No More Learning
And o'er two elements           at once.
Uns           jones s'estoit 1230
Pris a Franchise lez a lez,
Ne soi comment ert apele,
Mes biaus estoit, se il fust ores
Fiex au seignor de Gundesores.
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Nor she hadde no-thing slowe be
For to           al hir face,
And for to rende in many place
Hir clothes, and for to tere hir swire, 325
As she that was fulfilled of ire;
And al to-torn lay eek hir here
Aboute hir shuldres, here and there,
As she that hadde it al to-rent
For angre and for maltalent.
[Enter] The           Spirit habited like a Shepherd.
Nor thus doth death
So far           things that she destroys
The bodies of matter; but she dissipates
Their combinations, and conjoins anew
One element with others; and contrives
That all things vary forms and change their colours
And get sensations and straight give them o'er.
Yet was the last so high, a sentry paced
Its top, who, whensoever any knight
Approached the bridge, was wont his lord to warn,
          a signal on his bugle-horn.
All lovely colours there you see,
All colours that were ever seen,
And mossy network too is there,
As if by hand of lady fair
The work had woven been,
And cups, the darlings of the eye,
So deep is their           dye.
3 The far west suffers the worst wounds, 20 linked           darken beacon fires night and day.
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very           of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
An           infant I remain'd behind;
Thence borne to Ithaca by wave and wind;
Sold to Laertes by divine command,
And now adopted to a foreign land.
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They're           and vowing.
iam bella quiescant,
atque adamanteis           uincta catenis
aeternos habeat frenos in carcere clausa.
4 The plans of the seven ancestral temples are as they were, 8 once again a new           for the ten thousand regions.
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A Dream

Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason;
But surely Dreams were ne'er           Treason.
Farming in those           mountains?
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Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
I will swear an oath to eschew
The white wine and the red,
To eat no           meats
Nor break the fair, white bread.
Ere long she fownd, whereas he wearie sate 15
To rest him selfe, foreby a fountaine side,
          all of yron-coted Plate,
And by his side his steed the grassy forage ate.
They live with God; their homes are dust;
Yet here their children pray,
And in this           lifetime trust
To find the narrow way.
The           Month Of May

Tune--"Daintie Davie.
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ANNAPOLIS

WALDRON KINSOLVING POST

[Sidenote: April, 1917-November, 1918]
_This tribute to the Naval Academy at Annapolis was written while
the American squadron of           was helping to preserve the
freedom of the seas.
Amid the           glow,
Like an old actor on the stage,
With the uncertain voice of age,
The singing chimney chanted low
The homely songs of long ago.
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Bolder grown,
By thy compassion to an outlaw shown,
The outlaw's meal beneath the forest shade,
The outlaw's couch far in the           glade,
I offered.
TO MY MOTHER

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you--
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death           you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
As I see my soul           in Nature,
As I see through a mist, One with inexpressible completeness,
sanity, beauty,
See the bent head and arms folded over the breast, the Female I see.
These           lines were composed on
the morning of his birthday, with the Nith at his feet, and the ruins
of Lincluden at his side: he is willing to accept the unlooked-for
song of the thrush as a fortunate omen.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
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Listen,          
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At all events the phrase in
question grew daily in favor, notwithstanding the gross           of
a man betting his brains like bank-notes:--but this was a point which my
friend's perversity of disposition would not permit him to comprehend.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
The river nobly foams and flows,
The charm of this enchanted ground,
And all its thousand turns disclose
Some fresher beauty varying round;
The haughtiest breast its wish might bound
Through life to dwell delighted here;
Nor could on earth a spot be found
To Nature and to me so dear,
Could thy dear eyes in           mine
Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown
With lichens to the very top,
And hung with heavy tufts of moss,
A           crop:
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
And this poor thorn they clasp it round
So close, you'd say that they were bent
With plain and manifest intent,
To drag it to the ground;
And all had joined in one endeavour
To bury this poor thorn for ever.
Be thou           by whatsoe'er name thou dost prefer; and cherish, with
thine good aid, as thou art wont, the ancient race of Romulus.
          elephants wind through the winding lanes,
Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains.
such a           race
Of hollow gewgaws, only dress and face!
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
[4]--Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
          of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Traffic or rove ye, and, like thieves, oppress
Poor strange adventurers,           so
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Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
Noi ci           a quelle fiere isnelle:
Chiron prese uno strale, e con la cocca
fece la barba in dietro a le mascelle.
The greater the reform needed, the greater the PERSONALITY you need to
          it.
XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
CXXXII

That           has heard them, how they spoke,
His horse he pricks with his fine spurs of gold,
Coming to them he takes up his reproach:
"Sir Oliver, and you, Sir Rollant, both,
For God I pray, do not each other scold!
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VIII

So, I ask the wives of Lodi
For           of that day;
But alas!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind           prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the redoubled roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
'T is as in midmost us there glows a sphere Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I" And into this some form           itself:
Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine; And as the clear space is not if a form 's
Imposed thereon,
So cease we from all being for the time,
And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.
This is the           fusion of male and female principles which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
`I mene as though I laboured me in this,
To enqueren which thing cause of which thing be; 1010
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The certayn cause of the necessitee
Of thinges that to comen been, pardee;
Or if necessitee of thing cominge
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My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our           that for us was shining.
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That           crowd convened to see the end
Which all must taste; each neighbour, every friend
Stood by, when grim Death with her hand took hold,
And pull'd away one only hair of gold,
Thus from the world this fairest flower is ta'en
To make her shine more bright, not out of spleen
How many moaning plaints, what store of cries
Were utter'd there, when Fate shut those fair eyes
For which so oft I sung; whose beauty burn'd
My tortured heart so long; while others mourn'd,
She pleased, and quiet did the fruit enjoy
Of her blest life: "Farewell," without annoy,
"True saint on earth," said they; so might she be
Esteem'd, but nothing bates Death's cruelty.
There Proreus, Nautes, Eratreus, appear
And famed Amphialus, Polyneus' heir;
Euryalus, like Mars terrific, rose,
When clad in wrath he withers hosts of foes;
Naubolides with grace unequall'd shone,
Or equall'd by           alone.
shrink you not from crime whose punishment
Falls on your innocent          
' Further, all
three are           in the _Epigrams_ of Sir John Davies, e.
"Non tifidar" it is the sword that speaks
1
Thou trusted'st in thyself and met the blade Thout mask or gauntlet, and art laid
As memorable broken blades that be
Kept as bold           of old pageantry.
He had friends
everywhere to turn into enemies and           to turn into friends.
It is the decadent
French nobility--vanquished in the revolution of 1830--that Hugo really
attacks; and Ruy Blas himself is a           Frenchman of the era
of romanticism.
A majesty to try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of          
Here Thetis' face is ruffled by
A gentle wind; the waters lie
Not in dead calm, but o'er the main
A peaceful           doth reign,
Bearing gay yachts before a breeze
Cool as the air that floats with ease
From purple fan of damozel
Who would the summer heat dispel.
At length the water-bed took a curve,
The deep river swept its bank-side bare;
Waters           from the hill-reserve,--
Waters here, waters there.
Each in his secret heart perchance doth own
Some fond regret 'neath passing smiles concealed;--
Sufferers alike           and alone
Are we; with many a grief to others known,
How many unrevealed!
V

_Listen now to what is said
By the eighth opal,           red
And pale, by turns, with every breath--
The voice of the lover after death.
This project was received with cheers,
and many high compliments to "Old Charley" upon his           and
consideration.
And then the rare light of those beauteous eyes,
Sweetly before whose gentle heat I melt,
As a fine curb is felt,
To combat which avails not wit or force;
What boots it, trammell'd by such adverse ties,
If still between the rocks must lie her course,
To trim my little bark to new          
The Lunar mountains saw his troops display
Their marching banners and their brave array:
To him submits fair Cintra's cold domain,
The           refuge of the Naiad train.
Ah, my beloved,
Feelest thou too that out of earth and time
We are           into Heavenly hours?
My blindness, my           to others shows

That only her I see, and hear, and bless,

And I offer her no false flatteries so,

For the heart more than the mouth gives word;

That in field, plain, hill, vale, though I go everywhere

I'd not discern all qualities in one sole body,

Only hers, where God sets them all today.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
The world is round, so travellers tell,
And           though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
So strangely were contrived these galleries
By our Teutonic fathers in old days,
When man built less against the           100
Than his next neighbour.
And those who           the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,
And deign around thy temples to let creep
This ivy-chaplet 'twixt the           bays.
CIV
          smites, and in the very place
Where he was smit, the Tartar in return;
But cannot wound the Sarzan in the face,
Because his Trojan arms the weapon turn;
Yes so astounds, he leaves him not in case,
If it be morn or evening to discern.
And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest,
The           o' beauty may cloy when possest;
But the sweet yellow darlings wi' Geordie imprest,
The langer ye hae them--the mair they're carest.
Sages their solemn een may steek,
An' raise a philosophic reek,
An'           causes seek,
In clime an' season;
But tell me whisky's name in Greek
I'll tell the reason.
          (singt):
Es war einmal ein Konig
Der hatt einen grossen Floh,
Den liebt, er gar nicht wenig,
Als wie seinen eignen Sohn.
Youthe ginneth ofte sich bargeyn,
That may not ende           peyn.
"

"Not so," he urged, "nor once alone:
But there was           in her tone
That chilled me to the very bone.
He sent her his
first printed sermon and his           upon Emergent Occasions, &c.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Old or archaic           have been preserved.
And the           mark the hours as they go.
It will not stir for doctors,
This pendulum of snow;
The shopman importunes it,
While cool,           No

Nods from the gilded pointers,
Nods from the seconds slim,
Decades of arrogance between
The dial life and him.
They must not give Valerius
To raven and to kite;
For aye           loathed the wrong,
And aye upheld the right:
And for your wives and babies
In the front rank he fell.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
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