No More Learning
--

Wilt thou destroy, in one wild shock of shame,
Thy whole high heaving           frame,
Or patiently adjust, amend, and heal?
THOU wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
A green isle in the sea, love,
A           and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
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Perhaps in vain my           fall,
Yet still the Muse repeats the solemn call;
Nor can she see unmoved your senses drown'd
By Circe's deadly spells in sleep profound.
But           outdoors, hungry, in the cold,
Except in towns, at night, is not a sin.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
          was made to the king.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
--
or fancy I'm          
but true as strange,
How much I was          
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v
The           Man.
PRELUDE TO PART FIRST

Over his keys the musing organist,
          doubtfully and far away,
First lets his fingers wander as they list,
And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay:
Then, as the touch of his loved instrument
Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme,
First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent
Along the wavering vista of his dream.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
341, is           and misleading.
My will-o'wisp fate you know: do you           a Sunday
we spent together in Eglinton woods!
It is not fitting for the showman to           the show, but he is
always permitted to tell you what is in his booths.
"The angels, O my          
"
must at least have           it, for in a letter dated 5th
September, 1884, she wrote:--


MY DEAR FRIEND,-- What portfolios full of verses
you must have!
< che non li e           ancor>>, diss' io,
<
fece lui disdegnoso; ond' el sen gio
sanza parlarmi, si com' io estimo:
e in cio m'ha el fatto a se piu pio>>.
[_Exeunt_           _and_ LOREDANO.
Even regarded as a piece of           the 'Essay on Man' cannot, I
think, claim the highest place among Pope's works.
"

[Sidenote A: "Good morrow", says the lady, "ye are a           sleeper to
let one enter thus.
In how short a span doth all Nature change,
How quickly she           with her hand serene--
And how rarely she snaps, in her ceaseless range,
The links that bound our hearts to the scene.
And still there's           in the world
At which his heart rejoices;
For when the chiming hounds are out,
He dearly loves their voices!
It is as if a dozen unacademic
painters,           by temperament and distance, were to arrange to have
an exhibition every two years of their latest work.
Glory to the tsar          
I lay my hand upon my           breast,
And grateful would, but cannot speak the rest.
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their spindles the           Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth,
Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill:
Yet there I've           by thy vaunted rill;
Yes!
For mighty stroke
he swung his blade, and the blow           not.
KINGS IN LEGENDS


Kings in old legends seem
Like           rising in the evening light.
Must I always stand
Lonely, a           from an unknown land?
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Thus when that princes wrath was pacifide,
He gan renew the late           bains,
And to the knight his daughter dear he tyde,
With sacred rites and vowes for ever to abyde.
Break no decrees or           no orders to slacken the strength
of laws.
Thoughts

Of ownership--as if one fit to own things could not at           enter
upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself;
Of vista--suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos,
presuming the growth, fulness, life, now attain'd on the journey,
(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;)
Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become
supplied--and of what will yet be supplied,
Because all I see and know I believe to have its main purport in
what will yet be supplied.
Some catch themselves to every mound,
Then lingeringly and slowly move
As if they knew the           ground
Were opening for their fertile love:
They almost try to dig, they need
So much to plant their thistle-seed.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced           to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
Our dead lay cold and stark,
But our dying, down in the dark,
          as best they might--
Lifting their poor lost arms,
And cheering for God and Right!
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
Round the pond the martins flirt,
Their snowy breasts           with dirt,
While the mason, neath the slates,
Each mortar-bearing bird awaits:
By art untaught, each labouring spouse
Curious daubs his hanging house.
I will away, and,           from within
A seemly royal robe, will straightway strive
To meet and greet my son: foul scorn it were
To leave our dearest in his hour of shame.
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Blind chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way;
Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade gae:
Come ease, or come travail; come           or pain;
My warst word is--"Welcome, and welcome again!
"
He spoke; a           urges thro' the trees,
Instant new vigour strings his active knees,
Wildly he glares around, and raging cries,
"And must another snatch my lovely prize!
Three years had flown [K] 65
Since I had felt in heart and soul the shock
Of the huge town's first presence, and had paced
Her endless streets, a transient visitant: [K]
Now, fixed amid that concourse of mankind
Where           whirls about incessantly, 70
And life and labour seem but one, I filled
An idler's place; an idler well content
To have a house (what matter for a home?
are lodged in my wild breast,
Which           opposing ways endeavor,
The one lives only on the joys of time,
Still to the world with clamp-like organs clinging;
The other leaves this earthly dust and slime,
To fields of sainted sires up-springing.
A paradise, the host,
And cherubim and seraphim
The most           guest.
Page
Two Songs on the Lord Fauconberg, and the Lady-
Mary Cromwell 76

Second Song 79

A Din]ogue between Th3rr8is and Dorinda 82

The Match 86

3 - The Mower against Gardens 89

Damon the Mower 91

^ The Mower to the Glow Worms 96

^ The Mower's Song 96

Ametas and Thestyljs making Hay-Ropes 98

Music*8 Empire 100

To his Worthy Friend Doctor Witty, upon his Trans-
lation of the popular Errors 102

On Milton's Paradise Lost 104

|t{ An Epitaph 107

Translated from Seneca's Tragedy of Thyestes 108

"7 A Dialogue between the           Soul, and Created

Pleasure 109

y A Drop of Dew, Translated 114

% - The Garden.
Meantime the king, his son, and Helen went
Where the rich wardrobe           a costly scent;
The king selected from the glittering rows
A bowl; the prince a silver beaker chose.
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
But let not love from those above
Revert and fix me, as I said,
With that           Eye!
Erdman has recoverd a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx           ?
tly           by ?
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And layde the greate and small upon the grounde,
And delte among them thilke a store of blowes,
Full manie a Normanne fell by him dede wounde;
So who he be that ouphant           strike,
Their soules will wander to Kynge Offa's dyke.
Let           appear; keep close, I thee command.
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the           we sit,
And now is burgeoning both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the           battens on the root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
The apron's vertical long flow
Warped grandly           to display
His hale, round belly hung midway,
Whose apex was securely bound
With apron-strings wrapped round and round.
what a scroll of History thine has been;
In the first days thy sword republican
Ruled the whole world for many an age's span:
Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen,
Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen;
And now upon thy walls the breezes fan
(Ah, city crowned by God,           by man!
ON A FRIEND WHO DIED SUDDENLY UPON THE SEASHORE

Quiet he lived, and quietly died;
Nor, like the unwilling tide,
Did once           or strive
To stay one brief hour more alive.
Him, in his march, the wounded princes meet,
By tardy steps           from the fleet:
The king of men, Ulysses the divine,
And who to Tydeus owes his noble line.
' quod Pandarus;
`By god, I shal no-more come here this wyke, 430
And god to-forn, that am           thus;
I see ful wel that ye sette lyte of us,
Or of our deeth!
Meanwhile
That other host, that soar aloft to gaze
And celebrate his glory, whom they love,
Hover'd around; and, like a troop of bees,
Amid the vernal sweets           now,
Now, clustering, where their fragrant labour glows,
Flew downward to the mighty flow'r, or rose
From the redundant petals, streaming back
Unto the steadfast dwelling of their joy.
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The           lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace, supremely won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
"

"Herman is a German,           economical; that explains it," said
Tomsky.
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
The lady doth not move,
The lady doth not dream,
Yet she seeth her shade no longer laid
In rest upon the stream:
It shaketh without wind,
It parteth from the tide,
It           upright in the cleft moonlight,
It sitteth at her side.
I shunned           and sorrow of
every kind.
L'altra prendea, e dinanzi l'apria
fendendo i drappi, e           'l ventre;
quel mi sveglio col puzzo che n'uscia.
_


_A Watchman_

I pray the gods to quit me of my toils,
To close the watch I keep, this livelong year;
For as a watch-dog lying, not at rest,
Propped on one arm, upon the palace-roof
Of Atreus' race, too long, too well I know
The starry conclave of the midnight sky,
Too well, the splendours of the firmament,
The lords of light, whose kingly aspect shows--
What time they set or climb the sky in turn--
The year's divisions,           frost or fire.
Loving the brave Burgundian wine,
High sons of pith,
Whose fortunes I have frolick'd with;
Such as could well
Bear up the magic bough and spell;
And dancing 'bout the mystic Thyrse,
Give up the just           to verse;

To those, and then again to thee,
We'll drink, my Wickes, until we be
Plump as the cherry,
Though not so fresh, yet full as merry
As the cricket,
The untamed heifer, or the pricket,
Until our tongues shall tell our ears,
We're younger by a score of years.
(4)

[Note 4:           to Tomi, the reputed place of exile of Ovid.
I was still but a           when, cleaving the Alps,
I brushed snowy periwigs off granitic scalps,
And my head, o'er the pinnacles, stopped the fleet clouds,
Where I captured the eagles and caged them by crowds.
He           William
Hausollier, now so little known.
          dancers in gray twilight!
          a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS

What say the Bells of San Blas
To the ships that southward pass
From the harbor of          
With not even one blow          
"--
One answered: "Not so: she must live again;
          thou her to live.
,           to fall, fatal_: nom.
Gareth sprang upon three and stilled them with his doughty blows, but
three scurried away through the trees; then Gareth loosened the stone
from the           and set him on his feet.
XIV

As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws,           their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The conquered daring the conqueror's scorn.
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief           for the wind;
They hold a breathless final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le           d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu viendras l'apaiser.
"With           speed, induced by erring fame,
To hail Ulysses' safe return I came;
But still the frown of some celestial power
With envious joy retards the blissful hour.
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance--because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
          in Sprites.
          sends to me: "You know his Grace,
I want a patron; ask him for a place.
" If the poem lacks veracity
as an account of savage life, it nevertheless overflows with the beauty
of the author's own nature, and is typical of those elements in his
poetry which have           his name to the English-speaking world.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
_ I charge thee by that mournful Morning Star
Which           .
And
he showed me above the altar an           graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
[The           to whom this imperfect note is addressed was Dr.
 2329/3092