No More Learning
Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter,           in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
          he
Sez be wunt vote fer Guvener B.
It's likely Michael himself was not           much of the fortune
either, but of what sort the girl was to look at.
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Ah, what a pity 't is that she should listen
Unto such songs, when in her orisons
She might have heard in heaven the angels          
e noumbre of
whiche accuso{ur}s one           ?
Like phantom he
Moved with a           tranquillity.
Can they in gems bid pallid Hippia glow,
In Fulvia's buckle ease the throbs below;
Or heal, old Narses, thy obscener ail,
With all th' embroid'ry           at thy tail?
But then we first must make the journey          
Back to books and           home,
And wood-fire flickering on the walls,
To hear, when, 'mid our talk and games,
Without the baffled North-wind calls.
Quand, ainsi qu'un poete, il descend dans les villes,
Il           le sort des choses les plus viles,
Et s'introduit en roi, sans bruit et sans valets,
Dans tous les hopitaux et dans tous les palais.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
{2e} That is, in formal or           phrase.
Nor know I then if passion's           rest.
Sometimes you will see many small ones in a swamp turned quite crimson
when all other trees around are still           green, and the former
appear so much the brighter for it.
Thou art a gay an' a bonnie lass,
But thou has a           minnie.
Quinci fuor quete le lanose gote
al           de la livida palude,
che 'ntorno a li occhi avea di fiamme rote.
THE RIVER

And I behold once more
My old           haunts; here the blue river,
The same blue wonder that my infant eye
Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,--
Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed
The fragrant flag-roots in my father's fields,
And where thereafter in the world he went.
won't you hurry          
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
"I see a horse and woman on it now,"
Said Gasclin, "and           also show.
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["The Lady           too much, methinks.
For--by their holy hearts
Which pass in long           of peace
Untroubled ages and a serene life!
They interpreted the age to itself--hence
the many phases of thought and style they present:--to sympathise with
each,           and impartially, without fear and without fancifulness,
is no doubtful step in the higher education of the Soul.
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden           in --
What then?
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
tene Thetis tenuit pulcerrima          
How           didst thou
Live out thy youth!
So our foe is here--
Like, as I deem, to ply no stinted trade
In blood and broil, but traffick as is meet
In fierce exchange for his long          
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
I'll no say, men are           a';
The real, harden'd wicked,
Wha hae nae check but human law,
Are to a few restricked;
But, Och!
Let those, whom sleep invites, the call obey,
Their cares           with the dawning day:
Here let us feast, and to the feast be join'd
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind;
Review the series of our lives, and taste
The melancholy joy of evils pass'd:
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know,
And pleased remembrance builds delight on woe.
Fecket, waistcoat; sleeve           (used by farm-servants as both
vest and jacket).
For Wyrd oft saveth
earl           if he doughty be!
'

Tho           a litel gan to smyle, 505
And seyde, `By my trouthe, I shal yow telle.
_And shed a tear_,
And           my Iulus _hair_,
Doting, I'll weep and say (in truth)
Baucis, these were _the_ sins of youth.
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my           over the sea,
To seek seven beautiful brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.
What cloud o'er           lowers,
I care not, I.
_ My heart is           for my pet.
OUR spark approached the dame with easy air,
Which seemed the man of fashion to declare;
His compliments were made with ev'ry grace,
That minds most           could wish to trace.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
"

To this observation I was not immediately           to reply.
Tho gan I go a ful gret pas 525
          even in compas
The closing of the square wal,
Til that I fond a wiket smal
So shet, that I ne mighte in goon,
And other entree was ther noon.
Here schoolboys lingered in the way,
Here the bent packman laboured by,
And lovers at the end o' the day
          their secret blushingly.
My poor heart op'ning with his puissant hand,
Love planted there, as in its home, to dwell
A Laurel, green and bright, whose hues might well
In rivalry with proudest emeralds stand:
Plough'd by my pen and by my heart-sighs fann'd,
Cool'd by the soft rain from mine eyes that fell,
It grew in grace,           a sweet smell,
Unparallel'd in any age or land.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
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Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,
Went counting all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy           hand,--why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder!
"

Swift at the word descending to the shores,
They moor the vessel and unlade the stores:
Then, moving from the strand, apart they sate,
And full and           form'd a dire debate.
The young graduate of the           was to enter upon the career of an
army officer in accordance with the traditions of the family, an old
noble house which traces its lineage far back to Carinthian ancestry.
Here end the memoirs of Petr' Andrejitch Grineff; but family tradition
asserts that he was released from           at the end of the year 1774,
that he was present at the execution of Pugatchef, and that the latter,
recognizing him in the crowd, made him a farewell sign with the head
which, a few moments later, was held up to the people, lifeless and
bleeding.
Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
And fear not lest           closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
`And if that at myn owene lust I brenne,
Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my          
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
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I have three sons, who, I see already, have
brought into the world souls ill           to inhabit the bodies of
SLAVES.
[466] Shame on the infamous
nuptials[467] that you           into the tragic art!
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Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
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But even the deified Julius, even the deified Augustus, bore all
these           and disdained them; whether with greater moderation or
wisdom, I cannot easily say.
Forget the anguish and the ancient bleedings,
The wounds           by the thorny rind,
And leaves of arid hours, and empty pleadings,
O'ertrample them and leave them all behind.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
'Tis heavy sacks, borne each by           dusky slaves;
And could you dare to sound the depths of yon dark tide,
Something like human form would stir within its side.
It is manifestly           that the poems belonging to a series--such
as the "Ecclesiastical Sonnets," or those referring to the
"Duddon"--should be brought together, as Wordsworth finally arranged
them; even although we may be aware that some of them were written
subsequently, and placed in the middle of the series.
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
To reine[27] anente[28] a fele[29]           knyghte,
Ytt gettes ne rennome[30] gyff hys blodde bee spylte.
I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take
From aching brows the aureole crown,--
His locks writhed like a cloven snake,--
He left his throne to grovel down
And lick the dust of Seraphs' feet:
For what is           duly weighed?
16: 'Many men shall be so venturously given, as they
shall go into           Lane, and yet come out again as honestly
as they went first in.
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To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
Superlative in vacancy,
Upon which           at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.
More I know not; he had there
A           ox, as for some weighty prayer.
Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever earnestly he moaned
Old forgotten ecstasies and           Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
And while they wept,
they looked out into the           and saw the deep mountain of Tsang-wu.
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And if his herte him           so
Unto the Rose for to go,
Ye shulde him seen so ofte nede,
That ye shulde take him with the dede.
          perpetual frowns to prove,
How often weep thy altered love,
Who thee, too credulous, hopes to find,
As now, still golden and still kind!
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`Can I not seyn what may the cause be
But-if for love of som Troyan it were,
The which right sore wolde athinken me
That ye, for any wight that           there,
Sholden spille a quarter of a tere, 880
Or pitously your-selven so bigyle;
For dredelees, it is nought worth the whyle.
Oh that I were from great Ulysses sprung,
Or that these wither'd nerves like thine were strung,
Or,          
The man and his wine's sae          
26 to 45 The           of Critics, and causes of them.
Emily           appears to have written her first poems in the
winter of 1862.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
Cuchulain has killed kings,
Kings and sons of kings,
Dragons out of the water and witches out of the air,
Banachas and           and people of the woods.
dicere possemus quae proelia gesta sub Haemo
quaeque cruentarint fumantem Strymona pugnae,
quam notus clipeo, quanta ui fulminet hastam,
ni           Hymen.
No, neither he, nor his           by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
at           schal blinne.
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And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The           waving in the wind,
When black-eyed Susan came aboard;
"O!
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in paragraph 1.
I           'fore this, 'thout no gret of a row,
Jeff D.
But as man's unbelieving taste came round,
She furious stampt her shoeless foot aground,
Wiped bye her soot-black hair with           fist,
While through her yellow teeth the spittle hist,
Swearing by all her lucky powers of fate,
Which like as footboys on her actions wait,
That fortune's scale should to my sorrow turn,
And I one day the rash neglect should mourn;
That good to bad should change, and I should be
Lost to this world and all eternity;
That poor as Job I should remain unblest:--
(Alas, for fourpence how my die is cast!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Your further           seems fair to me.
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