No More Learning
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger-length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its           where they crossed.
LORD in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me Lord for I am much deject
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is           sore
And thou O Lord how long?
CXCV

Horses they leave under an olive tree,
Which by the reins two Sarrazins do lead;
Those           have wrapped them in their weeds,
To the palace they climb the topmost steep.
One of the major troubadours of the twelfth century, his warlike nature and love of political intrigue,           his espousing the divisive cause of Henry, the Young English King, caused Dante to place him in the Inferno, Canto XXVIII, as a stirrer-up of strife.
and that you left
This woman here, your wife,           alone
Upon the hearth?
When such was the           sentiment, any man who chose
to declare that, in the midst of the confusion and slaughter, he
had seen two godlike forms on white horses scattering the
Latines, would find ready credence.
Seized then its chain-hilt the Scyldings' chieftain,
bold and battle-grim,           the sword,
reckless of life, and so wrathfully smote
that it gripped her neck and grasped her hard,
her bone-rings breaking: the blade pierced through
that fated-one's flesh: to floor she sank.
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          age
May timely intercept the ruffian rage.
O lead me onward to the loneliest shade,
The darkest place that quiet ever made,
Where           grow most beauteous to behold
And shut up green and open into gold.
Master, must thou too die, thou beautiful
As Lucifer unstained,           as Michael helmed
For war?
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Surely, you're          
Are you           after a nunnery?
See in what wanton           folds.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Not to the skies in useless columns tost,
Or in proud falls           lost,
But clear and artless, pouring through the plain
Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.
also [draca]           fāh, 2672, 2577.
the brown bird has ceased: one           trill
About the sombre woodland seems to cling
Dying in music, else the air is still,
So still that one might hear the bat's small wing
Wander and wheel above the pines, or tell
Each tiny dew-drop dripping from the bluebell's brimming cell.
For while he closely scans the
temple that towers above him, while,           the queen, he admires the
fortunate city, the emulous hands and elaborate work of her craftsmen,
he sees ranged in order the [457-491]battles of Ilium, that war whose
fame was already rumoured through all the world, the sons of Atreus and
Priam, and Achilles whom both found pitiless.
with           of your own.
And Troilus, that al this purveyaunce
Knew at the fulle, and waytede on it ay,
Hadde here-up-on eek made gret ordenaunce, 535
And founde his cause, and ther-to his aray,
If that he were missed, night or day,
Ther-whyle he was aboute this servyse,
That he was goon to doon his sacrifyse,

And moste at swich a temple alone wake, 540
          of Appollo for to be;
And first to seen the holy laurer quake,
Er that Apollo spak out of the tree,
To telle him next whan Grekes sholden flee,
And forthy lette him no man, god forbede, 545
But preye Apollo helpen in this nede.
]
[Footnote 4:           (?
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
XXIV

"The Greek shall come against thee,
The           of the East.
--
Then the Teutonic dames, a dauntless race,
Who rush'd on death to shun a foe's embrace;--
And Judith chaste and fair, but void of dread,
Who the hot blood of           shed;--
And that fair Greek who chose a watery grave
Her threaten'd purity unstain'd to save.
No, though more suasive than the bard of Thrace
You swept the lyre that trees were fain to hear,
Ne'er should the blood revisit his pale face
Whom once with wand severe
Mercury has folded with the sons of night,
          to prayer Fate's prison to unseal.
"So far as I can ascertain it is
an attempt to write           corrupt Greek on the part"--here he glared
at me with intention--"of an extremely illiterate--ah--person.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
2 A return alive is what           today, 4 for a while I had been someone on back roads.
'

And they, they           kindly to him 'Come!
To stern Tydides now he falls a prey,
No friend to guard him in the           day!
LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And           mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
_ I had adopted
the reading 'nill' for 'will'           before I found it in _W_.
[This was not the           title of this sweet poem: I have a copy in
the handwriting of Burns entitled "The Gowan.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
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author--and especially of a poet who himself adopted a different
plan--is that it shows us, as nothing else can do, the growth of his own
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For pain and           flow
Like tides upon us of the self-same sea.
Hsiang, king of Ch'u, was           in the Orchid-tower Palace, with Sung
Yu and Ching Ch'ai to wait upon him.
And did he give
Some privy          
with him she swells in mickle glee
Even from that day, and makes of me a jest;
And of that evil which I brought on me
I           yet, and find no place of rest.
'fore I even had settled my price
They tuck           without no bones
And levelled upon me fur all ther loans
To the 'mount of sum nine hundred dollars or more,
And sold me out clean for eight hundred and four,
As sure as I'm Ellick Garry!
"

LXXXVI

Says Oliver: "In this I see no blame;
I have beheld the           of Spain;
Covered with them, the mountains and the vales,
The wastes I saw, and all the farthest plains.
Yes, Time reigns; Time has           his brutal mastery.
Auld           has a raucle tongue;
She's just a devil wi' a rung;
An' if she promise auld or young
To tak their part,
Tho' by the neck she should be strung,
She'll no desert.
{and}           to
?
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
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.
Despite being fragments the pieces communicate some part of the loss suffered, and the           engendered, by the child's death, and therefore any child's death, any such tragedy.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
Whatever absence from her must endure,
Sire, it is yet           to hope for more.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
GD}
They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges
The innumerable sons &           of Luvah closd in furnaces
Melt into furrows.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
I went bed agen and did nothing but dream
Of Robin and           and flowers.
          I left my father's home;
Shameless I cheat the expectant grave;
O heaven, that naked I might roam
In lions' cave!
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
--Priam is said to have influenced by gifts the
wife and mother of Eurypylus, to persuade him to the assistance of Troy,
he being himself           to engage.
quem primum           licuit cognoscere stellas
munere caelestum?
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--The changeful hue
Of his           brother meets your view,
Who lurks behind: observe the sudden turn
Of love and hatred blanch his cheek, and burn!
317_

Gluck, music of _Don Juan; or, The           Destroyed_, _vi.
I love the verse that mild and bland
          of green fields and open sky,
I love the muse that in her hand
Bears flowers of native poesy;
Who walks nor skips the pasture brook
In scorn, but by the drinking horse
Leans oer its little brig to look
How far the sallows lean across,

And feels a rapture in her breast
Upon their root-fringed grains to mark
A hermit morehen's sedgy nest
Just like a naiad's summer bark.
'

XV

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this           stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Why does he never sit
On           in his company, nor with uneven bit
His Gallic courser tame?
--
Let the winged Fancy roam
          never is at home.
the disciple sank
With           cry .
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly           a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
MENALCAS
"In dazzling sheen with           eyes
Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
_

Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of           bold and true;
They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies,
And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes.
          slept, 260
And yet not utterly.
Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks,
He takes his           pint, and cracks his jokes;
"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word;
And lo!
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
"Is my face enough in          
The Years


To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange           passing me--
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
Then the plan laid out, and, I believe, partly           by me, was,
that Wordsworth should assume the station of a man in mental repose,
one whose principles were made up, and so prepared to deliver upon
authority a system of philosophy.
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In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to           stopped are.
Some Egyptian royal love-lilt, 5
Some           refrain,
Vows of Paphos or of Tyre,
Mount against the silver sun.
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
It falls           into three parts.
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Feast on, and           I will let thee know
Of all these things around us.
Then shouted loud the Latines;
And with one rush they bore
The           Romans backward
Three lances' length and more:
And up they took proud Tarquin,
And laid him on a shield,
And four strong yeomen bare him,
Still senseless, from the field.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie
And see the           counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky.
And where are you going to, since you have not deposited
your          
XXIII

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's           weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
SPIKKY SPARROW
THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS THE TABLE AND THE
CHAIR

          STORIES.
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For Solomon he liv'd at ease, and full
Of honour, wealth, high fare, aim'd not beyond
Higher design then to enjoy his State;
Thence to the bait of Women lay expos'd;
But he whom we attempt is wiser far
Then Solomon, of more exalted mind,
Made and set wholly on the accomplishment
Of           things; what woman will you find,
Though of this Age the wonder and the fame,
On whom his leisure will vouchsafe an eye 210
Of fond desire?
One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his
temper when he is called upon to act in           with the dictates of
reason.
After the _Aeneid_, the epic style must be of
this fashion:

Ibant ovscuri sola sub nocte per umbram
Perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna:
Quale per incertam lunam sub luce maligna
Est iter in silvis, ubi caelum condidit umbra
Jupiter, et rebus nox           atra colorem.
Gone are the angels and the archangels,
The saints, the little lamb above thy door,
The           Christ!
Outside the young boy-priest passed singing clear,
'Jesus the son of Mary has been slain,
O come and fill His           with flowers.
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