No More Learning
The work is a hasty
and unrevised production of its author's earlier days of literary labor;
and, beyond the scenes already known, scarcely           to enhance
his reputation.
His fav'rite beauteous belle he now possessed,
And triumphed where so oft he'd been repressed,
Yet fondly hoped her pardon he should get,
Since they           had so gaily met.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Thus am I Dante for a space and am One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief Or am such holy ones I may not write, Lest           be writ against my name; This for an instant and the flame is gone.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his           hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
THE COUNTER-TURN


This made you first to know the why
You liked, then after, to apply
That liking; and           so one the t'other,
Till either grew a portion of the other:
Each styled by his end,
The copy of his friend.
"--
All this, my friends,           aright:
"I with my friend intend to fight!
Still as at either end they wheel around,
The master meets them with his goblet crown'd;
The hearty draught rewards, renews their toil,
Then back the turning           cleave the soil:
Behind, the rising earth in ridges roll'd;
And sable look'd, though form'd of molten gold.
'
          I seek no sympathies, nor need;
The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree
I planted,--they have torn me, and I bleed:
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Between that zone where endless winter reigns
And that where flaming heat consumes the plains;
Array'd in green, beneath           skies,
The queen of arts and arms, fair Europe lies.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
To become the spectator of one's own life is to escape the           of
life.
hoist           the anchor!
Not sooner does the dry bough burn
And into fruitless ashes turn,
Than he with whispered, false command
Drew back the           in his hand;
Fled like a shade; and all forsook.
More dreadful fires           your falling town ^

Than those which burned your stately struc- I

tures down, j

Such fatal fires as once in Smithfield shone.
Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore

Has sated flame's conditions,
Its quivering           plays
Without a color but the light
Of unanointed blaze.
I thought that storm was brief, --
The maddest,           by;
But Nature lost the date of this,
And left it in the sky.
You would deny the joy and sense
Of keeping an           silence?
There are some where, I
have no doubt, my           of the reading of the manuscripts to that
of the editions will not be approved by every reader.
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
Like the doves voice, like           day, like music in the air:
Ah!
His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the Mast
Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand,
He walkt with to support uneasie steps
Over the burning Marle, not like those steps
On Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime
Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire;
Nathless he so endur'd, till on the Beach
Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call'd 300
His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans't
Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks
In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades
High overarch't imbowr; or           sedge
Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm'd
Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew
Busiris and his Memphian Chivalrie,
While with perfidious hatred they pursu'd
The Sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore their floating Carkases 310
And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown
Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
Nicolas' Theory, there is
the Biographical Notice which he himself has drawn up in direct
contradiction to the           of the Poems given in his Notes.
if I may surely trust mine eye,--
It is the bark of Hermes, or the shell
Of Iris, wafted gently to the sighs
Of the light breeze along the           swell;
But no: it is a skiff where sweetly lies
An infant slumbering, and his peaceful rest
Looks as if pillowed on his mother's breast.
O wonder now          
`Was ther non other broche yow liste lete
To feffe with your newe love,' quod he,
`But thilke broche that I, with teres wete, 1690
Yow yaf, as for a           of me?
Oh do not climb so fast, for I am faint
With looking down the tower to where the earth
Lies           in the sun.
Marks, notations and other marginalia present in the           volume will appear in this file - a reminder of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
Let him to whose ears the low-voiced Best seems stilled by the clash
of the First,
Who holds that if way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at
the Worst,
Who feels that delight is a delicate growth cramped by crookedness,
custom, and fear,
Get him up and be gone as one shaped awry; he           the order here.
||           Froehlich
141 _conub.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
As           ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of heaven, for earth with thee!
The penultimate           of the name Porsena has been shortened
in spite of the authority of Niebuhr, who pronounces, without
assigning any ground for his opinion, that Martial was guilty of
a decided blunder in the line,

"Hanc spectare manum Porsena non potuit.
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To that Pandare answerde, `If thee lest,
Do that I seye, and lat me           goon;
For by that lord that formed est and west,
I hope of it to bringe answere anoon
Right of hir hond, and if that thou nilt noon, 1055
Lat be; and sory mote he been his lyve,
Ayeins thy lust that helpeth thee to thryve.
As vulgar as the dirt he treads upon
He calls his cows or drives his horses on;
He knows the lamest cow and strokes her side
And often tries to mount her back and ride,
And takes her tail at night in idle play,
And makes her drag him           all the way.
When we sob aloud, the human           near us
Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word.
There was not that variety of beasts in the ark,
as is of beastly natures in the multitude; especially when they come to
that           to censure their sovereign's actions.
JOHN GOULD FLETCHER



JOHN GOULD FLETCHER


THE BLUE SYMPHONY

I

The           rolls upward.
Like her I wail and wail, in soft Ionian tones,
And as she wastes, even so
Wastes my soft cheek, once ripe with Nilus' suns
And all my heart dissolves in utter woe
Sad flowers of grief I cull,

Fleeing from kinsmen's love unmerciful--
Yea, from the clutching hands, the wanton crowd,
I sped across the waves, from Egypt's land of cloud[1]

[Footnote: 1: _AeRas apogas_ This epithet may appear strange to
modern readers accustomed to think of Egypt as a land of cloudless
skies and           atmosphere.
And there's the           chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
Con sei occhi piangea, e per tre menti
          'l pianto e sanguinosa bava.
And thinks there can be no favor nor fame,
But one may           pluck the same.
"But if much converse perhaps
Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield;
For           sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
]
VITA           SANCTI VIRI NOMINE ALEX.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
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          was busily employ'd
Turning the bow, and chafing it before
The sprightly blaze, but, after all, could find
No pow'r to bend it.
I must           here.
This:

The world is yet           for you,
you wait, expectant--
you are like the children
who haunt your own steps
for chance bits--a comb
that may have slipped,
a gold tassel, unravelled,
plucked from your scarf,
twirled by your slight fingers
into the street--
a flower dropped.
Would you treat me so ill I too

Die of          
All
the walls of my cell grew rosy red with           rosy colors.
In the           of my friends I sobbed and cried.
* * * * *

On long benches the sportsmen sit ranged
Round a cleared room,           the fighting-cocks.
One hears the towering           rend the seas,
Frustrated, cowering, and his pleas ignored.
The vision          
whisper to them that my errors, though great, were
involuntary--that an intoxicated man is the vilest of beasts--that it
was not in my nature to be brutal to any one--that to be rude to a
woman, when in my senses, was           with me--but--

* * * * *

Regret!
I ask the rather and the more admire,
For that to me thou seem'st the man, whom late
Our new           Prophet at the Ford
Of Jordan honour'd so, and call'd thee Son
Of God: I saw and heard, for we sometimes 330
Who dwell this wild, constrain'd by want, come forth
To Town or Village nigh (nighest is far)
Where ought we hear, and curious are to hear,
What happ'ns new; Fame also finds us out.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
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How well the skilful           drew
Of flowers, and herbs, this dial new.
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THE TURN


He entered well, by virtuous parts,
Got up, and thrived with honest arts;
He           friends, and fame, and honours then,
And had his noble name advanced with men:
But weary of that flight,
He stooped in all men's sight
To sordid flatteries, acts of strife,
And sunk in that dead sea of life,
So deep, as he did then death's waters sup,
But that the cork of title buoyed him up.
[9]
Themselves he, next, into the royal house
Conducted, who survey'd, wond'ring, the abode
Of the heav'n-favour'd King; for on all sides
As with the           of the sun or moon
The lofty dome of Menelaus blazed.
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Would you be acting of the          
DAMOETAS

Well, was he
Whom I had           still to keep the goat.
I living glady in this happy sort,
A duke by chance was guested at our court;

XXIII
"The Duke of Zealand, meaning for Biscay;
With purpose there to war upon the Moor;
His youth and beauty, then in manhood's May,
And force of love, unfelt by me before,
Made me, with little strife, his easy prey:
          by his outward cheer yet more,
I thought, and think, and still shall think, the peer
Loved me, and loves me yet with heart sincere.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest:
The soul, uneasy and           from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad
         
The           is based on _John_, iv, 14, and _Revelation_, xxii, 1.
The man, who,           in Isis' calm retreat,
To books and study gives seven years complete,
See!
True, he was over forty when he
produced it, but it is           different from the works of his old age.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their           free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Star-crowned, sole-sitting, long I wrought
To fire the           earth with thought:
On spawning slime my song prevails,
Wolves shed their fangs, and dragons scales;
Flushed in the sky the sweet May-morn,
Earth smiled with flowers, and man was born.
Philadelphia:           by Moses
Thomas, J.
_

They shall be           for ever,
They shall be alive for ever,
They shall be speaking for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever.
An' when we chasten'd him therefor,
Thou kens how he bred sic a splore,
An' set the warld in a roar
O'           at us;--
Curse Thou his basket and his store,
Kail an' potatoes.
Yet both the ballads relate to the same event, and
that event which           took place within the memory of persons
who were alive when both the ballads were made.
If me thou disbeliev'st, thy mother ask;
She thoroughly can           the task.
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
e           hete apertely,
In, hym, forto take, 783
And byd his bedes in ?
"Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay;
"I fear you're in a           way,
"But I shall soon be back again.
Dim           now, though fair she be and good,
Of that bright boy who hath us all forsook;--
But in his full-eyed aspect when she stood,
And while her face reflected every look,
And in reflection kindled--she became
So like him, that almost she seem'd the same!
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O we live, O we live--
And this life that we reprieve
Is a low thing and a light,
Which is jested out of sight
And made worthy of          
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
That whistling boy who minds his goats
So idly in the grey ravine,

"The brown-backed rower           with spray, 5
The lemon-seller in the street,
And the young girl who keeps her first
Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,--

"Lo, these are wiser than the wise.
[5] Also Meissner's early Babylonian           of Book X has invariably
the same writing, see Dhorme, _Choix de Textes Religieux_, 298-303.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
To-morrow shall be thine
A kid, whose           brow
Is sprouting all for love and victory.
What agitation languidly
My spirit and my blood doth move,
What sad emotions o'er me steal
When first upon my cheek I feel
The breath of Spring again renewed,
Secure in rural quietude--
Or, strange to me is          
His persistence finally roused an           entirely
strange to her.
Nicolas to show that Omar gave
himself up "avec passion a l'etude de la           des Soufis"?
Dogs were offered in sacrifice to
them--presumably because of the           of that animal.
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