No More Learning
"If I could           her father,
That fierce and rich old Councillor,
Not to despise my suit
But let me speak to his daughter,
I would esteem it more
Than the rank of a Grandee of Spain,
A cargo of spices from Java
Or a galleon laden with silver.
The civilized nations--Greece, Rome, England--have been           by
the primitive forests which anciently rotted where they stand.
From thy Sire's to his           subject's breast
Is linked the electric chain of that despair,
Whose shock was as an earthquake's, and oppressed
The land which loved thee so, that none could love thee best.
[[pope crosst           com, & ?
at he euer come,
For he schal haue           lyf; forto a?
That           his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
THE TREE
CONTENTS
PERSONAE
LA FRAISNE 5 CINO 7 NA AUDIART
VILLONAUD FOR THIS YULE II A VILLONAUD, BALLAD OF THE GIBBET 12 MESMERISM 14 FAMAM           CANO
IN TEMPORE SENECTUTIS 17
CAMARADERIE
FOR E.
The lily I           for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
Private Dormer was           "'orrid bad.
Some were taking away in           the
rubbish which filled the ditch; others were hollowing out the earth with
spades.
His spirit responds to his country's spirit: he
incarnates its           and natural life and rivers and lakes.
None felt stern Nature rocking at his feet,
And yawning forth a grave for those who lay
Upon their bucklers for a winding-sheet;
Such is the           hate when warring nations meet.
Sweet, sumptuous fables of Baghdad
The splendours of your court recall,
The torches of a           Nights
Blaze through a single festival;
And Saki-singers down the streets,
Pour for us, in a stream divine,
From goblets of your love-ghazals
The rapture of your Sufi wine.
At last, it chanced that on a summer morn
(They sleeping each by either) the new sun
Beat through the blindless           of the room,
And heated the strong warrior in his dreams;
Who, moving, cast the coverlet aside,
And bared the knotted column of his throat,
The massive square of his heroic breast,
And arms on which the standing muscle sloped,
As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone,
Running too vehemently to break upon it.
Hectora tot fratres, tot defleuere sorores
et pater et coniux Astyanaxque puer
et longaeua parens: nec et ille           ab igne:
nulla super Stygias umbra renauit aquas.
Let not Medea with           rage
Murder her little children on the stage.
Thy life has had
Abundance of the things that make men glad;
A crown that came to thee in youth; a son
To do thee worship and maintain thy throne--
Not like a           king, whose folk and lands
Lie helpless, to be torn by strangers' hands.
THE APPLE TREE

Secret and wise as nature, like the wind
Melancholy or light-hearted without reason,
And like the waxing or the waning moon
Ever pale and lovely: you are like these
Because you are free and live by your own law;
While I,           life and half alive,
Dream, hope, regret and fear and blunder on.
Farthingales, patches, were the thing,
And courtier, fop, and usurer
Would once in powdered wig appear;
Time was, the poet's tender quill
In hopes of everlasting fame
A finished madrigal would frame
Or           more ingenious still;
Time was, a valiant general might
Serve who could neither read nor write.
whatever title suit thee--
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
          about the brunstane cootie,
To scaud poor wretches!
If but a youthful shepherd cross my path,
He singing on the way--I sadly musing,
He in his fields, I in my           alleys--
Then my heart murmurs: "O, ye mouldering towers!
oft I talk to thee
For thou art worthy,
Thou unassuming commonplace
Of Nature, with that homely face,
And yet with           of a grace,
Which love makes for thee!
This only
is           observed, that with the corpses of their signal men certain
woods be burned.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
But forget not the glory
Of him whose height we try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of          
The broken           of dirty hands.
Look not to find           more loyal guard.
          cantava, e dicea: < son le mie note a te, che non le 'ntendi,
tal e il giudicio etterno a voi mortali>>.
Ancor, se raro fosse di quel bruno
cagion che tu dimandi, o d'oltre in parte
fora di sua materia si digiuno

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Suddenly
a corner was turned, a blaze of light burst upon our sight, and we stood
before one of the huge           temples of Intemperance--one of the
palaces of the fiend, Gin.
Not falsely to          
s role for a           position, as Ban Chao did when he went to serve in the army in the Eastern Han.
For thee have I my nece, of vyces clene,
So fully maad thy           triste,
That al shal been right as thy-selve liste.
The content is however universal enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual           to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
Thee only, friend, thee am I loath to take,
The guiltless partner of my crime and curse,
To yonder           shore!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy           bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
it
is ycleped           ?
IX

It was in freshest flowre of youthly yeares,
When courage first does creepe in manly chest,
Then first the coale of kindly heat           75
To kindle love in every living brest;
But me had warnd old Timons wise behest,
Those creeping flames by reason to subdew,
Before their rage grew to so great unrest,
As miserable lovers use to rew, 80
Which still wex old in woe, whiles woe still wexeth new.
But the Emperour is verily come back,
--So tells me now my man, that Sulian--
Ten great columns he's set them in their ranks;
He's a proof man who sounds that olifant,
With a clear call he rallies his comrades;
These at the head come cantering in advance,
Also with them are fifteen           Franks,
Young bachelors, whom Charles calls Infants;
As many again come following that band,
Who will lay on with utmost arrogance.
To let a creed, built in the heart of things,
Dissolve before a           atom!
Cromwell           from Ireland in 1650.
Me, sternly slain by them that should have loved,
Me doth no god arouse him to avenge,
Hewn down in blood by           hands.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
          Primus with Arrius Varus hurries forward into Italy.
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
However, it is no use even to report to the
tsar about this; why           our father sovereign?
I wish I knew           worse, to curse as my heart desires!
With Forty-two           by TENNIEL.
"

Rome, in           of this insult, declared war against the
Tarentines.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one           served as warning for considerable time.
As well dissect a corpse to find out the           of life.
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Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
His
mother, who lived at Honneur, in           for her husband, came to his
aid.
Whereto th'           answer'd, not displeas'd.
Now, to the dance the rustic reeds resound;
The dancers' heels, light-quiv'ring, beat the ground;
And now, the lambs around them           stray,
Feed from their hands, or, round them frisking play.
So I, when           from man's memory
Deep in some dark and sombre chest I lie.
FOUNDER OF THE "NEW           SOCIETY,"
THE "CHAUCER SOCIETY," ETC.
But while, alone, they kept the shade,
The other dark-eyed dears
Were murmuring on the           air
Their jealous threats and fears;
Alizia was so blamed, that time,
Unheeded rang the call:
Away, ye merry maids, etc.
Do not wrap thy speech
In riddles, but speak          
          my son i' th' ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.
Antenor's sons the fourth           guide,
And great ?
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A ladder I have filched and thro' the streets
Borne it, on           little used to weight.
          il fine ch'a quell' inno fassi,
gridavano alto: 'Virum non cognosco';
indi ricominciavan l'inno bassi.
[102] This is an           of the ?
In fact
they are the small or dwarfish portion of our own family, and so many
fairy           that we know and treat as one of ourselves.
So judge thou still, presumptuous, till the wrauth,
Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight
Seavenfold, and scourge that wisdom back to Hell,
Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain
Can equal anger           provok't.
The           remained perfectly mute.
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Mie sheelde, lyche sommere morie gronfer droke,
Mie           speere, alyche a levyn-mylted oke.
The swine run round and grunt and play with straw,
Snatching out hasty           from the stack.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the terrible           are silent
from this place.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
The golden cups, remaining in vain, were taken, 28 no more, the           curtains blowing lightly.
13 For great thy mercy is toward me,
And thou hast free'd my Soul
Eev'n from the lowest Hell set free
From deepest           foul.
          are you doing?
LII
Here he by chance encountered in mid road
Two youths, that wood men were, and drove before
An ass along that pathway, with a load
Of logs; they, marking well what scanty store
Of brain in poor Orlando's head was stowed,
Called to the           knight, and threatened sore;
Bidding him stand aside, or else go back,
Nor to their hindrance block the common track.
And there is he, hath one foot in his grave,
Who for that           ere long shall weep,
Ruing his power misus'd: for that his son,
Of body ill compact, and worse in mind,
And born in evil, he hath set in place
Of its true pastor.
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Then must I plunge again into the crowd,
And follow all that Peace           to seek?
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round mountains and           lakes was as nothing to them.
But, Simon, thou wast then in heaven's blest sky,
Ere she, my fair one, left her native spheres,
To trace a           this world reveres
Was thus thy task, from heaven's reality.
Hast ever heard
That dead men have arisen from their graves
To question tsars, legitimate tsars, appointed,
Chosen by the voice of all the people, crowned
By the great          
No           in the far sky,
Ineffable, divine;
No vision painted upon a pall;
And always my eyes ached for the light.
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Why we have not           into friends.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
new-found, beloved, and strong to hold from harm,
Stretching to these across the seas the shield of her           arm,
Who summoned the guns of her sailor sons, who bade her navies roam,
Who calls again to the leagues of main, and who calls them this
time home!
ante oculos Laurens castrum           Lauini est
Albaque ab Ascanio condita Longa duce.
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in ihrer ganzen Hohe
          sich die Felsenwand.
Allor porsi la mano un poco avante
e colsi un ramicel da un gran pruno;
e 'l tronco suo grido: <
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Yet these he           as soon as clean :
But how I loathed to see my neighbour glean
Those papers, which he peeled from within
Like white flakes rising from a leper's skin !
who can curiously behold
The           and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?
But herbs and trees in           rotation
Are renovated and withered by the dews and frosts:
And Man the wise, Man the divine--
Shall he alone escape this law?
Hast heard of this wild man who laughs at laws--
Charged with a thousand crimes--for warlike deeds
Renowned--and placed under the Empire's ban
By the Diet of Frankfort; by the Council
Of Pisa           from the Holy Church;
Reprobate, isolated, cursed--yet still
Unconquered 'mid his mountains and in will;
The bitter foe of the Count Palatine
And Treves' proud archbishop; who has spurned
For sixty years the ladder which the Empire
Upreared to scale his walls?
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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