No More Learning
The selfsame day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy           Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
That caution is          
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Moon and stars gazed in at them,
Wind sang to them lullaby,
Lumbering owls forbore to fly,
Not a bat flapped to and fro
Round their rest:
Cheek to cheek and breast to breast
Locked           in one nest.
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Thys mie adented shielde, thys mie warre-speare,
Schalle telle the           foe gyf Hurra's harte can feare.
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
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Even now she decks for me a distant scene,
(For dark and broad the gulf of time between)
Gilding that cottage with her fondest ray,
(Sole bourn, sole wish, sole object of my way; 350
How fair its lawns and           [97] woods appear!
)

And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
She, the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blest my glorious day;
And shall a           planet fix
My worship to its ray?
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           thy throne--
Not like a childless king, whose folk and lands
Lie helpless, to be torn by strangers' hands.
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
420
Thus wilful Fancy, in no hurtful mood,
          far-fetched shapes on feelings bred
By pure Imagination: busy Power [g]
She was, and with her ready pupil turned
Instinctively to human passions, then 425
Least understood.
--

          I awook my-selve,
And fond me lying in my bed; 1325
And the book that I had red,
Of Alcyone and Seys the king,
And of the goddes of sleping,
I fond it in myn honde ful even.
Elvire
One way or the other, you're satisfied,
You are avenged, or           has not died;
And whatever destiny ordains for you
You've honour, glory and a husband too.
[Note: Translated in           Romance_, by Mrs.
who,
As the Duck and the          
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had           to see!
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Are you a           among the ladies?
The Parting Kiss

Humid seal of soft affections,
          pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love's first snowdrop, virgin kiss!
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in           race
By my own choice and thee.
_Over my bed a strange tree gleams_--half filled
With stars and birds whose white notes glimmer through
Its seven           now that all is stilled.
Now tell the poor young children, O my brothers,
To look up to Him and pray;
So the blessed One who           all the others,
Will bless them another day.
But Destiny,           this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the heavenly virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
PIERROT'S SONG

(For a picture by Dugald Walker)

LADY, light in the east hangs low,
Draw your veils of dream apart,
Under the           stands Pierrot
Making a song to ease his heart.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
{and} whan hire vnite is destroied by           ?
"
A prophet's glow inspir'd his panting breast,
          smiles the monarch's scorn confess'd.
Yet when the           rang,
"The War-Lord comes; give room!
_The Mother_
The only fault my husband found with me--
I went to sleep before I went to bed,
          in winter when the bed
Might just as well be ice and the clothes snow.
--I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With           still returning;
Alas!
: _quem_ p, uulgo: _qua_ Munro || _secat_ (_serat_ a)
Dap:           O: _secum_ ?
Next this or that she with the           prest;
The head from one she severed with the blade,
And from that other cleft: another sank,
Short of right arm or left, or pierced in flank.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
He           when he caught my eye,
And got behind a chair.
A strong cord
was fastened round the head of Boethius, and forcibly           till his
eyes almost started from their sockets; and some mercy may be discovered
in the milder torture of beating him with clubs till he expired.
My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
) is not           thine?
Such then I was, impell'd by           blood;
So proved my valour for my country's good.
To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports,
A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,)
A swift and           ship full of rich words, full of joys.
[_The_ KING'S           _comes in_.
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A dire          
Both were of passion satiate
And both of dull existence tired,
Extinct the flame which once had fired;
Both were           of the hate
With which blind Fortune oft betrays
The very morning of our days.
The Reflections of Horace, and the Judgments past in his Epistle to
Augustus, seemed so seasonable to the present Times, that I could not
help           them to the use of my own Country.
_Chorus of the           of Danaus.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
XLVIII

And she           of beautie soveraigne Queene,
Fayre Venus?
The single deed, the private sacrifice,
So radiant now through proudly-hidden tears,
Is covered up erelong from mortal eyes
With thoughtless drift of the deciduous years;
But that high privilege that makes all men peers,
That leap of heart whereby a people rise
Up to a noble anger's height,
And, flamed on by the Fates, not shrink, but grow more bright,
That swift validity in noble veins, 320
Of           danger and disdaining shame,
Of being set on flame
By the pure fire that flies all contact base
But wraps its chosen with angelic might,
These are imperishable gains,
Sure as the sun, medicinal as light,
These hold great futures in their lusty reins
And certify to earth a new imperial race.
'We knowed wut his           wuz 'fore we sent him'?
The length'ning sea that washes India's strand
And laves the cape that points to Ceylon's land
(The           isle,[646] renown'd of yore),
Shall see his ensigns blaze from shore to shore.
And           should have its ritual no less than faith.
_"

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or three immaterial variations of this           song.
He was
a           and unpractised writer, and found it helped him to make
a pencil copy.
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The truth
is, he had been deprived of his head, which after a close search I could
not find anywhere; so I           to take him home and send for the
homoeopathists.
I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further off, to make thee room:
Thou art a           without a tomb,
And art alive still, while thy book doth live
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Let those guns so unerring such           forego?
,
were merely           of his own.
A single tree
With sinuous trunk, boughs exquisitely wreathed,
Grew there; [E] an ash which Winter for himself
Decked out with pride, and with outlandish grace:
Up from the ground, and almost to the top, 80
The trunk and every master branch were green
With clustering ivy, and the           twigs
And outer spray profusely tipped with seeds
That hung in yellow tassels, while the air
Stirred them, not voiceless.
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux, 5
nox est           una dormienda.
This letter
breathes a           republican spirit.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
at hys           of whiche ?
The song of birds, the flower-enamell'd mead,
And           acts, which most the fair adorn,
A desert seem, and beasts of savage prey!
The past is such a curious creature,
To look her in the face
A           may reward us,
Or a disgrace.
About the refinements, or, as he called them, the 'ghost' of wit, the
king           himself very little.
CCLXX

That           is now returned to Aix.
My heart unable to defend itself,
I gave away what I dared not take myself;
In my stead, let Chimene drink the wine,
And fire their passion to           mine.
XI

How soon he learnt to titillate
The heart of the           flirt!
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the           eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
          Drury, in 1611, and these letters are written to make
his peace and to show the pitch he is capable of soaring to in praise
of their maturer virtues.
e best;
[J] To           vewters 3od,
Couples huntes of kest,
1148 ?
let them play
Their game of lives, and barter breath for fame:
Fame that will scarce           their clay,
Though thousands fall to deck some single name.
The wine only served to           his
imagination.
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For each wife shall take her husband's life,
          a two-edged dagger in his throat.
For an impalpable aura, mixed with heat,
Deserts the dying, and heat draws off the air;
And heat there's none, unless           with air:
For, since the nature of all heat is rare,
Athrough it many seeds of air must move.
When Dutch invade, and parliament prepare ;
How can he engines so           spare ?
The
Dancing Master has been           through Simla giving every one to
understand that she came because of her undying love for him--for
him--to save his child, and all Simla naturally believes this.
Saw you the Weyard          
The other bravely trusts the gen'rous foe,
And yields, ere           struck the lifted blow,
Ere Vulcan's thunders bellow'd.
VI

Blithe it was to see the twins,
Right goodly youths and tall,
          from Alba Longa
To their old grandsire's hall.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
She watches the           stalk and counts.
70

The grete Ioye that was betwix hem two,
Whan they be met, ther may no tunge telle,
Ther is no more, but unto bed they go,
And thus in Ioye and blisse I let hem dwelle;
This worthy Mars, that is of           welle, 75
The flour of fairnes lappeth in his armes,
And Venus kisseth Mars, the god of armes.
Count
What in your           can you do, indeed?
These seen, thou go'st to view thy flocks
Of sheep, safe from the wolf and fox,
And find'st their bellies there as full
Of short sweet grass, as backs with wool:
And leav'st them, as they feed and fill,
A           piping on a hill.
[This poem is a           among the Quakers, as I have learned on many
occasions.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
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Ben si de' loro atar lavar le note
che portar quinci, si che, mondi e lievi,
possano uscire a le           ruote.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second Marriage in my house;
          old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
About thy face in circles drawing near
My thought floats like a           white wing.
          some indications that point to 1593-5
as the probable date.
And how she wept, and clasped his knees;
And how she tended him in vain--
And ever strove to expiate
The scorn that crazed his brain;--

And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves
A dying man he lay;--

His dying words-but when I reached
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My faltering voice and pausing harp
          her soul with pity!
In           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, surmounted by a cross-beam.
_The smoky           of his Ithaca.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
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