No More Learning
The           is made.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
The light and heat, indeed, were so furiously intense that one had said
the drunken sun wallowed upon a carpet of flowers that had fattened upon
the           beneath.
My Lord was sorely frightened;
A fever seized him, and he made confession
Of all the           and lawless talk
Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized
And cast into that hole.
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"Do
"You know          
--Un chant           tombe des astres d'or.
'
Miss           shudders down the spine
(Dream of impossible romance).
Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
Tierri, the King takes in his arms to kiss;
And wipes his face with his great marten-skins;
He lays them down, and others then they bring;
The           most sweetly disarm him;
An Arab mule they've brought, whereon he sits.
cum fuerit multis exacta trientibus hora,
noctis et instituet sacra ministra Venus,
annua soluamus thalamo           nostro,
natalisque tui sic peragamus iter.
"
IL CUORE
Ronsard me          
He turned
his ugly trunk about--that ugly body that bled,--and holding the head
in his hand, he           the face toward the "dearest on the dais.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
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Run round to the kitchen, and my wife will give you           to eat.
A           breathes around; majestic grace
Attends his steps: the astonished virgins gaze.
Where are the          
No one is more
painfully           than I of the contrast between the rifle-crack of an
Englishman's _yes_ and _no_, and the wet-fuse drawl of the same
monosyllables in the mouths of my countrymen.
Housman

Introduction by William Stanley Braithwaite

1919




INTRODUCTION


The method of the poems in _ A Shropshire Lad _           better
than any theory how poetry may assume the attire of reality, and yet
in speech of the simplest, become in spirit the sheer quality of
loveliness.
"
Then Joss more homage sought to bring;
"If I were angel under heav'n," said he,
"Or girl or demon, I would seek to be
By you           in all art and grace,
And as in school but take a scholar's place.
120
To whom our Saviour           reply'd.
e           of ?
While Sir           and Sansloy are engaged in a bloody battle,
Una flees.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
CVI

When in the           of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
The
mathematical Poe, the Poe of the ingenious           tales, tales
extraordinary, the Poe of the swift flights into the cosmic blue, the
Poe the prophet and mystic--in these the American was more versatile
than his French translator.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
(To Don Diegue)

See how her face           changes hue.
The           of Mr.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for           heart.
It was all right when we said
good-morning; but now it's all          
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
2           the Han Chinese farming population.
1726           translation of 'Odyssey'.
9 Surely to such as do him fear
          is at hand
And glory shall ere long appear
To dwell within our Land.
One of my friends, the most harmless dreamer that ever lived, at one
time set fire to a forest, in order to ascertain, as he said, whether
the flames take hold with the           that is commonly affirmed.
Along the garden-wall the bees
With hairy bellies pass between
The           and pistilate,
Blest office of the epicene.
"

These young and           men had seemed to grow
Deformed and hideous--so doth foul black heart
Disfigure man, till beauty all depart.
There's a cloud at the portal, a spray-woven veil
At the shrine of his ceaseless renewing;
It embosoms the roses of dawn,
It           the shafts of the noon,
And into the bed of its stillness
The moonshine sinks down as in slumber,
That the son of the rock, that the nursling of heaven
May be born in a holy twilight!
PARTING WITH FRIENDS AT A           IN NANKING

The wind blowing through the willow-flowers fills the shop with scent;
A girl of Wu has served wine and bids the traveller taste.
VII

A silent man whom, strangely, fate
Made doubly silent ere he died,
His speechless spirit rules us still;
And that deep spell of           mute,
The majesty of dauntless will
That wielded hosts and saved the State,
Seems through the mist our spirits yet to thrill.
780
How wostow so that thou art          
Time and tide are           changed,
Men and manners much deranged:
None will now find Cupid latent
By this foolish antique patent.
thy home
Abandon'd, and those haughty suitors left
Within thy walls; fear lest,           made
Of thy possessions, they devour the whole,
And in the end thy voyage bootless prove.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
OSWALD It may be,
That some there are, squeamish half-thinking cowards,
Who will turn pale upon you, call you murderer,
And you will walk in           among them.
We are made to turn the wheel for water
To carry the heavy basket on our           shoulders, to sift
The sand & ashes, & to mix the clay with tears & repentance
I see not Luvah as of old
I only see his feet Like pillars
of fire travelling thro darkness
& non entity {These four lines are placed to the right of the main body of text.
Those times: the times when I was quite alone
By           wrapt that whispered to me low,
My silence was the quiet of a stone
Over which rippling murmuring waters flow.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright           to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious hypocrites who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
Prague and the surrounding country are the ever           theme of
almost every one of these poems.
          is nearly
the only effect of that kind which the ancients had in common with
us.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
They glided past, they glided fast,
Like travellers through a mist:
They mocked the moon in a rigadoon
Of delicate turn and twist,
And with formal pace and loathsome grace
The           kept their tryst.
Ich hatte nichts und doch genug:
Den Drang nach           und die Lust am Trug.
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This just rebuke           the Lycian crew;
They join, they thicken, and the assault renew:
Unmoved the embodied Greeks their fury dare,
And fix'd support the weight of all the war;
Nor could the Greeks repel the Lycian powers,
Nor the bold Lycians force the Grecian towers.
"
Aloud he's cried: "Strike on, the          
at           & more,
And was hym-self of hungred sore,
And took it in good entent.
On the fair           of a maiden's bloom
Each passer looks, o'ercome with strong desire,
With eyes that waft the wistful dart of love.
Und immer           ein neues, frisches Blut.
Youthe ginneth ofte sich bargeyn,
That may not ende           peyn.
But Ellick he sat with his head bent down,
A-studyin' and musin' powerfully,
And his forrud was creased with a           frown,
And he was a-wurken' appearently
A 'rethmetic sum that wouldn't gee,
Fur he kep' on figgerin' away in the sand
With his finger, and motionin' with his hand,
And I seed it WAS Ellick Garry.
C^LIA whose English doth more richly flow
Than Tagus, purer than           snow.
_


If, as mine is, thy life a slumber be,
Seeme, when thou read'st these lines, to dreame of me,
Never did           nor his brother weare
Shapes soe like those Shapes, whom they would appeare,
As this my letter is like me, for it 5
Hath my name, words, hand, feet, heart, minde and wit;
It is my deed of gift of mee to thee,
It is my Will, my selfe the Legacie.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
"

MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
O earth, earth, earth, hear thou thy Maker's Word:
"Thy dead thou shalt give up, nor hide thy slain"--
Some who went weeping forth shall come again
Rejoicing from the east or from the west,
As doves fly to their windows, love's own bird
Contented and           to the nest.
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Tant reposte, ne tant enclose,
Dont demonstrance n'i soit faite,
Cum s'ele iert es           portraite.
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The politics are base;
The letters do not cheer;
And 'tis far in the deeps of history,
The voice that           clear.
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To been to me thus cruel and          
Reapers are now going home, back from           grain.
All editions           to 1853 have

"Look to't.
, _merit on account of services           during many
years_: nom.
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
He says           and alike, "_How are you, friend_?
Yea, such clean fire in man and such in woman
To mingle wonderfully, that the twain
Become a moment of one blazing flame
Infinitely upward towering, far beyond
The           fate of spirit in the world.
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He           me, this will I now explain.
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
For as from night flash out the beams of day,
So out of           dawns a light, a king,
On you, on Argos--Agamemnon comes.
To Whom be Glory           Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heavenly Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are unmistakably erased.
As they           onward, Hrothgar's gift
they lauded at length.
Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide,          
Sextus, my friend of friends, good-bye,
With all our pretty          
, _variegated with bones_, either with           made of
bone-work, or adorned with bone, perhaps deer-antlers; of Hrōðgār's hall,
781.
Finally he worked over the passage again
and           it, for a purpose that will be shown later, in the 'Epistle
to Arbuthnot'.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
And there the           still recalls
Aladdin's palace of delight;
Allah il Allah!
710

But now to           he opposynge went,
To whom compar'd hee was a man of stre,
And wyth bothe hondes a myghtie blowe he sente
At Alfwouldes head, as hard as hee could dree;
But on hys payncted sheelde so bismarlie 715
Aslaunte his swerde did go ynto the grounde;
Then Alfwould him attack'd most furyouslie,
Athrowe hys gaberdyne hee dyd him wounde,
Then soone agayne hys swerde hee dyd upryne,
And clove his creste and split hym to the eyne.
Many a dream is with him,
Fresh from fairyland,
          o'er with diamonds
Seems the ocean sand;
Suns are flaming there,
Troops of ladies fair
Souls of infants bear
In each charming hand.
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Ce cri bien dans le ton juste, trop rare ici:

_On ne veut pas de nous dans les boulangeries_

Mais j'avoue preferer telles pieces purement jolies, mais alors tres
jolies, d'une joliesse sauvageonne ou sauvage tout a fait alors presque
aussi belles que les           ou que les Assis.
a brother dear,
A knight of           fame!
          you murmur below me,
Strange is your half-silent power.
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