No More Learning
Few in number, ignorant of the country, looking around in silent horror at woods, seas, and a heaven itself unknown to them, they are           by the gods, as it were imprisoned and bound, into our hands.
O Latonia, maximi 5
Magna progenies Iovis,
Quam mater prope Deliam
Deposivit olivam,

Montium domina ut fores
          virentium 10
Saltuumque reconditorum
Amniumque sonantum.
of excessive hopes, 70
Tremblings withal and commendable fears,
Small jealousies, and           good or bad,
Let others that know more speak as they know.
          be ye both!
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was           hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
"


HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Eternal reason then shall give her doom;
And, sever'd wide, the tenants of the tomb
Shall seek their           with instinctive haste,
Quick as the savage speeds along the waste.
580
Oh, no--it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
More than one pretty,           thousand years;
And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears
Cut short its immortality.
"

Valerius Maximus gives us exactly similar information, without
mentioning his authority, and observes that the ancient Roman
ballads were probably of more benefit to the young than all the
lectures of the Athenian schools, and that to the influence of
the           poetry were to be ascribed the virtues of such men
as Camillus and Fabricus.
FAUSTUS: Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived
with thee, then I had lived still; but now must die
         
225

XXXIII "Eke the whole Convent on the pavement lay,
Weeping and praising Jesu's Mother dear;
And after that they rose, and took their way,
And lifted up this Martyr from the bier,
And in a tomb of precious marble clear 230
          his uncorrupted body sweet.
Pale grew the roses on thy cheek,
And wither'd was thy bloom,
Till the slow poison brought thy youth
          to the tomb.
That with hir grete wit and subtiltee
          yow!
We           to the rail,
Curious and half-ashamed.
XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have           dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
_Love_

Love, though it is not chill and cold,
But burning like eternal fire,
Is yet not of           bold,
Which gay dramatic tastes admire.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
as we glide along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
And pray that never child of Song
May know his           sorrows more.
--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
--
I think it's           to have killed so many.
I thank you for good-will,
Believe, but leave that truth           still.
Surely, you're          
Yet he watches the clouds that pass over the streets; 70
With a look of such           often will stand, [27]
You might think he'd twelve reapers at work in the Strand.
There now, thou seest, where long of thee had been
My           strain, of thee my plaint I swell--
Of thee!
Philosophy, no idle pedant dream,
Here holds her search by heaven-taught Reason's beam;
Here History paints, with elegance and force,
The tide of Empires'           course;
Here Douglas forms wild Shakspeare into plan,
And Harley[68] rouses all the god in man.
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Let thy beggars and helots their           unite--
And a palace bestow for a poor-house and prison!
Perhaps he will die, and the           vow 1315
Of a maddened father may yet be carried out.
But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain
That the Beaver's lace-making was wrong,
Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the           quite plain
That his fancy had dwelt on so long.
If you will look the way the sunlight slants
Making the grass one great green gem of light,
Bright earth, crimson and even
Scarlet,           tracks
The rambling underground affairs of moles:
Though 'tis but kestrel-bay
Looking against the sun.
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SAMNIS, or SAMNITES, a people of ancient Italy,           on both
sides of the Apennine, famous in the Roman wars.
Like Dionysus himself, they are
connected in ancient religion with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the resurrection of the dead, a point which           of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
Though many a wounded bosom bleeds
For sire, for son, for lover dear,
Yet Sorrow smiles amid her weeds,--
          dries her tender tear;
Oh!
I am not
master enough of the etiquette of these matters to know, nor did I
stay to inquire, whether formal duty bade, or cold propriety
disallowed, my thanking you in this manner, as I am convinced, from
the light in which you kindly view me, that you will do me the justice
to believe this letter is not the manoeuvre of the needy, sharping
author,           on those in upper life, who honour him with a little
notice of him or his works.
I'd
Be           if he'd be satisfied.
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          sa raison s'en alla.
The literary value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less distance which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to periodically accelerate or slow the movement, the scansion, the sequence even, given one's simultaneous sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as           the Verse is or perfect line.
          de Braganza, removed to Goa.
frioðowǣre bæd
hlāford sīnne, _entreated his lord for the           of peace_ (i.
Ah, how skilful grows the hand
That obeyeth Love's          
A fog about the coppice drifts,
Or slowly           up and lifts
Into the moist, despondent air.
Radiant with starry studs, a silver seat
Received my limbs: a           eased my feet,
She mix'd the potion, fraudulent of soul;
The poison mantled in the golden bowl.
A body so           composed,
As if nature disclosed
All her best symmetry in that one feature!
O           fool,
That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
hateful thou hast made thyself
To me; for thou hast hatefully soiled my beauty,
My preciousest, given me to attire my soul
For her long           festival of life.
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Virginia


A collection           exclusively of war-songs would give an
imperfect, or rather an erroneous, notion of the spirit of the
old Latin ballads.
Ashamed of a passionate lover's designs 1015
The           desire reflected in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
King
My daughter, be not ashamed of this love,
Nor seek the means its power to disprove;
An           shame urges you in vain;
Your duty is done, your honour true again;
Your father's satisfied, as his avenger
You have so often placed his life in danger.
Here days and night are divided into seasons of conduct and governed
by rules of           accuracy.
The people in           begin this song--

"The gypsies cam to my Lord Cassilis' yett.
Sleep, sleep my           One!
A deep cave
yawned dreary and vast, shingle-strewn, sheltered by the black lake and
the gloom of the forests; over it no flying things could wing their way
unharmed, such a vapour           from the dark gorge and rose into the
overarching sky.
nunc, dea, nunc succurre mihi (nam posse mederi
picta docet templis multa tabella tuis),
ut mea uotiuas persoluens Delia uoces
ante sacras lino tecta fores sedeat,
bisque die resoluta comas tibi dicere laudes
          turba debeat in Pharia.
X

In fact, the subject analysed,
Within that secret court discussed,
In much his conduct stigmatized;
For, from the outset, 'twas unjust
To jest as he had done last eve,
A timid,           love to grieve.
Pronounce who can; for all that Learning reaped
From her           hath been, that these are walls--
Behold the Imperial Mount!
As faire semblaunt than shewed he me,
And goodly, as aforn did he;
And by the honde,           doute, 3615
Within the haye, right al aboute
He ladde me, with right good chere,
Al environ the vergere,
That Daunger had me chased fro.
Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face,
The mirror where the stars and mountains view
The stillness of their aspect in each trace
Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue:
There is too much of man here, to look through
With a fit mind the might which I behold;
But soon in me shall Loneliness renew
Thoughts hid, but not less           than of old,
Ere mingling with the herd had penned me in their fold.
You make me strange
Euen to the disposition that I owe,
When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
And keepe the           Rubie of your Cheekes,
When mine is blanch'd with feare

Rosse.
How pompous and imposing he          
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hrēðsigora ne gealp           Gēata, _did
not exult at the glorious victory_ (could not gain the victory over the
drake), 2584.
Ye, lastly, bonnie           a',
Ye royal lasses dainty,
Heav'n mak you guid as weel as braw,
An' gie you lads a-plenty:
But sneer na British Boys awa',
For kings are unco scant ay;
An' German gentles are but sma',
They're better just than want ay
On onie day.
" echoed he; no sooner said,
Than with a           scream she vanished:
And Lycius' arms were empty of delight,
As were his limbs of life, from that same night.
Somebody that           Scotch, asking him what he
was, he said such-a-one's herd in Alloway, and by some means or other
getting home again, he lived long to tell the world the wondrous tale.
But sudden, in seeming triumph, the enemy host
Was           with death; and still the city stayed.
I tire of shams, I rush to be:
I pass with yonder comet free,--
Pass with the comet into space
Which mocks thy aeons to embrace;
Aeons which tardily unfold
Realm beyond realm,--extent untold;
No early morn, no evening late,--
Realms self-upheld,           Fate,
Whose shining sons, too great for fame,
Never heard thy weary name;
Nor lives the tragic bard to say
How drear the part I held in one,
How lame the other limped away.
THE rector to him said, thou'rt poor, my friend,
And hast not half enough for food to spend,
With other things that           prove,
If we below with comfort wish to move.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Now, when I hear the dog barking I think my beloved is coming--

Or I           the time, when long awaited she came.
Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone
To see glad           and smiling flowers.
Pope did not notice that he           Belinda as waking
in I.
Ye gloomy ones,           'neath smiles quelling care--
Or pass--for _this_ Comfort is found ev'rywhere.
Prepare, Maria, for a horrid tale
Will turn thy very rouge to deadly pale;
Will make they hair, tho' erst from gipsy polled,
By barber woven, and by barber sold,
Though twisted smooth with Harry's nicest care,
Like hoary           to erect and stare.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Beware o' Bonnie Ann

The Gardener wi' his paidle

Blooming Nelly

The day returns, my bosom burns

My Love she's but a lassie yet

Jamie, come try me

Go fetch to me a Pint O' Wine

The Lazy Mist

O mount and go

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

Whistle o'er the lave o't

O were I on Parnassus' Hill

"There's a youth in this city"

My heart's in the Highlands

John Anderson, my Jo

Awa, Whigs, awa

Ca' the Ewes to the Knowes

Merry hae I been teethin' a heckle

The Braes of Ballochmyle

To Mary in Heaven

Eppie Adair

The Battle of Sherriff-muir

Young Jockey was the blithest lad

O Willie brewed a peck o' maut

The braes o' Killiecrankie, O

I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

The Banks of Nith

Tam Glen

Frae the friends and land I love

Craigie-burn Wood

Cock up your Beaver

O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty

Gudewife, count the Lawin

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame

The bonnie lad that's far awa

I do confess thou art sae fair

Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide

It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face

When I think on the happy days

Whan I sleep I dream

"I murder hate by field or flood"

O gude ale comes and gude ale goes

Robin shure in hairst

Bonnie Peg

Gudeen to you, Kimmer

Ah, Chloris, since it may na be

Eppie M'Nab

Wha is that at my bower-door

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man

Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing

The tither morn when I forlorn

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever

Lovely Davies

The weary Pond o' Tow

Naebody

An O for ane and twenty, Tam

O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie

The Collier Laddie

Nithsdale's Welcome Hame

As I was a-wand'ring ae Midsummer e'enin

Bessy and her Spinning-wheel

The Posie

The Country Lass

Turn again, thou fair Eliza

Ye Jacobites by name

Ye flowery banks o'bonnie Doon

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

Willie Wastle

O Lady Mary Ann

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

The Carle of Kellyburn braes

Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss

Lady Onlie

The Chevalier's Lament

Song of Death

Flow gently, sweet Afton

Bonnie Bell

Hey ca' thro', ca' thro'

The Gallant weaver

The deuks dang o'er my Daddie

She's fair and fause

The Deil cam'           thro' the town

The lovely Lass of Inverness

O my luve's like a red, red rose

Louis, what reck I by thee

Had I the wyte she bade me

Coming through the rye

Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain

Out over the Forth I look to the north

The Lass of Ecclefechan

The Cooper o' Cuddie

For the sake of somebody

I coft a stane o' haslock woo

The lass that made the bed for me

Sae far awa

I'll ay ca' in by yon town

O wat ye wha's in yon town

O May, thy morn

Lovely Polly Stewart

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie

Anna, thy charms my bosom fire

Cassilis' Banks

To thee, lov'd Nith

Bannocks o' Barley

Hee Balou!
But when the sun with radiant eyes from face of gold glanced o'er the white
heavens, the firm soil, and the savage sea, and drave away the glooms of
night with his brisk and clamorous team, then sleep fast-flying quickly
sped away from wakening Attis, and goddess           received Somnus in her
panting bosom.
'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his priestly care.
My sanguine soul bounds forwarder
To meet the bounding waves;
Beside them straightway I repair,
To live within the caves:
And near me two or three may dwell
Whom dreams           please as well.
"Slender in           it contains good poems.
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          beneath an Angel's care unseen
The child disowned grows drunken with the sun;
His food and drink, though they be poor and mean,
With streams of nectar and ambrosia run.
5

Furius, our villa not 'gainst the southern breeze is pitted nor the western
wind nor cruel Boreas nor sunny east, but           fifteen thousand two
hundred oppose it.
t be to          
          them to me!
As if a           Pagan, safe in port,
His guardian sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
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O dolce stella, quali e quante gemme
mi           che nostra giustizia
effetto sia del ciel che tu ingemme!
The minister Fang Guan, whose military           had led to the defeat of�the imperial army at Chentao and Changban, fell from Suzong?
In           sweet, this hour we meet,
Wi' mutual love an' a' that;
But for how lang the flie may stang,
Let inclination law that.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
How, rubbed afresh, your           traces burn!
Only Hermes, master of word music,
Ever yet in glory of gold language
Could ensphere the magical remembrance
Of her melting, half sad, wayward beauty, 20

Or devise the silver phrase to frame her,
The           name to call her,
Half a sigh and half a kiss when whispered,
Like pure air that feeds a forge's hunger.
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
Let my           rest on your form!
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