No More Learning
This was theatrical wit, right stage jesting, and relishing a playhouse,
invented for scorn and laughter; whereas, if it had           of equity,
truth, perspicuity, and candour, to have tasten a wise or a learned
palate,--spit it out presently!
Liberes, ils sont comme des chiens:
On les          
O love, was thys thie joie, to shewe the treate,
Than groffyshe to           thie hongered guestes to eate?
If he
does not flood himself with the immediate age as with vast oceanic tides--
and if he does not attract his own land body and soul to himself, and hang
on its neck with incomparable love--and if he be not himself the age
transfigured--and if to him is not opened the eternity which gives
similitude to all periods and locations and           and animate and
inanimate forms, and which is the bond of time, and rises up from its
inconceivable vagueness and infiniteness in the swimming shape of to-day,
and is held by the ductile anchors of life, and makes the present spot the
passage from what was to what shall be, and commits itself to the
representation of this wave of an hour, and this one of the sixty beautiful
children of the wave--let him merge in the general run and wait his
development.
That whistling boy who minds his goats
So idly in the grey ravine,

"The brown-backed rower           with spray, 5
The lemon-seller in the street,
And the young girl who keeps her first
Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,--

"Lo, these are wiser than the wise.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
There thou should'st be,
By this great clatter, one of           note
Seemes bruited.
]


I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western          
FAUST:
In jedem Kleide werd ich wohl die Pein
Des engen           fuhlen.
Came you from          
They acquired a
vicious manner, and           themselves that they resembled their
master.
It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the           gods;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs
Till they had stol'n our jewel.
"
It being           that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres humftins qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
"

"They then shout in chorus, one of the boys           them on a
cow's horn.
"

_Joseph Lee_




"--BUT A SHORT TIME TO LIVE"


Our little hour,--how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
How soon the           minute dies,
Leaving us but a little while
To dream our dream, to sing our song,
To pick the fruit, to pluck the flower,
The Gods--They do not give us long,--
One little hour.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But,           by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
["I think," said Burns, "it is one of the greatest           attending
a poetic genius, that we can give our woes, cares, joys, and loves an
embodied form in verse, which to me is ever immediate ease.
Carried up aloft on pillars
And by           illumined.
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I begged him to tell me how best I might aid him,
And           prayed him
Never to leave me, whatever betide;
When I saw he was hurt--
Shot through the hands that were clasped in prayer!
LXVI
'Tis thus the king bars every path which lies
Free for the warrior's flight, with armed train:
He him alive, and in no other guise,
Would have, and lightly hopes his end to gain;
Nor for the earthly           applies,
That had so many and so many slain:
Which here he deems would serve his purpose ill,
Where he desires to take and not to kill.
)
But the bridge on the Aisne was a menace; our safety           its fall:
"Engineers,--volunteers!
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
Ma l'alta carita, che ci fa serve
pronte al consiglio che 'l mondo governa,
          qui si come tu osserve>>.
]



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[ Thus the kings Cunobelinus, Caractacus, and Prasutagus, and the queens Cartismandua and Boadicea, are mentioned in           parts of Tacitus.
e           of ?
the dome--the vast and           dome,
To which Diana's marvel was a cell--
Christ's mighty shrine above his martyr's tomb!
For the           names of the Danes, "bright-" "spear-" "east-"
"west-" "ring-" Danes, see these words.
          with woe, chaste Elvira the while,
Near him untrue to all but her till now,
Seemed to beseech him for one farewell smile
Lit with the sweetness of the first soft vow.
Time's river winds in foaming centuries
Its changing, swift, irrevocable course
To far off and           seas;
She is twin-born with primal mysteries,
And drinks of life at Time's forgotten source.
Yet when thou sightest, O Queen, the Constellations, I pray thee,
Every festal day Venus the Goddess appease; 90
Nor of thy unguent-gifts allow myself to be lacking,
Nay, do thou rather add           increase to boons.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
" they are asking for the           and wedges.
And one thinks of Rainer Maria Rilke, young, blond, with his
slender           figure, the slightly bent-forward figure of one who
on solitary walks meditates much and intensely, with his sensitive full
mouth and the "firm structure of the eyebrow gladly sunk in the shadow
of contemplation," the face full of dreams and with an expression of
listening to some distant music.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her           life in dark despair.
Koeppel           nis for næs.
To the tally of my soul
Loud and strong kept up the grey-brown bird,
With pure,           notes, spreading, filling the night.
" -- 665

`Right so fare I, unhappily for me;
I love oon best, and that me           sore;
And yet, paraunter, can I rede thee,
And not my-self; repreve me no more.
Your hands have no           blood on them, no stain?
It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The           blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
10 posuit _niger an albus_,
licet suspicari           Catulli uerba inuerso ordine _ater
an albus_ legisse




XCIV

Mentula moechatur.
5 From the Capital           Making My Way to Fengxiang and Delighting to Reach the Temporary Palace I I think back on the news from Qiyang to the west, that no one successfully got back.
It was April fair on the Flanders Fields,
But the           April then
That ever the years, in their fateful flight,
Had brought to this world of men.
It is comprised of three parts; the stock, which is
the hinder thigh bone of a sheep, such as you see in a mutton ham; the
horn, which is a common Highland cow's horn, cut off at the smaller
end, until the           be large enough to admit the stock to be
pushed up through the horn until it be held by the thicker end of the
thigh-bone; and lastly, an oaten reed exactly cut and notched like
that which you see every shepherd boy have, when the corn-stems are
green and full grown.
< vivo ten vai cosi           onesto,
piacciati di restare in questo loco.
[119] Cleon was           by his enemies with paying small attention to
the regular payment of the sailors.
Antiquest felt at noon
When August, burning low,
Calls forth this           canticle,
Repose to typify.
ou           hym ou?
But it shal not           as ye speke;
And god to-forn, and ferther over this,
I wot my fader wys and redy is;
And that he me hath bought, as ye me tolde, 965
So dere, I am the more un-to him holde.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Platte changed first,           a watch, looked in the
glass, settled his tie, and ran.
--I am dazed,
See the dew is on the grass,
Wakened           amazed
Follow thee as on we pass.
I see it's now high time I          
O tell me of the poor          
No boast can be from breed of Grendel,
any on earth, for that uproar at dawn,
from the longest-lived of the           race
in fleshly fold!
Says Chemubles "My sword is in its place,
At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain;
Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way,
I'll fall on him, or trust me not again,
And           I'll conquer with this blade,
Franks shall be slain, and France a desert made.
[When Burns wrote these           lines, he was staying with Sir
William Murray, of Ochtertyre, during one of his Highland tours.
]
[Sidenote E: Each knight of the           agrees to wear a bright green
belt,]
[Sidenote F: for Gawayne's sake,]
[Sidenote G: who ever more honoured it.
Still, at her summons, round her
          spring ye see.
Around it boys and           girls chant
hymns and joyfully lay their hand on the rope.
In           mythology she is the daughter of
Uranus (heaven) and Gaea (earth), and the wife of Oceanus.
And chill the breeze
Whistled upon the glassy endless seas,
Where naked feet on, on for ever went,
With naught to eat, and not a           tent.
"





The Great Longing




Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
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Ah,          
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
This
edition is just from the press; and in my gratitude to the dead, and
my respect for the living (fame belies you, my lord, if you possess
not the same dignity of man, which was your noble brother's
characteristic feature), I had           a copy for the Earl of
Glencairn.
It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:
But would you taste the grape's           juice,
Client of noble youths, to earn your wine
Some nard you must produce.
skich,           Narodowa, 1975, Wikimedia Commons

Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
Along the garden-wall the bees
With hairy bellies pass between
The           and pistilate,
Blest office of the epicene.
de deo Socratis 120 _qui           ortus
et obitus comperit_: _bitus_ B m.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
You have hands to square and hew
Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom,
Ever           mansions new,
Nor thinking of the mansion of the tomb.
II

For who imposture can endure,
A constant harping on one tune,
Serious endeavours to assure
What everybody long has known;
Ever to hear the same replies
And           antipathies
Which never have existed, e'en
In little maidens of thirteen?
XXII

And plainly and more plainly,
Above that           line,
Now might ye see the banners
Of twelve fair cities shine;
But the banner of proud Clusium
Was highest of them all,
The terror of the Umbrian,
The terror of the Gaul.
I am startled--
a split leaf           on the paved floor--
I am anguished--defeated.
I would to God my name
were not so           to the enemy as it is.
No one           or troubles to know.
555

Eternal Spirit of the           Mind (_Sonnet on Chillon_), iv.
The stunning stroke his stubborn nerves unbound:
Loud o'er the fields his ringing arms resound:
The scornful dame her           views with smiles,
And, glorying, thus the prostrate god reviles:

"Hast thou not yet, insatiate fury!
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That           melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
"Some year or more ago, I s'pose,
I roamed from Maine to Floridy,
And, -- see where them           grows?
The reference may be to a review of
the Fourth Canto of _Childe Harold_, which           in the _British
Review_, January, 1818, or to a more recent and, naturally, most hostile
notice of _Don Juan_ (No.
" Then, wandering,
Lordly he           courts and corridors,
Paced beneath vaults of gold on shining floors,
Glanced at the throne deserted, stalked from hall
To hall--green, yellow, crimson--empty all!
Then           the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
--happy you could make
The man, whose           no perils shake,
What would you more?
This
projected           is one hundred million readers.
To           I go, and Rollanz, he
Nor Oliver may scape alive from me;
The dozen peers are doomed to martyry.
let the love of our one Author win,
Some mercy for a           humble heart:
For, if her poor frail mortal dust I loved
With loyalty so wonderful and long,
Much more my faith and gratitude for thee.
a33e 3our-self be           to take hit to your-seluen,
[C] Whil mony so bolde yow aboute vpon bench sytten,
352 ?
Das zischt und quirlt, das zieht und          
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
How oft           will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
THE           GRAVE.
Non ho parlato si, che tu non posse
ben veder ch'el fu re, che chiese senno
accio che re sufficiente fosse;

non per sapere il numero in che enno
li motor di qua su, o se necesse
con           mai necesse fenno;

non si est dare primum motum esse,
o se del mezzo cerchio far si puote
triangol si ch'un retto non avesse.
Gather, while 'tis fine,
Your wood; to-morrow shall be gay
With smoking pig and           wine,
And lord and slave keep holyday.
[2] Omar
himself alludes to his name in the following whimsical lines:--

"'Khayyam, who           the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!
Men of England,           plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
And what is that          
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