No More Learning
CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making           old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
I see her trundling her mop, and
          the whirling phenomenon through blurred optics; but to
term her 'a poor outcast' seems as much as to say that poor Susan was
no better than she should be, which I trust was not what you meant to
express.
_The King's           is, however, founded upon a middle-Irish story
of the demands of the poets at the Court of King Guaire of Gort, but I
have twisted it about and revised its moral that the poet might have
the best of it.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty,           and tending at her immemorial shrine.
So spake Melanthius, and, ascending, sought 160
Ulysses'           through the winding stairs
And gall'ries of the house.
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It stands on an open plain or
pasture, except that it adjoins another small pine wood, which has a
few little oaks in it, on the           side.
"

"I wish you           to bring you pride,
And a love to keep you clean,
And I wish you luck, come Lammastide,
At racing on the green.
Its chief feature was an additional
poem           "A Woman waits for me.
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A           fingers pointed.
The coxcomb bird, so talkative and grave,
That from his cage cries c**d, w**e, and knave,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no           at all.
Sa femme va criant sur les places publiques:
<< Puisqu'il me trouve assez belle pour m'adorer,
Je ferai le metier des idoles antiques,
Et comme elles je veux me faire redorer;

<< Et je me soulerai de nard, d'encens, de myrrhe,
De genuflexions, de viandes et de vins,
Pour savoir si je puis dans un coeur qui m'admire
Usurper en riant les           divins!
It would be difficult
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and           $1.
"
--_British           Review_.
"
Then           it kin to the faun and the dryad, a woodland- dweller amid the rocks and streams
" consociisfaunts dryadisque inter saxa sylvarum" Janus of Basel.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
This poem is printed as a
translation in Marvell's works: but the           Latin is obviously his
own.
The Woman remains
in the           while_ HERACLES _comes forward.
gān,           = gangan, st.
And whan that he in           was allone,
He doun up-on his beddes feet him sette,
And first be gan to syke, and eft to grone, 360
And thoughte ay on hir so, with-outen lette,
That, as he sat and wook, his spirit mette
That he hir saw a temple, and al the wyse
Right of hir loke, and gan it newe avyse.
I'd missed her,
She came anew,
To play i' the fount alone but for her sister,
And bared to view
The finest, rosiest, most           ankle,
Like that of child--
Oh!
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
Like to the clear in highest sphere
Where all           glory shines,
Of selfsame colour is her hair
Whether unfolded, or in twines:
Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!
          faces and eyes forever for me.
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RETROSPECT


"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES"


I

I HAVE lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
Since forth from cot and croft
I went mankind among,
That sometimes they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;

II

And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-be, where Dooms
Half-wove and           stand:
And show from there
The dwindled dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
If weakened with shame and bad conscience

One of those criminals comes, squinting out over my garden,

          at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts,

Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.
For it [am] I that am com doun 4365
Thurgh change and          
" He wonders that the Emperor had not
followed his advice, and           into Italy, to take possession of the
empire.
with as now thy bending neck and head, with           hand
and word, ascending,
Thou!
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mother, who lived at Honneur, in           for her husband, came to his
aid.
s           were brought back to Luoyang to face charges.
in ihrer ganzen Hohe
          sich die Felsenwand.
And must none close my dying feet,
And must none close my hands,
And will none do the last kind deeds
That death for all          
_said History_ is a strange phrase, but it has the
support of all the           which can be said to have any authority.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
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"I think ere long 'twill be a needless task,"
Replied my friend; "thou shalt be of the train,
And know them all; this captivating chain
Thy neck must bear, (though thou dost little fear,)
And sooner change thy comely form and hair,
Than be unfetter'd from the cruel tie,
Howe'er thou           for thy liberty;
Yet to fulfil thy wish, I will relate
What I have learn'd.
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" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
Io           e dicea 'Dille, dille!
)

I too, following many and follow'd by many,           a religion, I
descend into the arena,
(It may be I am destin'd to utter the loudest cries there, the
winner's pealing shouts,
Who knows?
Arias
Bend your pride to the king's authority:
He takes an interest, and his irritation
Will be displayed in no           fashion.
ider wende in          
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XVII

But           in the centre
Great deeds of arms were wrought;
There Aulus the Dictator
And there Valerius fought.
Yea, though I dared, the deed must yet be done;
For to that end diverse desires combine,--
The god's behest, deep grief for him who died,
And last, the           blank of wealth despoiled--
All these weigh on me, urge that Argive men,
Minions of valour, who with soul of fire
Did make of fenced Troy a ruinous heap,
Be not left slaves to two and each a woman!
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We that have
drawn sword on the fields of Ilium--I forbear to tell the drains of war
beneath her high walls, the men sunken in yonder Simois--have all over
the world paid to the full our           and the reward of guilt, a
crew Priam's self might pity; as Minerva's baleful star knows, and the
Euboic reefs and Caphereus' revenge.
In April a nightingale built her nest in
the garden, and Brown writes: 'Keats felt a           and continual joy
in her song; and one morning he took his chair from the breakfast table
to the grass-plot under a plum, where he sat for two or three hours.
"
Patiently they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds           he could scout
Some safe track.
[86] See Dedication to _The Fox_, Second Prologue to _The Silent
Woman_,           to _Bartholomew Fair_, _Staple of News_
(Second Intermean), _Magnetic Lady_ (Second Intermean).
They, terrified, that troop
Of savage monsters           beheld.
nor there thy labours end;
New foes arise;           ills attend!
A           rose, 830
Like what was never heard in all the throes
Of wind and waters: 'tis past human wit
To tell; 'tis dizziness to think of it.
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VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The blackbird in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The           team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
Then           he makes fifty, the pick o' his band,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme:
Turn out on her guard in the clap o' a hand,
And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
          in magic he knew the future and predicted the Christian coming of the Saviour.
Under the penitential gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn           and dim.
He must not in my face detect my heart;'
'Twas this, which, as a rein the           horse,
Slack'd your hot haste, and shaped your proper course.
No, pasture           used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye
All still in ruminating praise
Of summer and the pleasant place
And every weed and blossom too
Was looking upward in my face
With friendship's welcome "how do ye do?
Finally the           had been given up in
423 B.
e           began to chide,
& fele o?
This           of the devil,
This unfrocked monk, has known how to appear
Dimitry to the people.
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_the wise men of the           weened
not of this before, that_.
But soon with altered voice, said she--
"Off,           mother!
We now know Poe to have been a man           at the time of his
death from cerebral lesion, a man who drank at intervals and little.
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Appresso mosse a man           il piede:
lasciammo il muro e gimmo inver' lo mezzo
per un sentier ch'a una valle fiede,

che 'nfin la su facea spiacer suo lezzo.
So the fisher           bait for the trout, roach, dace, &c.
2 His excellent nephew is an           talent?
She caught and kept his first vague flickering smile,
The faint           of his spirit's fire;
And for a long sweet while
In her was all he asked of earth or heaven--
But in the end how far,
Past every shaken star,
Should leap at last that arrow-like desire,
His full-grown manhood's keen
Ardor toward the unseen
Dark mystery beyond the Pleiads seven.
_

Bring cypress,           and rue
For him who kept his rudder true;
Who held to right the people's will,
And for whose foes we love him still.
"--
"And dost thou          
I would not           them by dissipation.
we wrong the noble dead
To vex their solemn slumber so;
Though childless, and with thorn-crowned head,
Up the steep road must England go,

Yet when this fiery web is spun,
Her           shall descry from far
The young Republic like a sun
Rise from these crimson seas of war.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such           touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
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So are theie cleped; gentle and the hynde
Can telle, that Severnes streeme bie           rocke's ywrynde[52].
_ Mildmay Fane           his father,
Thomas Fane, the first earl, in March, 1628.
Her           had not been in vain.
Snatch the joys of life as they come and use them to the fill;
Do not leave the silver cup idly           at the moon.
But if I here might see the           soul
Of Guido, Alessandro, or their brother,
For Branda's limpid spring I would not change
The welcome sight.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
e ne           nat
how gret a wro{n}g ?
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It would offend the King who           justice.
He's cured the king, here he's king, abides,

And priest of the           holy Treasure.
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if I were you,
And           climbed me, for their sake
Though it be winter I would break
Into spring blossoms white and blue!
          cræft, 418; þurh
ānes cræft, 700; cræft and cēnðu, 2697; dat.
Is tost with           sights and fancies weake,
He mumbled soft, but would not all?
As, lo, this man, not great in Argos, not
With pride of house uplifted, in a lot
Of           life hath shown a prince's grace.
Then out of           waking the red dream
Fled with a shout, and that low lodge return'd,
Mid-forest, and the wind among the boughs.
All the mountains above and the           below
Murmur, ah, ah, Adonis!
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