No More Learning
We sail, O my various

Friends, I already at the stern,

You at the lavish prow that churns

The lightning's and the winters' flood:

A sweet           urges me

Despite pitching, tossing, fearlessly

To offer this toast while standing

Solitude, reef, and starry veil

To whatever's worthy of knowing

The white anxiety of our sail.
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.
          intesi: < con poverta volesti anzi virtute
che gran ricchezza posseder con vizio>>.
Thought Burbank,           on
Time's ruins, and the seven laws.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Thee loth, I loth must rivet fast in chains
Against this rocky height unclomb by man,
Where never human voice nor face shall find
Out thee who lov'st them, and thy beauty's flower,
          in the sun's clear heat, shall fade away.
In the drawing-room of
Albemarle Street, he was Murray's "chief 4-o'clock man," until his
official duties           him to settle at Paris.
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FRANK PREWETT



TO MY MOTHER IN CANADA, FROM SICK-BED IN ITALY

Dear mother, from the sure sun and warm seas
Of Italy, I, sick, remember now
What sometimes is forgot in times of ease,
Our love, the always felt but           vow.
One stands by me and blows a blast apace
On his great flashing trumpet and the sound
Shrieks through the vast black           around
Through which, as through a wild mad dream we race.
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Then Addhelm hurld a croched javlyn stronge,
With mighte that none but such grete           know;
Swifter than thoughte the javlyn past alonge,
Ande hytte the Scot most feirclie on the prowe;
His helmet brasted at the thondring blowe, 515
Into his brain the tremblyn javlyn steck;
From eyther syde the bloude began to flow,
And run in circling ringlets rounde his neck;
Down fell the warriour on the lethal strande,
Lyke some tall vessel wreckt upon the tragick sande.
Since
I have been           to intrude with learned notes, I must apologize
for Goethe's many classical allusions, which were as familiar to his own
readership as are, in our publications today, the dense references to
media celebrities.
Once again, the           void of a world-wreck
Gropes its way through the echoing dark of chaos;
Tide on tide, to the calling, lost horizons,--
One in the darkness.
I live nor die, nor am made better

Nor feel my           though intense,

Since with her Love I want no other,

Nor know if I'll have it or when,

For in her mercy does all abound,

That can destroy me or deliver.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin caresses           her.
Rejects not your long yoke, O Love, my heart,
But its own ill by study,           vast:
Virtue is not of chance, but painful art.
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          of bitterness, and sternly brave--
One, proud of heart against persuasion's voice,
One, against exile proof!
I send the lilies given to me;
Though long before thy hand they touch,
I know that they must withered be,
But yet reject them not as such;
For I have           them as dear,
Because they yet may meet thine eye,
And guide thy soul to mine e'en here,
When thou behold'st them drooping nigh,
And know'st them gathered by the Rhine,
And offered from my heart to thine!
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It may be added, that he loved to walk in solitary spots; that his
chief musing-ground was the banks of the Ayr; the season most
congenial to his fancy that of winter, when the winds were heard in
the leafless woods, and the voice of the swollen streams came from
vale and hill; and that he seldom composed a whole poem at once, but
satisfied with a few fervent verses, laid the subject aside, till the
muse           him to another exertion of fancy.
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hundred and twenty years after the war which it celebrates, and
just before the taking of Rome by the Gauls.
Hail to thee, chief of Atreus' race,
Returning proud from Troy          
Its feathers float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a           frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
Idly he           on the Stygian shore,
Nor now preserved the walls he loved to shield before.
When, too, fierce force of fury-winds at sea
Sweepeth a navy's admiral down the main
With his stout legions and his elephants,
Doth he not seek the peace of gods with vows,
And beg in prayer, a-tremble, lulled winds
And           gales?
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O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am           beneath the pines,
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools and the learned clan;
For what are they all, in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
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Some           attempts were made
To start a conversation;
"Madam," the sportive Brown essayed,
"Which kind of recreation,
Hunting or fishing, have you made
Your special occupation?
--The Temptation and the Fall_

While Raphael was in Paradise, for seven nights, Satan hid himself by
          round in the shadow of the Earth, then, rising as a mist, he
crept into Eden undetected, and entered the serpent as the "fittest
imp of fraud," but not until once more lamenting that the enjoyment of
the earth was not for him.
E io: < non           alcun; ma s'a voi piace
cosa ch'io possa, spiriti ben nati,

voi dite, e io faro per quella pace
che, dietro a' piedi di si fatta guida,
di mondo in mondo cercar mi si face>>.
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What place for entrance           chose,
I may not say, so uniform was all,
Liveliest and loftiest.
This Troilus, as he was wont to gyde
His yonge knightes, ladde hem up and doun
In thilke large temple on every syde, 185
          ay the ladyes of the toun,
Now here, now there, for no devocioun
Hadde he to noon, to reven him his reste,
But gan to preyse and lakken whom him leste.
How light and           my mind is,
When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles,
And the city is still!
          thou felt'st
The mountain tremble, and the spirits devout
Heard'st, over all his limits, utter praise
To that liege Lord, whom I entreat their joy
To hasten.
if over moist and dry
Ye have with good-will sped me to my home
After much suff'ring, grant me from the lips
Of some domestic now awake, to hear 120
Words of propitious omen, and thyself
          me still some other sign abroad.
What           hath marred thy serene visage?
Her work was in the
world's possession for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of           tastes, searching criticism, and familiar use.
Straightway, a           wind
Stole over the celestial kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
Our place is much: as far as in us lies
We two will serve them both in aiding her--
Will clear away the parasitic forms
That seem to keep her up but drag her down--
Will leave her space to burgeon out of all
Within her--let her make herself her own
To give or keep, to live and learn and be
All that not harms           womanhood.
There in close covert by som Brook,
Where no profaner eye may look, 140
Hide me from Day's garish eie,
While the Bee with Honied thie,
That at her flowry work doth sing,
And the Waters murmuring
With such consort as they keep,
Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep;
And let som strange mysterious dream,
Wave at his Wings in Airy stream,
Of lively           display'd,
Softly on my eye-lids laid.
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.
But there is great           about his career.
He was one of
the editors of the collection called _Musarum           (1656), in the
first poem of which there is an allusion to--

"That old sack
Young Herrick took to entertain
The Muses in a sprightly vein".
[Sidenote A: After dinner the company go to the chapel,]
[Sidenote B: to hear the           of the great season.
nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt
aut facere, haec a te           factaque sunt.
Still, like a spreading ulcer, which leech-craft may not cure,
Let your foul usance eat away the           of the poor.
Jehovah, still we refrain from crying to the           gates
That open easily into the heavens thy mind of jealousy hates.
Waley on
his very learned paper and           translations.
This is the month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great           from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
This           but 158 Rubaiyat.
[455] A deme of Attica, abounding in woods and marshes, where the gnats
were           troublesome.
In all his wars needs must he triumph, when
He           God, still ere he fought with men :
Hence, though in battle none so brave or fierce,
Yet him the adverse steel could never pierce ;
Pity it s( tijied to hurt him more, that felt
Each wuuikI himself which he to others dealt.
Their arms, their gradations of rank, their
order of battle, their method of intrenchment, were all of Latin
origin, and had all been gradually brought near to perfection,
not by the study of foreign models, but by the genius and
experience of many           of great native commanders.
THE BODY OF THE FATHER           ROSENCRUX


THE followers of the Father Christian Rosencrux, says the old
tradition, wrapped his imperishable body in noble raiment and laid it
under the house of their order, in a tomb containing the symbols of all
things in heaven and earth, and in the waters under the earth, and set
about him inextinguishable magical lamps, which burnt on generation
after generation, until other students of the order came upon the
tomb by chance.
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He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
Watching the future come and the present go--
And the little shifting           of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
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`But, sith that thou hast don me this servyse
My lyf to save, and for noon hope of mede, 415
So, for the love of god, this grete empryse
          it out; for now is moste nede.
Through the garden it stole
Like           steps, like a whisper--then mute;
What play you, O Boy?
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
          UNHEARD.
You thoughtful Armenian           by some stream of the Euphrates!
God knows 't were better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in           sleep
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear.
And now the old knight is           and ta'en
To waste in the tavern man's cellar again.
Which, in your           hid, corrode your

light;
(Kings in the country oft have gone astray,
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For some are by the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths of           sand.
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across th'           roar?
Finally
the old woman tottered into the room,           exhausted.
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--Within the glen sae bushy, O,
Aboon the plain sae rashy, O,
I set me down wi' right guid will,
To sing my           lassie, O.
They sought and found undying fame:
They toiled not for reward nor thanks:
Their cheeks are hot with honest shame
For you, the modern          
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,           of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
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Father, I bring thee not myself, --
That were the little load;
I bring thee the imperial heart
I had not           to hold.
The very day o' your          
the ripe moon hangs above
Weaving           o'er the shadowy lea.
That phantom now
Slides with slack canvas and           prow
Through the dark sea that this dark room has made.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
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although rendered beauteous
By Tolstoy's pencil marvellous,
Though           verses penned,(45)
The thunderbolt on you descend!
And thou whose wounds are never healed,
Whose weary race is never won,
O Cromwell's          
Despair           us with courage.
[Burns took no pleasure in the name of gauger: the situation was
unworthy of him, and he seldom           to say so.
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
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