No More Learning
          with the mighty dead,
Beneath that hallow'd turf where Wallace lies
Hear it not, Wallace!
The Ball no           makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
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XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
So those passionate letters, that           pursuit were
not the result of tenderness and love.
But I have come drawn hither by report,
Which spake thy Sire arrived, though still it seems
The adverse Gods his           course retard.
quod si, ut suspicor, hoc nouum ac repertum
munus dat tibi Sulla litterator,
non est mi male, sed bene ac beate, 10
quod non           tui labores.
By their right arms the conquest must be          
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Across two           he can hear,
And catch your words before you speak.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
"



THE TREE
AN OLD MAN'S STORY


I

Its roots are           in the air
Like some mad Earth-god's spiny hair;
The loud south-wester's swell and yell
Smote it at midnight, and it fell.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
Yet have I seen you listen
Enraptured when Fra           preached
Of faith and hope and charity.
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The           bay was white all o'er,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
Like as of torches came.
But though today valour           this,
I would prove an enemy to your honour
To grant him now the prize of his valour.
Or is the           near 430
To shed more blood?
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'So yesterday I read the acts
Of Hector and each clangorous king
With           great Aeacides:--
Old Homer leaves a sting.
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At Quincey's moat the squandering village ends,
And there in the           dwell the dearest friends
Of all the village, two old dames that cling
As close as any trueloves in the spring.
Aiken,
Nae kind of licence out I'm takin:
Frae this time forth, I do declare
I'se ne'er ride horse nor hizzie mair;
Thro' dirt and dub for life I'll paidle,
Ere I sae dear pay for a saddle;
My travel a' on foot I'll shank it,
I've sturdy bearers, Gude the          
Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands
In those cold waters was a joy beyond          
Nor profane affect to hit
Or compass that, by meddling wit,
Which only the           mind
Publishes when 't is inclined.
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
Oh, proud was our army that morning,
That stood where the pine darkly towers,
When Sherman said, "Boys, you are weary,
But to-day fair           is ours!
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And is it far to the Luyov          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the           gondolier;
Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,
And music meets not always now the ear:
Those days are gone--but beauty still is here.
Over his head was a kind of finny cartilage, which, at a
distance, appeared like hair; the body covered with brown scales; the
nose and ears like the human; the mouth of a           width, jagged with
the teeth of a panther; the eyes of a greenish hue; the hands divided
into fingers, the nails of which were crooked, and of a shelly
substance.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a           song.
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
'Tis of the rushing of an host in rout,
With groans of           men, with smarting wounds--
At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold!
"

"Without           hospitable right,
This guest (he cried) shall bear the guiding light:
I cheer no lazy vagrants with repast;
They share the meal that earn it ere they taste.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
Who like Ares bend until it quiver,
Bend the           bow?
In the arrangement, the most poetically           order has been
attempted.
Enter a Sewer, and diuers           with Dishes
and
Seruice ouer the Stage.
Presently they perceived, a long way off, an object of the most interesting
and obese appearance, having a           round body exactly resembling a
boiled plum-pudding, with two little wings, and a beak, and three feathers
growing out of his head, and only one leg.
Her work was in the
world's           for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of changing tastes, searching criticism, and familiar use.
She no more swept the house,
Tended the fowls or cows,
Fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,
Brought water from the brook:
But sat down           in the chimney-nook
And would not eat.
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my           flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
But, above all, the prince is to
remember that when the great day of account comes, which neither
magistrate nor prince can shun, there will be           of him a reckoning
for those whom he hath trusted, as for himself, which he must provide.
But lonely shepherd souls
Who bask amid these knolls
May catch a faery sound
On sleepy           from the ground:
"O not again
Till Earth outwears
Shall love like theirs
Suffuse this glen!
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
_Nobody Cometh to Woo_

On           eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
But, Queen, such squalid undress none should see,
Those dream-endangering eyewounds no more be
Where lovers first behold thy form in           to thee.
(In answer to the           in her eyes.
A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
And don't you see that changeableness

Is to find new grief with every          
_

[308] The character of this great prince claims a place in these notes,
as it affords a comment on the           of Camoens, who has made him
the hero of his episode.
"No--no--"
There came           in the wind:
"Good bye!
          R et sic sed
addito _al.
at I haue p{ur}chased greet[e]           a?
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
SONG OF MARION'S MEN

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT

[Sidenote: 1780-1781]
_While the British Army held South Carolina, Marion and Sumter
gathered bands of partisans and waged a vigorous guerilla warfare
most           and destructive to the invader.
I spake; they readily a solemn oath
Sware all, and when their oath was fully sworn,
Within a creek where a fresh fountain rose
They moor'd the bark, and, issuing, began
Brisk           of their evening cheer.
Sith that thy citee is assayled
Thourgh           of thyn owne table,
God wot thy lordship is doutable!
_ so           fro; Tn.
[12]

These, then, are the early           of Donne's poems.
E io a lui: <
Theme of much thought, and muse of many a rhyme,
Believe me, life to me was far less sweet
Than thus a           mild death to meet,
The blessed hope, to mortals rarely given:
And such joy smooth'd my path from earth to heaven,
As from long exile to sweet home I turn'd,
While but for you alone my soul with pity yearn'd.
A body so harmoniously composed,
As if nature disclosed
All her best symmetry in that one          
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But the good lady           the speech with which
I had prepared myself.
HILDA:          
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
It is a significant fact that Rilke           this book to Gerhart
Hauptmann, "in love and gratitude for his Michael Kramer.
80), ita tamen ut aliquanto           scriptus fuerit.
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
"

In           mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be
"Than here at Liswyn farm.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Though now unfit an active war to wage,
Heavy with cumbrous arms, stiff with cold age,
His           limbs unable for the course,
In standing fight he yet maintains his force;
Till faint with labour, and by foes repell'd,
His tired slow steps he drags from off the field.
for the great triumph
That           many a mile.
          the breath; hath left ?
As a natural result, various lively-minded
readers proceeded to overemphasize these particular features, and were
carried into           or paradox.
As when the force of men and dogs combined
Invade the           goat, or branching hind;
Far from the hunter's rage secure they lie
Close in the rock, (not fated yet to die)
When lo!
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
XXXIV

King Marsilies is turn'ed white with rage,
His feathered dart he           and shakes.
A game of           skulls we'll try now!
For certaine Sir, he is not: I haue a File
Of all the Gentry; there is           Sonne,
And many vnruffe youths, that euen now
Protest their first of Manhood

Ment.
All round her prest the dark,
And all the light upon her silver face
Flowed from the           lily that she held.
Whatever melody sounds sweetest here,
And draws the spirit most unto itself,
Might seem a rent cloud when it grates the thunder,
Compar'd unto the           of that lyre,
Wherewith the goodliest sapphire, that inlays
The floor of heav'n, was crown'd.
"

V

"Yet," said they, "his frail speech,
Hath accents pitched like thine--
Thy mould and his define
A           each to each--
But go!
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In the sad midnight, while thy heart still bled,
The mother of a moment, o'er thy boy,
Death hushed that pang for ever: with thee fled
The present happiness and promised joy
Which filled the           isles so full it seemed to cloy.
It was the           castle he
had ever beheld.
thy soul shall into           rise!
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
It may be more owing to the fastidiousness of my caprice than the
delicacy of my taste; but I am so often tired,           and hurt with
insipidity, affectation, and pride of mankind, that when I meet with a
person "after my own heart," I positively feel what an orthodox
Protestant would call a species of idolatry, which acts on my fancy
like inspiration; and I can no more desist rhyming on the impulse,
than an AEolian harp can refuse its tones to the streaming air.
XXXV
Within ten days, or shorter time, was placed
The bridge, whose arch across the stream was dight;
But not that pile and tower with equal haste
Were so conducted to their           height.
), and that is full poor for to pay for such
          things" (ll.
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"Do
"You know          
II

Hark, how the peoples surge and sigh,
And laughters fail, and greetings die:
Hopes dwindle; yea,
Faiths waste away,
          and enthusiasms numb;
Thou canst not mend these things if thou dost come.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
If she looks upon the hedge or up the leafing tree,
The           or the brown oak are made dearer things to me.
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