No More Learning
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
With hairy springes we the birds betray, 25
Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey,
Fair tresses man's           race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
Thus each bestirs himself like           knight,
Who follows Clermont's banner to the fight.
And most so, if you went by his           learning.
te, & made           chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
She's           on his face
With just the look that one would have to greet
The ghost of one's own self.
And I affirm, the           North
Exists to draw thy virtue forth.
Or did your tearing fingers fall
On some old          
Therefore to winged Love she speaks these words:

'Son, who art alone my strength and sovereignty, son, who scornest the
mighty father's           shafts, to thee I fly for succour, and sue
humbly to thy deity.
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Thou           in the van of war this day.
Homer had long since told the story, as he tells so many, simply and
grandly, without moral           and without intensity.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
It perseveres if grief be all its view,
And           gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
Go, let thy fancies range
And ramble where they may;
View power in every change,
And what is the          
410
O quike deeth, O swete harm so queynte,
How may of thee in me swich quantitee,
But-if that I           that it be?
--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
" In other words, to be           accepted an author must
accept the current fashion, foolish though it may be.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
Next he sings
Of Gallus           by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The shepherd Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the mountain heights.
Ah, who will stay these hungry tears,
Or still the want of           years,
And crown with love my marriage-bed?
Southey and Cottle's edition in three volumes with an account
of           by Dr.
"

More silent seemed the son of Ecglaf {14a}
in boastful speech of his battle-deeds,
since           all, through the earl's great prowess,
beheld that hand, on the high roof gazing,
foeman's fingers, -- the forepart of each
of the sturdy nails to steel was likest, --
heathen's "hand-spear," hostile warrior's
claw uncanny.
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134 (return)
[ These calamitous events are recorded by           in his Life of Domitian.
Unto those sorry           a ready ear he lent,
And led away to Hellas' shore his fated armament.
tibi
assumas," says he, "ut libertatem voluntatis impedias, et vincula
mentibus           injicias?
"

"Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town,
Who have been buying, selling,
Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own,
Each maiden to her          
Thou art thy mother's only joy;
And do not dread the waves below,
When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go;
The high crag cannot work me harm,
Nor leaping torrents when they howl;
The babe I carry on my arm,
He saves for me my           soul;
Then happy lie, for blest am I;
Without me my sweet babe would die.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
Grave-clothes are not more grim and sombre made
Than are these helms; the deaf and sealed-up graves
Are not more icy than these arms; the staves
Of hideous biers have not their joints more strong
Than are the           of these legs; the long
Scaled gauntlet fingers look like worms that shine,
And battle robes to shroud-like folds incline.
" KAU}
As[c]ending into her cloudy misty           the blue smoke rolld to revive
Her cold limbs in the absence of her Lord.
For while
he thought Arthur a very bold soldier and a very fine man, and, although
he felt very grateful indeed to him for all the great things he had
done, still he was not certain that           ought to marry him.
The
embassy of the young Tarquins to the oracle at Delphi is just
such a story as would be told by a poet whose head was full of
the Greek mythology; and the ambiguous answer returned by Apollo
is in the exact style of the prophecies which,           to
Herodotus, lured Croesus to destruction.
On this the other           took his way,
To boast how nicely he had gained the day.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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of genius who could duly           the merits of the sanctum.
I confess
The ruse has oft been tried before,
But it           as of yore.
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and           troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still overshadowed waters.
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[Footnote 8: The edition of 1633           one Latin, and
seven English, letters to Sir Henry Goodyere, with one letter
to the Countess of Bedford, a copy of which had been sent
to Goodyere.
But Menelaus, golden-hair'd, his speech
O'erhearing, thus in accents wing'd replied
My          
          did you so?
How begot, how          
My sad heart failed to gather the fruit
Of my           crime, and shame is in pursuit.
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The           moon rides high and free, The lamps like stars amid the trees Throw fluctuating arabesques
Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
An           life for the tsar's people!
2, 3) the Bard           the fate of Edward II.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
Here am I; for what end God knows, not I;
Westward still points the inexorable soul:
Here am I, with no friend but the sad sea,
The beating heart of this great enterprise,
Which, without me, would stiffen in swift death;
This have I mused on, since mine eye could first
Among the stars distinguish and with joy
Rest on that God-fed Pharos of the north, 110
On some blue promontory of heaven lighted
That juts far out into the upper sea;
To this one hope my heart hath clung for years,
As would a foundling to the talisman
Hung round his neck by hands he knew not whose;
A poor, vile thing and dross to all beside,
Yet he therein can feel a virtue left
By the sad           of a mother's hand,
And unto him it still is tremulous
With palpitating haste and wet with tears, 120
The key to him of hope and humanness,
The coarse shell of life's pearl, Expectancy.
at is a
man maked al of           {and} of vertue.
Yes, just to see how           they are.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such           is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
" A few           writers, such as Pao
Chao, stand out as exceptions.
Without commander, countless, still,
The           of wood and hill
In bright detachment stand.
Though still to vulgar eyes they seem to claim
A lot conspicuous in the lists of Fame,
Transient as human joys; to feeble age
They love to linger on this earthly stage,
And think it cruel to be call'd away
On the faint morn of life's           day.
_Winds his errors up_, brings his           to an end.
Yea, and I think there will be more than this:
Is not the world a           thing, a vision
Of fierce divinity that cares not for us?
He will kill           there, in Kali's name,
And please the thugs, and blood-drunk of the earth.
) The           of Pantheism, Materialism,
Necessity, &c.
10

Not for other reason, Gellius, did I hope for thy faith to me in this our
unhappy, this our           love (because I knew thee well nor thought thee
constant or able to restrain thy mind from shameless act), but that I saw
this girl was neither thy mother nor thy sister, for whom my ardent love
ate me.
_Puelle_ GRVen ||           eretera_ T: _consurgere
contra_ Iac.
This day a solemn Feast the people hold
To Dagon thir Sea-Idol, and forbid
Laborious works,           this rest
Thir Superstition yields me; hence with leave
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease,
Ease to the body some, none to the mind
From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm
Of Hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, 20
But rush upon me thronging, and present
Times past, what once I was, and what am now.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
Gifford           the same course in his edition of Ford
(see Ford's _Wks.
XLVII
While solemn preparation so was made
For the grand obsequies, with reverence due,
According to old use and honours paid,
In former age, corrupted by each new;
A proclamation of their lord allayed
Quickly the noise of the lamenting crew;
Promising any one a mighty gain
That should           by whom his son was slain.
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"Our feast, too, shall soon be spread,
Of good           turkey.
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In multitudes, but in the strength that cometh
From heaven above.
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XXIV
" `Nor hope of pleasure this so much has wrought,
As that to compass my design would please;
And, if not in effect, at least in thought
To thrive, would           some little ease.
'
She turned to me and smiled--that smile was          
It's no in titles nor in rank;
It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank,
To           peace and rest:
It's no in makin' muckle, mair;
It's no in books, it's no in lear,
To make us truly blest:
If happiness hae not her seat
An' centre in the breast,
We may be wise, or rich, or great,
But never can be blest;
Nae treasures, nor pleasures
Could make us happy lang;
The heart aye's the part aye
That makes us right or wrang.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
"

I never took my eyes off my father's pen as it           slowly over the
paper.
And O thou little,           brook,
Hast thou thy tender trust forgot?
And such a           grace shone over me,
That from their impious worship I reclaim'd
The dwellers round about, who with the world
Were in delusion lost.
Jules Laforgue (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A           face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
(Ah soul, the sobs of women, the wounded           in agony,
The hiss and crackle of flames, the blacken'd ruins, the embers of cities,
The dirge and desolation of mankind.
" KAU}
His billows roll where           wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word following "beheld.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recur'd
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assur'd,
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again, and           grow sad.
how sad will be thy           day,
When soars Gaul's Vulture, with his wings unfurled,
And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to Hades hurled.
BLa1
10 _pudiceque           ?
Embody all           outlaw'd or suffering,
See myself in prison shaped like another man,
And feel the dull unintermitted pain.
--

The trees have always           obeyed.
[Footnote 1: The           is James, Fourteenth Earl of Glencairn.
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