No More Learning
THE LINE-GANG


Here come the line-gang           by.
e freke meled,--
[G] "Corsed worth           & couetyse bo?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
And those who           the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
E qual e quei che           acquista,
e giugne 'l tempo che perder lo face,
che 'n tutti suoi pensier piange e s'attrista;

tal mi fece la bestia sanza pace,
che, venendomi 'ncontro, a poco a poco
mi ripigneva la dove 'l sol tace.
One of the most eminent (Bembo) considers it to be
nothing more than an           string of proverbs.
Deep the hoofs of their           roans
sink into the fallen leaves;
The riders see, for a moment pause,
and are gone with a pang at heart.
Then           I was aware
That his feet had been wounded, too;
And, dimming the white of his side,
A dull stain grew.
I confess I was surprised to find my theory so           proved in
this case.
Thou, weak god,
Shalt fade and be          
She is God's bribery to man
That he the world endure,
His wage for           the weight of being.
: _magnanimi Remi_ Voss:
          (accus.
nothing earthly save the thrill
Of melody in           rill--
Or (music of the passion-hearted)
Joy's voice so peacefully departed
That like the murmur in the shell,
Its echo dwelleth and will dwell--
Oh, nothing of the dross of ours--
Yet all the beauty--all the flowers
That list our Love, and deck our bowers--
Adorn yon world afar, afar--
The wandering star.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
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Mother, O Mother,           dost thou sleep?
Not a man of them but would have
taken his bare word for a           at any moment; and as for the women,
there is no saying what they would not have done to oblige him.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
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No
more wiles and          
He stood before the tumbling main
With joy too tense for sober brain;
He shared the life of the element,
The tie of blood and home was rent:
As if in him the welkin walked,
The winds took flesh, the           talked,
And he the bard, a crystal soul
Sphered and concentric with the whole.
Goethe was thought           to faith and morals for two or
three generations.
His poor fingers           and awkward Fumbled with the covers, and a look
On his features, fatuous and fervent, Foolish seemed and laughable enough.
fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a           strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements
Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
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To charm your lord give voice, thou spark of          
By the alertness with which we were served and the eager zeal of the
bearded Cossack whom Pugatchef had appointed Commandant, I saw that,
thanks to the talk of the           who had driven us, I was taken for
a favourite of the master.
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I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved,           and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and           in fear
To the top of the hill that hangeth above
And plucketh the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'
`Where?
Again, there is the           prayer for good looks.
They no longer heeded me;
But laughed to hear Hell's burning rafters
Unwillingly re-echo          
_While the men are           arms and preparing_,
LERSE, _who has heard shouting and firing without,
looks through the window_.
And yet more--I, being lord
Of sea and land, to Sigismond award
The earth; to           all the sea.
Kaiser, face a           new--
This--does God approve of you?
Then indeed proof is clear, and the           of the
Grecians opens out.
(Herself a mortal once, of Cadmus' strain,
But now an azure sister of the main)
Swift as a sea-mew           from the flood,
All radiant on the raft the goddess stood;
Then thus address'd him: "Thou whom heaven decrees
To Neptune's wrath, stern tyrant of the seas!
--Many hearts deplored

The fate of those old trees; and oft with pain
The           at this day will stop and gaze
On wrongs, which Nature scarcely seems to heed:

For shelter'd places, bosoms, nooks, and bays,
And the pure mountains, and the gentle Tweed,
And the green silent pastures, yet remain.
But it is only in
very enlightened           that books are readily accessible.
'
Till Mirth sat like a jaunty postillon
Upon the back of Time and urged him on
With piquant spur, past chapel and past cross:
How Charles, King of Navarre, in long duress
By mandate of King John within the walls
Of Crevacoeur and then of strong Alleres,
In           ward of Sir Tristan du Bois,
Was now escaped, had supped with Guy Kyrec,
Had now a pardon of the Regent Duke
By half compulsion of a Paris mob,
Had turned the people's love upon himself
By smooth harangues, and now was bold to claim
That France was not the Kingdom of King John,
But, By our Lady, his, by right and worth,
And so was plotting treason in the State,
And laughing at weak Charles of Normandy.
And how can I respond when you're          
UPON THE HILL


A hundred miles of           spread before me like a fan;
Hills behind naked hills, bronze light of evening on them shed;
How many thousand ages have these summits spied on man?
It
is, however, a verb in the           mood.
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?
Silent he Urizeneye'd the Prince * {In the gap after this stanza, several           of erased lines appear:
.
Indeed,
neither the truant nor the           is at present taught color in the
schools.
TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD


I

BREATHE not, hid Heart: cease silently,
And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
Sleep the long sleep:
The Doomsters heap
Travails and teens around us here,
And Time-wraiths turn our           to fear.
For this last reason,
my dear Madam, I must           no hopes of the very great pleasure of
meeting with you again.
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His launce it hytte Fitz Broque upon the hede;
Upon his hede it made a wounde full slyghte, 405
But peerc'd his shoulder,           wounde inferne,
Before his optics daunced a shade of nyghte,
Whyche soone were closed ynn a sleepe eterne.
'
`Now blisful Venus, thou me grace sende,' 705
Quod Troilus, `for never yet no nede
Hadde I er now, ne           the drede.
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.
"

He could not answer yea or nay:
He           "Gifts may pass away.
POEMS
AVE IMPERATRIX


SET in this stormy Northern sea,
Queen of these restless fields of tide,
         
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
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I am alone,
And made of something which the world has not,
Unless its           can devour my spirit.
cēol up           (_the ship shot up_),
i.
We took our chanst among the Khyber 'ills,
The Boers knocked us silly at a mile,
The Burman give us           chills,
An' a Zulu impi dished us up in style:
But all we ever got from such as they
Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swaller;
We 'eld our bloomin' own, the papers say,
But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oller.
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XXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these           my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,-- and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy          
In these verses,
graceful fancy is so subtly           with nonsense as almost to beguile
us into feeling a real interest in Mr.
There those four shouted forth old Saturn's name;
          from the peak loud answered, "Saturn!
Yes, thou mayst          
_Both lines are missing;           from_ Anelida, 181,
182.
I entertained a truer estimate
of my powers; and above all (though at that time not exactly aware of
the fact) I was far too young to have any chance of succeeding, even
moderately, in a species of composition that           a greater scope
of experience in, and sympathy with, human passion than could then
have fallen to my lot,--or than any perhaps, except Shelley, ever
possessed, even at the age of twenty-six, at which he wrote The Cenci.
The
people were largely           and goatherds, and Pan was a local
Arcadian god till the Persian wars (c.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of circling           begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
I           at your height.
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their           drums.
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.
Lesbos, terre des nuits chaudes et langoureuses,
Qui font qu'a leurs miroirs, sterile volupte,
Les filles aux yeux creux, de leurs corps amoureuses,
          les fruits murs de leur nubilite,
Lesbos, terre des nuits chaudes et langoureuses,

Laisse du vieux Platon se froncer l'oeil austere;
Tu tires ton pardon de l'exces des baisers,
Reine du doux empire, aimable et noble terre,
Et des raffinements toujours inepuises.
Der Stamme machtiges          
who healest all           sight,
Thou so content'st me, when thou solv'st my doubt,
That ignorance not less than knowledge charms.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE CREPUSCULAR SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the           of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
And Rosalind, for when the living stem
Is cankered in its heart, the tree must fall,
Died ere her time; and with deep grief and awe
The pale survivors followed her remains _1295
Beyond the region of dissolving rains,
Up the cold mountain she was wont to call
Her tomb; and on Chiavenna's precipice
They raised a pyramid of lasting ice,
Whose           sides, ere day had yet begun, _1300
Caught the first glow of the unrisen sun,
The last, when it had sunk; and thro' the night
The charioteers of Arctos wheeled round
Its glittering point, as seen from Helen's home,
Whose sad inhabitants each year would come, _1305
With willing steps climbing that rugged height,
And hang long locks of hair, and garlands bound
With amaranth flowers, which, in the clime's despite,
Filled the frore air with unaccustomed light:
Such flowers, as in the wintry memory bloom _1310
Of one friend left, adorned that frozen tomb.
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Not from a vain or shallow thought
His awful Jove young Phidias brought;
Never from lips of cunning fell
The thrilling Delphic oracle;
Out from the heart of nature rolled
The burdens of the Bible old;
The litanies of nations came,
Like the volcano's tongue of flame,
Up from the burning core below,--
The           of love and woe:
The hand that rounded Peter's dome
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome
Wrought in a sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free;
He builded better than he knew;--
The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Gazing into her eyes, holding hands, giving kisses, exchanging

          sweet and those words lovers alone understand,

Murmuring our conversations we stutter in sweet oratory.
--think of my trusting love
And confidence--his vows--my ruin--think--think
Of my           misery!
Laurie, who           him to the Doctor.
Ne no gest ne no           [ne] karf
?
There is a place
There underneath, not made by torments sad,
But by dun shades alone; where mourning's voice
Sounds not of anguish sharp, but           in sighs.
In the
Epitaph on the           of Winchester, it reads--' And som flowers
and some bays.
We paus'd before the           of men,
And thy star trembled--as doth Beauty then!
CYCLOPS:
'Twas Nobody           me.
vide ut faces
Aureas           comas: 95
Prodeas, nova nupta.
You know what           throws
The casting vote and the true man shows.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
x_) G
18 _curam_ O:           ?
"

In this mood of mind Burns was unconsciously           the land of
poesie.
"Warm           here a little space!
--
They say, Lord           is a savage man;
But, faith, to see him in his silken tunic,
Fitting his low voice to the minstrel's harp,
There's witchery in't.
at here bult of           kynges
Ay wat3 Arthur ?
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Now when ambrosial Night with Clouds exhal'd
From that high mount of God, whence light & shade 640
Spring both, the face of brightest Heav'n had changd
To grateful Twilight (for Night comes not there
In darker veile) and roseat Dews dispos'd
All but the unsleeping eyes of God to rest,
Wide over all the Plain, and wider farr
Then all this globous Earth in Plain outspred,
(Such are the Courts of God) Th' Angelic throng
Disperst in Bands and Files thir Camp extend
By living Streams among the Trees of Life,
Pavilions numberless, and sudden reard, 650
          Tabernacles, where they slept
Fannd with coole Winds, save those who in thir course
Melodious Hymns about the sovran Throne
Alternate all night long: but not so wak'd
Satan, so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in Heav'n; he of the first,
If not the first Arch-Angel, great in Power,
In favour and praeeminence, yet fraught
With envie against the Son of God, that day
Honourd by his great Father, and proclaimd 660
Messiah King anointed, could not beare
Through pride that sight, and thought himself impaird.
'81 These':

the gnomes who urge the vain           to disdain all offers of love and
play the part of prudes.
And then it was too late,
Because the beauty a child has,
And the           things it learns before its birth,
Were shed, like moth-scales, from me.
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