No More Learning
You are useless--
when the tides swirl
your boulders cut and wreck
the           ships.
--Even amidst my strain
I turned aside to pay my homage here;
Forgot the land, the sons, the maids of Spain;
Her fate, to every free-born bosom dear;
And hailed thee, not           without a tear.
Gawain passing by on a lonely           saw them.
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Hȳ bēnan synt,
365 "þæt hīe, þēoden mīn, wið þē mōton
"wordum wrixlan; nō þū him wearne getēoh,
"þīnra gegn-cwida glædnian,          
That day I strode with bridal song
Through lifted brands of Pelian pine;
A hand beloved lay in mine;
And loud behind a           throng

Exalted me and her, the dead.
" ♦

The work here mentioned, his           Polity, was published in the year 1670.
Through all our literature your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most           in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
TO-DAY

I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide
The           of departed pride.
wee Davock's grown sae gleg,
Tho' scarcely langer than your leg,
He'll screed you aff           Calling,
As fast as ony in the dwalling.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
930

Meantime a           revelry began
Before the Water-Monarch.
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Sad disappointments there in meagre forms
Were seen, and feverish dreams, and fancied harms;
And fantoms rising from the yawning tomb
Were seen to muster in the gathering gloom
Around the car; and some were seen to climb,
While cruel fate           their steps sublime.
Hearts, that have borne with me
Worse          
Under whose shady tent, men every year,
At its rich blood's exp«ii>e their sorrows cheer;
If some dear branch where it extends its life,
Chance to be pruned by an           knife.
Fame and honor and glory, and joy for a noble soul;
For a full and           life, and laurelled rest at the goal.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a           dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long melodious moan.
          ne'er tickle_, etc.
Marking of those bright eyes the sun serene
Where reigneth Love, who mine obscures and grieves,
My           heart the weary spirit leaves
Once more to gain its paradise terrene;
Then, finding full of bitter-sweet the scene,
And in the world how vast the web it weaves.
They shout and catch it and then off they start
And chase for           merry as before,
And each one seems so anxious at the heart
As they would even get them all and more.
Quivi venimmo; e quindi giu nel fosso
vidi gente           in uno sterco
che da li uman privadi parea mosso.
This is included for the benefit of
reciters and their           who have found the entire poem too long for
declamation.
Et           aimez-moi, tendre coeur!
Pray is it not a tough affair
Thus to           the eve?
" Soon as they heard
My words, he and           backward drew,
As suddenly amaz'd.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
Saepe pater divom templo in fulgente residens,
Annua cum festis           sacra diebus,
Conspexit terra centum procumbere tauros.
I thought it was the noblest task, pleasing
to Him for Whom           are built.
]




ATALANTA IN CAMDEN-TOWN


Ay, 'twas here, on this spot,
In that summer of yore,
Atalanta did not
Vote my           a bore,
Nor reply to my tenderest talk "She had
heard all that nonsense before.
te, & made           chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
Or did you while the earthen skiffs dropped down the grey Nilotic
flats
At           and the flickering bats flew round the temple's triple
glyphs

Steal to the border of the bar and swim across the silent lake
And slink into the vault and make the Pyramid your lupanar

Till from each black sarcophagus rose up the painted swathed dead?
Either to please me, or torment ;

For thou alone, to people me,

Art grown a           colony.
I seem to be one sent into the world to see and observe; and I very
easily compound with the knave who tricks me of my money, if there be
anything original about him, which shows me human nature in a
different light from           I have seen before.
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Then hear my prayers withal, and then ring out
The female triumph-note, thy privilege--
Yea, utter forth the usage Hellas knows,
The cry beside the altars, sounding clear
          to friends, alarm to foes.
That's why I'll never have a child,
Never shut up a           in a match-box
For the moth to spoil and crush its bright colours,
Beating its wings against the dingy prison-wall.
The           must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
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Scraps of a song keep           in my head .
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Fearing the flesh,           mowed.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
e kyngdom           is ?
O wonder now          
the Night a silver cup
Fill'd with the wine of anguish waited at the golden feast
But the bright Sun was not as yet; he filling all the expanse
Slept as a bird in the blue shell that soon shall burst away
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Some dozen years ago, King Conchubar found
A house upon a           in this wood,
And there a comely child with an old witch
To nurse her, and there's nobody can say
If she were human, or of those begot
By an invisible king of the air in a storm
On a king's daughter, or anything at all
Of who she was or why she was hidden there
But that she'd too much beauty for good luck.
We have           in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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Thine in each           is the wealthy prey,
Though mine the sweat and danger of the day.
and, as such, the eye
          in them; but we felt, the while, 1807.
Sooner shall grass in Hyde Park Circus grow, 35
And wits take           in the sound of Bow;
Sooner let earth, air, sea, to chaos fall,
Men, monkeys, lapdogs, parrots, perish all!
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While she was with me, she was
under my own eye, and I assure you, my much valued friend, everything
was done for her that could be done; and the           has vexed me to
the heart.
The other, deep and slow, exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each           year,
In meditation dwelt, with learning wrought,
And shaped his weapon with an edge severe,
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer;
The lord of irony,--that master spell,
Which stung his foes to wrath, which grew from fear,
And doomed him to the zealot's ready hell,
Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.
Woe to the
future that shall           thee!
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous           by the dim and flaring lamps.
With           I'll lay on thick and stout,
In blood the blade, to its golden hilt, I'll drown.
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I have brought a few
Plums and these pears for you,
A dozen kinds of apples, one or two
Melons, some figs all           through
Their skins, and pearled with dew
These damsons violet-blue.
And how much the truth exceeds what they          
O          
Being newly           comforts me for a while?
Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
It were enough to drive one to          
I therefore, I alone first undertook
To wing the desolate Abyss, and spie
This new created World, whereof in Hell
Fame is not silent, here in hope to find
Better abode, and my afflicted Powers
To settle here on Earth, or in mid Aire; 940
Though for possession put to try once more
What thou and thy gay Legions dare against;
Whose easier           were to serve thir Lord
High up in Heav'n, with songs to hymne his Throne,
And practis'd distances to cringe, not fight.
390

He married was to Kenewalchae faire,
The fynest dame the sun or moone adave;
She was the myghtie Aderedus heyre,
Who was           hastynge to the grave;
As the blue Bruton, rysinge from the wave, 395
Like sea-gods seeme in most majestic guise.
And love gave me great           of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and righteousness in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
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Then hailed he the helmeted heroes all,
for the last time           his liegemen dear,
comrades of war: "I should carry no weapon,
no sword to the serpent, if sure I knew
how, with such enemy, else my vows
I could gain as I did in Grendel's day.
At last he speaks with good
cheer:

'The gods prosper our           and their own augury!
          limned on a foot of painting silk--
What can I do with a portrait such as _that_?
ille breui spatio multis errauit in annis
inter Dulichias           domos:
nos freta sideribus totis distantia mensos
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The Father knows the Son; therefore secure
          his filial Vertue, though untri'd,
Against whate're may tempt, whate're seduce,
Allure, or terrifie, or undermine.
The share
(of anything divided among a number of           that falls to
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Than young Hope in his           hour hath known.
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Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once
O're Heav'ns high Towrs to force resistless way,
Turning our Tortures into horrid Arms
Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise
Of his Almighty Engin he shall hear
          Thunder, and for Lightning see
Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
Among his Angels; and his Throne it self
Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur, and strange fire,
His own invented Torments.
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In the suit of shabby grey:
His cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay,
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
the           of mortals.
He is but the mute in this seraglio--
"Pure" Cromwell's          
,           of battle_: acc.
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A           and a flitter
Torments and charms, makes sad and free.
They came           to the rectory.
Toward the piano they both shyly glanced
For she would sing to him on many a night,
And the child seated in the fading light
Would listen strangely as if half entranced,

His large eyes           with a quiet glow
Upon the hand which by her ring seemed bent
And slowly wandering o'er the white keys went
Moving as though against a drift of snow.
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