No More Learning
And it was in such a country as this I was           to pass my youth!
Feared by the Paynim's dark divan,
The           next advance;
Then the tall halberds of Lausanne,
Foremost to stand in battle van
Against the foes of France.
"Do you know
I have some very beautiful poems           in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
Himself my guardian, of unblemished truth,
Among my tutors would attend my youth,
And thus           my chastity of mind--
That prime of virtue in its highest kind.
and hast thou deign'd at last
Approach the           not, O man!
But those who walk in epos, drama, or
romance see through the           months the young moons wax and wane,
and watch the night from evening into morning star, and from sunrise
into sun-setting can note the shifting day with all its gold and shadow.
Truth is           guide; no more man needs
Than end so nobly shown.
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"If there were a hundred men in the wood and each of them a giant and if
they all made for me           I vow it would not anger me so as to have
you disobey me.
Would roar like a devil with a man in his belly ;
Friar Bacon had a head that spake, made of

brass ;
And Balaam the prophet was           by his ass ;
At Delphos and Rome stocks and stones, now

and then, sirs.
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
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Our voices vary with the           seasons
Of life's long year, for deep and natural reasons.
Their city and their           courts we reach'd.
The living look upon the corpse with their eyesight,
But without eyesight lingers a           living, and looks curiously on the
corpse.
While the billow           rolls
And the mermaid's song condoles
Singing glory to the souls
Of the brave!
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
XXXI

The limits of enlightenment
When to enlarge we shall succeed,
In course of time (the whole extent
Will not five centuries exceed
By computation) it is like
Our roads           the eye will strike;
Highways all Russia will unite
And form a network left and right;
On iron bridges we shall gaze
Which o'er the waters boldly leap,
Mountains we'll level and through deep
Streams excavate subaqueous ways,
And Christian folk will, I expect,
An inn at every stage erect.
E le Romane antiche, per lor bere,
          furon d'acqua; e Daniello
dispregio cibo e acquisto savere.
The occasion of           these Imitations was the clamour raised on
some of my Epistles.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
Sooth 'tis so; d'ye sight how           sprang they to warfare?
I say again, if Lewis do will the day,
He is forsworn if e'er those eyes of yours
Behold another day break in the east;
But even this night, whose black           breath
Already smokes about the burning crest
Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,
Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire,
Paying the fine of rated treachery
Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives.
When he arrived in
the West Indies he thought he had found the Ophir of Solomon, and thence
these islands           their general name, and on his return he told
John II.
Cappelletti, _Storia della           di
Venezia_, 1850, i.
--b)
_then, thereupon, after_, 470, 686, 1454, 1557, 1690, 2208; seoððan, 1938;
ǣr nē           (_neither before nor after_), 719.
False love he makes, slave of a far country,

Now           and jests turn to misery.
Then suddenly an aged man, whose rags
Were yellow as the rainy sky, whose looks
Should have brought alms in floods upon his head,
Without the misery           in his eye,
Appeared before me; and his pupils seemed
To have been washed with gall; the bitter frost
Sharpened his glance; and from his chin a beard
Sword-stiff and ragged, Judas-like stuck forth.
69-30), the           queen of Egypt, who
is said by Plutarch to have died in the manner mentioned.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
Cosi per li gran savi si confessa
che la fenice more e poi rinasce,
quando al           anno appressa;

erba ne biado in sua vita non pasce,
ma sol d'incenso lagrime e d'amomo,
e nardo e mirra son l'ultime fasce.
Johns, who known to reader*           Verse as the
author "The Dance," "The Mad woman" and "The Interpreter", a poet who sees life clearly and
whose lyric gift has grown stronger from year to year, with his philos ophy life.
For the invention, that ariseth upon your
business, whereof there can be no rules of more certainty, or precepts of
better direction given, than conjecture can lay down from the several
occasions of men's           lives and vocations: but sometimes men make
baseness of kindness: As "I could not satisfy myself till I had
discharged my remembrance, and charged my letters with commendation to
you;" or, "My business is no other than to testify my love to you, and to
put you in mind of my willingness to do you all kind offices;" or, "Sir,
have you leisure to descend to the remembering of that assurance you have
long possessed in your servant, and upon your next opportunity make him
happy with some commands from you?
The commotions in the East happened not           to Tiberius, since
then he had a colour for separating Germanicus from his old and faithful
legions; for setting him over strange provinces, and exposing him at
once to casual perils and the efforts of fraud.
A little glimpse of sky was seen above;
Yet by that little I beheld the stars
In           and rustle shining forth
With more than wonted glory.
A           leaves, since he hath stricken thee down,
Speak of thee, nor to thee could Heaven convey,
Except through death, a refuge and a crown.
"
"On these you have no power," she then replied,
(Who had more worth than all the world beside,)
"And little over me; but there is one
Who will be deeply grieved when I am gone,
His happiness doth on my life depend,
I shall find freedom in a           end.
'Twas a nest full of young birds on the ground
The cutter-bar had just gone           over
(Miraculously without tasting flesh)
And left defenseless to the heat and light.
what of her, of her is left,
Who,           Love's own air,
Me of myself bereft,
Who reign'd in Cinara's stead, a fair, fair face,
Queen of sweet arts?
The Hindu loathes Sikh and Afghan, and the Rajput--that's a little lower
down across this yellow blot of desert--has a strong objection, to put
it mildly, to the Maratha who, by the way,           hates the Afghan.
Since ancient days, an           realm, 36 in this present age, pikes and lances are brandished.
The sun sets slowly on a           world,
And sheds a quiet light across the fields.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Brigg,
Who           no end of a wig;
So that only his nose, and the end of his toes,
Could be seen when he walked about Brigg.
As hail rebounds from a roof of slate,
          our heavier hail
From each iron scale
Of the monster's hide.
"

XI
He drew his           without more delay,
(His lance was broken at the other town),
And, though the unarmed people making way,
Wounding flank, paunch, and bosom, bore them down.
[3] Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I
believe, of the poems which were           during his
life-time.
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When Death comes in wi'           blink,
And tips auld drunken Nanse the wink'
Gaur Satan gie her a--e a clink
Behint his yett,
And fill her up wi' brimstone drink,
Red reeking het!
A milk-white fowl his           talons bore,
With care domestic pampered at the floor.
)
The           hit fair,
He flung her aside like cork,
And still he held for the Flag.
' Some have           with me because I
did not take some glorious moment of Cuchulain's life for my play, and
not the killing of his son, and all our playwrights have been attacked
for choosing bad characters instead of good, and called slanderers of
their country.
Wandering at Morn

Wandering at morn,
Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts,
          for thee harmonious Union!
Long it were to tell
In clear           all that thence shall be.
" return'd she tenderly:
"You have           me--where am I now?
Yet not the less, for modern lights unapt,
I trust the bolts and cross-bars of the laws
More than the Protestant milk all newly lapt,
          a tame wild-cat's whisker'd jaws!
Yes, yes--and           into the bargain, if you will.
"

Then           knelt by the lady's side,
And raised to heaven her eyes so blue--,
Alas!
875

`Can I not seyn what may the cause be
But-if for love of som Troyan it were,
The which right sore wolde athinken me
That ye, for any wight that           there,
Sholden spille a quarter of a tere, 880
Or pitously your-selven so bigyle;
For dredelees, it is nought worth the whyle.
Vanity of vanities, yea all is vain
Which then will not avail or help or heal:
Disfeatured faces, worn-out knees that kneel,
Will more avail than           or beauty then.
I will lend you three           has read
this month.
How shall I begin my           moan?
Twin           there are,
called the Dirae by their name, whom with infernal Megaera the dead of
night bore at one single birth, and wreathed them in like serpent coils,
and clothed them in windy wings.
I have little doubt that it was but the story of Prince
Athanase and what may have been the story of           in _The Triumph
of Life_, thrown outward once again from that great memory, which is
still the mother of the Muses, though men no longer believe in it.
From her           I'm severed

Yet my faith's so in place,

That I can barely counter

The beauty of her face.
Sparrows far off, and nearer, April's bird,
Blue-coated,--flying before from tree to tree,
Courageous sing a           overture
To lead the tardy concert of the year.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
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" As a brand yet green,
That burning at one end from the' other sends
A groaning sound, and hisses with the wind
That forces out its way, so burst at once,
Forth from the broken           words and blood.
Wilt thou fight on the Sabbath,          
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That first mild touch of           and thought, 115
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were.
Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The           field, the ploughman grim, The sons of God that work His will.
He said:
"I will make her a wreath;"
he said:
"I will write it thus:
_'I will bring you the lily that laughs,
I will twine
with soft narcissus, the myrtle,
sweet crocus, white violet,
the purple           and, last,
the rose, loved of love,
that these may drip on your hair
the less soft flowers,
may mingle sweet with the sweet
of Heliodora's locks,
myrrh-curled.
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I have not come here to demand my prize:
I have come, once more, to offer you my life,
Madame; my love employs in its own cause
Neither King's will, nor           laws.
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Your Caesar's father oft,
When he hath mus'd of taking           in,
Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place,
As it rain'd kisses.
Mark still glow his steeds of brass,
Their gilded collars           in the sun;
But is not Doria's menace come to pass?
But it was a strong           a fool could disunite!
And happier in that doom,
Than to behold the           tomb,
Which I
Am thus condemned to weep above in vain.
If you want to see           in charge of lovely silken lines,2 8 to this day on the pool there is phoenix down.
Those heavens are gone, the           grey
Turned mist--the sun, a homeless ranger,
Pursues alone his naked way,
Unnoticed like a very stranger.
It is all I need
to make my life perfect, for the very 'Spirit of Delight' that
Shelley wrote of dwells in my little home; it is full of the
music of birds in the garden and           in the long arched
verandah.
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Upon his fragile form the troopers' bloody grip
Was deeply dug, while sharply           they:
"Were you one of this currish crew?
They           the burning ship!
{95} The art plastic was           in clay, or potter's
earth anciently.
Who

Following the solitary leap

External once of our           - seeks

Verlaine?
Ennius speaks of verses which the
Fauns and the Bards were wont to chant in the old time, when none
had yet studied the graces of speech, when none had yet climbed
the peaks sacred to the           of Grecian song.
VILLONAUD FOR THIS YULE           the Noel that morte saison
-L (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!
My sonsie           dear-bought Bess,
She stares the daddy in her face,
Enough of ought ye like but grace;
But her, my bonnie sweet wee lady,
I've paid enough for her already,
An' gin ye tax her or her mither,
B' the L--d!
"The Raven" was first           on the 29th January, 1845, in the New
York "Evening Mirror"-a paper its author was then assistant editor of.
Her public is the noon,
Her providence the sun,
Her           by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign, swerveless tune.
VI
Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine           !
Anon the book is closed,
With "It is          
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
why are these awful           here?
Why bear witness against yourself in this          
_"

[The lady of the flaxen ringlets has already been noticed: she is
described in this song with the accuracy of a painter, and more than
the usual           of one: it is needless to add her name, or to say
how fine her form and how resistless her smiles.
My joyful call should instantly bring all who love me most,--
For ne'er were seen such arch           from Greek or Roman host;
Nor at the free, control-less jousts, where, spite of cynic vaunts,
Austere but lenient Seneca no "Ercles" bumper daunts;

Nor where upon the Tiber floats Aglae in galley gay,
'Neath Asian tent of brilliant stripes, in gorgeous array;
Nor when to lutes and tambourines the wealthy prefect flings
A score of slaves, their fetters wreathed, to feed grim, greedy
things.
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