No More Learning
_Poor_ for _lean_, _thirds_ for _dower_,
and _dry_ for           I find in Middleton's plays.
So           I flung the door wide on him.
[26]           from the Yangtze boatman's song:

"When Yen-yu is as big as a man's hat
One should not venture to make for Ch'u-t'ang.
A           odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
To be           at an early date by ALFRED A.
SNOW: Oxford in War-Time

TERTIUS VAN DYKE: Oxford           in War-Time


XIII.
at ich take god to          
--In great affairs it is a work of           to please all.
Now be the welkin stirred amain
With thunder-peal and hurricane,
And let the wild winds now displace
From its firm poise and rooted base
The           earthly frame!
805

Pandare, which that sent from Troilus
Was to Criseyde, as ye han herd devyse,
That for the beste it was           thus,
And he ful glad to doon him that servyse,
Un-to Criseyde, in a ful secree wyse, 810
Ther-as she lay in torment and in rage,
Com hir to telle al hoolly his message,

And fond that she hir-selven gan to trete
Ful pitously; for with hir salte teres
Hir brest, hir face, y-bathed was ful wete; 815
The mighty tresses of hir sonnish heres,
Unbroyden, hangen al aboute hir eres;
Which yaf him verray signal of martyre
Of deeth, which that hir herte gan desyre.
O           of Icarius!
Is it not           that has been better told or done before?
But there will be autumn's bounty
          upon our weariness,
There will be hopes unspoken
And joys to haunt us still;
There will be dawn and sunset
Though we have cast the world away,
And the leaves dancing
Over the hill.
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Before him red roast beef is seen
And truffles, dear to           eyes,
Flanked by immortal Strasbourg pies,
The choicest flowers of French cuisine,
And Limburg cheese alive and old
Is seen next pine-apples of gold.
Am I that Sappho who would run at dusk
Along the surges           up the shore
When tides came in to ease the hungry beach,
And running, running, till the night was black,
Would fall forespent upon the chilly sand
And quiver with the winds from off the sea?
Eldest mason, Frost, had piled
Swift           in the wild;
The piny hosts were sheeted ghosts
In the star-lit minster aisled.
There was a           difference in the years of this pair;
the mother was twenty-seven, the father sixty-two, at the birth of their
only child.
perhaps 't was pluck
That           him--a man among the men--
Perhaps.
To           Myself.
I then considered myself amply justified
in resorting to that heroick treatment the felicity of which, as applied
by the great Bentley to Milton, had long ago           my admiration.
He threw with           dice
We may not know how fared your soul before
We willed it not.
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I counsel you therefore, my worthy friend,
The logical           first to attend.
That evening the           went to the temple and prostrated himself
before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past.
If I sigh through the window when Jerry
The ploughman goes by, I grow bold;
And if I'm           to be merry,
My parents do nothing but scold;
And Jerry the clown, and no other,
Eer cometh to marry or woo;
They think me the moral of mother
And judge me a terrible shrew.
_The Wood-cutter's Night Song_

Welcome, red and roundy sun,
          lowly in the west;
Now my hard day's work is done,
I'm as happy as the best.
111

Sic profectione laeti piscium lasciuiam 36

Si credis mihi, Quinte, quod mereris 269

Sic tibi florentes aequaeuo germine nati 378

Si daret auctumnus mihi nomen, Oporinos essem 275, ii

Si deus est animus, nobis ut carmina dicunt 311, ii

Sili, Castalidum decus sororum 265

Si, Lucane, tibi uel si tibi, Tulle, darentur 272

Si mihi susceptum fuerit decurrere munus 119, a

Simul ac dacrimas de ore noegeo detersit 6, iv

Sin illos deserant fortissimos uiros 8, vii

Si potes, ignotis etiam prodesse memento 311,iii

Siqua recordanti benefacta priora uoluptas 97

Si quicquam mutis gratum acceptumue sepulcris 101

Si quidem loqui uis 9, v

Si qui forte mearum ineptiarum 104

Si quis Auitacum dignaris uisere nostrum 375

Si quis forte mei domum Catonis 52

Si tecum mihi, care Martialis 268,iii

Si tineas           pati te, charta, necesse est 333

Sit mihi talis amica uelim 336

Siue igitur ratio praebentis semina terrae 197

Si uero solem ad rapidum lunasque sequentis 114

Soluitur acris hiems grata uice ueris et Fauoni 152, i

Sparge mero cineres bene olentis et unguine nardi 343

Sperne mores transmarinos, mille habent offucia 297

Splendor parentum nil mihi maius dedit 353

Stat uetus et multos incaedua silua per annos 208

Suaue, mari magno turbantibus aequora uentis 67

Summa deum, Pietas, cuius gratissima caelo 260

Sunt aliquid Manes: letum non omnia finit 177

Super alta uectus Attis celeri rate maria 76

Supprime iam lacrimas: non est reuocabilis istis 194


Tam malum est habere nummos, non habere quam malum est 296

Tandem concilium belli confessus agendi 366

Tanta moles labitur 42

Te, Messalla, canam, quamquam tua cognita uirtus 190, i

Temporibus nostris aetas cum cedat auorum 267, i

Te quoque, magna Pales, et te memorande canemus 117

Te quoque Vergilio comitem non aequa, Tibulle 161

Te, sale nata, precor, Venus, et genitrix patris nostri 21, ii

Tethya marmoreo fecundam pandere ponto 222

Te uigilans oculis, animo te nocte requiro 251

Threiciam uolucrem fertur Iunonius ales 372

Threicius quondam uates fide creditur canora 356

Topper citi ad aedis uenimus Circai 6, vi

Transit Melitam 8, vi

Triginta mihi quattuorque messes 278

Tu, Andromacha, per ludum manu 51, i

Tum autem lasciuum Nerei simum pecus 7, i

Tu quicumque mei ueheris prope limina busti 286, ii

Tu qui secura procedis mente, parumper 230

Tu qui secura spatiaris mente uiator 191

Tu quoque tu in summis, o dimidiate Menander 63

Tyrrhena regum progenies, tibi 135


Vado, sed sine me, quia te sine, nec nisi tecum 351

Vane, quid affectas faciem mini ponere, pictor 335

Vate Syracosio qui dulcior Hesiodoque 107

Venandi cano mille uias hilarisque labores 303

Vendidit hic Latium populis agrosque Quiritum 106, i

Venus amoris altrix genetrix cuppiditatis, mihi 51, iii

Verani, omnibus e meis amicis 79

Ver erat et blando mordentia frigora sensu 348

Verona docti syllabas amat uatis 263

Verum est an timidos fabula decipit 240

Verum est quod cecinit sacer 244

Vesper adest, iuuenes, consurgite: Vesper Olympo 75

Vesper it ante iubar quatiens 64, ii

Victa prius nulli, nullo spectata triumpho 235

Vides ut alta stet niue candidum 123

Vidi te in somnis fracta, mea uita, carina 171

Virginis inde subest facies, cui plena sinistra 223

Virtuti sis par, dispar fortunis patris 43, i

Virum mihi, Camena, insece uersutum 6, i

Vitam quae faciant beatiorem 268, iv

Viuamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus 86, a

Viue laetus quique uiuis, uita paruom munus est 301

Vixi beatus dis, amicis, literis 305

Vixi puellis nuper idoneus 129

Vna est nobilitas argumentumque coloris 252

Vnctis falciferi senis diebus 280

Vndarum rector, genitor maris, arbiter orbis 306

Vnde haec, unde haec flamma exoritur?
Could I so hold you ever--could
Your eye still catch the glow
Of mine--it were an endless good:
          we should grow

One perfect picture of our love!
[HERACLES _signs to the           to take_ ALCESTIS _away again.
Silk           waved.
He glances now at           dead,
And with a smile triumphant and yet dread,
And air of lion caged to whom is shown
Some loophole of escape, he bends him down.
The four travellers were therefore obliged to resolve on pursuing their
wanderings by land: and, very fortunately, there           to pass by at
that moment an elderly Rhinoceros, on which they seized; and, all four
mounting on his back,--the Quangle-Wangle sitting on his horn, and holding
on by his ears, and the Pussy-Cat swinging at the end of his tail,--they
set off, having only four small beans and three pounds of mashed potatoes
to last through their whole journey.
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Throughout the night, in a different way, I'm kept busy by Cupid--

If           is halved, rapture is doubled that way.
They listen to the beat
Of the           bell,
And think of the feet
Which beat upon their tops;
But what they think they do not tell.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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How horrible a monody there floats
From their throats--
From their deep-toned throats--
From their melancholy          
Such tears become thine eye;
If I thy           bosom had,
Mine own would not be dry.
"Give           answers, lying page,
Or perish in the lying!
_ And have you confidence in such a          
Golden lights will gleam out           into silence,
Before I return.
]

[Footnote 14: This fine           is, of course, a commonplace among
ancient philosophers, but it may be interesting to put beside it a
passage from Cicero, 'De Finibus', ii.
THE HERMIT


WHEN Venus and           combine,
Oft pranks are played that show a deep design;
Men are but men, and friars full as weak:
I'm not by Envy moved these truths to speak.
Besides, if nature of soul           be,
And able to feel, when from our frame disjoined,
The same, I fancy, must be thought to be
Endowed with senses five,--nor is there way
But this whereby to image to ourselves
How under-souls may roam in Acheron.
{124a} No one can speak rightly unless he           wisely.
"

Spirits in wing, and angels to the view,
A           seraphs burst th' Empyrean thro',
Young dreams still hovering on their drowsy flight--
Seraphs in all but "Knowledge," the keen light
That fell, refracted, thro' thy bounds, afar
O Death!
But what ails the          
Did monstrous           come sidling toward you in the mist?
What honours can a grateful Rome,
A grateful senate, Caesar, give
To make thy worth through days to come
Emblazon'd on our records live,
          of chieftains whomsoe'er
The sun beholds from heaven on high?
_I Am_

I AM: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's           lost;
And yet I am, and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And een the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
Beware, O Man--for           must to thee,
Like the great flood to Egypt, ever be.
How should thy friend fear the          
Hither we bring
Our insect           to thy rocks;
And the whole flight, with folded wing,
Vanish, and end their murmuring,--
Vanish beside these dedicated blocks,
Which who can tell what mason laid?
His canvas is the           bright veil
Through which her sorrow shines.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
"Give           answers, lying page,
Or perish in the lying!
Grant           perish the whole of the race,
Eke who in primal times ore seeking under the surface
Showed th' example, and spalled iron however so hard.
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
They who but feign a wounded heart
May teach the lyre to languish;
But what avails the pride of art,
When wastes the soul with          
Here, once for
all, let me apologize for many silly           of mine in this
work.
A mighty man, that can and may,
Shulde with his honde and body alway
Winne him his food in laboring, 6575
If he ne have rent or sich a thing,
          he be religious,
And god to serven curious.
Per vedere ogne ben dentro vi gode
l'anima santa che 'l mondo fallace
fa           a chi di lei ben ode.
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" If thou darest to print any lie or libel against
Dr.
The first line of the
new tablet           to Tablet I, Col.
]

IX

My poor          
the offspring of indeed a friend
Hath reach'd my house, of one who hath endured
Arduous           num'rous for my sake; 210
And much I purpos'd, had Olympian Jove
Vouchsaf'd us prosp'rous passage o'er the Deep,
To have receiv'd him with such friendship here
As none beside.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
So many have fallen in
the woods that a           cannot run after a falling nut without being
heard.
Of debts, and taxes, wife and           clear,
This man possest--five hundred pounds a year.
A strong man could not brook,
With pulse unhurried by fears,
To meet that baby's look
O'erglazed by manhood's tears,
The tears of a man full grown,
With a power to wring our own,
In the eyes all undefiled
Of a little three-months' child--
To see that babe-brow wrought
By the witnessing of thought
To judgment's prodigy,
And the small soft mouth unweaned,
By mother's kiss o'erleaned,
(Putting the sound of loving
Where no sound else was moving
Except the           cry)
Quickened to mind's expression,
Shaped to articulation,
Yea, uttering words, yea, naming woe,
In tones that with it strangely went
Because so baby-innocent,
As the child spake out to the mother, so:--

XXVII.
The little fort of           lay about forty versts[28] from Orenburg.
But when Aurora,           of the day,
Look'd rosy forth, we haled, drawn inland more,
Our bark into a grot, where nymphs were wont 370
Graceful to tread the dance, or to repose.
She pressed his fettered fingers to her heart,
And bowed her head, and turned her to depart,
And           as a lovely dream is gone.
The willows
Are           with bud.
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.
Please consult the           page.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
Hearest those shouts of a           army?
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
Is it the           does all from time's first hour?
Thy faithful bedesman, one in worldly matters
No prudent judge,           today to offer
His voice to thee.
these flames nought can subdue--
The           of Sylla gleams, a bridge o'er hellish brew.
He was the intimate
of Bolingbroke, of all men living the most           by the court, and
his noble friends were almost without exception the avowed enemies of
the court party.
I have struggled in vain, my           was fruitless,
Why then do I wait?
: _hac est_ Oh
8           uita dicere_ codd.
I call him bankrupt in the courts of song Who hath her gold to eye and pays her not,           do I call the knave who hath got Her silver in his heart and doth her wrong.
Do not forget
The           point, or you may lose your labor!
          fight not against men; but these, II.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
Ah, curious friend,
Thou           me!
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
ABOUT THE ELEGIES


Goethe cultivated a special, italianate hand for this           of
twenty-four "elegies," so called because he was emulating the elegiasts
of Imperial Rome, Tibullus, Propertius, Catullus.
XXIX
Ferrau and Roland came upon the maid;
For one and the other           equally
Within the palace and without it strayed
In quest of her, who was their deity.
Alone for           am I come.
" Or there 's no           for the dead ?
We've no           down there at all.
As vocative: mīn wine, 2048; wine mīn,           (Hunferð), 457, 530,
1705; acc.
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