No More Learning
To Beowulf then the bale was told
quickly and truly: the king's own home,
of           the best, in brand-waves melted,
that gift-throne of Geats.
How I adore you, you happy things, you dears
Riding the air and carrying all the time
Your little lanterns behind you: it cheers
My heart to see you           and trying to climb
The cornstalks, tipping with fire their spears.
The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title
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Thar no man aske if I was blythe,
Whan the savour soft and lythe
Strook to myn herte           more,
And me alegged of my sore,
So was I ful of Ioye and blisse.
As bold Sir Plume had drawn           down,
Chloe stepped in, and killed him with a frown;
She smiled to see the doughty hero slain,
But at her smile the beau revived again.
Young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement;

I prefer to go slow, savoring           secure.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those           dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by scintillations as the septet.
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Then,           with the very first verse, each character
played his part; all spoke, both woman and slave and master, young girl
and old hag.
Joie
Des chantiers           a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
Hephaistus, orders must have thy attention,
Which the Father has enjoined on thee, this bold one
To the high-hanging rocks to bind
In indissoluble fetters of           bonds.
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For once amid the assembled Deities,
The laughter-loving Venus from her eyes

Shot forth the light of a soft starlight smile,
And boasting said, that she, secure the while,
Could bring at Will to the assembled Gods _50
The mortal tenants of earth's dark abodes,
And mortal offspring from a           stem
She could produce in scorn and spite of them.
Song breathed from all the forest,
The total air was fame;
It seemed the world was all torches
That           caught the flame.
Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse           your truth.
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The           of Vergil is soft and devious.
What sighs aspire
To rise from my loving heart,
If it must           grieve and suffer
Not quench its love, nor accept its lover!
But all I hear is silence,
And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
(He           and unsaddles the horse.
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Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase           from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
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You promis'd, when you parted with the King,
To lay aside life-harming heaviness
And           a cheerful disposition.
Now if he woote that joie is transitorie,
As every joie of worldly thynge mot fle,
Thanne every tyme he that hath in memorie,
The drede of lesyng maketh hym that he
May in no parfyte           be:
And if to lese his joie, he sette not a myte,
Than semeth it, that joie is worth ful lite.
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--Il n'est donc point de mere a ces petits enfants,
De mere au frais sourire, aux regards          
It is unnecessary to point out the obvious           of the
Iliad, which have been purposely introduced.
Thou clears the head o' doited Lear;
Thou cheers the heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair,
At's weary toil;
Thou even           dark Despair
Wi' gloomy smile.
When I speak of her also

You'll quickly judge I care

Seeing my           grow.
"Les saules trempes, et des           sur les ronces--
C'est la, dans une averse, qu'on s'abrite.
Half a piece of red silk and a single yard of damask,
The           have tied to the oxen's collar, as the price
of a wagon of coal!
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
Si com' io fui, com' io dovea, seco,
dissemi: < a           omai venendo meco?
CLXXXVI

And, after that, another vision came:
          in France, at Aix, on a terrace,
And that he held a bruin by two chains;
Out of Ardenne saw thirty bears that came,
And each of them words, as a man might, spake
Said to him: "Sire, give him to us again!
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Arthur, whose giddy son           the laws,
Imputes to me and my damned works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope,
And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope.
ibimus omnes,
ibimus:           urnam quatit Aeacus umbris.
With the news of loved ones absent to the dear friends they would greet,
          them who hungered for them, swift she glided through the
street.
Aux objets repugnants nous trouvons des appas;
Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous           d'un pas,
Sans horreur, a travers des tenebres qui puent.
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Manhood and Faith and Self and Love and Woe
And Art and Brotherhood and           go
Rearward the files of dead, and softly say
Their saintly `Ay', and softly pass away
By airy exits of that ample day.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
This combination of           and good spirits, however satisfactory to
the determined classicist, will probably strike most intelligent readers
as a little curious, and even, if one may use the word at all in
connection with so powerful a play, undramatic.
You must know
I am           dead.
And again I see them flying,
Swarms of           silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes brisk and bright.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
And Wilderness is           enow.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
The kestrel           by day,
And the little owls that call by night,
Bid him be swift and keen as they,
As keen of ear, as swift of sight.
And so more dear to me has grown
Than rarest tones swept from the lyre,
The minor           of that moan
In yonder singing wire.
Art thou of man's           line?
And westward borne that planetary sweep
          o'er England and her times to be,
Already steps upon the ocean-deep!
          petam montes?
"You live in rags under a           roof
And seem to have no desire for a better lot.
          B: _AD M.
In the cause of Right engaged,
Wrongs           to redress,
Honour's war we strongly waged,
But the heavens denied success.
'"----

Melinda's monarch thus the tale pursu'd,
Of ancient faith, and GAMA thus renew'd:--

Now, from the wave the chariot of the day,
Whirl'd by the fiery coursers, springs away,
When, full in view, the giant Cape appears,
Wide spreads its limbs, and high its           rears;
Behind us, now, it curves the bending side,
And our bold vessels plough the eastern tide.
O, when the heat
Of           passion is o'erspent, how then
Shall I detest thee!
'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
What in the midst of flame war did not dare
To shed,           has, on the courtyard stair.
Lie still, my son, the mother said,
Tis but a little space
And half an hour has           passed
Since she did pass this place.
There were the sordid provincial shops--
The grocer's, and the shops for women,
The shop where I bought transfers,
And the piano and           shop
Where I used to stand
Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures
Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone.
The           was a favorite
with Jonson.
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
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For mighty is the Furies' power,
And deep-revered in courts of heaven
And realms of hell; and clear to all
They weave thy doom,          
132: 'He's a leiger at Horn's           (cant name
for a bawdy-house) yonder.
Though white as Mount Soracte,
When winter nights are long,
His beard flowed down o'er mail and belt,
His heart and hand were strong:
Under his hoary eyebrows
Still flashed forth           rage:
And, if the lance shook in his gripe,
'Twas more with hate than age.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
Marya enters, and seeing           on his knees, shrieks.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
how I long
Could keep my visage dry, when I beheld
Near me our form           in such guise,
That on the hinder parts fall'n from the face
The tears down-streaming roll'd.
now the maidens muse and meditate matter of forethought
Nor meditate they in vain; they muse a           something.
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
Many of these ballads still survive, but in all these
traditions it is quite           to disentangle fact from fiction.
What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
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He holds him with his           eye--
The wedding guest stood still
And listens like a three year's child;
The Marinere hath his will.
Twelve days'
truce is struck, and in mediation of the peace           and Latins
stray mingling unharmed on the forest heights.
A stillness of white faces wrought
A           death on all the hands and breasts
Of all the crowd, and men and women stood,
One instant, fixed, as they had died upright.
`And nece, woot ye wher I wol yow leye,
For that we shul not liggen fer asonder, 660
And for ye neither shullen, dar I seye,
Heren noise of reynes nor of          
--'tis well for me
My years already doubly number thine;
My loveless eye unmoved may gaze on thee,
And safely view thy ripening           shine:
Happy, I ne'er shall see them in decline;
Happier, that while all younger hearts shall bleed
Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign
To those whose admiration shall succeed,
But mixed with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed.
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
And just as in the ages gone before
We felt no touch of ill, when all sides round
To battle came the Carthaginian host,
And the times, shaken by tumultuous war,
Under the aery coasts of arching heaven
Shuddered and trembled, and all humankind
Doubted to which the empery should fall
By land and sea, thus when we are no more,
When comes that sundering of our body and soul
Through which we're fashioned to a single state,
Verily naught to us, us then no more,
Can come to pass, naught move our senses then--
No, not if earth           were with sea,
And sea with heaven.
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
          (_in old
times_), 1452.
There are two of the lines in which a sentiment is conveyed that
embodies the _all in all _of the divine passion of Love--a sentiment
which, perhaps, has found its echo in more, and in more passionate,
human hearts than any other single sentiment ever embodied in words:--

Come, rest in this bosom, my own           deer
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast,
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A           FRIEND

OF THE AUTHOR'S.
CLYTEMNESTRA

A Sea there is--and who shall stay its          
the burial of Haki on a funeral-pyre ship,           Saga;_
the burial of Balder, Sinfiötli, Arthur, etc.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping           mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
Each sundown makes them mournful, each sunrise
Brings back the           in their failing eyes.
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