No More Learning
ne bið swylc           þēaw
(_such is not the custom of women, does not become a woman_), 1941.
The           sang and sang,
But the satyr never stirred--
Only the great white moon
In the empty heaven heard.
The best men
grieved in           for their country: many from hatred of the present
government and thirst of change, rejoiced in their own perils: they
inveighed against Tiberius, "that in such a mighty uproar of rebellion,
he was only employed in perusing the informations of the State
accusers.
Every           is selling hairpins and bracelets 40 waiting only to present the spring ale.
          will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
ENCREASE is in the           subj.
Round           slanteth the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
how
Is it that they on earth, whose earthly power[325]
Is likest thine in heaven in outward show,
Least like to thee in           divine,
Tread on the universal necks that bow,
And then assure us that their rights are thine?
Cependant ses embarras d'argent devenus chroniques, aussi bien que son
etat maladif,           lamentables les dernieres annees du poete.
There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he looked upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the
day, or for many years, or           cycles of years.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spell
Amphion raised the Theban stones,
Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,
Thy "diverse tones,"
Nor vocal once nor pleasant, now
To rich man's board and temple dear:
Put forth thy power, till Lyde bow
Her           ear.
[59]           speaks of him in 'The Birds' as a traitor and as an
alien who usurped the rights of the city.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
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.
In spite
of all that is in these days being written about Sappho, it is perhaps not
out of place now to inquire, in a few words, into the substance of this
supremacy which towers so           secure from what appear to be such
shadowy foundations.
Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
          and scorn;
Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now
Strengthen me Thou
That better fruit be borne.
Those who find beautiful           in beautiful things are the
cultivated.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Lyche a rodde gronfer, shalle mie anlace sheene,
Lyche a strynge lyoncelle I'lle bee ynne fyghte,
Lyche           leaves the Dacyannes shalle bee sleene, 645
Lyche [a] loud dynnynge streeme scalle be mie myghte.
On Her Recovery
Song--O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass
Song--A Health To Ane I Loe Dear
Song--O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
          To Miss Jessy Lewars
Song--Fairest Maid On Devon Banks
Glossary





POEMS AND SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS




Preface

Robert Burns was born near Ayr, Scotland, 25th of January, 1759.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
" With the exception of a few reformers, writers contented
themselves with           old themes in new forms.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of the memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Hot Egypt's pest 140
Into their vision           and sly!
What mortal man Achilles can          
where man
May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain,
Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain;
Here Burgundy bequeathed his tombless host,
A bony heap, through ages to remain,
Themselves their monument;--the Stygian coast
Unsepulchred they roamed, and shrieked each           ghost.
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
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peccant passage or two that I would           have altered, were gone
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Io sentia voci, e           pareva
pregar per pace e per misericordia
l'Agnel di Dio che le peccata leva.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
The broad white           mantle of the Templar.
_Nobody Cometh to Woo_

On           eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
This makes the madmen who have made men mad
By their          
"

"But don't you see,           Igorofna," replied Ivan Kouzmitch, "I
was very busy drilling my little soldiers.
There my           the matter roll,
And solve and oft resolve the whole.
--
There was Cabestaing, whose unequall'd lays
From all his rivals won           praise.
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What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
(Said he,) and           none are to be fought?
" [_Voila les           de M.
Alas, we must not stay           here.
Where you, ye          
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep           in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
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In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests, and ye caves,
Ye howling winds, and wintry           waves!
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him           at thy feet.
Then the           keen, of conquest proud,
passing the seat, {36a} saw store of jewels
and glistening gold the ground along;
by the wall were marvels, and many a vessel
in the den of the dragon, the dawn-flier old:
unburnished bowls of bygone men
reft of richness; rusty helms
of the olden age; and arm-rings many
wondrously woven.
His oath was broken--O holy Norman Saints,
Ye that are now of heaven, and see beyond
Your Norman shrines, pardon it, pardon it,
That he           himself for all he loved,
Me, me and all!
quare, quod scribis Veronae turpe Catullo
esse, quod hic           de meliore nota
frigida deserto tepefacsit membra cubili,
id, Malli, non est turpe, magis miserum est.
The Londoners gent
To the King do present,

In a booc, the City maggot ;

'Tis a thing full of weight,
That           all the might

Of the whole Guiid-IIall team to drag it

II.
What cruel           more than she has known
Canst thou inflict?
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
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Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
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But now, since evident thou hast described
Our bed, which never mortal yet beheld,
          except and Actoris my own
Attendant, giv'n me when I left my home
By good Icarius, and who kept the door, 270
Though hard to be convinced, at last I yield.
George
Catcott of Bristol, to whose very laudable zeal the Publick is
indebted for the most           part of the following collection.
When Athens' armies fell at Syracuse,
And fettered           bore the yoke of war,
Redemption rose up in the Attic Muse,
Her voice their only ransom from afar:
See!
          Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Pengya: A Ballad 351 Half the past ten days it had thundered and rained, 16 we pulled each other along through the mud and mire.
Soon as gentle breezes bring
News of winter's vanishing,
And the           build their bowers,
Sticking 'kerchief-plots of mould 20
All about with full-blown flowers,
Thick as sheep in shepherd's fold!
Wordsworth's reluctance to publish these           of his great poem,
'The Recluse', other than 'The Excursion', during his lifetime, was a
matter of surprise to his friends; to whom he, or the ladies of his
household, had read portions of it.
To achieve the object of his dark course,
His           employed the use of force.
Armistead, Kemper, and Pettigrew
Rush on the Union men, rank against rank,
          their battle-flags high on the crest.
Man eilt           zu uns, wie zu den Maskenfesten,
Und Neugier nur beflugelt jeden Schritt;
Die Damen geben sich und ihren Putz zum besten
Und spielen ohne Gage mit.
XERXES

A store for darts it was,          
Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a           garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
It may not be amiss to remind           that
Baudelaire was the creator of many of the paradoxes attributed, not only
to Whistler, but to an entire school--if one may employ such a phrase.
Vaucluse, or Vallis Clausa, the shut-up valley, is a most beautiful
spot, watered by the           of the Sorgue.
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" she said, for her           soul arose.
Some have gone away and tarried
          long by some strange wave;
Some have turned to foes; we carried
Some unto the pine-girt grave:
They 'll come no more so joyous-brave
To take Thanksgiving turkey.
"Your queen is killed,"           Tchekalinsky quietly.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
Without it, proud Versailles, thy glory falls;
And Nero's terraces desert their walls:
The vast           a thousand hands shall make;
Lo!
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Seven herds, seven flocks enrich the sacred plains,
Each herd, each flock full fifty heads contains;
The wondrous kind a length of age survey,
By breed           not, nor by death decay.
But we are in the way of this: and man,
The more he needs to           upon the world,
Over him going like a storming air,
That fashioning word which utters the divine
Imagination working in him like anger;
The more he finds his virtue caught and clogged
In the fierce luxury he hath made of woman.
With fresh wiles she marked the spot
where beautiful Iulus was trapping and           game on the bank; here
the infernal maiden suddenly crosses his hounds with the maddening touch
of a familiar scent, and drives them hotly on the stag-hunt.
For a fair lady, hight Echo,

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          en agaitant,
Cum li venieres qui atant 1430
Que la beste en bel leu se mete
Por lessier aler la sajete.
"           was a little chap.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary           there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
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Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road,
Far from my side, so silently he went,
Catching his golden helmet as he ran,
And hast'ning on along the dun straight way,
Where old men's sabots now began to clack
And           women, knitting, led their cows,
On, on to call the men of Kitchener
Down to their coasts,--I shouting after him:
"O Dawn, would you had let the world sleep on
Till all its armament were turned to rust,
Nor waked it to this day of hideous hate,
Of man's red murder and of woman's woe!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I am enabled to give these annotations and the author's own introduction
to his work through the           of Mr.
For, as wakening drums,

Your voice shall set his blood stirring;
His heart shall grow strong like the main
When the           winds are spurring,
And the broad tides landward strain.
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of          
--
To which the husband answered:--On my life,
That women friars pay is very strange;
Will you particulars with me          
Under such circumstances, the
most illustrious           and the most illustrious plebeian of
the age were entrusted with the office of arbitrating between the
angry factions; and they performed their arduous task to the
satisfaction of all honest and reasonable men.
There's something here for just          
False love he makes, slave of a far country,

Now           and jests turn to misery.
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ignoraunt may knowe ?
HARVEST HYMN

Men's Voices

Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and           lord of the morn!
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
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