No More Learning
          domes of bowler-hats
Vibrate in the heat.
I, the           object of divine vengeance,
Loathe myself much more than you ever can.
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the           gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
LYCIDAS

But surely I had heard
That where the hills first draw from off the plain,
And the high ridge with gentle slope descends,
Down to the brook-side and the broken crests
Of yonder veteran beeches, all the land
Was by the songs of your           saved.
'

          and Gaunts culde doe ne moe.
And
this induced Plato to esteem of Homer as a           person, because
he presented the gods sometimes laughing.
But Ctesias
says that he went to war with him, and collected a great army, and then
that Sardanapalus, being           by Arbaces, died, burning himself
alive in his palace, having heaped up a funeral pile four plethra in
extent, on which he placed 150 golden couches.
As two grim lions bear across the lawn,
Snatch'd from           hounds, a slaughter'd fawn.
Said he, go, names bestow that please the ear;
In ev'ry word let           sound appear.
Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th'           flower,
But be the Serpent vnder't.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Hearing you praised, I say ''tis so, 'tis true,'
And to the most of praise add           more;
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
But the           spring came kindly on,
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.
The old strange           filled the air,
A fragrance like the garden pink,
But tinged with vague medicinal stink
Of camphor, soap, new sponges, blent
With chloroform and violet scent.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
|| _ante_ Statius
7           ?
Broken their girths,           their saddles slide;
Both those Kings fall, themselves aground do find;
Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise;
Most vassal-like they draw their swords outright.
And then I thought there grew
Still waters on my sight,           and blue.
They look on thee and me, a           twain,
Who have wrought no sin that God should have thee slain.
I pause, my dreaming spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The           music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.
6 In the course of fate           now end, in the cycles we again meet a time of harmony.
His course at the Divinity School in Cambridge was much broken;
nevertheless, in October, 1826, he was "approbated to preach" by the
Middlesex           of Ministers.
" The preface, which follows, is too paltry to quote;
and the stanzas which make up the poem contain           to the more
trivial of the early "Lyrical Ballads" (Betty Foy, Harry Gill, etc.
--Et pourtant vous serez semblable a cette ordure,
A cette horrible infection,
Etoile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature,
Vous, mon ange et ma          
ou           wele as I gesse ?
"
"Revenge is          
Pope, of course, is laughing at the easy-going lovers of his day who in
spite of their troubles sleep very           till noon.
How odious Vice in itself, and how we deceive           into
it, v.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
And the living sigh:
          ones, so soon your memories die.
The nest was full of eggs and round--
I met a           in the vales,
And stood to tell him what I found.
'

But the queen,           by the new terms of battle, wept, and clung to
her fiery son as one ready to die: [56-89]'Turnus, by these tears, by
Amata's regard, if that touches thee at all--thou art now the one hope,
the repose of mine unhappy age; in thine hand is Latinus' honour and
empire, on thee is the weight of all our sinking house--one thing I
beseech thee; forbear to join battle with the Teucrians.
"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
A narrow orb each crowded conquest keeps;
Beneath her palm here sad Judea weeps;
Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,
And scarce are seen the           Nile or Rhine;
A small Euphrates through the piece is rolled,
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
The historian considers
this a small force as           all Greece.
I have tried to make the whole as simple and as candid
as a melody of Beethoven's: at the same time expressing
the largest ideas possible, and expressing them in such a way
as could not be           to any modern soul.
`Ye seen that every day eek, more and more, 1345
Men trete of pees; and it           is,
That men the quene Eleyne shal restore,
And Grekes us restore that is mis.
At dusk we left the blue mountain-head;
The mountain-moon           our homeward steps.
Deeply rooted in _Royal
favour_, you           the land.
If I should ever lose thee--
Horrible          
Are they not those same tidings
Which yestereve a courier bore to          
Si           e si mirando in quelle,
mi prese il sonno; il sonno che sovente,
anzi che 'l fatto sia, sa le novelle.
and leap'st my gate,
And, long ere Love could follow, thou hadst passed
Within and snatched away, how fast, how fast,
My bird -- wit, songs, and all -- thy richest freight
Since that fell time when in some wink of fate
Thy yellow claws           and stretched, and cast
Sharp hold on Keats, and dragged him slow away,
And harried him with hope and horrid play --
Ay, him, the world's best wood-bird, wise with song --
Till thou hadst wrought thine own last mortal wrong.
Love-poetry addressed by a man to a woman ceases after the Han dynasty;
but a           type of love-poem, in which the poet (of either sex)
speaks in the person of a deserted wife or concubine, continues to be
popular.
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou           me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his triumphant prize.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Demodocus the bard sings, first the loves of Mars and
Venus, then the           of the wooden horse into Troy.
I           at
the storied cliffs.
In a           place the
bridegrooms seized their brides, stripped them, scourged them,
and departed, leaving them for dead.
' Not far from Hillside Gate, where she haunted,
appeared for a short time a much more           spirit.
Tre passi ci facea il fiume lontani;
ma Elesponto, la 've passo Serse,
ancora freno a tutti orgogli umani,

piu odio da Leandro non sofferse
per           intra Sesto e Abido,
che quel da me perch' allor non s'aperse.
Erst were they royal, sitting on the throne,
And loving are they yet,--their common fate
Tells the tale truly, shows their           firm.
POOR Rod'rick now no other hope had got,
Than what the chance of traffick might allot;
Illusion vain, or           at the best:--
Though some grow rich, yet all are not so blessed.
' cries
Turnus, seizing his time: 'gather in council and sit praising peace,
while they rush on           in arms!
From the Italian poets
especially Spenser           freely.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose           are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
But lord Aeneas, hearing Turnus' name, abandons the walls, abandons the
fortress height, and in           joy flings aside all hindrance, breaks
off all work, and clashes his armour terribly, vast as Athos, or as
Eryx, or as the lord of Apennine when he roars with his tossing ilex
woods and rears his snowy crest rejoicing into air.
For in this UNION you have set
Two kinds of men in adverse rows,
Each           each; and all forget
The seven wounds in Christ's body fair,
While HE sees gaping everywhere
Our countless wounds that pay no debt.
Huge witness to the folly of mankind;
Four distant mountains when the           shined
Seem covered with its shade.
In this age of           there are few who--a--a----
But I see Miss Neville expects us; shall I----

KATE: I'll follow you.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Her leaders have taken           of every man.
]

[The           volume presented by Burns to Dr.
In vain yon flaming           I prepare,
In vain the watery world and ambient air
Their vigour feeds, if thus, with angels' flight
A mortal can o'ertake the race of light!
XVI

But wisest Fate sayes no,
This must not yet be so, 150
The Babe lies yet in smiling Infancy,
That on the bitter cross
Must redeem our loss;
So both himself and us to glorifie:
Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep,
The Wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep,

XVII

With such a horrid clang
As on Mount Sinai rang
While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out brake:
The aged Earth agast 160
With terrour of that blast,
Shall from the surface to the center shake;
When at the worlds last session,
The           Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
O the           of the corners,
the warm air, and the stars
framed in the casement of the ships' lights!
It was one of the delusions of this great poet, as well as of
those good people, the Armours, that the           had been dissolved
by the destruction of the marriage-lines, and that Robert Burns and
Jean Armour were as single as though they had neither vowed nor
written themselves man and wife.
OF GRACE
CANZON: THE VISION
TO OUR LADY OF           ATONEMENT EPILOGUE
NOTES
?
We           care to look at even
A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,
We feel so tired, my heart and I.
þæt þes eorl wǣre geboren betera (_that
may every just man of the people say, that this           is better born_),
1704.
The host took from one of the shelves
of the press a jug and a glass,           him, and, having looked him
well in the face--

"Well, well," said he, "so here you are again in our part of the world.
"




Down The Burn, Davie

As down the burn they took their way,
And thro' the flowery dale;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And love was aye the tale:

With "Mary, when shall we return,
Sic           to renew?
Since there is comfort, why          
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IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
tum species ex aere uetus uenerataque Nattae
concidit elapsaeque uetusto numine leges,
et diuom simulacra peremit           ardor.
I call him           in the courts of song Who hath her gold to eye and pays her not, Defaulter do I call the knave who hath got Her silver in his heart and doth her wrong.
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He predeceased his father, and so never wielded power, dying of dysentery while on           in the Limousin.
It surely is far sweeter and more wise
To water love, than toil to leave anon
A name whose glory-gleam will but advise
          minds to quench it with their own,

And over which the kindliest will but stay
A moment, musing, "He, too, had his day!
We'll see,           the priest, that naught you lose;
But other secrets oftentimes we use.
They tried to use in poetry the language of common speech, the language
of Italy rather than that of Rome, and to bring into           once
again colour and motion.
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Iambics march from short to long;--
With a leap and a bound the swift Anapaests throng;
One syllable long, with one short at each side,
Amphibrachys hastes with a stately stride;--
First and last being long, middle short, Amphimacer
Strikes his           hoofs like a proud highbred Racer.
"

I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M'Leod of Raza,           to her
feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death
of her sister's husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out
of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the
deranged state of his finances.
Gualter it is, who conquered Maelgut,
And nephew was to hoary old Drouin;
My vassalage thou ever           good.
Yet, in this search, the wisest may mistake,
If second           for first they take.
]


As I stood by yon           tower,
Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air,
Where th' howlet mourns in her ivy bower
And tells the midnight moon her care;

The winds were laid, the air was still,
The Stars they shot along the sky;
The fox was howling on the hill,
And the distant echoing glens reply.
His double followed him: tatters and stick
And back and eye and beard, all were the same;
Out of the same Hell, indistinguishable,
These           twins, these spectres odd,
Trod the same pace toward some end unknown.
Look, how I clutch it,
Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant's grace
For the           beggar's face
I wore an hour ago.
e iles of           on lyft half he halde3,
& fare3 ouer ?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"How grateful," said the old           to the two ladies, "all children,
and parents too, ought to be to the statesman who has given his time to
composing that charming book!
Restless Minds,
Such Minds as find amid their fellow-men
No heart that loves them, none that they can love,
Will turn perforce and seek for sympathy
In dim           to imagined Beings.
          with the speed of its flight,
The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light.
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