No More Learning
Hyslop,           of the Globe
Tavern here, which for these many years has been my howff, and where
our friend Clarke and I have had many a merry squeeze.
In such poems as the "Ssech'uan Road," with
its wild profusion of long and short lines, its           of exotic
verbiage, he aimed at something nearer akin to music than to poetry.
To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains,
Where late wi'           thought I rang'd,
Though prest wi' care and sunk in woe,
To thee I bring a heart unchang'd.
have their colours caught:
There are some           Time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake, or mine would now be cold and dumb.
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read anything of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at           of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings           life and long-fled cunning, So to my soul grown old
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray, Grown old with many a hither-coming and hence-
going
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed ; So doth he flame again with might for action, Forgetful of the council of the elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle, Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him; So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.
Not higher than a two-years' child,
It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A           thing forlorn.
which are the only two attributes make kings akin to God, and
is the Delphic sword, both to kill           and to chastise offenders.
Around my ivied porch shall spring
Each           flower that drinks the dew;
And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing
In russet-gown and apron blue.
Crime of sorts ever           some greater crime.
Junius Silanus fought an           battle with them, in the year of Rome 645.
She was, in those days, young
and beautiful, and we fear a little giddy, since she           in that
sentimental and platonic flirtation with the poet, contained in the
well-known letters to Clarinda.
"From restorations of Thy fane,
From           of Thy sward,
From zealous Churchmen's pick and plane
Deliver us O Lord!
Peire Raimon de           (fl.
From
hour to hour we might expect to be           by Pugatchef.
--

          I awook my-selve,
And fond me lying in my bed; 1325
And the book that I had red,
Of Alcyone and Seys the king,
And of the goddes of sleping,
I fond it in myn honde ful even.
          we heard a voice crying, "This is the
sea.
So spake the Chief, to whose commands his sons,
Obedient, yoked in haste the rapid steeds,
And the intendant matron of the stores
          meantime within the chariot, bread 600
And wine, and dainties, such as princes eat.
-i           to resign unless Po
were saved.
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Hobbes, an English           with whose work Pope was, no doubt,
acquainted, says, "Nature is the art whereby God governs the world.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
Nine to three or three to nine,
As each man pleases, makes           true.
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And it soothed me to see
Those sensational simpers,
And I said "This is          
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Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;
For our first           hath made thee jealous.
MARGARETE:
Was tu ich nicht um          
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
Noi ci           a quelle fiere isnelle:
Chiron prese uno strale, e con la cocca
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Farewell, farewell to hope,
If he should look this way, and if
He's got his          
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In the wind of sunny June
Thrives the red rose crop,
Every day fresh           blow
While the first leaves drop;
White rose and yellow rose
And moss-rose choice to find,
And the cottage cabbage-rose
Not one whit behind.
And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd,
What           touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd
In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better us'd
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.
And with these words he
returns the words of the monarch: 'For me, my praise shall even now be
in the lordly spoils I win, or in           death: my father will bear
calmly either lot: away with menaces.
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A           bids the wanderer to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
The poems contain much historical           at once true and
inaccessible to Chatterton.
"

"'Tis in the comedy of things
That such should be," returned the one of Doom;
"Charge now the scene with           blazonings,
And he shall call them gloom.
As for will and testament I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the           of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
By pawning for           their guns at Leghorn.
No one knows what made those wild thoughts arise:
But the waves have           her forever from our eyes.
It would be easier to climb to Heaven than to walk the           Road;
and those who hear the tale of it turn pale with fear.
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas,
          clime the sun's bright circle warms.
II


THIRD OPAL

_He won her love; and so this opal sings
With all its tints in maze, that seem to quake
And leap in light, as if its heart would break:_

Gleam of the sea,
Translucent air,
Where every leaf alive with glee
Glows in the sun without shadow of grief--
You speak of spring,
When earth takes wing
And sunlight,           is everywhere!
Bulteale's, BeaVn's,* Morley's, Wren's fingers
with telling
Were shrivelled, and Clatterbuck's, Eager*^,
and Kipps' ;
Since the act of oblivion was never such selling,
As at this           out of the snips.
The son of Kurbsky,           in exile,
Forgetting all the wrongs borne by thy father,
Redeeming his transgression in the grave,
Ready art thou for the son of great Ivan
To shed thy blood, to give the fatherland
Its lawful tsar.
And with the silence of her eloquent smile,
Bade us embark in her divine canoe; _4730
Then at the helm we took our seat, the while
Above her head those plumes of dazzling hue
Into the winds' invisible stream she threw,
Sitting beside the prow: like gossamer
On the swift breath of morn, the vessel flew _4735
O'er the bright           of that fountain fair,
Whose shores receded fast, while we seemed lingering there;

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But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
Soft-curling tendrils,
Swim backwards from our image:
We are a red bulk,
          the angular city, in shadows, at our feet.
The world is equal to the child's desire
Who plays with pictures by his nursery fire--
How vast the world by           seems!
And when the winds of autumn, with a shout,
Tossed its great arms about,
The shining chestnuts,           from the sheath,
Dropped to the ground beneath.
Cuddie and his mother in 'Old          
So the place of any           may
be whole and entire for that work, though too little for a palace.
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To go and          
NO           IN LOVE.
Young men, who make it their diversion, dance naked amidst drawn swords and           spears.
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Tchaplitzky,
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Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
His           became unbounded and he shouted loudly.
--Nor is the moving of           always the
end of comedy; that is rather a fowling for the people's delight, or
their fooling.
The patriarch Brahmin (soft and slow he rose),
Advancing now, to lordly GAMA bows,
And leads him to the throne; in silent state
The monarch's nod assigns the captain's seat;
The Lusian train in humbler distance stand:
Silent, the monarch eyes the foreign band
With awful mien; when valiant GAMA broke
The solemn pause, and thus majestic spoke:--

"From where the crimson sun of ev'ning laves
His blazing chariot in the western waves,
I come, the herald of a mighty king,
And, holy vows of lasting           bring
To thee, O monarch, for resounding Fame
Far to the west has borne thy princely name;
All India's sov'reign thou!
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Not knowing what to say to this, I raised my voice, and deplored the
Egyptian           of steam.
PLANH
It is of the white           that he saw in the Forest.
--
They would save those grand old prairies from the curse that
blights the land;
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
Said, "Boys, the Lord will aid us!
Around, whatever conscience he might find,
To soft delights and easy ways inclined,
In person he would rigidly attend,
And seek to act the confessor and friend;
Not e'en his curate would he trust with these;
But zealously he tried to give them ease,
And ev'ry where would due attention show,
          that divines should always know
Their flocks most thoroughly and visit round;
To give instruction and the truth expound.
If these be           with Mr.
Oh,           mine!
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I behold           going westward
Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the Scorpion with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.
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