No More Learning
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
See her whose darling child a long year past
Has dwelt beyond the wild Carpathian foam;
That long year o'er, the envious southern blast
Still bars him from his home:
Weeping and praying to the shore she clings,
Nor ever thence her straining           turns:
So, smit by loyal passion's restless stings,
Rome for her Caesar yearns.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Goldsmith and Sheridan and Burke had become so much a part
of English life, were so greatly moulded by the           that were
moulding England, that, despite certain Irish elements that clung
about them, we could not think of them as more important to us than
any English writer of equal rank.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
So feble he wex, for hete and for his wo,
That nigh he swelt, he mighte unnethe endure;
He passeth but oo steyre in dayes two,
But ner the les, for al his hevy armure, 130
He foloweth hir that is his lyves cure;
For whos           he took gretter yre
Thanne for al his brenning in the fyre.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
'And if men wolde ther-geyn appose 6555
The naked text, and lete the glose,
It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
"Friends and          
_

_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
Thus, hast thou not,          
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
* * * * *

The           against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
Yet,
as many readers are           with the _sang froid_ of a Bossu or a
Perrault, an observation in defence of our poet cannot be thought
impertinent.
" KAU}
And           joyd Plotting to rend the secret cloud
To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
But For infinitely beautiful the wondrous work arose {Erdman notes that the word "For" has been deleted in Blake.
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
Honour to the powerful          
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Non opus arcanos chartis           sensas,

Et vari& licitos condere fraude dolos.
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
'

The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
a circumstantial and instinctive mind, who delights to speak with
strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
Your mind is all as           as your blood.
Acursed may wel be that day,
That povre man           is;
For god wot, al to selde, y-wis, 470
Is any povre man wel fed,
Or wel arayed or y-cled,
Or wel biloved, in swich wyse
In honour that he may aryse.
'

Fie, fie,          
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
They bring a day with them of many lamps,
And as they move, on the black slabbed waters
Red wounds, and green, and golden, do they shoot
About them, beautiful cruelty of light;
And they throw music over the           river.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
At the time Suzong was sending out his own           to key positions in the region he controlled.
'

'Indeed I loved you, my chosen friend,
I loved you for life, but life has an end;
Through           I was ready to tend:
But death mars all, which we cannot mend.
with an hideous trayne,
And in her hand she held a mirrhour bright,
Wherein her face she often vewed fayne,
And in her selfe-lov'd           tooke delight;
For she was wondrous faire, as any living wight.
I am settled and bound up, and being so,
The very effort which it cost me to
Resolve to cleanse this           with fire,
Now leaves my mind more steady.
          of thy boon!
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
His           a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the           tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
'26 the maze of schools:'

the labyrinth of           systems of thought, especially of criticism.
Oh, sweating thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
Smashing every caste rule of the world,
          at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign.
Lanier's growth in           form.
          flocks and herds,
Cool-eyed cattle that come
Mildly to wonted words,
Swine that in orchards roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.
' The publisher           no answer.
It may only be
used on or           in any way with an electronic work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
But here are species which
they have not in their catalogue, not to mention the           which
our crab might yield to cultivation.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
, Oxford,           Press,
1903; (4) a later, yet intermediate, transcript by Mrs.
of the spirits rare,
Who, from a course unspotted, pure and high,
Are suddenly           to the sky.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
]

There is a voice, not           by all,
Sent from these desert-caves.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 333 Old men, let me make a song for you, I am put to shame by your deep           in hardship.
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Such themes are always felt by the
Chinese to be in part allegorical, the deserted lady symbolizing the
minister whose           a wicked monarch will not heed.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
XLIX

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love,           from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
Forgael was playing,
And they were           there beyond the sail.
Si tibi non cordi fuerant conubia nostra,
Saeva quod horrebas prisci           parentis,
At tamen in vostras potuisti ducere sedes, 160
Quae tibi iocundo famularer serva labore,
Candida permulcens liquidis vestigia lymphis
Purpureave tuum consternens veste cubile.
And prayer-book next, much worn though           bound,
Proves him a churchman orthodox and sound.
in my head
Many           of trouble come,
Like to flies upon a plum.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
dryhten sīnne           fand, 2790.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
One is the understanding of the persons to whom you are
to write; the other is the coherence of your sentence; for men's capacity
to weigh what will be           with greatest attention or leisure;
what next regarded and longed for especially, and what last will leave
satisfaction, and (as it were) the sweetest memorial and belief of all
that is passed in his understanding whom you write to.
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so fragrant with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of imaginative           of exultation,
even when the immediate subject is grim or grotesque.
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Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
And how should I          
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
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A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
Our God is           on.
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
437_; _Concerning the           of
Great Britain, Spain, and Portugal_, ii.
To-day, even from the
summit of High Crag, only the head and ears of a pony could be seen as
it passed up the Water Barngates Road; but at the end of last century
many of the roads were only           walled off from the moorlands
they passed over in the Lake Country.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Can I, said she, the paths of honour quit,
And in my bed a           brute permit?
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
How great my           too,

When I can see her face;

I cease to know the place,

Her love-filled eyes in view;

I'm tangled then, and won,

Conquered and so undone,

Can't turn my eyes away,

Nor ever from her stray,

And when I can see her

All is joy for me there.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
For my own affairs, I am in a fair way of becoming as eminent as
Thomas a Kempis or John Bunyan; and you may expect           to see
my birth-day inserted among the wonderful events, in the Poor Robin's
and Aberdeen Almanacks, along with the Black Monday, and the battle of
Bothwell bridge.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
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