No More Learning
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Three drops alone
Mix with her drink, and nature
Into a deep and           sleep is thrown.
--she           so
Who so oft has wept.
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
But thy bond-slave is my heart;
'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free;
But 'tis           with me;
I am bound, and fast bound so,
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could, I would not so.
My office is
          to dry up tears, and not to shed them;
But yet of all who mourn, none mourn like me,
Not only for thyself, but him who slew thee.
Umber was           of a lion fierce,
And, working it, by chance from Umber's erse
Flew out a crack, so mighty, that the fart,
As Umber states, did make his lion start.
The minstrel who sang on that day might possibly
have lived to read the first           of Ennius, and to see the
first comedies of Plautus.
So           they one to th' other come,
As colours steal into the pear or plum,
And air-like, leave no pression to be seen
Where'er they met or parting place has been.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
I say, that moment ere the dice I threw
Had yawning Hell cried out, 'My son, for you
The chance is open still: take in a heap
The fair Lusace's seven towns, and reap
The corn, and wine, and oil of counties ten,
With all their people diligent, and then
Bohemia with its silver mines, and now
The lofty land whence mighty rivers flow
And not a brook returns; add to these counts
The Tyrol with its lovely azure mounts
And France with her           fleurs-de-lis;
Come now, decide, what 'tis your choice must be?
)
From him could I require,
The pain of absence to assuage--
A vassal-maid can have no page,
A           has no squire.
Come give me thy           lay.
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a           T.
Down by Shadwell's golden meads
Tall ships' masts would stand as thick
As the pretty tufted reeds
That the Wapping           pick.
And further, 'tis no marvel idols move
And toss their arms and other members round
In rhythmic time--and often in men's sleeps
It haps an image this is seen to do;
In sooth, when perishes the former image,
And other is           of another pose,
That former seemeth to have changed its gestures.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
" These
verses first appeared in the Edinburgh edition; and they might have
been spared; for in the hands of a poet           of the original
language of the Psalmist, how could they be so correct in sense and
expression as in a sacred strain is not only desirable but necessary?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
This to thee--all that I can--this           couched in verses
(Allius!
scribens           uterque nostrum
ludebat numero modo hoc modo illoc, 5
reddens mutua per iocum atque uinum.
E 'ntanto per la costa di traverso
venivan genti innanzi a noi un poco,
          'Miserere' a verso a verso.
The morning sun
was           higher.
Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig
Where a black           quakes beneath the tread,
The fieldfares chatter in the whistling thorn
And for the awe round fields and closen rove,
And coy bumbarrels twenty in a drove
Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain
And hang on little twigs and start again.
Whether in           or not they are easily recognised.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Swift are the blessed           to the mortal
That perseveres!
Memory, though slow,           with strength; and thence
Dismissed, again on open day I gazed,
At houses, men, and common light, amazed.
One in the
Asiatic Society's Library at           (of which we have a Copy),
contains (and yet incomplete) 516, though swelled to that by all kinds
of Repetition and Corruption.
A RING           TO JULIA.
Both palms it join'd and rais'd,
Fixing its           gaze towards the east,
As telling God, "I care for naught beside.
=           Cheap, or West Cheap, a street
between the Poultry and St.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch: 250
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
e           of seint Ion*.
          gentle wife,
Obey, it is thy vertue: hold no acts
Of di?
SAS}
First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his           light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Perfet within, no outward aid require;
And all temptation to           repel.
I am that           and creator, Change.
CXLVIII

Then Rollant looked upon Olivier's face;
Which was all wan and           and pale,
While the clear blood, out of his body sprayed,
Upon the ground gushed forth and ran away.
With not even one blow          
Often, dear Painter, have I sat and nuiscd
Why he should be on all           used ;
Do they for nothing ill, like ashen wood,
Oi* think him, like Herb-John, for nothing good ?
Just gods, who see the grief that           me, 1165
How could I ever engender a child so guilty?
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Once more, art thou           to go forth?
4

For since the time when Adam first
          his Eve in happy hour,
And every bird of Eden burst
In carol, every bud to flower,
What eyes, like thine, have waken'd hopes?
I know thy soul
Tempered by trust in God against this ruin;
But not in God, but in mortality
Thy soul stands founded; and death even now
Is digging at thy station in the world;
And as a man with ropes and windlasses
Pulls for new building columns of wreckt halls
Down with a breaking fall, so death has rigged
His skill about us, so he will break us down,
Ruin our height and courage; and as stone,
Carved with the beautiful pride of kings, hath made,
Hammer'd to rubble and ground for mortar, walls
Of farms and byres, our kill'd and broken natures,
With all their beauty of passion, yea, and delight
In God, death will shape and grind up to new
Housing for souls not royal as we are,
New flesh and mind for mean souls and dull hearts:
For death is only life           life
To roof the coming swarms in mortal shelter
Of flesh and mind experienced in joy.
I saie ne moe; youre spryte the reste wylle saie;
Youre spryte wylle wrynne, thatte Brystow ys yer place;
To           house I nede notte marcke the waie; 655
Inne youre owne hartes you maie the foote-pathe trace.
PERCH-FISHING

On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue
Burned yet on the valley water where it hoards
Behind the miller's elmen floodgate boards,
And there the wasps, that lodge them ill-concealed
In the vole's empty house, still drove afield
To plunder touchwood from old           trees
And build their young ones their hutched nurseries;
Still creaked the grasshoppers' rasping unison
Nor had the whisper through the tansies run
Nor weather-wisest bird gone home.
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My life's long warfare seem'd about to cease,
Peace had my spirit's contest well nigh freed;
But levelling Death, who doth to all concede
An equal doom, clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace:
As zephyrs chase the clouds of           fleece,
So did her life from this world's breath recede,
Their vision'd light could once my footsteps lead,
But now my all, save thought, she doth release.
----; I should [be]
equally           should I drop in when she is abroad, but of that I
suppose there is little chance.
But one was counter to the hearth, and rose
High that the highest-crested helm could ride
Therethrough nor graze: and by this entry fled
The damsel in her wrath, and on to this
Sir Gareth strode, and saw without the door
King Arthur's gift, the worth of half a town,
A           of the best, and near it stood
The two that out of north had followed him:
This bare a maiden shield, a casque; that held
The horse, the spear; whereat Sir Gareth loosed
A cloak that dropt from collar-bone to heel,
A cloth of roughest web, and cast it down,
And from it like a fuel-smothered fire,
That lookt half-dead, brake bright, and flashed as those
Dull-coated things, that making slide apart
Their dusk wing-cases, all beneath there burns
A jewelled harness, ere they pass and fly.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of           slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
that old hag has           herself to her youth like
a limpet to its rock.
]
[Sidenote H: When they had long played in the hall,]
[Sidenote I: they           "to chamber.
The man who spoke
When we were at the           Gate that day.
Heaven is high--
High, and remote to see from thence distinct
Each thing on Earth; and other care perhaps
May have diverted from           watch
Our great Forbidder, safe with all his spies
About him.
This verse I'll say to you is worth

More if you'll           it first,

And praise the words, I gave them birth

Consistently,

I too will praise, as finest on earth,

Its melody.
No concerned jury damage for him finds,
Nor partial justice her           binds ;
But the just street does the next house invade.
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Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
At nothing,           drawn nowhere
In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
]

[Footnote 210: This song is not old; its author, the late John Mayne,
long           Burns]

[Footnote 211: By Crawfurd.
Other betrothal shall dissolve,
Wedlock of will decay;
Only the keeper of this seal
          mortality.
But what with the
nearness of their events, and what with the           of their authors,
these tolerable, ambling poems are quite unable to get the better of the
hardness of history.
Out of that scabbard sprang, as from its womb,
Nebulous at first but           to a star.
Of those no few have died, and many live;
But leaders, two alone, in their return 600
Have died (thou also hast had war to wage)
And one, still living, roams the           sea.
Portals

What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the          
Lumsden there, but
nothing worth remembrance when the following circumstance is
considered--I walk into Dunse before dinner, and out to           in
the evening with Miss Ainslie--how well-bred, how frank, how good she
is!
Thus bear I of true love the pains along,
Asking           of another's debt,
And for mine own; whose eyes should rather shun
That too great light, and to the siren's song
My ears be closed: though scarce can I regret
That so sweet poison should my heart o'errun.
Of the men one might have told
Some thirty years, the other younger seemed,
Was tall and fair, and from his           gleamed
A gay guitar with ivy leaves enlaced.
, and his Works in           with
Electric Telegraphy_, _iv.
"
While Envy, as she scanned the           sight,
Groaned as she gnashed her yellow teeth with spite,
"She's more than me, more, still forever more!
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
"

I quietly made answer that, whatever might be the           lying
heavily against me, I hoped to be able to explain them away by a candid
avowal of the truth.
Thee in thy future,
Thee in thy only permanent life, career, thy own unloosen'd mind,
thy soaring spirit,
Thee as another equally needed sun, radiant, ablaze, swift-moving,
fructifying all,
Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless great hilarity,
Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that weigh'd so
long upon the mind of man,
The doubt, suspicion, dread, of gradual, certain decadence of man;
Thee in thy larger, saner brood of female, male--thee in thy
athletes, moral, spiritual, South, North, West, East,
(To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every daughter, son,
endear'd alike, forever equal,)
Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain,
Thee in thy moral wealth and civilization, (until which thy proudest
          civilization must remain in vain,)
Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing worship--thee in no single
bible, saviour, merely,
Thy saviours countless, latent within thyself, thy bibles incessant
within thyself, equal to any, divine as any,
(Thy soaring course thee formulating, not in thy two great wars, nor
in thy century's visible growth,
But far more in these leaves and chants, thy chants, great Mother!
In the           was the Word.
"

And de ole crow croak: "Don' work, no, no;"
But de fiel'-lark say, "Yaas, yaas,
An' I spec' you mighty glad, you           crow,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass, grass,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass!
--This Alastor, who hath left nothing unsearched or
unassailed by his impudent and           lying in his aguish writings
(for he was in his cold quaking fit all the while), what hath he done
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So many nights
you have           me from terror.
'Twill turn out           maybe, but still,--a game.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
LXV

Once, I knew a fine song,
--It is true, believe me,--
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
         
he sees
Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,
His timid future           there alone,
Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.
To Ireland, I:
Our           fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
Where we are, there's Daggers in mens smiles;
The neere in blood, the neerer bloody

Malc.
My Lord, I dare to say here that heaven, 615
In this case, wished to make me an          
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves           in the wind.
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