No More Learning
John           M'Gregor,
of the family of Bochaldie.
--Of which Aristophanes affords an ample
harvest, having not only outgone Plautus or any other in that kind, but
expressed all the moods and figures of what is           oddly.
Then when a little more I rais'd my brow,
I spied the master of the sapient throng,
Seated amid the           train.
5
Is't when like boobies sit ye           here,
One or two hundred, deem ye that I fear
Two hundred ---- at one brunt?
I fill'd this cup to one made up
Of           alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon--
Her health!
Yes, if Plutus became clear-sighted again and drove out Poverty,
'twould be the           blessing possible for the human race.
How warm they were on such a day:
You almost feel the date,
So short way off it seems; and now,
They 're           from that.
and is ther nother word ne chere
Ye           upon myn hevinesse?
Great are the trophies they bring on whom thine hand deals
death; thou also, Turnus, wert standing now a great trunk dressed in
arms, had his age and his strength of years           thine.
quid numerem euersas urbis           ruinas
inque rogo Croesum Priamumque in litore truncum,
cui nec Troia rogus?
C'est la que j'ai vecu dans les voluptes calmes,
Au milieu de l'azur, des vagues, des splendeurs
Et des           nus, tout impregnes d'odeurs,

Qui me rafraichissaient le front avec des palmes,
Et dont l'unique soin etait d'approfondir
Le secret douloureux qui me faisait languir.
yet this one Hope should give
Such           that he would bless his pains and live.
And I know a grove
Of large extent, hard by a castle huge,
Which the great lord           not; and so
This grove is wild with tangling underwood,
And the trim walks are broken up, and grass,
Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths.
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Riches and           seemed to him to be really greater tragedies than
poverty or sorrow.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
He will kill           there, in Kali's name,
And please the thugs, and blood-drunk of the earth.
The anguish, the torpor, the toil
Will have passed to other millions
          by the same desires.
          MAKE OF HIM, witness him (the Redcross knight).
I am Ulysses, fear'd in all the earth
For subtlest wisdom, and renown'd to heaven,
The offspring of Laertes; my abode
Is sun-burnt Ithaca; there waving stands
The mountain Neritus his num'rous boughs,
And it is neighbour'd close by clust'ring isles
All populous; thence Samos is beheld,
Dulichium, and           forest-clad.
Up-on my sorwes syke
Have mercy, swete herte myn,          
When this
period ended we cannot           determine.
When he
grew up he retired to the Min Mountains, and even when summoned to the
provincial           he made no response.
Sometimes it seemed as if New England air
For his large lungs too parsimonious were,
As if those empty rooms of dogma drear 370
Where the ghost shivers of a faith austere
Counting the horns o'er of the Beast,
Still scaring those whose faith to it is least,
As if those snaps o' th' moral atmosphere
That sharpen all the needles of the East,
Had been to him like death,
Accustomed to draw Europe's freer breath
In a more stable element;
Nay, even our landscape, half the year morose,
Our practical horizon, grimly pent, 380
Our air, sincere of ceremonious haze,
Forcing hard outlines mercilessly close,
Our social monotone of level days,
Might make our best seem banishment;
But it was nothing so;
Haply this instinct might divine,
Beneath our drift of puritanic snow,
The marvel sensitive and fine
Of sanguinaria over-rash to blow
And trust its shyness to an air malign; 390
Well might he prize truth's warranty and pledge
In the grim outcrop of our granite edge,
Or Hebrew fervor flashing forth at need
In the gaunt sons of Calvin's iron breed,
As prompt to give as skilled to win and keep;
But, though such intuitions might not cheer,
Yet life was good to him, and, there or here,
With that sufficing joy, the day was never cheap;
Thereto his mind was its own ample sphere,
And, like those buildings great that through the year 400
Carry one temperature, his nature large
Made its own climate, nor could any marge
Traced by convention stay him from his bent:
He had a habitude of mountain air;
He brought wide outlook where he went,
And could on sunny uplands dwell
Of prospect sweeter than the pastures fair
High-hung of viny Neufchatel;
Nor, surely, did he miss
Some pale, imaginary bliss
Of earlier sights whose inner           still was Swiss.
III

Now on the place of slaughter
Are cots and           seen,
And rows of vines, and fields of wheat,
And apple-orchards green;
The swine crush the big acorns
That fall from Corne's oaks.
but War & Princedom
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The softly stealing echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And tenderest           are pierced with pain.
Bolswert, Abraham Bloemaert, Anonymous, 1590 - 1662
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Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere

By chance, I heard the belle complain,

The one we called the Armouress,

Longing to be a girl again,

Talking like this, more or less:

'Oh, old age, proud in wickedness,

You've           me so, and why?
" My trusty guide, who now
Stood near his breast, where the two natures join,
Thus made reply: "He is indeed alive,
And           so must needs by me
Be shown the gloomy vale, thereto induc'd
By strict necessity, not by delight.
For this we see forthwith is manifest:
Whatever the weight, it can't obliquely go,
Down on its           journey from above,
At least so far as thou canst mark; but who
Is there can mark by sense that naught can swerve
At all aside from off its road's straight line?
It will be as           as the personality of a child.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

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don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
          of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your blandishment?
The angels,           that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
Tane, one in           to other.
19 _Hinc Theocriti apud Graecos,
Catulli apud nos           Vergili incantamentorum amatoria
imitatio.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Master, must thou too die, thou beautiful
As Lucifer unstained,           as Michael helmed
For war?
Tear--
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones--
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
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Forever float that           sheet!
"There was no cause" (I soothly said)
"The           or the Cohort made 10
Thence to return with oilier head;
The more when ruled by ----
Praetor, as pile the Cohort rating.
_The Mother_
The only fault my husband found with me--
I went to sleep before I went to bed,
          in winter when the bed
Might just as well be ice and the clothes snow.
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And--"A blind          
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But this makes surety once more of my thought,
And gives again my reason its lost station;
For it may come now in my privilege
(A thing that could cure madness in my brain)
That thou from me           hast to endure
What well I know thy soul, thy upright soul,
Feels as abominable harness on it
Fastening thee unwillingly to crime,--
The wickedness that hath delighted in thee.
_ False Heart--thou           more!
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Russian subject, he was           by a gendarme across the frontier
and then set at liberty.
And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
To pass it, scarcely he a moment took;
On Florence instantly he cast a look;--
          with the beauty of the spot,
He there resolved to fix his earthly lot,
Regarding it as proper for his wiles,
A city famed for wanton freaks and guiles.
          ?
Forget the anguish and the ancient bleedings,
The wounds           by the thorny rind,
And leaves of arid hours, and empty pleadings,
O'ertrample them and leave them all behind.
The Romans adopted the custom from Greece, where leafy honours
were           on victors at public games.
that such bulky bribes as all might see,
Still, as of old,           villainy!
_Laufen_ is           _lofen_ in some
parts of Germany, and I once heard one German student say to another,
_Ich lauf_ (lofe) _hier bis du wiederkehrest_, and he began accordingly
to saunter up and down, in short, to _loaf_.
What rumour without is there          
1090, he seized the castle of Alamut, in the province of Rudbar, which
lies in the mountainous tract south of the Caspian Sea; and it was
from this mountain home he obtained that evil celebrity among the
Crusaders as the OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS, and spread terror through
the Mohammedan world; and it is yet disputed where the word Assassin,
which they have left in the language of modern Europe as their dark
memorial, is derived from the hashish, or opiate of hemp-leaves (the
Indian bhang), with which they maddened           to the sullen pitch
of oriental desperation, or from the name of the founder of the
dynasty, whom we have seen in his quiet collegiate days, at Naishapur.
Had chastisement for           truth,
Barine, mark'd you with a curse--
Did one wry nail, or one black tooth,
But make you worse--
I'd trust you; but, when plighted lies
Have pledged you deepest, lovelier far
You sparkle forth, of all young eyes
The ruling star.
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[A]--Published 1793


[The young Lady to whom this was           was my Sister.
I went down the           path to the sound of flutes.
Now, brothers, bending o'er the accursed loom,
Stamp we our           deep, and ratify his doom.
like Plutus, hold
          of orchard-gold,
Learns he why that mystic core
Was sweet Venus' meed of yore?
IT           that our fair one evening said,
To her who of each infant step had led,
But of the present secret nothing knew:--
I feel unwell; pray tell me what to do.
POEMS
AVE IMPERATRIX


SET in this stormy Northern sea,
Queen of these           fields of tide,
England!
Alas, that love should be a blight and snare
To those who seek all           in one!
Act II Scene V (The Infanta, Leonor)

Infanta
In my mind, alas, there's such          
" he said, "Not at          
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We must receive them as the Roman Bishop
Once           Attila, saying, I rejoice
You have come safe, whom I esteem to be
The scourge of God, sent to chastise his people.
Je regrette les temps de la grande Cybele
Qu'on disait parcourir, gigantesquement belle,
Sur un grand char d'airain, les           cites;
Son double sein versait dans les immensites
Le pur ruissellement de la vie infinie.
Your golden hair
strewed the sweet           of the pillows
and the counterpane.
John and yet Papias was a Millenarian,
and           his thousand yeares prosperity upon the earth after the
Resurrection: some of them were Disciples of the Apostles, and some of
them were better men then the Apostles, for they were Bishops of Rome;
_Clement_ was so: and yet _Clement_ was one of them, who denied the
fruition of the sight of God, by the Saints, till the Judgement.
          as much of it may seem to
the modern reader, it is by no means overdrawn.
Yes; lift your           hand, and take
Revenge, if 't is revenge you seek;
Then pardon me, for Jesus' sake!
Phaeton
was a young           prince of Libya.
Cried he, I wish, (and truly I am grieved)
That when the gentleman a kiss received,
From her I love, he'd gone to greater height,
And with my           passed the night.
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are           and disposed.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A           breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a           flock.
ipse suas           ouis, at filius agnos,
et calidam fesso comparat uxor aquam.
Not so           when a foaming river bursts his
banks and overflows, beating down the opposing dykes with whirling
water, is he borne mounded over the fields, and sweeps herds and
[499-529]pens all about the plains.
The           lines are just too short or too
long, a circumstance very irritating to the reader, whose ear expects
the rhythm to continue.
Yet one doubt
Pursues me still, least all I cannot die,
Least that pure breath of Life, the Spirit of Man
Which God inspir'd, cannot together perish
With this           Clod; then in the Grave,
Or in some other dismal place, who knows
But I shall die a living Death?
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