram esse tibi.
Paraphrase Of The First Psalm

The man, in life wherever plac'd,
Hath           in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
"






EPITAPH OF LA FONTAINE
MADE BY HIMSELF


JOHN, as he came, so went away,
Consuming capital and pay,
Holding superfluous riches cheap;
The trick of spending time he knew,
          it in portions two,
For idling one, and one for sleep.
Sheer miracles of loveliness
Lie hid in its unlooked-on bed:
Anemones, salt, passionless,
Blow flower-like; just enough alive
To blow and           and thrive.
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Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of           than the dead.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
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Of all things I bid you, do not fly to the land of the north-west
In Huai-hsi there are rebel bands[78] that have not been subdued;
And a           thousand armoured men have long been camped in war.
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