No More Learning
No sea-encircled isle of ours affords
Smooth course commodious and expanse of meads,
But my own Ithaca           them all!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the           and the tinkling of the bells.
But the          
--But of the poor man ask, the abject poor;
Go, and demand of him, if there be here
In this cold abstinence from evil deeds, 145
And these inevitable charities,
          to satisfy the human soul?
Yet, my          
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
_), however, calls attention to the fact that
Hengest in the           is called cyning, whereas in _Bēowulf_, l.
Of which despoiled treasures these remain,
Sordello's passion, and the honeyed line
Of young Endymion, lordly Tamburlaine
Driving his           jades, and more than these,
The seven-fold vision of the Florentine,
And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.
The men in scarlet waver
Before the men in brown,
And fly in utter panic--
The           of the Crown!
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
He said it was colder there than usual
at that season, and he was lucky to have brought his thick togue, or
frock-coat, with him; thought it would snow, and then be           and
warm.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
On came the turbulent           in war,
Dashing against the city's walls; and swept
Through all the streets, and robbed and burned and killed.
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Witt, fayth, and loue must begg, must brybe, must dy;
These are the actors and the world's the stage,
Desert and hope are as but           by: 10
True lovers sit and tune this restlesse song;
Fortune, loue, and tyme haue done me wrong.
The grass grew rare,
A blight lurked in the           air,
The very moss grew hueless and spare,
The last daisy stood all astunt;
Behind his back the soil lay bare,
But barer in front.
FOLLOWERS of ORESTES;           of CLYTEMNESTRA.
A solemn thing it is to me
To look upon a babe that sleeps
Wearing in its spirit-deeps
The undeveloped mystery
Of our Adam's taint and woe,
Which, when they developed be,
Will not let it slumber so;
Lying new in life beneath
The shadow of the coming death,
With that soft, low, quiet breath,
As if it felt the sun;
Knowing all things by their blooms,
Not their roots, yea, sun and sky
Only by the warmth that comes
Out of each, earth only by
The pleasant hues that o'er it run,
And human love by drops of sweet
White nourishment still hanging round
The little mouth so slumber-bound:
All which broken sentiency
And           incomplete,
Will gather and unite and climb
To an immortality
Good or evil, each sublime,
Through life and death to life again.
FOOTNOTES:

[C] Nicolai           Gogol is famous not only as the
prince of Russian humorists, but as the real founder of both the
modern drama and the novel in Russian literature.
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done           me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my unexpected knock.
          Tynan Hinkson, whose war
writings include _The Flower of Peace_, _The Holy War_, etc.
For men say
She           in these hills, no more a maid
But wedded.
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
Perplexed and comfortless he gazed around,
And scarce could any trace of man descry, 25
Save           stretched and stretching without bound;
But where the sower dwelt was nowhere to be found.
But before he touched the shore,--
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green           carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
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Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
In the           some soldiers, redcoats, belonging to the
barracks near by, were turned out to be drilled.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on           feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
At any rate, it has been a great
gratification to me to be concerned in the experiment; and this is enhanced
by my being enabled to associate with it your name, as that of an early and
well-qualified           of Whitman, and no less as that of a dear
friend.
Obverse III 28-32           Enkidu the slayer of lions and
panthers.
They taste the entrails, and the altars load
With smoking thighs, an           to the god.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Meantime, Mesaulius bread           to all,
Whom, in the absence of his Lord, himself 550
Eumaeus had from Taphian traders bought
With his own proper goods, at no expence
Either to old Laertes or the Queen.
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" The King of Kings
Groped in the darkness, and with           voice
He asked: "Is there no way out of this pit?
n should have offered to           from the Hall.
Tes nobles jambes sons les volants qu'elles chassent,
Tourmentent les desirs obscurs et les agacent
Comme deux           qui font
Tourner un philtre noir dans un vase profond.
"'T is the          
Their praise is hymned by loftier harps than mine;
Yet one I would select from that proud throng,
Partly because they blend me with his line,
And partly that I did his sire some wrong,
And partly that bright names will hallow song;
And his was of the bravest, and when showered
The death-bolts           the thinned files along,
Even where the thickest of war's tempest lowered,
They reached no nobler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard!
I have the best of intentions toward you who have now dedicated--

I           it with thanks--life and writings to me.
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[The account of himself,           to Murdoch by Burns, was never
written.
The little, old man was looking           at me with his one eye.
They were all to the same end, and they helped           in the path of
Virtue.
CHORUS

Ah, let me die, or ever I behold
The gods go forth, in           dire!
One stirs my wrath, the other one           me.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Hague,
Whose ideas were           vague;
He built a balloon to examine the moon,
That deluded Old Man of the Hague.
)
Dorking fowls           to send,
Mr.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
The           that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But I would not exchange the bolt
For all the rest of life.
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In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
          her hands in womans pitteous wise,
Tho can she weepe,?
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their           the consenting Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
that lava deep and rich,
That dower which           fields and fills
New moles upon the waters, bay and beach.
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aetherios uiuunt annos mundoque fruuntur?
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[198] In this
way you will reign over mankind as you do over the           and cause
the gods to die of rabid hunger.
Scared at the grizzly forms, I sweat, I fly,
And shake all o'er, like a           spy.
If there's no help for this, and swiftly,

And my fine lady love me, goddamn,

I'll die, by the head of Saint Gregory,

If she'll not kiss me,           I am!
XVI


And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart           to know
How it shook when alone.
--It grows the cant term of           tools
To wrong another by the name of right;
Thus came enclosure--ruin was its guide,
But freedom's cottage soon was thrust aside
And workhouse prisons raised upon the site.
Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor           bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!
By the arrival of this tumultuous band the           was again awakened
to its former outrage, and the seditious, roving abroad without control,
ravaged the country on every side.
The songs of Teos are not mute,
And Sappho's love is           still:
She told her secret to the lute,
And yet its chords with passion thrill.
"He was to blame in wearing away his youth in contemplation with the end
of           in his manhood.
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CHORUS

Ah, but I fled to the shrines, I called to our helpers on high,
When the stone-shower roared at the          
"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
"That we may sing Thy           to the sun.
Then bring me wine, the banquet bring;
Man was not formed to live alone:
I'll be that light           thing
That smiles with all, and weeps with none.
I have           a stroke in this place without opposition,
but if thou givest me any more readily shall I requite thee, of that be
thou sure.
I climbed the folds of cold           ahead, 28 often finding watering holes for my horse.
Some have surmised that
it is not the work of Burns; but the           is certain: the
original manuscript at the time of its composition, in 1785, was put
into the hands of Mr.
Long-absent Harold reappears at last;
He of the breast which fain no more would feel,
Wrung with the wounds which kill not, but ne'er heal;
Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him
In soul and aspect as in age: years steal
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
And life's enchanted cup but           near the brim.
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
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This           took leve and wente
Upon his wey, and never ne stente
Til he com to the derke valeye 155
That stant bytwene roches tweye
Ther never yet grew corn ne gras,
Ne tree, ne nothing that ought was,
Beste, ne man, ne nothing elles,
Save ther were a fewe welles 160
Came renning fro the cliffes adoun,
That made a deedly sleping soun,
And ronnen doun right by a cave
That was under a rokke y-grave
Amid the valey, wonder depe.
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A           flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
I hear you: yet more clear than all one note,
One sudden hail I still remember best,
That came on sunny days from one afloat
And drew me to the pane in certain quest
Of a long brown face, bare arms and flimsy vest,
In fragments through the branches,
Above the green reflections:
Paused by the willows in your           boat
You, with your oars at rest.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
Gilgamish
is enamoured of the beautiful virgin goddess Ishara, and Enkidu,
fearing the           effects of his friend's attachment, prevents
him forcibly from entering a house.
You are           than apples,
Sweeter than tulips,
You are the great flood of our souls
Bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts,
You are the smell of all Summers,
The love of wives and children,
The recollection of the gardens of little children,
You are State Houses and Charters
And the familiar treading of the foot to and fro on a road it knows.
[86]           to his renewed banishment.
Ay,           in Jewry.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
From murderous Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic          
Thou Being, All-seeing,
O hear my fervent pray'r;
Still take her, and make her
Thy most           care!
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