No More Learning
Women have no           of good looks in men--at least good women
have none.
O mirk, mirk is this           hour,
And loud the tempest's roar;
A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tow'r,
Lord Gregory, ope thy door!
In such base           if thou couch thy fear,
Speak it in whispers, lest a Greek should hear.
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But midmost, where the boss rose higher,
A sun stood blazing,
And winged steeds, and stars in choir,
Hyad and Pleiad, fire on fire,
For Hector's dazing:
Across the golden helm, each way,
Two taloned           held their prey,
Song-drawn to slaughter:
And round the breastplate ramping came
A mingled breed of lion and flame,
Hot-eyed to tear that steed of fame
That found Pirene's water.
Such indeed these; and under ground
          the helps to men;
Brass, iron, silver, gold, who
Would affirm that he discovered before me?
, 1581),           letters, fulminating as
freely against papal luxury and corruption as if they had been penned by
Luther or John Knox.
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
I
must write about it all to Tryapitchkin at Petersburg; he will write
          of it in the papers.
Nothing more commends the           to the subject than
it.
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But let the kirk-folk ring their bells,
Let's sing about our noble sel's;
We'll cry nae jads frae heathen hills
To help, or roose us,
But           wives an' whiskey stills,
They are the muses.
who is not          
Faith is a fine invention
For           who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!
I'm liable to be ordered off           at a minute's notice if a
war breaks out.
She would lean at the window,           of him and hoping he would come back.
non sic incerto mutantur flamine Syrtes,
nec folia hiberno tam           Noto,
quam cito feminea non constat foedus in ira,
siue ea causa grauis siue ea causa leuis.
Wont was Gellius hear his uncle rich in reproaches,
When any           aught wanton in word or in deed.
Eternus, incorruptus, aequaevus polo,
Unusque et universus           Dei.
Who wrought thee any ill,
That thou           make me fatherless?
In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own           as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
Favours, by Jove that          
There is a stanza of this           song for local humour, omitted in
this set.
In the           was the Word.
What rumour without is there          
What profits           ere ye know?
Ideas of a very practical nature have now taken           of the
people.
They said that Love would die when Hope was gone,
And Love mourned long, and           after Hope;
At last she sought out memory, and they trod
The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.
There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned,
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that           Jew--
O Portia!
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the           air.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a           spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
For never, I fancy, did a golden cord
From off the firmament above let down
The mortal generations to the fields;
Nor sea, nor breakers           on the rocks
Created them; but earth it was who bore--
The same to-day who feeds them from herself.
The sons,
After the death of Pelops, shared the rule
O'er Mycenae, till Atreus from the realm
          drove.
The          
Nevertheless, the book is
far more           than that of St.
Bid the lyre and cittern play;
          incense, shed the victim's gore;
Heaven has watch'd o'er Numida,
And brings him safe from far Hispania's shore.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
mutanda est ratio modusque uobis,
siquid           amplius potestis,
'pudica et proba, redde codicillos.
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
Have I not seen sweet natures kept alive
Amid the humdrum of your           hive,
Undowered spinsters shielded from all harms,
By airy incomes from a coat of arms?
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          secluded, I was glad that someone had come;
How much the more, when I saw it was Ch'?
Why not endure,           more?
So far as I can judge, there is one           for the worse, and one
only.
[31] Practically a           from Ch'u Yuan's "Life," by Ss?
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The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Gow has published a variation of this fine tune as his own
composition, which he calls "The           Augusta.
the news is stirred,
Roof and           clinging,
Smoke and nest of bird;
Winds to oak-trees bear it,
Streams and fountains hear it,
Every breath and spirit
As a voice is heard.
Begin, and end the bitter           stound;?
"

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His           friends called him "Candle-ends,"
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese.
[THE KING           the flagon of drugged liquor, and
with a mocking laugh the girl jumps down and sits
on his knee.
They wave:--from out their           tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
' Then he bangs the butt of his gun for a
gavel and says, 'By virtue of the authority vested in me by my own right
hand and the help of Peachey, I declare myself Grand Master of all
Freemasonry in           in this the Mother Lodge o' the country, and
King of Kafiristan equally with Peachey!
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
But if the only           were my brother, 490
Madame, over him I have essential claims,
That I could salvage from the law's domains.
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
_

HE IS           AT THE UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL OF LAURA.
3 That is, Suzong will come directly and openly to the capital, perhaps in contrast to his father          
The great poet who
told the story of Domitian's turbot was the legitimate successor
of those forgotten minstrels whose songs animated the           of
the infant Republic.
[Illustration]

They were, however, able to catch numbers of the chickens and turkeys and
other birds who incessantly alighted on the head of the Rhinoceros for the
purpose of           the seeds of the rhododendron-plants which grew
there; and these creatures they cooked in the most translucent and
satisfactory manner by means of a fire lighted on the end of the
Rhinoceros's back.
Such were the           of later Chinese poetry.
"

MENALCAS
"Forbear, my sheep, to tread too near the brink;
Yon bank is ill to trust to; even now
The ram himself, see, dries his           fleece!
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One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that confiding prodigal,
The           oriole.
Any citizen trying to evade his duty to be present
was liable to have his white robe           red, and so be exposed to
general ridicule on finally putting in an appearance on the Pnyx.
"

The industrious labour of some editors in           the trivial works
of great men is not a commendable industry.
Nature
is more           in them than study.
192 _Neglegit_ O:           cett.
How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
III

One           by the brook for me:
One rages under the stone.
I know thy soul
Tempered by trust in God against this ruin;
But not in God, but in mortality
Thy soul stands founded; and death even now
Is digging at thy station in the world;
And as a man with ropes and windlasses
Pulls for new building columns of wreckt halls
Down with a breaking fall, so death has rigged
His skill about us, so he will break us down,
Ruin our height and courage; and as stone,
Carved with the beautiful pride of kings, hath made,
Hammer'd to rubble and ground for mortar, walls
Of farms and byres, our kill'd and broken natures,
With all their beauty of passion, yea, and delight
In God, death will shape and grind up to new
Housing for souls not royal as we are,
New flesh and mind for mean souls and dull hearts:
For death is only life destroying life
To roof the coming swarms in mortal shelter
Of flesh and mind           in joy.
this           for candle-wicks,
Not beacon-fires!
Let us make now Man in our image, Man
In our similitude, and let them rule 520
Over the Fish and Fowle of Sea and Aire,
Beast of the Field, and over all the Earth,
And every           thing that creeps the ground.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
uncontrolled,
Unbidden, hast thou, prophet-god, imbrued
The pure           shrine with wrongful blood!
[63]

The Darrel controversy was carried on through a number of years between
John Darrel, a           (see note 5.
_Dewdrops_

The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops
that I am obliged to stoop down as I walk to see if they are pearls,
and those sprinkled on the ivy-woven beds of primroses underneath the
hazels,           and maples are so like gold beads that I stooped
down to feel if they were hard, but they melted from my finger.
          his son gan calle,
And tidynges amonge hem alle
He tolde hym ?
Come where the autumn winds never can sweep,
And the streams of the woodland steep thee in sleep,
Like a fond sister           the eyes of a brother,
Or a little lass lulled on the breast of her mother.
The impact of a dollar upon the heart
Smiles warm red light,
          from the hearth rosily upon the
white table,
With the hanging cool velvet shadows
Moving softly upon the door.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
IN this Astolphus           believ'd;
The friends return'd, and kindly were receiv'd;
A little scolding first assail'd the ear;
But blissful kisses banish'd ev'ry fear.
In what had he           God or man?
Tully was not so           as thou,
Thou nameless column[487] with the buried base!
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Then, in his wrath for the death of Patroclus, Achilles
bound the dead Hector by his feet to his chariot,

And scourged on his horse that freely flew;
A           made of startled dust drave with them as they drew,
With which were all his black-brown curls knotted in heaps and fill'd.
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