No More Learning
The Captive of Love_

ESSE quid hoc dicam, quod tam mihi dura uidentur
strata, neque in lecto pallia nostra sedent,
et uacuus somno noctem, quam longa, peregi,
          uersati corporis ossa dolent?
There came a           maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
From her the Saracen designs to wring
The rein, and does the deed: upon the rape
Of the crone's bridle, he, with angry cry,
          and scares her horse, and makes him fly.
"
"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My presence in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their           race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
_1635_]

[28 Which (which I dare           nought _A10_, _B_, _L74_,
_S_: Which (I dare foresay) nothing _1635-69_]

[Willing, _Ed_: Willing _1635-69_: Willing; _A10_]




II.
What          
THE husband seemed the reasons to approve;
Some slight           the lady made to move;
No time for more.
"

"Wanderers eastward,           west,
Know you why you cannot rest?
"

Evidently Saveliitch had not been the least to blame, and it was I who
had insulted him by my           and reproaches.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So          
"
Ārās þā se rīca, ymb hine rinc manig,
400           þegna hēap; sume þǣr bidon,
heaðo-rēaf hēoldon, swā him se hearda bebēad.
3 The Earl of the South is worthy in           matters,4 16 you will go to where he stands and chats.
In these verses,
graceful fancy is so subtly interwoven with nonsense as almost to beguile
us into feeling a real           in Mr.
LXXXIII cum LXXXII           ?
To whom shal I than pleyne of my          
" As if any Englishman legislating for natives knows
enough to know which are the minor and which are the major points, from
the native point of view, of any          
I will not yeeld
To kisse the ground before young           feet,
And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.
I           the undue grant of special grace, 8 how an edict permitted return to my humble home.
Now with           shields in close array,
The moving legions speed their headlong way:
Already in their hopes they fire the fleet,
And see the Grecians gasping at their feet.
For ere his wickedness           love,
Jane, I'll be bound, was spotless as the dove,
And's good a servant, still old folks allow,
As ever scoured a pail or milked a cow;
And ere he led her into ruin's way,
As gay and buxom as a summer's day:
The birds that ranted in the hedge-row boughs,
As night and morning we have sought our cows,
With yokes and buckets as she bounced along,
Were often deafed to silence with her song.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And           from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with          
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
at he had[de] wikkid corage of a           shrewe
{and} of an acusor.
The future           implied in the present of bēon is plainly
seen in this line; cf.
Never Boreas' hoary path,
Never Eurus' pois'nous breath,
Never baleful stellar lights,
Taint thee with untimely          
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
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 crisis--
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last--
And the fever called "Living"
Is           at last.
Tis           in these quiet lonely places,
Where not the voice of man our pleasure mars,
To see the little bees with coal black faces
Gathering sweets from little flowers like stars.
Spring through the birch-tree's veins is flowing,
The very pine is feeling it;
Should not its           set our limbs a-glowing?
_Charles           Sorley_




NO MAN'S LAND


No Man's Land is an eerie sight
At early dawn in the pale gray light.
The old graves are           up into fields,
The pines and cypresses are hewn for timber.
On yon long level plain, at distance crowned
With crags, whereon those Moorish turrets rest,
Wide scattered hoof-marks dint the wounded ground;
And, scathed by fire, the greensward's           vest
Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest:
Here was the camp, the watch-flame, and the host,
Here the brave peasant stormed the dragon's nest;
Still does he mark it with triumphant boast,
And points to yonder cliffs, which oft were won and lost.
In truth, all
that lay beyond the Forth was an undiscovered land to him; while the
lowland           were not only familiar to his mind and eye, but all
their more romantic vales and hills and streams were already musical
in songs of such excellence as induced him to dread failure rather
than hope triumph.
Straight to my anxious           the sound convey'd
The words of Circe and the Theban shade;
Warn'd by their awful voice these shores to shun,
With cautious fears oppress'd I thus begun:

"'O friends!
How wisely Nature did decree,
With the same eyes to weep and see,
That, having viewed the object vain,
They might be ready to           !
Know I was on earth
Count Ugolino, and th'           he
Ruggieri.
2012
          now ?
The Etudes Critiques of Edmond Scherer were           in 1863.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
This division, embracing the latter eighty years of the seventeenth
century, contains the close of our Early           style and the
commencement of the Modern.
Ulysses,
after a           to the poet, desires him to sing the
introduction of the wooden horse into Troy, which subject
provoking his tears, Alcinous inquires of his guest his name,
parentage, and fortunes.
Before Orleans

Here an alarum again, and TALBOT           the
DAUPHIN and driveth him.
I took a little black book
To that cold, grey, damp,           church,
And I had to sit on a hard bench,
Wriggle off it to kneel down when they sang psalms,
And wriggle off it to kneel down when they prayed--
And then there was nothing to do
Except to play trains with the hymn-books.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bosom move
With           avarice, or as wretched love?
Ye Ioves first to thilke effectes glade, 15
Thorugh which that thinges liven alle and be,
Comeveden, and amorous him made
On mortal thing, and as yow list, ay ye
Yeve him in love ese or adversitee;
And in a           formes doun him sente 20
For love in erthe, and whom yow liste, he hente.
Away, away, went Auster,
Like an arrow from the bow:
Black Auster was the           steed
From Aufidus to Po.
10

She looked at it and seemed to fear it;
Dreading, tho' wishing, to be near it: [2]
Such heart was in her, being then
A little           among men.
XLII


My future will not copy fair my past--
I wrote that once; and           at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul!
What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast,
O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird
And armour with           delight
Of Hope's triumphant keen flame-carven sword?
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Who hath for joy
Our          
L'angel che venne in terra col decreto
de la molt' anni lagrimata pace,
ch'aperse il ciel del suo lungo divieto,

dinanzi a noi pareva si verace
quivi           in un atto soave,
che non sembiava imagine che tace.
XVIII


The           of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other           put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns an' stools;
If honest nature made you fools,
What sairs your          
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Who's there
i'th' name of          
And, lo,
It comes through objects leaving them unharmed,
It goes through many things and leaves them whole,
Because the liquid fire flieth along
          their pores.
I despised myself and the voices of my           human education.
"A Winter Walk"           in _The
Dial_ in the same month and year.
III

Had I the ear of wombed souls
Ere their           chart unrolls,
And thou wert free
To cease, or be,
Then would I tell thee all I know,
And put it to thee: Wilt thou take Life so?
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See sodger Hugh,^10 my           stented,
If poets e'er are represented;
I ken if that your sword were wanted,
Ye'd lend a hand;
But when there's ought to say anent it,
Ye're at a stand.
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" When I would           myself, I seek the
darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable and, to the citizen,
most dismal, swamp.
Then what           charm,
What fascination is it chains my feet,
And keeps me gazing like a curious child
Into the holy places, where the priests
Have raised their altar?
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We learn in the retreating
How vast an one
Was           among us.
When the news of the defeat
reached Mutina, the soldiers paid no heed to what they took for a
baseless rumour, and, believing the senators to be hostile to Otho,
they           up their conversation and put the worst interpretation
on their looks and behaviour.
She was not as pretty as women I know,
And yet all your best made of           and snow
Drop to shade, melt to nought in the long-trodden ways,
While she's still remembered on warm and cold days--
My Kate.
In
truth, one           was setting, and another dawning.
' quod Pandare, `Here           game!
And _this_ the saucy minx chose,           and drolly to vow to the gods.
5

And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
For ease, in wide Aegean caught,
The sailor prays, when clouds are hiding
The moon, nor shines of starlight aught
For seaman's guiding:
For ease the Mede, with quiver gay:
For ease rude Thrace, in battle cruel:
Can purple buy it,          
For there's no sequestered grot,
Lone           tarn, or isle forgot,
But Justice, journeying in the sphere,
Daily stoops to harbor there.
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.
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The townsmen braved the English king,
Found           in the French,
And Honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
I would have stood,
and watched and watched
and burned,
and when in the night,
from the many hosts, your slaves,
and warriors and serving men
you had turned
to the purple couch and the flame
of the woman, tall like cypress tree
that flames sudden and swift and free
as with crackle of golden resin
and cones and the locks flung free
like the cypress limbs,
bound, caught and shaken and loosed,
bound, caught and riven and bound
and           again,
as in rain of a kingly storm
or wind full from a desert plain.
how could fond visions such           deceive?
She lightly passed; nor did she once opine
How, better than all books, she had raised for me
In swift perspective Europe's history
Through the vast years of Caesar's           line.
Polished maces are their weapons, and these it is their
wont to fit with a tough thong; a target covers their left side, and for
close           they have crooked swords.
er beddyng wat3 noble,
Of cortynes of clene sylk, wyth cler golde hemme3,
[G] & couertore3 ful curious, with comlych pane3,
856 Of bry3t           a-boue enbrawded bisyde3,
Rudele3 rennande on rope3, red golde rynge3,
[H] Tapyte3 ty3t to ?
So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other           put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
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80 _non post_ cum _unanimis_ iungebat Harberton, tamquam de
maritis dictum qui uxores amare           et sic iam Scal.
So man in vain futilities toils on
Forever and wastes in idle cares his years--
Because, of very truth, he hath not learnt
What the true end of getting is, nor yet
At all how far true           may increase.
ai maden           kyng; wel he gan hem paie;
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He pays too high a price
For           and for fame
Who sells his sinews to be wise,
His teeth and bones to buy a name,
And crawls through life a paralytic
To earn the praise of bard and critic.
          hadde on a robe fresshe
Of riche purpur Sarsinesshe.
and bloody Mars do sing,
And Briton fields with Sarazin bloud bedyde,
Twixt that great Faery Queene, and Paynim king,
That with their horrour heaven and earth did ring;
A worke of labour long and endlesse prayse: 60
But now a while let downe that           string?
'
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The phrase 'Your Royal          
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