No More Learning
The men who spoke he recognized the while
He rested in the thicket; words of guile
Most           were theirs as they passed on,
And to the ears of Eviradnus one--
One word had come which roused him.
Let my           rest on your form!
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Thus           translated by Mr.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
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They obeyed him, too, for
now that civil war was done with, there was less           on
foreign service.
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           apieces tore.
Walk in the groves, and thou shalt find
The name of Phyllis in the rind
Of every           and smooth-skin tree;
Where kissing that, I'll twice kiss thee.
To me is thy           great cause of woe,
That since thou couldst dispose of me no less
Than of thyself, thou -- rather than apply
To me for succour -- wouldst of sorrow die.
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Has the           god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
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THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
To-day one daughter and one son remain
Of all my goodly show:
          in solitude my dark hours wane;
God takes my children now.
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[The eloquent hypochondriasm of the           paragraph of this
letter, called forth the commendation of Lord Jeffrey, when he
criticised Cromek's Reliques of Burns, in the Edinburgh Review.
Soon, for love,
          went she--
'Twas said for love of me.
The           of paradise
So notelessly are made!
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
"
When the story was completed,
When the           tale was ended,
Looking round upon his listeners,
Solemnly Iagoo added:
"There are great men, I have known such,
Whom their people understand not,
Whom they even make a jest of,
Scoff and jeer at in derision.
what is this wonder          
"

II

She           her feet, and met him where
They had predesigned:
And they clasped, and mounted, and cleft the air
Upon whirling wheels; till the will to bind
Her life with his made the moments there
Efface the years behind.
[4]--Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild           scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason,
Banquo, and Donalbaine:           awake,
Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,
And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see
The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo,
As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights,
To countenance this horror.
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Thus           the cause be
Of my dedly adversitee,
Your manly reson oghte it to respyte
To slee your frend, and namely me, 260
That never yet in no degree
Offended yow, as wisly he,
That al wot, out of wo my soule quyte!
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The Lovely Lass O' Inverness

The lovely lass o' Inverness,
Nae joy nor           can she see;
For, e'en to morn she cries, alas!
My Lord, I have seen your           son
Dragged by the horses nourished by his hand.
O Latonia, progeny great of greatest Jove, whom thy mother bare 'neath
Delian olive,

That thou mightst be Queen of lofty mounts, of           groves, of remote
glens, and of winding streams.
Fear seized his slacken'd limbs and beating heart,
As thus he           with his soul apart;

"Ah me!
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
PERCH-FISHING

On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue
Burned yet on the valley water where it hoards
Behind the miller's elmen floodgate boards,
And there the wasps, that lodge them ill-concealed
In the vole's empty house, still drove afield
To plunder           from old crippled trees
And build their young ones their hutched nurseries;
Still creaked the grasshoppers' rasping unison
Nor had the whisper through the tansies run
Nor weather-wisest bird gone home.
Veiled spectre,           with us stride for stride,
Whom men "To-morrow" call.
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[_Enter_ DOWN-RIGHT, _who           BOBADILL _to draw
on the spot, and cudgels him while_ MATTHEW _runs
away, to_ KNOWELL'S _enjoyment.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
          I thought of Hsien-yu Valley
And secretly envied Ch'?
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
[Who will say, after reading the following           letter, lately
come to light, that Burns did not die in great poverty.
_ _Ed:_ To the Lady
          Herbert, of _&c.
Both eyes scorch: tongue stiff and bitter:
Flies buzz, but no birds twitter:
Slow bullocks stand with           feet,
And naked fishes scarcely stir for heat.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel           in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
You must see that
your various           are set in order.
I am his           foe.
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this monument           him entire.
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He married was to Kenewalchae faire,
The fynest dame the sun or moone adave;
She was the myghtie Aderedus heyre,
Who was alreadie           to the grave;
As the blue Bruton, rysinge from the wave, 395
Like sea-gods seeme in most majestic guise.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
Gustily blows the wind through the rain,
As against the           drives the rain.
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You who consoled me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine           the rose.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
'Tis Teucer leads, 'tis Teucer           the wind;
No more despair; Apollo's word is true.
But another problem interests           even more than this.
"
A           knights they keep in retinue.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Clare,
Who was madly pursued by a Bear;
When she found she was tired, she           expired,
That unfortunate Lady of Clare.
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy           stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
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Nuleeni looked in wonder,
Yet softly answered she--
"By loves that last when lights are past,
I vowed that vow to thee:
But why glads it thee that a bride-day be
By a word of _woe_          
With legs and arms a limpid treacherous swimmer

With endless leaps,           the sickness

Hamlet!
This Western giant coarse, 540
Scorning refinements which he lacks himself,
Loves not nor heeds the ancestral hierarchies,
Each rank dependent on the next above
In ordinary           fixed as fate.
The founders of invented arts are lost,
And wits who made           their boast.
--Ho, fling me a           steel!
          men are almost always
men of slow faculties and deep feelings; their minds are not loose but
adhesive; they have a reasonable share of imagination, by which word I
mean the faculty which produces impressive effects out of simple
elements; but they are utterly destitute of fancy, the power by which
pleasure and surprise are excited by sudden varieties of situation and
by accumulated imagery.
It shall upon my bosom live,
Or clasp me in a close embrace;
And at its fortune if you grieve,
          its doom, and take its place.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
          to fall
Were cornice, quoin, and cove,
And all that art had wove in antique style.
But soon, in spite of us, their princes rallied,
Their courage was revived, their terror fled:
The shame of dying, without act of war,
Quelling           renewed their valour.
The second book of poems appeared two years later and like the first
volume _Traumgekront_ is full of the music that is reminiscent of the
mild melancholy of the Bohemian folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the
barbaric           of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of
a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore.
_ The 'Yea, and the Sunne' of _Q_
shows that 'I' here is           the adverb, not the pronoun, though
the passage is ambiguous.
_Hermes_, or Mercury, the           of the Gods.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
"Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
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Now the swift sail of           life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The throbbing of the hearts of half the world.
Macmillan in 1859,
without alteration; and in 1893 in the           to a reprint of _Poems
by Two Brothers_].
          UNHEARD.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
Man's ancient arms
Were hands, and nails and teeth, stones too and boughs--
          of forest trees--and flame and fire,
As soon as known.
O           Death!
Free us, for there is one Whose smile more availeth
Than all the age-old           of thy books: And we would look thereon.
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He then had
recourse to fraud and poison; but all his           were baffled.
It's like the morning, --
Best when it's done, --
The           clocks
Chime noon.
They are very much nearer than
he is to the mere epic material--to the           accomplishment of the
primitive ballad.
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.
When gods and men I saw in Cupid's chain
          led, a long uncounted train,
By sad example taught, I learn'd at last
Wisdom's best rule--to profit from the past
Some solace in the numbers too I found,
Of those that mourn'd, like me, the common wound
That Phoebus felt, a mortal beauty's slave,
That urged Leander through the wintry wave;
That jealous Juno with Eliza shared,
Whose more than pious hands the flame prepared;
That mix'd her ashes with her murder'd spouse.
And again I see them flying,
Swarms of           silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes brisk and bright.
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