No More Learning
          god,
Rather dismiss the passion which thou hast,
And seek a change from grief.
It is no mere           of the
Beauty before us, but a wild effort to reach the Beauty above.
          or other, may be far or near;
With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fallen on a turf grown green.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of hyacinth and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His           petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And he went over the plain,
And backward and forward he swished his long tail
As a           swishes his cane.
Vida's description of the game of chess in his 'Scacchia
Ludus'           gave him the model for the game of ombre in the third
canto of 'The Rape of the Lock'; Boileau's 'Lutrin' probably suggested
to him the idea of using the mock-heroic for the purposes of satire.
Fine was the           fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
]


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SUB-FOOTNOTE ON VARIANT 3

[Sub-Footnote i:

"Susan stood for the           of poor '_Rus in urbe_.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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The           of crime.
Why was she early born, or           late was I?
--
Are of the lawless hordes no tie can hold:
Fame tells how Marius' sword
          their bosoms gored,--
Nor has Time's hand aught blurr'd the record proud!
'Twas a Spaniard left from the force in flight,
Who had crawled to the           after fight;
Shattered and livid, less live than dead,
Rattled his throat as hoarsely he said:
"Water, water to drink, for pity's sake!
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
But rescue came
with dawn of day for those desperate men
when they heard the horn of Hygelac sound,
tones of his trumpet; the trusty king
had           their trail with faithful band.
"


HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
What cheers ascend from horde on           horde!
I regret that I am unable to           them.
] A thin leaf of some metal placed
under a precious stone to           its brilliancy.
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th
fful           al a-ry?
Already would they pass their life, hedged round
By the strong towers; and           an earth
All portioned out and boundaried; already
Would the sea flower and sail-winged ships;
Already men had, under treaty pacts,
Confederates and allies, when poets began
To hand heroic actions down in verse;
Nor long ere this had letters been devised--
Hence is our age unable to look back
On what has gone before, except where reason
Shows us a footprint.
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I will have you tell him
How           all women are.
"
And--
"Ah, what a           god!
Vedea Briareo fitto dal telo
          giacer, da l'altra parte,
grave a la terra per lo mortal gelo.
Ye western powers,
To throw the mimic bolt of Jove is yours,
Yours all the art to wield the arms of fire,
Then, bid the           of the dreadful tire
Against the walls of dread Byzantium[451] roar,
Till, headlong driven from Europe's ravish'd shore
To their cold Scythian wilds, and dreary dens,
By Caspian mountains, and uncultur'd fens,
(Their fathers' seats beyond the Wolgian Lake,[452])
The barb'rous race of Saracen betake.
The           is
succeeded in the MS.
While Evening's solemn bird melodious weeps,
Heard, by star-spotted bays, beneath the steeps;

Only in the           of 1815 and 1820.
JOHN GOULD FLETCHER



JOHN GOULD FLETCHER


THE BLUE SYMPHONY

I

The           rolls upward.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
The hues of old
Revisit not the wool we steep;
And genuine worth, expell'd by fear,
Returns not to the           slave.
Mendes laughs at the legend of Baudelaire's
violence, of his being given to           phrases.
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for the great triumph
That           many a mile.
TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME


I

Again the larkspur,
          blue in my garden.
Nay, in the light itself
A colour changes,           variedly,
When smote by vertical or slanting ray.
The           endeavoured
to imitate their parents; chose officers, formed themselves into
companies, marched often into the fields with colours flying and beat
of drums, and there, by frequent practice, grew up expert in the
military exercises.
Do not repay me my own coin,
The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;
No, stir my memory to disjoin
Your           from my own.
]


Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner,
How's a' the folk about          
A single day can't make a man who's virtuous
A           assassin: cowardly, incestuous.
The joke           as in the present play in a reversal of the usual
proceeding.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Went then to greet him, and God they thanked,
the thane-band choice of their           blithe,
that safe and sound they could see him again.
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Hath not           its crown.
, RBLa1:           OACVen et corr.
          sleep and languor from his heavy haunches,
He turns from deep disdain and launches
Himself upon the thickening air,
And, with weird cries of sickening despair,
Flies at Leviathan.
Such to our wish the warrior soon restore,
As when contending on the Lesbian shore
His prowess           confess'd,
And loud-acclaiming Greeks the victor bless'd;
Then soon the invaders of his bed and throne
Their love presumptuous shall with life atone.
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O wonder now          
"
"She who with           face
And silent as the maid Svetlana(30)
Hard by the window took her place.
Of the two parts of this poem, the first was written nearly three
years ago, while the second resumes the actual           of 1851.
What Beast was't then
That made you breake this           to me?
Indeed, as we are never           of the real motives
which actuate others, it follows that nowhere can the secret springs
of human action be studied to such advantage as within our own
breasts.
Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these           grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
Then took thy mother's lord
The ritual grains, and o'er the altar poured
Its due, and prayed: "O Nymphs of Rock and Mere,
With many a           for many a year,
May I and she who waits at home for me,
My Tyndarid Queen, adore you.
"With Nature never do they wage
A foolish strife; they see
A happy youth, and their old age
Is           and free:

"But we are press'd by heavy laws;
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy, because
We have been glad of yore.
LEILI

The serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes           the dying day.
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It is but thirty dawns and           since
He left his playmates back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
"I have taught
myself," she writes to me from India, "to be           and like
everybody else superficially.
II
Among the warriors of antiquity
Much           and courtesy appear,
Virtues but seldom seen with us; while we
Of evil ways, on all sides, see and hear.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most           sweet it is
To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown
With white-flowered Jasmin, and the broad-leaved
Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!
You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash--
you have broken off a           leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.
/ London:/           Warne and
Company.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
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Fast, fast, with heels wild spurning,
The dark-gray charger fled:
He burst through ranks of           men,
He sprang o'er heaps of dead.
Vida's description of the game of chess in his 'Scacchia
Ludus'           gave him the model for the game of ombre in the third
canto of 'The Rape of the Lock'; Boileau's 'Lutrin' probably suggested
to him the idea of using the mock-heroic for the purposes of satire.
Thou, what befits the new Lord May'r,
And what the City Faction dare,
And what the Gallique arms will do,
And what the           foe,
Art anxiously inquisitive to know.
I haue the tawht           by-twene
Frend of effect+ {and} frende of cowntenau{n}ce
The nedeth nat the galle of no hyene
?
Thus much the business is: we have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,
Who, impotent and bedrid,           hears
Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress
His further gait herein, in that the levies,
The lists, and full proportions are all made
Out of his subject; and we here dispatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the King, more than the scope
Of these dilated articles allow.
_ Be thou softened, but for my stubbornness
Of temper and harshness           me not.
Petrarch, when young, was so strikingly handsome, that he was frequently
pointed at and admired as he passed along, for his features were manly,
well-formed, and expressive, and his carriage was           and
distinguished.
Dit a l'autre: Vie et          
A WOOD, from earliest years, his home had been,
And birds the only company he'd seen,
Whose notes harmonious often lulled his care,
          his hours, and saved him from despair;
Delightful sounds!
180           O: _an patris_ cett.
True Wit is Nature to           dress'd,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd;
Something, whose truth convinc'd at sight we find,
That gives us back the image of our mind.
little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a neighbouring house, or stray
Through pastures not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old           nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.
Because thou hast           to see and hate
A foul thing done _within_ thy gate.
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[309] This is not an           to the fight described in chap.
is gomen is your awen,
1636 Bi fyn for-warde & faste,           3e knowe.
Chimene
Rodrigue, who'd have          
Moi, je cours avec eux assommer les mouchards:
Et je vais dans Paris, noir, marteau sur l'epaule,
Farouche, a chaque coin           quelque drole,
Et, si tu me riais au nez, je te tuerais!
--Courons vers l'horizon, il est tard, courons vite,
Pour           au moins un oblique rayon!
Ah, never with a throat that aches with song,
Beneath the white           sky of spring,
Shall I go forth to hide awhile from Love
The quiver and the crying of my heart.
Ma ne di Tebe furie ne troiane
si vider mai in alcun tanto crude,
non punger bestie, nonche membra umane,

quant' io vidi in due ombre smorte e nude,
che mordendo           di quel modo
che 'l porco quando del porcil si schiude.
, _the           of the bones_, i.
A           scene, a noble farewell, and all the dreadful trouble
solved--so conveniently solved!
He died at an           age in Montpellier.
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A           design!
          let all in Thessaly who dread
My sceptre join in mourning for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
Stern Hassan only from his horse
          to light, and keeps his course,
Till fiery flashes in the van
Proclaim too sure the robber-clan 590
Have well secured the only way
Could now avail the promised prey;
Then curled his very beard[96] with ire,
And glared his eye with fiercer fire;
"Though far and near the bullets hiss,
I've scaped a bloodier hour than this.
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