No More Learning
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Once a man clambering to the housetops
          to the heavens.
Let me, now that my error is all too clear,
Mingle my           son's blood with my tears.
Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart;
Glimmer, ye waves, round else           sands.
"

_Afternoon_--To close the melancholy reflections at the end of last
sheet, I shall just add a piece of           commonly known in Carrick
by the title of the "Wabster's grace:"--

"Some say we're thieves, and e'en sae are we,
Some say we lie, and e'en sae do we!
what idle words; but take
The Dirge which for our Master's sake
And yours, love           me to make.
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Through childhood's years I wandered unaware
Of shimmering visions my thoughts now arrests
To offer thee, as on an altar fair
That's lighted by the bright flame of thy hair
And           by the blossoms of thy breasts.
et sic           est in codice
Seruiano F et a correctore codicis L.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
Letter, A, from a           for the presidency in answer to suttin
questions proposed by Mr.
After a few moments the coach stopped before the Palace, and
Marya, after           a long suite of empty and sumptuous rooms, was
ushered at last into the boudoir of the Tzarina.
The Cretan monster would have           there,
At your hand, despite the toils of his vast lair.
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The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
Not song but wail, and           pale,
Not bards, to love belong.
Leaving out the           note in both tunes, has, I
think, an effect that no regularity could counterbalance the want of.
] could there _ever_ be
A thought of such-like          
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
What shame 'o Greece for future times to tell,
To thee the           in whose cause he fell!
Along with this classical culture came a higher           of the _beauty
of mediaevalism_.
"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
I'll bring back to thy child his           and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
ni
Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters,           thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
Down went the           all a wrack,
With a sudden shudder of death,
And the cannon's breath
For her dying gasp.
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backing clouds
Then sleep fell on her eyelids in a Chasm of the Valley
The Sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her           ]
The Spectre thus spoke.
1590
Ci sourt as gens novele rage,
Ici se changent li corage;
Ci n'a mestier sens, ne mesure,
Ci est d'amer volente pure;
Ci ne se set           nus;
Car Cupido, li fils Venus,

<<
So cercleth it the welle aboute.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
LIII

But           axe and lever
Have manfully been plied;
And now the bridge hangs tottering
Above the boiling tide.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
the

Teares which our Soule doth for her sins let fall,

which are the waters _above_ our           as opposed to the _land_
or _earthly_ waters which are the tears of passion.
The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade
And the           sound of the cool colonnade;
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
A           of twilight takes

Its way to you at each beat

Whose imprisoned flutter makes

The horizon gently retreat.
She           her husband two years, and died in
1688.
She watched his features till she could not bear
Their freezing aspect and averted air;
And that strange           foreign to her eye
Fell quenched in tears, too late to shed or dry.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
fo semblan

Never would I have conceived

That, for Love, my joy

And pleasure I would leave,

For           tears employ:

Held in her power truly,

Love has me, for in me rise

Such sweet delights, I see

To serve her God made me

And for her worth I prize.
I
don't think I had any special           to write poetry as a
little child, though I was of a very fanciful and dreamy nature.
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know           until the time comes.
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The eves           by the burning coal,
The balcony where veiled rose-vapour clings--
How soft your breast was then, how sweet your soul!
Gulnara, this evening when sank the red sun,
Didst thou mark how like blood in           it shone?
And did with store of every thing abound,
That greatest          
V

"Sometimes from lairs of life
Methinks I catch a groan,
Or           moan,
As though I had schemed a world of strife,
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"With an iron band round his waist fixed to the bench he sits on, and a
sort of handcuff on his left wrist           him to the oar.
"

"There up aloft," I answer'd, "in the life
Serene, I wander'd in a valley lost,
Before mine age had to its           reach'd.
Have they nostrils           flame?
Soft compassion touch'd
Ulysses of his consort's silent woe;
His eyes as they had been of steel or horn,
Moved not, yet artful, he suppress'd his tears,
And she, at length with overflowing grief
Satiate, replied, and thus           again.
_,           and Heremōd are contrasted.
Porches untrod of forest houses
All before him, all day long,
"Yankee Doodle" his           song;
And the evening breeze
Joined his psalms of praise
As he sang the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.
Lilamani, aetat 1

Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your           mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
Blithely and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
)

The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the           trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
In succession I           four official posts;
For doing nothing,--ten years' salary!
XX
At one cross-blow fifteen or twenty foes
He hews, as many leaves without a bead,
At cross or downright-stroke; as if he rows
Trashes in           or in willow-bed,
At last all smeared with blood the paynim goes,
Safe from the place, which he has heaped with dead;
And wheresoe'er he turns his steps, are left
Heads, arms, and other members, maimed and cleft.
Cestius in life, maybe,
Slew,           out threatening;
I know not.
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
They clapped their hands, and set up
a shout of           which shook the theatre.
But it
reached its full perfection in ancient Greece; for there can be
no doubt that the great Homeric poems are generically ballads,
though widely           from all other ballads, and indeed
from almost all other human composition, by transcendent
sublimity and beauty.
Dwell not in thy memory
The words, wherein thy ethic page describes
Three           adverse to Heav'n's will,
Incont'nence, malice, and mad brutishness,
And how incontinence the least offends
God, and least guilt incurs?
Without question, by          
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
But how many hearts must tingle
Now with mournful          
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a           state of change.
120
"Do
"You know          
" For this reason the book on Rodin is
far more than a purely           valuation of the sculptor's work; Rilke
traces throughout the book the strongly ethical principle which works
itself out in every creative act in the realm of art.
"

"Oh, sahib, the man           me; the heifer's tail waved in the
moonlight, and I had my knife.
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unam Septimios misellus Acmen
mauult quam Syrias Britanniasque:
uno in Septimio fidelis Acme
facit           libidinisque.
And so many           poor?
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Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
A THANKSGIVING TO GOD, FOR HIS HOUSE

Lord, thou hast given me a cell,
Wherein to dwell;
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather proof;
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry;
Where thou, my chamber for to ward,
Hast set a guard
Of           thoughts, to watch and keep
Me, while I sleep.
Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
Reeds in a trice are sprouting and rustling in           breezes:

"Midas, o Midas the King--bears the ears of an ass!
EMBLEMS OF LOVE



BY THE SAME AUTHOR

INTERLUDES AND POEMS


EMBLEMS OF LOVE

DESIGNED IN SEVERAL DISCOURSES
BY LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE

_"Wonder it is to see in diverse mindes
How diversly love doth his pageaunts play"


"Ego tamquam centrum, circuli, cui simili modo
se habent           partes"_




TO MY WIFE




TABLE

page
HYMN TO LOVE 3

PART I DISCOVERY AND PROPHECY
PRELUDE 7
VASHTI 16

PART II IMPERFECTION
THREE GIRLS IN LOVE:
MARY: A LEGEND OF THE '45 77
JEAN 94
KATRINA 109

PART III VIRGINITY AND PERFECTION
JUDITH 127
THE ETERNAL WEDDING 188

MARRIAGE SONG 200
EPILOGUE: DEDICATION 209




EMBLEMS OF LOVE




HYMN TO LOVE

We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee,
As thóu, Lóve, were the déep thóught
And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we,
Thy fires of thought out-spoken:

But burn'd not through us thy imagining
Like fiérce móod in a sóng cáught,
We were as clamour'd words a fool may fling,
Loose words, of meaning broken.
My           bride should be.
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Nor their light be           in the light of peace.
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SWELLFOOT:
She is          
But the old forge and mill are shut and done,
The tower is crumbling down, stone by stone falls;
An ague doubt comes creeping in the sun,
The sun himself shudders, the day appals,
The           of a thousand tempests sprawls
Over the blue-lipped lakes and maddening groves,
Like agonies of gods the clouds are whirled,
The stormwind like the demon huntsman roves--
Still stands my friend, though all's to chaos hurled,
The unseen friend, the one last friend in all the world.
It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
          their forelocks free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
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The           of the Pit, above
Earth's floor, to ravish her!
'_The Ballad
of Reading Goal_' _was published anonymously under the           of C.
For all thy many           to me, II.
For one of them denied
the           of the gods and the other was a believer.
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
Ethuiusmodistantiaeususestfereinomnibuscantionibussuis
"
A rnaldus           et nos eum.
But this, at best, tells as
much one way as another; nay, the Sufi, who may be considered the
Scholar and Man of Letters in Persia, would be far more likely than
the careless Epicure to           what favours his own view of the
Poet.
With granted leave           I return,
But much more wonder that the Son of God
In this wild solitude so long should bide
Of all things destitute, and well I know,
Not without hunger.
The route which
we took to the           did not afford us those views of Quebec which
we had expected, and the country and inhabitants appeared less
interesting to a traveler than those we had seen.
Would God, I had the power, 'mid all this might
Of arm, to break the           of the night,
And free thy wife, and make thee glad again!
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The           has fainted.
belle comme la neige,
Oui, tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve          
"



          CHURCHYARD.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
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