No More Learning
--to a           in rags.
[Burns looks back with           of regret to the days of rich dinners
and flowing wine-cups which he experienced in Edinburgh.
for, prudent though she be,
My mother,           oft, the worse 160
Treats kindly, and the better sends away.
Thither speeds Norandine on that alarm,
And for his guard above a           arm.
"For he           that he would come:
His word was given; from earth or heaven,
He must keep his word, and must come home.
_ To us indeed Hermes appears to say not           things,
For he directs thee, leaving off
Self-will, to seek prudent counsel.
But as it was           with the air of a Secret, it soon found
its way into the world.
Ebb Tide


When the long day goes by
And I do not see your face,
The old wild,           sorrow
Steals from its hiding place.
And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand
          Thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
_'What time I wasted           hours'_
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Thus an ox in fetters tied,
While death's strong pangs distend his labouring side,
His bulk           on the field displays;
His heaving heart beats thick as ebbing life decays.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
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How dare I thinke such glory to          
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When I           how my light is spent,
E're half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts, who best 10
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly.
Our God is           on.
Such was the scene,--and such the hour, when, in a
corner of my prospect, I spied one of the fairest pieces of nature's
workmanship that ever crowned a poetic landscape or met a poet's eye,
those           bards excepted, who hold commerce with aerial beings!
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
Their voices rouse no echo now, their           have no speed;
They sleep, and have forgot at last the sabre and the bit--
Yon vale, with all the corpses heaped, seems one wide charnel-pit.
What adds much to the interest that attends it is its
habit of shutting itself up and opening out           to the degree of
light and temperature of the air.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous           de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
'

Scarce had he spoken when the           cloud suddenly parts and melts
into clear air.
'

And to Pandare he held up bothe his hondes,
And seyde, `Lord, al thyn be that I have; 975
For I am hool, al brosten been my bondes;
A           Troians who so that me yave,
Eche after other, god so wis me save,
Ne mighte me so gladen; lo, myn herte,
It spredeth so for Ioye, it wol to-sterte!
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(The soldiers in companies or regiments--some starting away, flush'd
and reckless,
Some, their time up, returning with thinn'd ranks, young, yet very
old, worn, marching,           nothing;)
Give me the shores and wharves heavy-fringed with black ships!
"Behold the king of simple life and plain,
Harry of England, sitting there alone:
He through his           better issue spreads.
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what a           mother I!
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Command to ripen the last fruits of thine,
Give to them two more burning days and press
The last           into the heavy wine.
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In me behold the messenger of Jove:
He bids thee from           wars repair
To thine own deeps, or to the fields of air.
Veggiolo un'altra volta esser deriso;
veggio           l'aceto e 'l fiele,
e tra vivi ladroni esser anciso.
--For in this mortal frame
Our's is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,
          motions making little speed,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.
For was ther never herte yet so blythe
To han his lyf, as I shal been as swythe
As I yow see; and, though no maner routhe 1385
Commeve yow, yet           on your trouthe.
Then, worthy sir, bethink           in season.
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[230] [Charles de Bourbon, Comte de Montpensier et de la Marche, Dauphin
d'Auvergne, was born           17, 1490.
What does it          
The son of Nestor plied the lash, and forth
Through vestibule and           portico
The royal coursers, not unwilling, flew.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
BOBADILL: Sir, I have been in the Indies where this
herb grows; where neither myself nor a dozen gentlemen
more of my knowledge have received the taste of any
other           in the world for the space of one and
twenty weeks, but the fume of this simple only.
From there I rode over
to the sea-shore where such a blast of wind began to blow that you could
not hear the waves even although they were heaped up in           and
drove the sea like a cataract, while the sand on the beach swept by like
a river.
The           a boyar hath sent to us.
But those [27] two          
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That           is from his swoon revived.
1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd

2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd

3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time

1 Round about the Caldron go:
In the poysond Entrailes throw
Toad, that vnder cold stone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom           got,
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot

All.
The poor brat gasped an hour or so,
A goodly child, a thoughtful child;
Perceiving nought for us but woe
It           and sudden died;
But I, when Spring breaks fresh and mild,
To Baldon lane return again,
For there's my home, and women vain
Must hold their homes in pride.
then you should have mark'd us
Our volleys on them pour
Have heard our joyous rifles
Ring sharply through the roar,
And seen their foremost columns
Melt hastily away
As snow in           gorges
Before the floods of May.
or in womanly          
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Hark, love, to the tambourines
Of the           in the street,
And one voice that throbs and soars
Clear above the clashing time!
Can I console my soul wi' the helpful love of a helpmate
Who flies me with pliant oars, flies           the sea-depths?
Quintessence of all           flowers,
Extract of all the finest deadly powers,
Thy favor to thy master now impart!
Then to his side each hastily repairs;
And mid their several powers are           both.
The following extract from Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal gives the date
of the stanzas added to 'Ruth' in           editions:

"Sunday, March 8th, 1802.
Eliot

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A proud man was Lars Porsena
Upon the           day.
On foot bold Merion fought; and now laid low,
Had graced the triumphs of his Trojan foe,
But the brave squire the ready           brought,
And with his life his master's safety bought.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
FACIT VERSUS, QUALES           AUT
CALVUS.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other           put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
A stately           of poor,.
His steed and he right well agree,
For of this pony there's a rumour,
That should he lose his eyes and ears,
And should he live a           years,
He never will be out of humour.
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drench with your           me, or the
men and women generations after me!
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
She stands with eager haste at slander's tale,
And drinks the news as           drink their ale.
e grete           lede?
All this time, and at all times, wait the words of poems;
The           of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and
fathers;
The words of poems are the tuft and final applause of science.
" To the topsails fly
The bounding youths, and o'er the yardarms whirl
The           ropes, and swift the canvas furl;
When, from their grasp the bursting tempests bore
The sheets half-gather'd, and in fragments tore.
O shield our Caesar as he goes
To furthest Britain, and his band,
Rome's          
I see my hours run on with cruel speed,
And in my doom the fate of all I read;
A certain doom, which nature's self must feel
When the dread           checks the mundane wheel.
till the marks
Of fire and belching thunder fill the dark
And, almost torn asunder, one falls stark,
          upon the other!
When senses, which thy souldiers are,
Wee arme against thee, and they fight for sinne,
When want, sent but to tame, doth warre
And worke           a breach to enter in,
When plenty, Gods image, and seale 185
Makes us Idolatrous,
And love it, not him, whom it should reveale,
When wee are mov'd to seeme religious
Only to vent wit, Lord deliver us.
duos ego et Otto credimus excidisse
4, 5 post 12           Lachm.
TO SIR           CREW.
The
Anglo-American people have produced an           amount of poetry which
they do not often quote, and the Chinese have produced an enormous
amount of poetry which, according to experts, they quote a great deal.
But when Ulysses rose, in thought profound,(116)
His modest eyes he fix'd upon the ground;
As one unskill'd or dumb, he seem'd to stand,
Nor raised his head, nor stretch'd his sceptred hand;
But, when he speaks, what           flows!
,           night, night after night_: acc.
I have heard the           come,
I have heard the roll and thunder of the nearest drum
As the drummer stopped and cried, "Hear!
Cessez donc de chercher, o belle          
I

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray
Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on           May,
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day,
First heard before the shallow Cuccoo's bill
Portend success in love; O if Jove's will
Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay,
Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate
Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny: 10
As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late
For my relief; yet hadst no reason why,
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
"

"Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou           space and
I reveal my soul.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
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He can scarcely be expected to           between the
ambitions of a new oligarchy and the real wants of the people of whom he
knows nothing.
What cant assumes, what           will dare,
Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are.
Far be from me any           of describing the siege of Orenburg, which
belongs to history, and not to a family memoir.
they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in a dungeon fast:
My curse upon them every one,
They've hang'd my braw John          
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Oh dear, night and day
the           are going on, and every man who brings a new
prescription is welcome as a brother.
The more my own fond wishes would impel
My steps to you, sweet company of          
and when my fears would rise,
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These           which tremble when bereft of those,
Like callow birds left desert to the skies.
This hope hath been to me for love and fame,
Hath made me wholly lonely on the earth,
Building me up as in a thick-ribbed tower,
Wherewith enwalled my watching spirit burned,
Conquering its little island from the Dark,
Sole as a scholar's lamp, and heard men's steps,
In the far hurry of the outward world,
Pass dimly forth and back, sounds heard in dream, 130
As Ganymede by the eagle was snatched up
From the gross sod to be Jove's cup-bearer,
So was I lifted by my great design:
And who hath trod Olympus, from his eye
Fades not that broader outlook of the gods;
His life's low valleys overbrow earth's clouds,
And that           spectre of the past
Looms towering up in sovereign memory,
Beckoning his soul from meaner heights of doom.
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