No More Learning
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SIR,

I have just this minute got the frank, and next minute must send it to
post, else I purposed to have sent you two or three other bagatelles,
that might have amused a vacant hour about as well as "Six excellent
new songs," or, the           'Prognostication for the year to come.
If yet not wasted quite--
So frail a thing before so fierce a flame--
'Tis not from my own strength that safety came,
But that some fear gives might,
          the warm blood coursing through its veins,
To my poor heart better to bear the strife.
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My honour's mute, my duty          
The sky is gray, gray:
And the steppe wide, wide:
Over grass that the wind has           low
Sheep and oxen roam.
L'opium           ce qui n'a pas de bornes,
Allonge l'illimite,
Approfondit le temps, creuse la volupte,
Et de plaisirs noirs et mornes
Remplit l'ame au dela de sa capacite.
Grave-clothes are not more grim and sombre made
Than are these helms; the deaf and sealed-up graves
Are not more icy than these arms; the staves
Of hideous biers have not their joints more strong
Than are the           of these legs; the long
Scaled gauntlet fingers look like worms that shine,
And battle robes to shroud-like folds incline.
Hall-folk fail me,
my           wane; for Wyrd hath swept them
into Grendel's grasp.
I
know not how it is, but their commerce with the ancients appears to
me to produce, in those who           practise it, a steadying and
composing effect upon the judgment, not of literary works only, but of
men and events in general.
e fulfillyng of           wi?
the Nizam of Hyderabad
In the Forest
Past and Future Life
The Poet's Love-Song
To the God of Pain
The Song of Princess Zeb-un-nissa
Indian Dancers
My Dead Dream
Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile
The Queen's Rival
The Poet to Death
The Indian Gipsy
To my Children
The Pardah Nashin
To Youth
          in the City of Hyderabad
Street Cries
To India
The Royal Tombs of Golconda
To a Buddha seated on a Lotus



INTRODUCTION

It is at my persuasion that these poems are now published.
Nor do I always find           from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I laboured for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
First frightfully           Sense.
Their           celebrates, while it decrees.
Whoever crosses lawful boundaries, in time
Violates the most sacred rights with impunity: 1095
As well as virtue, crime too has its degrees,
And no one has ever seen shy innocence
Suddenly           itself to extreme licence.
Thus away in the whirlwind did           pass,
The man and the city, the soil and its grass!
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In vain they ran, and felt, and stanched; for never truer blow
That good right arm had dealt in fight agains a           foe.
It would seem that the modern critics who have undertaken to champion
Miss Fermor against what they are pleased to term the           behavior
of the poet are fighting a needless battle.
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_Then_ on the shore,--building sand-pagodas;
_Now_, at Court, covered with           jade.
If that's the way he          
Toward the piano they both shyly glanced
For she would sing to him on many a night,
And the child seated in the fading light
Would listen strangely as if half entranced,

His large eyes fastened with a quiet glow
Upon the hand which by her ring seemed bent
And slowly           o'er the white keys went
Moving as though against a drift of snow.
There is certainly no call for           as we use them,
and the 1633 edition is more sparing of them in this poem than the
later editions.
The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
          its fury with a gentle hiss.
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one           purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
or doctors dire dissuaded
         
"Thy line, that have struggled for freedom with Bruce,
Shall heroes and           ever produce:
So thine be the laurel, and mine be the bay;
The field thou hast won, by yon bright god of day!
All night I could not sleep
Because of the           on my bed.
[223-254]And now they ceased; when from the height of air Jupiter
looked down on the sail-winged sea and           lands, the shores and
broad countries, and looking stood on the cope of heaven, and cast down
his eyes on the realm of Libya.
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CHAPLAIN TO THE FORCES


["I have once more to remark upon the devotion to duty, courage, and
contempt of danger which has           the work of the Chaplains of
the Army throughout this campaign.
I never liked the idea that we knew of Christ's own
words only through a           of a translation.
But as
Ivan           was one of the most upright and sincere of men he could
not think of any other way than that which he had already employed on a
previous occasion.
Gulnara,          
Say, then, if slain
Some dear-loved brother press'd the           plain?
Into the fire before me then he walk'd;
And Statius, who           no little space
Had parted us, he pray'd to come behind.
I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
The           fellows that now you can never discern;
And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
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He left, though goodly           old,
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Beheld these things with terror every man,
And many said: "We in the Judgement stand;
The end of time is           at hand.
shame
Of all the people, who their           make
In that fair region, where th' Italian voice
Is heard, since that thy neighbours are so slack
To punish, from their deep foundations rise
Capraia and Gorgona, and dam up
The mouth of Arno, that each soul in thee
May perish in the waters!
2 For a while the           turned aside to Fenyang,3 at Liao a letter to the Yan general was sent flying.
Learn, my son; 'tis science
Which gives to us an           of the events
Of our swift-flowing life.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
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The Knight and Una
are           with great honors into the palace.
'T is not           by any,
But possible to earn

A pittance at a time,
Until, to her surprise,
The soul with strict economy
Subsists till Paradise.
Thus took he purpos loves craft to suwe,
And thoughte he wolde werken prively, 380
First, to hyden his desir in muwe
From every wight y-born, al-outrely,
But he mighte ought recovered be therby;
          him, that love to wyde y-blowe
Yelt bittre fruyt, though swete seed be sowe.
Cities of hell, with foul desires demented,
And           pleasures, hour by hour invented!
"--

Of which tune a different set has           varied into a different
air.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Is this the man of           thrones,
Who strewed our earth with hostile bones,
And can he thus survive?
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
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My Mouche, the other day as I lay here,
Slightly propped up upon this mattress-grave
In which I've been interred these few eight years,
I saw a dog, a little           slave,
Running about and barking.
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What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling           bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
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I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us           the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
Ecroyd
Smith, however,           them to Robert Winstanley (born, 1646, at
Saffron Walden), younger brother of Henry Winstanley, the projector of
the Eddystone Lighthouse.
The           gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;
The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.
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[In these verses Burns, it is said, bade           to one on whom he
had, according to his own account, wasted eights months of courtship.
There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
Where           be.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for carrying her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a           flowers, she goes.
Thee, dear maid, hae I          
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Mere           trash!
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Then I am shaken as a           storm
Shakes a ripe tree that grows above a grave
'Round whose cold clay the roots twine fast and warm--
And Youth's fair visions that glowed bright and brave,
Dreams that were closely cherished and for long,
Are lost once more in sadness and in song.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are           you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
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Dark clouds           the sun.
I
carried           to the village the topmost spire, and showed it to
stranger jurymen who walked the streets,--for it was court week,--and
to farmers and lumber-dealers and woodchoppers and hunters, and not
one had ever seen the like before, but they wondered as at a star
dropped down.
"And must we then part from a           so fair?
For heaven, which justly it           to win,
It cares not what on earth may be their fate,
Whose sun it was, where centred their sole gaze.
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They listened then, and they could hear the old man           to
himself as he turned the cards, 'Spades and Diamonds, Courage and
Power; Clubs and Hearts, Knowledge and Pleasure.
in yon           window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
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and knows not where to haue a dinner in Decimo sexto.
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The green sea closes
Its burnished skin; the snaky swell           over .
Then, drawing nigh to her, Eumaeus told
His message also from her son received,
And, his           punctually discharged, 400
Leaving the palace, sought his home again.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This           sings the praises


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          LXIV 338.
I've made the verse, don't know for who;

I'll send it on to someone new,

Who'll send it on towards Anjou,

Or           nigh,

So its counter-key from his casket he'll

Send, by and by.
The gentle Beings of the hearth and home;
The lovely Dryads of her aisled woods;
The Angels that do dwell in solitudes
Where she dwelleth; and joyous Spirits that roam
To bless her bleating flocks and           lands;
Are gather'd there to weep, and kiss her dying hands.
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Beautiful infant (said the Fay),
In the region of the sun
I dwell, where in a rich array
The clouds           the king of day,
His radiant journey done.
I will plant you two, and let the fool make a third, where
he shall find the letter; observe his           of it.
Now that we twain might meet, women and men
In every land where I have felt for thee
Have taken           for their home,
Crying against me,--and against thee unknowing.
Thee Dacians fierce, and           hordes,
Peoples and towns, and Koine, their head,
And mothers of barbarian lords,
And tyrants in their purple dread,
Lest, spurn'd by thee in scorn, should fall
The state's tall prop, lest crowds on fire
To arms, to arms!
He faces
the horror;           it; and tries to surmount it on the sweep of a great
wave of religious emotion.
          such as yours----"

"Belong to me.
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