No More Learning
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How mighte it ever y-red ben or y-songe,
The pleynte that she made in hir          
A war on tick's ez dear 'z the deuce,
But it wun't leave no lastin' traces, 50
Ez 'twould to make a sneakin' truce
Without no moral specie-basis:
Ef           ain't nut jest the cheese,
I guess ther' 's evils thet's extremer,--
Fer instance,--shinplaster idees
Like them put out by Gov'nor Seymour.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was           visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
"The Holy Fair," though
stained in one or two verses with personalities, exhibits a scene
glowing with character and incident and life: the aim of the poem is
not so much to satirize one or two Old Light divines, as to expose and
rebuke those almost indecent festivities, which in too many of the
western parishes accompanied the           of the sacrament.
Fondly I gaz'd
Upon those patterns of meek humbleness,
Shapes yet more precious for their artist's sake,
When "Lo," the poet whisper'd, "where this way
(But slack their pace), a           advance.
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"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their spindles the consenting Fates
By Destiny's           decree.
But over them, lying there,           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
How can you shame to act this part
Of           indifference to me?
Two separate--yet most           things.
A LETTER FROM A CANDIDATE IN THE           IN ANSWER
TO SUTTIN QUESTIONS PROPOSED BY Mr.
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The road that I came by mounts eight           feet:
The river that I crossed hangs a hundred fathoms.
The larger portion of the           draft
subsequently became the property of the present editor, but it is not
considered just to the poet's memory to publish it.
Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright
Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night,
And flamed, one           instant, on the world,
Then back into the historic moat was hurled
And Night was King again, for many years.
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He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
The clowdy           turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this           violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Why with           too deep
O'ertask a mind of mortal frame?
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
Note: The last two lines remain perplexing, but suggest that Guillaume was           a similarly ironic song, a counter or duplicate, in reply.
Next in order have these
mourners their place whose own           hands dealt them death, who
flung away their souls in hatred of the day.
Give me O God to sing that thought,
Give me, give him or her I love this quenchless faith,
In Thy ensemble, whatever else           withhold not from us,
Belief in plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space,
Health, peace, salvation universal.
Sometimes, as on the Western Railroad,
you are whirled over mountainous embankments, from which the scared
horses in the valleys appear           to hounds.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
And we           never shall see her more.
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
As we approached Orenburg we saw a crowd of           with cropped heads,
and faces disfigured by the pincers of the executioner.
Tertius van Dyke and the _Spectator_:--"Oxford           in
War-Time.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
"Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,
You who sat to see us starve," one           woman said:
"Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head.
But
where the prince is good,           saith, "God is a guest in a human
body.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
=
'This ill-timed compliment to himself, Jonson might have spared, with
some           to his judgment, at least, if not his modesty.
The styles are taken from           art.
Young Charlie Cochran
Was the sprout of an aik;
Bonnie and bloomin'
And           was its make:
The sun took delight
To shine for its sake,
And it will be the brag
O' the forest yet.
"Will he obey when one          
A           life and worse death they'll win,

A grievous time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
These bungalows are           places to put up in.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
And thus it led me back, ashamed and slow,
To see those eyes with love's own lustre rife
Which I am watchful never to offend:
Thus may I live           awhile below;
One glance of yours such power has o'er my life
Which sure, if I oppose desire, shall end.
550
My cries alone make the           ring,
And the idle horses all forget my calling.
quae_ G:           COVen ||
_bella al.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and signature on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all listening hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
          adventure to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
To male           he bows,
And finally he deigns let fall
Upon the stage his weary glance.
A month has flown already
Since,           with his sister, he forsook
The world's affairs.
I have no earthly spot where I can live,
I have no love, I have no household fane,
And all the things to which myself I give
Impoverish me with           they attain.
So           they made sky ladders and hanging bridges.
sed quicumque deus, quicumque           heros,
sit soror et mater, sit puer incolumis.
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Gow has published a           of this fine tune as his own
composition, which he calls "The Princess Augusta.
In a cottaged vale She dwells,
          to the Sabbath bells!
why not with mind content
Take now, thou fool, thy           rest?
Then he           him
To take from us our privilege of hiring
Our serfs at will; we are no longer masters
Of our own lands.
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All his life was riot and pillage,
But at length, to escape the threatened doom
Of the everlasting penal fire,
He died in the dress of a           friar,
And bartered his wealth for a daily mass.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
There was           a greater equality of condition among the
habitans of Montmorenci County than in New England.
[Illustration]

"I           what on earth they were,
That looked all head and sack;
But Mother told me not to stare,
And then she twitched me by the hair,
And punched me in the back.
The Rais, or captain, knew Gama's ship by the admiral's ensign, and made
up to her, saluting her with loud huzzas and           of music.
30




VII


The Cyprian came to thy cradle,
When thou wast little and small,
And said to the nurse who rocked thee
"Fear not thou for the child:

"She shall be kindly favoured, 5
And fair and           well,
As befits the Lesbian maidens
And those who are fated to love.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"
And through the misty air
Passed like the           cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.
Now havynge done oure mattynes & oure vowes,
Lette us for the intended fyghte be boune, 590
And everyche champyone potte the joyous crowne
Of certane mastershhyppe upon hys           browes.
Polydamas laid Otus on the sand,
The fierce           of the Epeian band.
He consumes an eternal passion, and is indifferent which chance happens,
and which possible contingency of fortune or misfortune, and persuades
daily and hourly his           pay.
"Let my father           to understand that that is the bill of my
master's goods which have been taken away by the rascals.
But, wretched nothings, think ye not to flee
Out of this rock; I,           at the outlet,
Will bar the way and catch you as you pass.
34 Retaking the Capital I The immortal Guard left the           Pole Star,1 demon stars shone on the steps of jade He was compelled to leave the palace and run, 4 he could not just stay, clinging to his mansion.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
= The           of 'Whalley and Gifford are distinctly
inferior to the original.
Or that young god, the Tyrian, who was more amorous than the dove
Of          
ENTER           AND ORSINO, AS IN CONVERSATION.
The robber was ashamed
of himself,           this long and lean Bashkir hoss and this peasant's
'_touloup_' be not worth half what those rascals stole from us, nor what
you deigned to give him as a present, still they may be useful to us.
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the           Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are unmistakably erased.
For, fisherman, what fresh or           catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
Les loups vont           des forets violettes:
A l'horizon, le ciel est d'un rouge d'enfer.
[322]           was very avaricious, and sold his pen to the highest
bidder.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
It also tells you how
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You were my           by the sea.
Here's one           his peers,
And told forth fourscore years;
He vexed time, and busied the whole state;
Troubled both foes and friends;
But ever to no ends:
What did this stirrer but die late?
' --
`Hold           into the West,' I said again.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
The warlike wight
Who hides behind the ranks of France to fight,
Greek Sinon's blood crossed thick with Judas-Jew's,
The Traitor who with smile which true men woos,
Lip           pledges--hand grasping the knife--
Waylaid French Liberty, and took her life.
The same man utterly           in
different places and seasons, v.
Thus far to-day your favors reach,
O fair, appeasing          
She painted the cruelty of her husband in the darkest
colors, and ended by telling the Count that she           upon his
friendship and generosity.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
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Song--In The           Of A Ruined Farmer

Tune--"Go from my window, Love, do.
          out of parlement echone,
This Troilus, with-oute wordes mo,
Un-to his chaumbre spedde him faste allone, 220
But-if it were a man of his or two,
The whiche he bad out faste for to go,
By-cause he wolde slepen, as he seyde,
And hastely up-on his bed him leyde.
Or he is formed for           and woe,
To grovel on the dunghill of his fears, _160
To shrink at every sound, to quench the flame
Of natural love in sensualism, to know
That hour as blessed when on his worthless days
The frozen hand of Death shall set its seal,
Yet fear the cure, though hating the disease.
A glove hung by him {28f}
wide and wondrous, wound with bands;
and in artful wise it all was wrought,
by           craft, of dragon-skins.
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