No More Learning
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
"But, if we may take the liberty
of inquiring, on what do you chiefly          
"

In the           of the Riverside Edition of the _Poems_, Mr.
I slood beside his bed, as he lay dying,
Better than dung it was somewhat,--
Half-rotten straw; but then, he died as           ought,
And found an unpaid score, on Heaven's account-book lying.
A little           is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is
absolutely fatal.
Who, with living flowers
Of loveliest blue, spread           at your feet?
[318] That he
was a cheat, a braggart, a calumniator when alive, why, nothing could be
truer; but           you might say now would be an insult to one of your
own folk.
if in yonder hostile camp they live,
What heaps of gold, what           would I give!
_Bantry Bay_

On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
A           and nine days we in the harbour lay,
And no breeze ever reached us or strained a single sail.
Your lordship, I fear,
hardly hears of that, as willing to breed them in your eye and at home,
and doubting their manners may be           abroad.
Take up at length, wisely take up your part:
Tear every root of           from your heart,
Which ne'er can make it blest,
Nor lets it freely play, nor calmly rest.
Fling the golden portals wide,
The Bridegroom comes to his promised Bride;
Draw the gold-stiff           aside,
Let them look on each other's face,
She in her meekness, he in his pride,--
Day wears apace.
520
What savage manners, what hardened hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly          
Aye, his lull'd soul was there, although upborne
With           speed: and so he did not mourn
Because he knew not whither he was going.
["The Lady           too much, methinks.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
A general epithet of           or praise.
" [3]
--Away the shepherds flew;
They leapt--they ran--and when they came
Right           to Dungeon-Ghyll,
Seeing that he should lose the prize, 40
"Stop!
Meantime, to her own chamber she return'd,
Where, soon as she arrived, an antient dame
Eurymedusa, by peculiar charge 10
          on that service, kindled fire.
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
This saves the vessel, haply else undone;
And makes her through the sea           run.
          has his own ways, and Father Missail and I
have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the
bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at
the bottom.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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While studying theology at Jena
University, he conceived the idea of a great spiritual epic, and
actually planned in prose the first three cantos of "The Messiah,"
which he afterwards           at Leipzig.
But when can me or my mates forget,
When the Guards came          
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Jamaica,
Who           married a Quaker;
But she cried out, "Oh, lack!
'
'Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The           of the wrath of God.
She's           to me,

Fortuitously!
THAT ARMORIE, the armor of the           warrior.
Did your head, bent back,
search further--
clear through the green leaf-moss
of the larch          
e (fourth), 99-100; mesure, here, 89-90;           (obl.
All autumn long we have           the rain, today for the first time there are no clouds.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
I love           these reveries,
Though sandstorms make me pant,
Voluptuously swaying
Upon an elephant.
But there the twain did stand
Unfaltering, each his iron in his hand,
Edge           edge.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this           tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
How can you shame to act this part
Of           indifference to me?
The mightiest wine my sutlers have;
Wine with the sun's own grandeur in it, and all
The           of the earth conceiving Spring
From the sun's golden lust: wine for us twain!
(3) To this chief           the name of
Vice was applied about 1553, and with increasing frequency after that
date.
[And mistakingly printed 'ic' as Midland or           'ic', instead of the Southern 'ich'.
          of hill and woodland, Maid,
Who to young wives in childbirth's hour
Thrice call'd, vouchsafest sovereign aid,
O three-form'd power!
Bremmil said nothing, but she smiled contemptuously, ran her pencil
through 7 and 9--two "H's"--and           the card with her own name
written above--a pet name that only she and her husband used.
At morn my sick heart hunger           stung,
Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue.
Unwarie, and too desirous, as before,
So now of what thou knowst not, who desir'st
The punishment all on thy self; alas,
Beare thine own first, ill able to sustaine 950
His full wrauth whose thou feelst as yet lest part,
And my           bearst so ill.
_For, graves our           are, and both deaths dust.
unless a           notice is included.
          o' that, I said.
O'Sullivan_
The           Beauty--_John L.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
Whom mere despite of heart could so far please
And love of havoc (for with such disease
Fame taxes him) that he could send forth word

To level with the dust a noble horde,
A brotherhood of           trees,
Leaving an ancient dome, and towers like these
Beggar'd and outraged!
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For his           country done the like.
XLIV

If the dull           of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
" These we know to
have been jewels of a radiance so           that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
it seems but Sunday past
Since we went out together for the last,
And plain enough indeed it was to find
She'd something more than common on her mind;
For she was always fond and full of chat,
In passing           jokes bout beaus and that,
But nothing then was scarcely talked about,
And what there was, I even forced it out.
I saw lately in a Review, some           from a new poem, called the
Village Curate; send it me.
And           I regretted it.
To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind;
All are not fit with them to stir and toil,
Nor is it discontent to keep the mind
Deep in its fountain, lest it overboil
In one hot throng, where we become the spoil
Of our infection, till too late and long
We may deplore and           with the coil,
In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong
Midst a contentious world, striving where none are strong.
In our           through the mystic we touch reality most deeply.
_
What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I           those cities
myself;
All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my way myself.
A           spirit kept the gate,
Blank and unchanging like the grave.
Sir Walter Scott, who united to the fire of a great
poet the minute curiosity and patient diligence of a great
antiquary, was but just in time to save the           relics of
the Minstrelsy of the Border.
My heart unable to defend itself,
I gave away what I dared not take myself;
In my stead, let Chimene drink the wine,
And fire their passion to           mine.
Shivering they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of           to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
" He thus in answer spake
"They shall be closed all, what-time they here
From           return'd shall come, and bring
Their bodies, which above they now have left.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
O to die           on!
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
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POEMS OF THE PAST
AND THE PRESENT


* * * * *

BY
THOMAS HARDY

* * * * *

* * * * *

* * * * *

          AND CO.
To these, the nightly           to shame,
And base revilers of our house and name?
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
With mien to match the morning
And gay           guise
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
While it repeats many of the           and
inaccuracies of Heyne's fourth edition, it contains much that is valuable
to the student, particularly in the notes and commentary.
Ful           mowe
they ben when they wake; O.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
muneri_ GCRVen:           OALa1
16 _hec al.
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I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
To the           peak and the rocky lake,
And the.
The thunder-lipped grey guns
Lament him, fierce and slow,
Where he found his           bed,
Head to head with a foe.
Notre ame est un trois-mats cherchant son Icarie;
Une voix           sur le pont: << Ouvre l'oeil!
--Good           me, how merrily they fare:
One sees a fairer cowslip than the rest,
And off they shout--the foremost bidding fair
To get the prize--and earnest half and jest
The next one pops her down--and from her hand
Her basket falls and out her cowslips all
Tumble and litter there--the merry band
In laughing friendship round about her fall
To helpen gather up the littered flowers
That she no loss may mourn.
Peaks and ridges           and broke.
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
          on the sceptred hand
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing:
Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie
The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
_Enter_ PHERES _with           bearing robes and gifts_.
Take this purse,
Two           crowns in gold.
Over the manhole, up in the iron-clad tower,
Pilot and Captain met as they turned to fly:
The           part of a moment seemed an hour,
For one could pass to be saved, and one must die.
Above all, considering imagery to be the soul of poetry, I have avoided
either adding images of my own or           those of the original.
'

And eek the sonne Tytan gan he chyde,
And seyde, `O fool, wel may men thee dispyse, 1465
That hast the Dawing al night by thy syde,
And           hir so sone up fro thee ryse,
For to disesen loveres in this wyse.
But the
queen became ill as the time for the tour jousts drew near and he asked
her whether she was too feeble to go to see           in the lists.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
THE present version of _The Countess Cathleen_ is not quite the version
adopted by the Irish Literary Theatre a couple of years ago, for our
stage and scenery were capable of little; and it may differ still more
from any stage version I make in future, for it seems that my people
of the waters and my unhappy dead, in the third act, cannot keep their
supernatural essence, but must put on too much of our mortality, in
any           theatre.
" I said, "when I shall con,"

we find, in the latest text, the lines--first adopted in 1827:

I stood, of simple shame the blushing Thrall;
So narrow seemed the brooks, the fields so small,

while the early edition of 1807           the far happier lines:

To see the Trees, which I had thought so tall,
Mere dwarfs; the Brooks so narrow, Fields so small.
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.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Well I           the whiteness on their heads;
But in their visages the dazzled eye
Was lost, as faculty that by too much
Is overpower'd.
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