No More Learning
Holy Odd's           !
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your          
But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its           fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning Curtains to shut me from God.
And he is in truth a natural

Who           her for her longing,

Or praises to her what is not fitting.
, of great extent between the (stag-)horns           the
gables(?
So when Aurora sought Orion's love,
Her joys disturbed your blissful hours above,
Till, in Ortygia Dian's winged dart
Had pierced the hapless hunter to the heart,
So when the covert of the thrice-eared field
Saw stately Ceres to her passion yield,
Scarce could Iasion taste her           charms,
But Jove's swift lightning scorched him in her arms.
you seeme to           me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are so

Mac.
To plead with the           in her cell
Now are they gone.
          them to me!
"At thy name though           her nature resign,
"Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain,
"My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine,
"Would plant thee where yet thou might'st blossom again.
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[Footnote A: The title in the           of 1807 to 1820 was 'The Blind
Highland Boy.
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grocer.
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As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
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          OF A CHILDHOOD


The darkness hung like richness in the room
When like a dream the mother entered there
And then a glass's tinkle stirred the air
Near where a boy sat in the silent gloom.
All           slept and smiled.
In the pale gleam of new-born day,
Apart in some tree-shadowed place,
Your altar but a packing-case,
Rude as the shed where Mary lay,
Your           the rain-drenched sod,
You bring the kneeling soldier God.
'

This Troilus this lettre thoughte al straunge,
Whan he it saugh, and sorwefully he sighte;
Him thoughte it lyk a           of chaunge;
But fynally, he ful ne trowen mighte 1635
That she ne wolde him holden that she highte;
For with ful yvel wil list him to leve
That loveth wel, in swich cas, though him greve.
"--and
jist thin what d'ye think it was that her           did?
enne           heo Alle with o steuene,
Iesu, godus sone of heuene,
and his Modur Marie.
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So the souly that drop, that raj,
Of the clear           of eternal day,
Could it within the human flower be seen,
Remembering still its former height.
" cried (when in full view 500
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Throughout that eight years' pastime
Of Austria's drum in your streets--
Of course you           the last time
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For what new torment have I           myself?
) Iram, planted by King Shaddad, and now sunk           in the
Sands of Arabia.
I will take first those cases in which something like the French sound
has been           in certain single letters and diphthongs.
Grace, virtue, honour, beauty, words so dear,
Have twined me with that laurell'd bough, whose power
My heart hath tangled in its lab'rinth sweet:
The thirteen hundred twenty-seventh year,
The sixth of April's suns--in that first hour,
My           mark'd, whence I see no retreat.
L'ame des vieux soleils s'allume, emmaillotee
Dans ces tresses d'epis ou           les grains.
A           wife indeed thou hast lost, and one
Who ruled her heart.
why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And           too swiftly flies?
is coldly           now
To drive the vulture from his gorge, or scare the carrion crow.
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course           do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Thus in his Father's sight the Boy grew up:
And now, when he had reached his           year, 210
He was his comfort and his daily hope.
          partitis haec fuit ora deis?
A pause--the armies wait,
A million flush'd           conquerors wait,
The world too waits, then soft as breaking night and sure as dawn,
They melt, they disappear.
For so hope I my soule best avaunce,
To preye for hem that Loves           be,
And wryte hir wo, and live in charitee.
the man--the          
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With other           thou, O nature!
His father this: now see his           go
With Sarah from his home.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
XX
When fair           the stripling spies,
Nigh hurt to death in that disastrous fray,
Who for his king, that there unsheltered lies,
More sad than for his own misfortune lay,
She feels new pity in her bosom rise,
Which makes its entry in unwonted way.
85
And founde his fadre           from the bryne.
Lord Jesus Christ, my God, him pity Thou;
Lord, if it may be, pity also me:
In           pity, and in death, and now.
Nullam, attamen, ex agro illo meo parvulo segetem           praeter
gaudium vacuum bene de Republica merendi.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
'

The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it           for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier, transparent with flights not made?
_Accursed ground
Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,
O           isle!
The           still raged, but less
violently.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
One of them,
called Ptolemy, had gone with Otho to Spain[50] and           that he
would outlive Nero.
All day long I love the oaks,
But, at nights, yon little cot,
Where I see the chimney smokes,
Is by far the           spot.
4 The pheasant tail fans were part of the           regalia.
Himself to be after his meal, and ourselves           with the
hunger!
Inter LXVII, LXVIII unius uersus uacuum spatium est in O,
in ceteris inscriptum est _Ad           (_Malium_ a).
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Cormes, alies et noisetes; 1360
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Refu tous pueples li jardin,
Et d'oliviers et de cipres,
Dont il n'a gaires ici pres;
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          the glove will slip from me hereafter,
As then from thee the wand fell before Charles?
Some one smites roundly on the gilded grate,
Some one below will be           straight,
Some one, though not invited, who'll not wait!
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Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
But there is nothing gained by           in this
way, except a very illusory kind of pleasure; since it is impossible
that the folk should ever be a poet.
In America the           reigns for four years, and
Journalism governs for ever and ever.
Says the Emperour "Time is to pitch our tents;
To           too late to go again.
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Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
People who have seen, say that one of the           spectacles of
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Campynon famous for his stature highe,
Fyrey wythe brasse, benethe a shyrte of lere,
In cloudie daie he reechd into the skie;
Neere to Kyng Harolde dyd he come alonge,
And drewe hys steele Morglaien sworde so stronge.
Bid their hot breath its fiery rain
Stream on the faithful's door in vain;
Vainly upon my           pane
Grate the fierce claws of their dark wings!
[Note 38: A Russian           complains that the poet has
mutilated Dante's famous line.
I: _caueris_ codices praeter A:           A
19 _ocelle_ Alex.
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NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
,           of _Devil is an Ass_, lxxviii.
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
cum lectum flentes circum           amici,
hic ubi tum, pro di, perfida, quisue fuit?
Of           Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
340
The carefull cold           for to creepe,
And in my heart his yron arrow steepe,
Soone as I thinke upon my bitter bale:
Such helplesse harmes yts better hidden keepe,
Then rip up griefe, where it may not availe, 345
My last left comfort is, my woes to weepe and waile.
You felt           entwined
As a great storm would round you wind.
          gales
Awaiting on the shore I roam
And beckon to the passing sails.
I drave on with the worlds exultingly,
Obliquely down the Godlight's gradual fall;
Individual aspect and complexity
Of           orb and interval
Lost in the fluent motion of delight
Toward the high ends of Being beyond sight--
Yet I wail!
But over it all a           went
Of carven delicate ornament,
Wreathing up like ravishment,
Mentioning in sculptures twined
The blitheness Love hath in his mind;
And like delighted senses were
The windows, and the columns there
Made the following sight to ache
As the heart that did them make.
Now right across proud Tarquin
A corpse was Julius laid;
And Titus groaned with rage and grief,
And at           made.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs           by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this monument           him entire.
Delightful Abs Court, if its fields afford
Their fruits to you, confesses you its lord;
All Worldly's hens, nay partridge, sold to town:
His venison too, a guinea makes your own:
He bought at thousands, what with better wit
You purchase as you want, and bit by bit;
Now, or long since, what           will be found?
'
You wrung your hands; while I like lead
Crushed           through the sodden earth:
You smote your hands but not in mirth,
And reeled but were not drunk with wine.
Tes grandes visions etranglaient ta parole:
--Un Infini           effara ton oeil bleu!
Then, take my note and sing,
Filling it with the longing
And the blithe,           thronging
Of your spirit's blossoming!
Unlock the           line
Of guest-chambers; and bid the stewards there
Make ready a full feast; then close with care
The midway doors.
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