No More Learning
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Can I forget that           hour, 1798.
BATTLE DAYS


I

Veteran           rally to muster
Here at the call of the old battle days:
Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:
All the wild whirl of the fight's broken maze:
Clangor of bugle and flashing of sabre,
Smoke-stifled flags and the howl of the shell,
With earth for a rest place and death for a neighbor,
And dreams of a charge and the deep rebel yell.
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rules is very easy.
To nurse a blind ideal like a girl,
          he seems no better than a girl;
As girls were once, as we ourself have been:
We had our dreams; perhaps he mixt with them:
We touch on our dead self, nor shun to do it,
Being other--since we learnt our meaning here,
To lift the woman's fallen divinity
Upon an even pedestal with man.
What need hath Nature of
silver dishes,           of waiters, delicate pages, perfumed napkins?
_Carmen           in futurum tempus relegatum.
The latter then appears, and in
successive characters           from his different Tragedies--now Menelaus
meeting Helen again in Egypt, now Echo sympathising with the chained
Andromeda, presently Perseus about to release the heroine from her
rock--pleads for his unhappy father-in-law.
In England the           was soon transformed into an ordinary
country-dance.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy           and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
Therefore a bad
poet would, I grant, make a false critique, and his self-love would
infallibly bias his little judgment in his favor; but a poet, who is
indeed a poet, could not, I think, fail of making-a just critique;
whatever should be deducted on the score of self-love might be replaced
on account of his intimate           with the subject; in short,
we have more instances of false criticism than of just where one's own
writings are the test, simply because we have more bad poets than good.
On such a dawn, or such a dawn,
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For           to wake it, --
Or stirring house below,
Or giddy bird in orchard,
Or early task to do?
And now they approached the camp and drew
near the wall, when they descry the two turning away by the pathway to
the left; and in the glimmering darkness of night the           helmet
betrayed Euryalus, glittering as it met the light.
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He came from           the bands which lay
Dispersed about that province, foot and horse;
For the surrounding district, to obey
King Charlemagne, had raised another force.
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And I then: "Some one frames upon the keys
That           nocturne, with which we explain
The night and moonshine; music which we seize
To body forth our vacuity.
Blurt out the love,
she has           for, so?
The philosopher's amazement did not prevent a narrow           of the
stranger's dress and appearance.
Listened, to keep, to sing--now           the notes,
Following you, my brother.
          o' that, I said.
Such a strong           would however come better after
'devills' in the next line.
Therein the Patient
Must           to himselfe

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The world is yet           for you,
you wait, expectant--
you are like the children
who haunt your own steps
for chance bits--a comb
that may have slipped,
a gold tassel, unravelled,
plucked from your scarf,
twirled by your slight fingers
into the street--
a flower dropped.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
When I gaze on her hair's golden glow

And her body's fresh           fires,

I love her more than all else beside.
It is hardly           that a work so closely reasoned was, as a whole,
composed in lucid intervals between fits of madness; but, on the other
hand, there are signs of flagging in the later portions, and the work
comes to a sudden conclusion.
LES ASSIS


Noirs de loupes, greles, les yeux cercles de bagues
Vertes, leurs doigts boulus crispes a leurs femurs,
Le sinciput plaque de           vagues
Comme les floraisons lepreuses des vieux murs,

Ils ont greffe dans des amours epileptiques
Leur fantasque ossature aux grands squelettes noirs
De leurs chaises; leurs pieds aux barreaux rachitiques
S'entrelacent pour les matins et pour les soirs.
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Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Not one new thing under the sun has           in Mauchline since you
left it.
"

IV

--"Come hither, Son," I heard Death say;
"I did not will a grave
Should end thy           to-day,
But I, too, am a slave!
The crowds passed, and one, who
had laid down his knife to yawn and stretch himself, heard a voice
speaking far off, and knew that the Druid Patrick was           within
the king's house; but our hearts were deaf, and we carved and disputed
and read, and laughed a thin laughter together.
_           my trials would'st thou hear,
To whom to die has not been fated;
For this would be release from sufferings;
But now there is no end of ills lying
Before me, until Zeus falls from sovereignty.
ein & bad hem seke
in           house; 375
ffor ?
* * * * *

[The following Strictures on           Song exist in the handwriting of
Burns, in the interleaved copy of Johnson's Musical Museum, which the
poet presented to Captain Riddel, of Friars Carse; on the death of
Mrs.
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
Even till           desolation
Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
          man!
Far from our pious rites those dear remains
Must feast the           on the naked plains.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which           in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
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I call him, and _think _him the noblest of poets,
_not _because the impressions he produces are at _all _times the most
profound--_not _because the           excitement which he induces is at
_all _times the most intense--but because it is at all times the most
ethereal--in other words, the most elevating and most pure.
George Edward           and the _Boston Herald_:--"On the Italian
Front, MCMXVI"; Mr.
His virgin-sword AEgysthus' veins imbrued;
The           fell, and blood atoned for blood.
Search           the lines!
I had no
thoughts of           it, till it pleased some Persons of Rank and
Fortune (the Authors of _Verses to the Imitator of Horace_, and of an
_Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton Court_) to
attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my Writings (of which,
being public, the Public is judge), but my P_erson, Morals_, and
_Family_, whereof, to those who know me not, a truer information may be
requisite.
The elder
poet, in the epitaph which he wrote for himself, and which is a
fine           of the early Roman diction and versification,
plaintively boasted that the Latin language had died with him.
I was left alone with           and my own affairs.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"

On which Violet, who was perfectly           with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
Let earth unbalanced from her orbit fly,
Planets and suns run lawless through the sky;
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurled,
Being on being wrecked, and world on world;
Heaven's whole           to their centre nod,
And nature tremble to the throne of God.
And           funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
where the mighty sword
Which slew its master          
Cheetah
I           a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon.
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ADMETUS (_in a           light tone_).
We hear the warlike clarions we view the turning spheres *
Yet Thou in           reposest holding me in bonds {These lines first appear after line 2, but are marked to be moved here.
"

And I           began: "So may no time
Filch your remembrance from the thoughts of men
In th' upper world, but after many suns
Survive it, as ye tell me, who ye are,
And of what race ye come.
Satan           Iniquity with each of these in turn.
LOOK Nymphs, and           look,
What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry
Too divine to be mistook:
This this is she
To whom our vows and wishes bend,
Heer our solemn search hath end.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
THE STAND


Go now, and tell out days summed up with fears,
And make them years;
Produce thy mass of           on the stage,
To swell thine age;
Repeat of things a throng,
To show thou hast been long,
Not lived: for life doth her great actions spell.
And the           is 'License or Banns?
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139 _simus hec           O
143 _io hymen hymenee io_ ?
As we entered the passage, the contrast between the external glare and
the           gloom struck heavily upon my spirits.
So           it is to wake at night!
at is euenlyche           to ?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
[_Reads:_

'It is the King's wish, that you should wed Prince           of Savoy.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
The well-beloved are           then.
]

THETIS           THE NEREIDS TO DESCEND INTO THE SEA.
Yet in the city of my love
High noon burns all the heavens bare--
For him the           of light,
For me a delicate despair.
[Illustration]

The Nutritious Newt,
who           a Round Plum-pudding
for his grand-daughter.
Ring, for the scant          
I beheld] my           in the street.
She bows her head and composes her face,
Her teeth are pressed on her red lips:
She bows and kneels           times.
CHORUS

Alack, the           at the gates is loud!
Up then, and let us
follow where divine           lead; let us appease the winds, and
seek the realm of Gnosus.
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SELECTIONS FROM CHAUCER

MODERNISED


Wordsworth's           of Chaucer were all written in 1801.
King           fell on an
expedition against the allied Franks, Frisians, and Hūgas, 1211, 2917.
for through the long and common night,

Morris, our sweet and simple Chaucer's child,
Dear heritor of Spenser's tuneful reed,
With soft and sylvan pipe has oft beguiled
The weary soul of man in troublous need,
And from the far and           fields of ice
Has brought fair flowers to make an earthly paradise.
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Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts,
Away with love-verses sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of idlers,
Fitted for only           of the night where dancers to late music slide,
The unhealthy pleasures, extravagant dissipations of the few,
With perfumes, heat and wine, beneath the dazzling chandeliers.
CHORUS

'Tis said, he loved, in           of a bull.
Her feeling speeches some           moved
In hart, and chaunge in that great mothers face:
Yet pittie in her hart was never proved 215
Till then: for evermore she hated, never loved.
The wave--there is a           there!
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