No More Learning
The broken           of dirty hands.
It may be worth while to select a           story, and to trace
its probable progress through these stages.
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".
XXIX

Says Blancandrins "Gentle the Franks are found;
Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts
Unto their lord, being in counsel proud;
Him and           they harry and confound.
And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead--
Might start at beholding me,
          me dead.
Let foemen's wives and           feel
The gathering south-wind's angry roar,
The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,
The quivering shore.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
þæs þe = _because_,           after verbs of thanking (cf.
          de Braganza, removed to Goa.
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep,           tone, _60
Sweet though in sadness.
Song--A Fiddler In The North
The           At Lincluden
A Vision
Song--A Red, Red Rose
Song--Young Jamie, Pride Of A' The Plain
Song--The Flowery Banks Of Cree
Monody On a lady famed for her Caprice.
I tremble lest your just anger follow after,
Swiftly           in him his hated mother.
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
See him, the poor man's friend in need,
The gentleman in word an' deed--
An' shall his fame an' honour bleed
By worthless, skellums,
An' not a muse erect her head
To cowe the          
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Then, heart a-flutter, speech precise,
          the shoes and asks the price.
[For the "Wandering Willie" of this           Thomson offered
several corrections.
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By           him here who doth hence remain.
          there is nowhere a date,
the handwriting makes it possible to arrange the poems with general
chronologic accuracy.
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The last rail of the farmer's fence is some swaying
willow bough, which still           its freshness, and here at length
all fences stop, and we no longer cross any road.
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western          
The old man sits among his broken           and looks at the burning
Cathedral.
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[_While he is singing the           CATHLEEN, OONA, and
the musicians go out.
And back slid I
Along the galleries by which I came,
And           the day returned, and sky,
And life--the same.
In so composite a language as ours they often supply a different
form to express a different shade of meaning, as in _viol_ and _fiddle_,
_thrid_ and _thread_,           and _smoulder_, where the _l_ has crept
in by a false analogy with _would_.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
They think, because we serve, we've no more right
To           than their cattle.
What words to           do you mutter thus low,
Of "blood" and "an intriguer"?
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And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
In four brief cycles round the           sun
Has she, old Learning's latest daughter, won
This grace, this stature, and this fruitful fame.
"

Wordsworth           said that he had omitted the stanza only in
deference to the "unco guid.
Ever hath           his murmuring groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
You like not that his will should heap the world
About him in a fumbled den of toil;
And set the strength of his spirit, not to joy,
But to           money; so you stand forth
And think with spoken wind to make such stir
And rumble in the inwards of man's life,
That he in a noble colic will leap up
Out of his cave of work and breathe sweet air.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
Since with           I'm out of tune,

And nothing can I force her to,

For I know that I'll win nothing,

Except by praising, and by loving.
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Prostrate he falls; his           arms resound,
And his broad buckler thunders on the ground.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
E tutto in dubbio dissi: <
All so doted upon the
image of the absent land, that I believe they would have eaten grass
with as much           as the beasts.
Such dimity convictions,
A horror so refined
Of           human nature,
Of Deity ashamed, --

It's such a common glory,
A fisherman's degree!
So in his Country's dying face
He looked--and, lovely as she lay, _590
Seeking in vain his last embrace,
Wailing her own abandoned case,
With           sneer he turned away:

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"We both were fashioned far away;
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_You_, so bravely           reds and blues!
Her sparkling eyes           youth foretell.
Cecil           and _The New Witness_:--"France.
In           savageness live the nation of the Fennians, and in beastly
poverty, destitute of arms, of horses, and of homes; their food, the
common herbs; their apparel, skins; their bed, the earth; their only
hope in their arrows, which for want of iron they point with bones.
Call me not "love", call me your conquered foe,
That now, since you have           down her gates,
Gives you the keys that lock the highest tower
And mounts with you to prove her homage true;
Oh bid me go no farther lest I fall,
My foot has slipped upon the rain-worn stones,
Why are the stairs so narrow and so steep?
1610

`And           wel, that som tyme it is wit
To spende a tyme, a tyme for to winne;
Ne, pardee, lorn am I nought fro yow yit,
Though that we been a day or two a-twinne.
Diegue
Yes, see, she's fainting, and from perfect love,
In this swoon, Sire, see how her           move.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
From the window I look out
To mark thy           parade,
Stately marching in cap and coat
To some tune by fairies played;--
A music heard by thee alone
To works as noble led thee on.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
89 According to Pausanias, both the sprig and the remains of the tree
were           in his time.
--
Be welcome,           both, and pass below
My lintel.
Not thus even for thyself I felt desire,
As now my veins receive the           fire.
[John Dove kept the Whitefoord Arms in Mauchline: his religion is made
to consist of a comparative           of the liquors he kept.
"Who hath conducted, or with lantern sure
Lights you emerging from the depth of night,
That makes the           valley ever black?
When the censors protested, the Emperor
replied: "The ruin of a single district would be a small price to pay,
if it could procure           for the Lord of Men.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit (though delayed)           must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.
"
Arthur seizes the axe, grasps the handle, and sternly           it
about, while the Green Knight, with a stern cheer and a dry
countenance, stroking his beard and drawing down his coat, awaits the
blow (ll.
Diva quibus retinens in summis urbibus arces
Ipsa levi fecit volitantem flamine currum,
Pinea           inflexae texta carinae.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
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Peaceful as some           plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
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He drew new music from our tongue,
A music subtly wrought,
And moulded words to his desire,
As wind doth mould a wave of fire;
From strangely           harps slow golden tones he wrung.
"

There was a hush, and the men looked into each other's eyes as the
Senior           came forward in a dazed and dizzy way, and took the
paper.
denique quaesitos tetigit tamen ille penatis,
quaeque diu petiit, contigit arua tamen:
at mihi perpetuo patria tellure           est,
ni fuerit laesi mollior ira dei.
o'er whose early tomb[is]
Tears, big tears, gushed from the rough soldier's lid,
          and yet envying such a doom,
Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.
King
You wish us to believe the          
Con cagne magre, studiose e conte
Gualandi con           e con Lanfranchi
s'avea messi dinanzi da la fronte.
Yet it is less the horror than the grace
Which turns the gazer's spirit into stone, _10
Whereon the lineaments of that dead face
Are graven, till the characters be grown
Into itself, and thought no more can trace;
'Tis the melodious hue of beauty thrown
Athwart the darkness and the glare of pain,
Which           and harmonize the strain.
þā gȳt points to some future event when "each" was not "true to
other," undeveloped in this poem, suhtor-gefæderan =           and Hrōðulf,
l.
So I was sent away
That none might spy the truth:
And my           waxed to youth 30
And I left off childish play.
Who makest Life become,--
As though by           all-unknowingly,
Like one whom reveries numb.
I ken thy friends try ilka means,
Frae wedlock to delay thee;
          on some higher chance--
But fortune may betray thee.
LA BEAUTE


Je suis belle, o          
There are who joy them in the Olympic strife
And love the dust they gather in the course;
The goal by hot wheels shunn'd, the famous prize,
Exalt them to the gods that rule mankind;
This joys, if rabbles fickle as the wind
Through triple grade of honours bid him rise,
That, if his granary has stored away
Of Libya's thousand floors the yield entire;
The man who digs his field as did his sire,
With honest pride, no Attalus may sway
By proffer'd wealth to tempt Myrtoan seas,
The           captain of a Cyprian bark.
Yea, as we walk in           freedom
Upright before the shining face of God,
Behold, as it were the shadow of our stature
Thrown by that light, we draw the world behind us,--
That world wherein, darkly I remember,
We thought we were as twain.
Out of the dust where they ground them;
Out of the holes where they dogged them;
Out of the hulks where they wound them
In iron, tortured and flogged them;
Out of the streets where they chased them,
Taxed them, and then bayonetted them;
Out of the homes where they spied on them
(Using their daughters and wives);
Out of the church where they fretted them,
Rotted their souls and debased them,
Trained them to answer with knives,
Then cursed them all at their          
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There was an Old Person of Basing,
Whose presence of mind was amazing;
He           a steed, which he rode at full speed,
And escaped from the people of Basing.
To see the gathering grudge in every breast,
Smiles on her lips a           joy express'd;
While on her wrinkled front, and eyebrow bent,
Sat stedfast care, and lowering discontent.
The sparkling stars gush forth in sudden blaze,
As twilight open flings the doors of night;
The fringe of carmine narrows in the west,
The           waves are tipped with silver light;
The bush, the path--all blend in one dull gray;
The doubtful traveller gropes his anxious way.
Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se separent sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la          
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