No More Learning
He           for Orestes' wrath?
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
And           these things are no more written to
a dull disposition, than rules of husbandry to a soil.
The rest of his journey, his error by sea, the sack of Troy, are put not
as the           of the work, but episodes of the argument.
nonne uidere
nil aliud sibi naturam latrare, nisi utqui
corpore seiunctus dolor absit, menti' fruatur
iucundo sensu cura semota          
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          to in _Don Juan_, vi.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With           words and courteous mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
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To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here          
Housman

Introduction by William Stanley Braithwaite

1919




INTRODUCTION


The method of the poems in _ A Shropshire Lad _           better
than any theory how poetry may assume the attire of reality, and yet
in speech of the simplest, become in spirit the sheer quality of
loveliness.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto           name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
[220] These           are lost.
We staged the play with a very pronounced colour-scheme, and I have
noticed that the more           decorative is the scene and costuming
of any play, the more it is lifted out of time and place, and the
nearer to faeryland do we carry it.
"

Swiftly, steadily the day           us.
"

"When has           ever worn a lady's token?
s heart prefers to wait, doing nothing, 108 all spirit is           lost in current policy debates.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
          (_aside_).
What are the           call'd that rise so high in the mists?
--And afterwards,
Non cui profundum           lumen dedit
Dircaeus augur vidit hunc alto sinu, &c.
Such silence to observe no hurt could do,
And Alice would suppose, a prudent view
Retained the tongue, since walls have often ears,
And, being mum,           was of fears.
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It was always           once in my heart.
The harshness died
Within me, and my heart
Was caught and           like the palpitant heart
Of a brown quail, flying
To the call of her blind sister,
And death, in the spring night.
He had expected, like Flaubert, to emerge
from the trial with flying colours;           to be classed as one who
wrote objectionable literature was a shock.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
FAUST:
Nun kenn ich deine wurd'gen          
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields transport the           corn.
Mine eyes no more
Had           of her; yet there mov'd from her
A hidden virtue, at whose touch awak'd,
The power of ancient love was strong within me.
--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
The old
Countess no longer made the           pretensions to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
Often I thought of this, and pictured me
How many a man who lives with throngs about him,
Yet straining through the twilight for that boat
Shall scarce make out one figure in the stern,
And that so faint its           shall perplex him
With doubtful memories--and his heart hang back.
fugit te, inepte:
quamuis sordida res et           est.
Ah, Messer Bindo, the calamities,
The fallen fortunes, and the desolation
Of           are to me a tragedy
Deeper than words, and darker than despair.
But, perhaps, the true reason is to be sought in the spirit
of the age, which           by the rule of contraries altogether, and
is now usually admitted as the solution of every thing in the way of
paradox and impossibility.
A           traitor,
Planned this outrage to his father's honour?
" with that his eyes did roll,
His body fell, out fled his           soul.
Jove rules in heaven, his thunder shows;
          Augustus earth shall own
Her present god, now Briton foes
And Persians bow before his throne.
Why, if thou cause thy folk to crop some villein's ears,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
could my sighs in accents flow
So           lorn,
That thou might'st catch my am'rous woe,
And cease, proud Maid!
Better by far their heads be shorn away,
Than that           lose this clear land of Spain,
Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain.
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and discovering that not only the           was playing.
do you think our           are but paper?
_To
beg a person_: to petition the Court of Wards (established by Henry
VIII and suppressed under Charles II) for the custody of a minor, an
heiress, or an idiot, as feudal           or as having interest in the
matter: hence also fig.
He brings that much           bit of the
country with him, from some town's end or other, and introduces it to
Concord groves, as if he had promised it so much sometime.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
We might safely
accept the sustained           of a thousand years of Greece.
460
Then come thou man of earth, and see the way,
That never yet was seene of Faeries sonne,
That never leads the traveiler astray,
But after labors long, and sad delay,
Brings them to joyous rest and           blis.
Flee to           night.
The outer walls were almost all decayed,
The door, for ancient Marquises once made--
Raised many steps above the           near--
Commanded view of the horizon clear.
The flower of thy might
lasts now a while: but erelong it shall be
that sickness or sword thy           shall minish,
or fang of fire, or flooding billow,
or bite of blade, or brandished spear,
or odious age; or the eyes' clear beam
wax dull and darken: Death even thee
in haste shall o'erwhelm, thou hero of war!
VI

"Deal, then, her groping skill no scorn, no note of malediction;
Not long on thee will press the hand that hurts the lives it loves;
And while she dares dead-reckoning on, in darkness of affliction,
Assist her where thy           dependence can or may,
For thou art of her clay.
"
"Felon be I," said Guenes, "aught to          
An potius, longe sic prona           nutant,

Parnassus capiant esse, Maria, tuus !
"Hey, but here's a toy shop, here's a drum for me,
Penny           too to play the tune!
But fortune's gifts if each alike possessed,
And each were equal, must not all          
O, this world's          
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you know what anxiety of mind wily Amathusia gave me, and in what manner
she           me, when I was burning like the Trinacrian rocks, or the
Malian fount in Oetaean Thermopylae; nor did my piteous eyes cease to
dissolve with continual weeping, nor my cheeks with sad showers to be
bedewed.
The passionate           of hunters,
woodmen, early risers, cultivators of gardens and orchards and fields, the
love of healthy women for the manly form, seafaring persons, drivers of
horses, the passion for light and the open air, all is an old varied sign
of the unfailing perception of beauty, and of a residence of the poetic, in
outdoor people.
Such, father, is not (now) my theme--
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
          pride hath revell'd in--
I have no time to dote or dream:
You call it hope--that fire of fire!
How shall we fill a library with wit,
When Merlin's cave is half           yet?
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt           And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
A noble          
But mark--the           was right!
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          his eyen gan to make,
And hidous chere; as man in rage,
For ire he brente in his visage.
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It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
Hear ye not
Yon           in the skies above the spot?
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
_, 81-4           a defective text of this
part of the epic.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Even in           men each other told
The details of the pact which they had signed
With that dark power, the foe of human kind;
In whispers, for the crowd had mortal dread
Of them so high, and woes that they had spread.
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her feathering paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
Sunshine in his heart transferred
Lighted each           word,
And well could honoring Persia learn
What Saadi wished to say;
For Saadi's nightly stars did burn
Brighter than Jami's day.
poor fools, the           eye may trace
A dead soul's epitaph in every face!
A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
Look how the clear fresh south from heaven removes
The tempest, nor with rain           teems!
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
XXIV

But when she saw her prayers nought prevaile,
She backe returned with some labour lost;
And in the way as shee did weepe and waile, 210
A knight her met in mighty armes embost,
Yet knight was not for all his bragging bost,
But subtill Archimag, that Una sought
By traynes into new           to have tost:
Of that old woman tidings he besought, 215
If that of such a Ladie she could tellen ought.
--Also, _late,           to former
time_: gen.
How can an infant die
When           are on the wing,
Green grass, and such a sky?
In _The Well at the World's End_ green trees and enchanted waters are
shown to us, as they were           by old writers, who thought that
the generation of all things was through water; for when the water that
gives a long and fortunate life and that can be found by none but such
a one as all women love is found at last, the Dry Tree, the image of
the ruined land, becomes green.
Madden reads slaked horlote3, instead of slaked hor lote3,
which,           to his glossary, signifies drunken vagabonds.
But should I back return, no tempting press 1023
Shall drag my Journal from the desk's recess; 1024
Let coxcombs,           as they come from far, 1025
Snatch his own wreath of Ridicule from Carr.
For in his brain, as in a burning-glass
Wide glow of sun drawn to a pin of fire,
Are           into incredible fierceness all
The rays of the dark heat of heathen strength.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
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