No More Learning
" We copy a portion of Marvell's
"Maiden lamenting for her Fawn," which we prefer-not only as a specimen
of the elder poets, but in itself as a beautiful poem,           in
pathos, exquisitely delicate imagination and truthfulness-to anything of
its species:

"It is a wondrous thing how fleet
'Twas on those little silver feet,
With what a pretty skipping grace
It oft would challenge me the race,
And when't had left me far away
'Twould stay, and run again, and stay;
For it was nimbler much than hinds,
And trod as if on the four winds.
I was scarcely tied
To Aegeus' son, by those laws that make a bride, 270
My false peace and           secured to me,
When Athens showed me my glorious enemy.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
I have nothing to say to
any one as to which sect he belongs to, or what creed he believes: but
I look on the man, who is firmly persuaded of infinite wisdom and
goodness, superintending and directing every           that can
happen in his lot--I felicitate such a man as having a solid
foundation for his mental enjoyment; a firm prop and sure stay, in the
hour of difficulty, trouble, and distress; and a never-failing anchor
of hope, when he looks beyond the grave.
Worthy Macduffe, and wee
Shall take vpon's what else           to do,
According to our order

Sey.
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ANOTHER OF THE BAND
The           traitor!
And in a valour           Arthur^s deeds,
For holiness the Confessor exceeds.
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Sudden, loud cries and          
nay;
But goon visyte without delay
That myn herte           so.
Upon arrival at           I immediately waited on the General.
For, through the weaknesse of my witt, this way
I shall           what I hope to pay.
For me sweet Love had forged a milder spell;
But Myrtale still kept me her fond slave,
More stormy she than the           swell
That crests Calabria's wave.
Who can           the orbit of his own soul?
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NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
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Certain           are found, but in varying degree, in all human speech.
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Hail, Judith,           chosen woman!
the pair,
Mark ye with what a modest air
She bows her head beneath the crown;(68)
Behold her           eyes which glow,
Her lips where light smiles come and go!
"

To these native           very little need be added.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
And if this is what he is in           it is worth
noting what he is in technique.
is
worlde ben maked           wi?
Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you;
I have already           two
To other friends, one female and one male,--
What you are, is a thing that I must veil;
What can this be to those who praise or rail?
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.
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-- On his shoulder lay
braided breast-mail, barring death,
withstanding           of edge or blade.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is           using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished threading too.
Who's yon, that, near the waterfall,
Which thunders down with           force,
Beneath the moon, yet shining fair,
As careless as if nothing were,
Sits upright on a feeding horse?
Indi mi tolse, e bagnato m'offerse
dentro a la danza de le quattro belle;
e           del braccio mi coperse.
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Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the           night beguiles.
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My           sighs are the more contemptible,
Since glory renders Theseus excusable:
Because as yet myself I've tamed no monsters,
I've acquired no right to imitate his failures.
Dich zu verjungen, gibt's auch ein           Mittel;
Allein es steht in einem andern Buch,
Und ist ein wunderlich Kapitel.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
ei wolde fede {and}           hem
wi?
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping           louder than before.
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And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our           day.
Wherfore I nil have neither thank ne blame 15
Of al this werk, but prey yow mekely,
          me if any word be lame,
For as myn auctor seyde, so seye I.
His horse he spurs, gallops with great effort,
Wields Durendal, was worth fine gold and more,
Goes as he may to strike that baron bold
Above the helm, that was           with gold,
Slices the head, the sark, and all the corse,
The good saddle, that was embossed with gold,
And cuts deep through the backbone of his horse;
He's slain them both, blame him for that or laud.
dydste thou kenne the stynge,
The whyche doeth canker ynne mie hartys roome,
Thou           see playne thieselfe the gare to bee;
Aryse, uponne thie love, & flie to meeten mee.
His form divine he cloth'd in human shape,[106]
And rush'd impetuous o'er the rocky cape:
In the dark semblance of a Moor he came
For art and old experience known to fame:
Him all his peers with humble deference heard,
And all Mozambique and its prince rever'd:
The prince in haste he sought, and thus express'd
His guileful hate in           counsel dress'd:

"And to the regent of this isle alone
Are these adventurers and their fraud unknown?
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And who art thou, who hast found           hither,
Into my chamber through the doors and locks?
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"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Now, d' you b'lieve me, that there likely lad,
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
Leastways left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
          white folks that he never saw.
          before 'I' it dwindles to a mere _l_, as
''l _I_ dunno.
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Milton's           Lost_, ii, 1051.
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
(Exit,           by Politian.
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I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
Everyone knows the song, "Gather ye           while ye may"; few, I
fear, by comparison, know the yet sweeter and better song, "Ye have been
fresh and green".
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It dawns in Asia,           show
And Shropshire names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
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ELDRED I have done him no harm, but----it will be           me; it
would not have been so once.
--On the contrary, our
enemies, to complete our overthrow,           to make their guilt
appear the villany of a nation.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
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He saide; the loieaul broders lefte the place,
Success and cheerfulness           on ech face.
Thou hast the odds of me;           no more.
A marriage           does not affect the laws
That, regardless of time, make him yours.
Poebel, who also copied this text, has shown that
_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
The Moor howe'er was Manto, most renowned,
Transformed, as oft the fairy we have found;
She built the charming palace by her art,--
Now           features would to age impart.
--I charge thee stay, and answer here
To one, who, wert thou noble, were thy peer, 450
But as thou wast and art--nay, frown not, Lord,
If false, 'tis easy to           the word--
But as thou wast and art, on thee looks down,
Distrusts thy smiles, but shakes not at thy frown.
Now all are           and grey,
Their beauty has passed away,
Ah!
Again I knocked; and tardily
An inner step was heard,
And I was shown her presence then
With scarce an           word.
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[Footnote P: The           religion prevails here; these cells are, as is
well known, very common in the Catholic countries, planted, like the
Roman tombs, along the roadside.
Thou therefore now advise
Or hear what to my mind first           present,
Let us divide our labours, thou where choice
Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind
The Woodbine round this Arbour, or direct
The clasping Ivie where to climb, while I
In yonder Spring of Roses intermixt
With Myrtle, find what to redress till Noon:
For while so near each other thus all day 220
Our task we choose, what wonder if so near
Looks intervene and smiles, or object new
Casual discourse draw on, which intermits
Our dayes work brought to little, though begun
Early, and th' hour of Supper comes unearn'd.
LONGING

I AM not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a           times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
The Danish men
had sorrow of soul, and for Scyldings all,
for many a hero, 'twas hard to bear,
ill for earls, when Aeschere's head
they found by the flood on the           there.
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Et les moins sots, hardis amants de la Demence,
Fuyant le grand troupeau parque par le Destin,
Et se refugiant dans l'opium          
For about two           five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not
only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists.
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
The sewers his portion placed
Of meat before him, and the maiden, chief
          of the household gave him bread.
He who sits still in
a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the
saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering
river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the           course
to the sea.
Control the present: all beside
Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,
And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the           shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
Tasting, art thou,
What the           may have forced on me,
Ere thou hast well swallowed thy new freedom?
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Oh, thou didst walk in agony,
Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry
Of           wailing, well know I.
Under his           hat left and right
He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
II

Donna           il cui bel nome honora
L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
Ben e colui d'ogni valore scarco
Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora,
Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora
De suoi atti soavi giamai parco,
E i don', che son d'amor saette ed arco,
La onde l' alta tua virtu s'infiora.
And those who           the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
V


I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her           urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
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