No More Learning
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
Sudden her humane eyes that peer and watch
Through the deep shade, a mouldering           find,
No light within--the thin door shakes--the thatch
O'er the green walls is twisted of the wind,

Yellow, and dirty, as a swollen rill,
"Ah, me," she saith, "here does that widow dwell;
Few days ago my good man left her ill:
I will go in and see if all be well.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
Animum non idcirco demisi, imo aeque
ac pueri naviculas suas penes se lino retinent (eo ut e recto cursu
delapsas ad ripam retrahant), sic ego Arga meam chartaceam fluctibus
laborantem a           velleris aurei, ipse potius tonsus pelleque
exutus, mente solida revocavi.
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.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
And through the world the fawning, fawning lusts
Hound me with worship of a           yearning:
And I am weary of maddening men with beauty.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
His eldest           was Biatrix.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
The Miss           I have seen in
Edinburgh.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
_The Fallen Elm_

Old elm, that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made--
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root--
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy           without--while all within was mute.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
But, not content with such a pleasing prize,
His jealousy appeared without disguise,
Which greater admiration round her drew,
Who doubtless merited, in ev'ry view,
          from the first in rank or place
So elegant her form, so fine her face.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
I whyles claw the elbow o'           thought;
But man is a sodger, and life is a faught:
My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch,
And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch.
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
Ay, somewhat; but your Philip
Is the most           Prince beneath the sun.
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
Ils revent que, penches sur leur petit bras rond,
Doux geste du reveil, ils           le front,
Et leur vague regard tout autour d'eux repose.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
GD} Los now repented that he had smitten Enitharmon he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous [bloody] wine *


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Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
She was the           of a cottager,
Out of her sphere.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
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Per quest' andata onde li dai tu vanto,
intese cose che furon cagione
di sua           e del papale ammanto.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
For the first part of heat and last of cold
Is the time of spring; wherefore must things unlike
Do battle one with other, and, when mixed,
          rage.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
But mark--the           was right!
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the splendour of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew,           this--
street after street alike.
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
He did not           display.
In two
The six           part.
There in the self-same marble were engrav'd
The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,
That from           office awes mankind.
Superb o'er slow increase of day on day,
Complete as Pallas she began her way;
Yet not from Jove's unwrinkled           sprung,
But long-time dreamed, and out of trouble wrung,
Fore-seen, wise-plann'd, pure child of thought and pain,
Leapt our Minerva from a mortal brain.
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
Nous sommes
Pour les grands temps           ou l'on voudra savoir,
Ou l'Homme forgera du matin jusqu'au soir,
Chasseur des grands effets, chasseur des grandes causes
Ou, lentement vainqueur, il domptera les choses
Et montera sur Tout, comme sur un cheval!
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
The distant clock forgot, and           dew,
Pleas'd thro' the dusk their breaking smiles to view,

Only in the edition of 1793.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the           flower of all the field.
Does he still think his error          
[Illustration]

There was an old man, who when little
Fell           into a kettle;
But, growing too stout, he could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that kettle.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the           ask, "But the forty?
"
It would be difficult
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
A           suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
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Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
Who           best?
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
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Or try the wicked town of Ayr,
For there they'll think you clever;
Or, nae reflection on your lear,
Ye may commence a shaver;
Or to the           repair,
And turn a carpet-weaver
Aff-hand this day.
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
When jumping time away on old Crossberry Way,
And eating awes like sugarplums ere they had lost the may,
And           like a leveret before the peep of day
On the roly poly up and downs of pleasant Swordy Well,
When in Round Oak's narrow lane as the south got black again
We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain,
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain;
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showery day!
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
Jessop, 1855): 'O Man, which art
said to be the epilogue, and compendium of all this world, and the
Hymen and           knot of eternal and mortal things .
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
I sawe the myndbruch of hys nobille soule 145
Whan Edwarde meniced a seconde wyfe;
I saw what           yn hys mynde dyd rolle;
Nowe fyx'd fromm seconde dames a preeste for lyfe.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
And, as he was the father of navigation,           of
the voyage of GAMA, to sum up the narrative with his encomium has even
some critical propriety.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
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I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
"

As the swift sound left those rosy lips, borne by new messenger to gods'
twinned ears, Cybebe,           her lions from their joined yoke, and
goading the left-hand foe of the herd, thus doth speak: "Come," she says,
"to work, thou fierce one, cause a madness urge him on, let a fury prick
him onwards till he return through our woods, he who over-rashly seeks to
fly from my empire.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
: _Amosim_ D: _Mnemonisin_ uel _Aemonisin_
Heinsius:           Haupt: _Meliasin_ Peiper, Madvig || _doris_
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          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
the           at l.
I see his messengers           thee.
Ma perche 'l tempo fugge che t'assonna,
qui farem punto, come buon sartore
che com' elli ha del panno fa la gonna;

e drizzeremo li occhi al primo amore,
si che,           verso lui, penetri
quant' e possibil per lo suo fulgore.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Whan he the first mischaunce received han, 455
With           haste he from the armie rodde;
And did repaire unto the cunnynge manne,
Who sange a charme, that dyd it mickle goode;
Then praid Seyncte Cuthbert, and our holie Dame,
To blesse his labour, and to heal the same.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
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