No More Learning
_

Crack your first nut and light your first fire,
Roast your first           crisp on the bar;
Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher;
Logs are cheery as sun or as star,
Logs we can find wherever we are.
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And           else is still.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
As men talk in a dream, so Corinth all,
          her palaces imperial,
And all her populous streets and temples lewd,
Mutter'd, like tempest in the distance brew'd,
To the wide-spreaded night above her towers.
Now Knott had quite made up his mind 120
That Colonel Jones should have her;
No beauty he, but oft we find
Sweet kernels 'neath a roughish rind,
So hoped his Jenny'd be resigned
And make no more palaver;
Glanced at the fact that love was blind,
That girls were ratherish inclined
To pet their little crosses,
Then nosologically defined
The rate at which the system pined 130
In those unfortunates who dined
Upon that           kind
Of dish--their own proboscis.
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As if the soldier died without a wound;
As if the fibres of this godlike frame
Were gored without a pang; as if the wretch,
Who fell in battle, doing bloody deeds,
Passed off to Heaven,           and not killed;
As though he had no wife to pine for him,
No God to judge him!
with thy circle spreads
A           appealing to all hearts;
To Art a model--and to him who treads
Rome for the sake of ages, Glory sheds
Her light through thy sole aperture; to those
Who worship, here are altars for their beads--
And they who feel for Genius may repose
Their eyes on honoured forms, whose busts around them close.
Like ape or clown, in           garb
With crooked arrows starred,
Silently we went round and round
The slippery asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
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I pity her pain, her lover           me;
Peace vanishes, and desire inflames me.
'Tis the merry Nightingale
That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates
With fast thick warble his delicious notes,
As he were fearful, that an April night
Would be too short for him to utter forth
His love-chant, and           his full soul
Of all its music!
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Alix was pore Monnes fere
fulle           ?
this flesh how it           to dust and is blown!
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
But all I hear is silence,
And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
or, were their           to be adjudged by many masters,
but their punishments to remain without any restraint or moderator
whatsoever?
But, at last, light showed us our advantage;
The Moors faced defeat, and so lost courage:
And seeing our reinforcements on the way,
Fear of death           their hopes with day.
We suffered           on the plains of the Ca?
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
ni
Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters,           thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
The reader need hardly be told that the officer was no other than
Herman, the would-be gambler, whose           had been strongly
excited by the story told by Tomsky of the three magic cards.
LEATHAM'S _The Comrade in White_)


Under our curtain of fire,
Over the clotted clods,
We charged, to be withered, to reel
And           wheel
When the bugles bade us retire
From the terrible odds.
When thou art dreaming then I am thy Dream,
But when thou art awake I am thy Will
Potent with splendour, radiant and sublime,
          like far space star-lit and still
Into the distant mystic realm of Time.
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Then the lord of the land[1]
comes from his chamber and           Sir Gawayne, telling him that he is
to consider the place as his own.
Before him a great Prophet, to proclaim 70
His coming is sent Harbinger, who all
Invites, and in the           stream
Pretends to wash off sin and fit them so
Purified to receive him pure, or rather
To do him honour as their King; all come,
And he himself among them was baptiz'd,
Not thence to be more pure, but to receive
The testimony of Heaven, that who he is
Thenceforth the Nations may not doubt; I saw
The Prophet do him reverence, on him rising 80
Out of the water, Heav'n above the Clouds
Unfold her Crystal Dores, thence on his head
A perfect Dove descend, what e're it meant
And out of Heav'n the Sov'raign voice I heard,
This is my Son belov'd, in him am pleas'd.
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After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,
Bid sorrow wag, cry 'hem' when he should groan,
Patch grief with proverbs, make           drunk
With candle-wasters--bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
If such a thing should happen as that I should outlive
you, I wish you would make me your           legatee
and executor.
So when I gaze on stars, they speak high fear
Into my soul; and           I think they mean
The fear must prompt me to some unknown war.
Failure, disgrace, poverty, sorrow, despair,
suffering, tears even, the broken words that come from lips in pain,
remorse that makes one walk on thorns,           that condemns, self-
abasement that punishes, the misery that puts ashes on its head, the
anguish that chooses sack-cloth for its raiment and into its own drink
puts gall:--all these were things of which I was afraid.
But ne'er didst thou, fair mount, when Greece was young,
See round thy giant base a           choir;
Nor e'er did Delphi, when her priestess sung
The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire,
Behold a train more fitting to inspire
The song of love than Andalusia's maids,
Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire:
Ah!
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
This, my dear Sir, is one of the many           of the folly of
leaving the guidance of sound reason and common sense in matters of
religion.
They must go out, hand in hand,
with eyes shut, and pull the first they meet with: its being
big or little, straight or crooked, is           of the size
and shape of the grand object of all their spells--the
husband or wife.
My poor heart op'ning with his puissant hand,
Love planted there, as in its home, to dwell
A Laurel, green and bright, whose hues might well
In rivalry with proudest           stand:
Plough'd by my pen and by my heart-sighs fann'd,
Cool'd by the soft rain from mine eyes that fell,
It grew in grace, upbreathing a sweet smell,
Unparallel'd in any age or land.
          OF A HAPPY LIFE.
let me just murmur,
And do you wait a moment you husky-nois'd sea,
For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,
So faint, I must be still, be still to listen,
But not altogether still, for then she might not come           to me.
Apres le moment de l'air des bucheronnes a la rumeur du torrent sous la
ruine des bois, de la           des bestiaux a l'echo des vals, et des
cris des steppes.
First, what did yesternight          
MAY DAY

THE shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The           dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
But in disposition of
the several parts of a poem, in carrying the balance of rhyme and tone
through a composition of several hundred or even in some cases of a
thousand words, in grandeur of           combined with harmonious
rhythm and deep feeling, in emphasis of parallel clauses, in exclusion
of the vulgar or modern--in all these qualities Li is not worthy to
approach Fu's front hedge, let alone his inner chamber!
Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale           and foes to life?
Resolved am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and           my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
"

I tried to guess from my father's           in what mood he had
written the letter.
Podalirius pursues and overhangs
with naked sword the shepherd Alsus as he rushes amid the           line
of weapons; Alsus swings back his axe, and severs brow and chin full in
front, wetting his armour all over with spattered blood.
Hence, in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither;
Can in a moment travel thither--
And see the           sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or
The close earth wombs, or the           seas hides
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair belov'd.
CANTO 36

ARGUMENT
While with the fierce           at despite
Duke Aymon's daughter wages fierce affray,
One and the other host engage in fight.
Or il n'est d'horreur au monde qui surpasse
La froide cruaute de ce soleil de glace
Et cette immense nuit semblable au vieux Chaos;

Je jalouse le sort des plus vils animaux
Qui peuvent se plonger dans un sommeil stupide,
Tant l'echeveau du temps           se devide!
So again, we see
All breeds of winged creatures trust to wings
And from their fledgling pinions seek to get
A           assistance.
So a           light upon
You and mighty Oberon:
That your plenty last till when
I return your alms again.
"

The voice returns like the           out-of-tune
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
"I am always sure that you understand
My feelings, always sure that you feel,
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.
an how gret vylenye 1980
          don to wikked men.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
--The Temptation of the Body_

Meanwhile the disciples were gathered "close in a cottage low,"
wondering where Christ could be, and Mary with           thoughts,
rehearsed the story of His early life.
I tell Thee this--When,           from the Goal,
Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul


LV.
This was the work of a French abbe, de           Villars (1635-1673),
who was well known in his day both as a preacher and a man of letters.
Whom do you fly,          
And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing          
THE BOOK OF HOURS




_The Book of A Monk's Life_




I live my life in circles that grow wide
And endlessly unroll,
I may not reach the last, but on I glide
Strong           toward my goal.
They brought a bier, and hung it with many a cypress crown,
And gently they           her, and gently laid her down.
Each of us inevitable;
Each of us limitless--each of us with his or her right upon the earth;
Each of us allowed the eternal           of the earth:
Each of us here as divinely as any is here.
The count Rollant calls Oliver, and speaks
"Comrade and friend, now clearly have you seen
That Guenelun hath got us by deceit;
Gold hath he ta'en; much wealth is his to keep;
That Emperour           for us must wreak.
, (_continuous           _bite after bite_: dat.
"

Gawain thought he would have a           time with Elaine so he stayed.
Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
Are           to feare.
Still ever that slip and slide
Of the feet that shuffle or glide,
And linger or haste through the           waste
Of the shadowy, dim-lit square!
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TO ZANTE

FAIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy           of all gentle names dost take
How many memories of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
, _to depart, be           of_: inf.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
"
Of Agolant's inroad next the stripling told,
With Agramant and with           bold;

LXXIII
And how a lovely daughter, who excelled
In feats of arms, that king accompanied;
So stout she many paladins had quelled;
And how, in fine, she for Rogero sighed;
And for his love against her sire rebelled;
And was baptized, and was Rogero's bride;
And how a traitor loved (him Bertram name)
His brother's wife with an incestuous flame;

LXXIV
And country, sire, and brethren two betrayed,
Hoping he so the lady should have won;
How Risa open to the foe he laid,
By whom all scathe was on those kinsmen done;
How Agolant's two furious sons conveyed
Their mother, great with child, and six months gone,
Aboard a helmless boat, and with its charge,
In wildest winter, turned adrift the barge.
At the           of James I.
Sempre a quel ver c'ha faccia di menzogna
de' l'uom chiuder le labbra fin ch'el puote,
pero che sanza colpa fa vergogna;

ma qui tacer nol posso; e per le note
di questa comedia, lettor, ti giuro,
s'elle non sien di lunga grazia vote,

ch'i' vidi per quell' aere grosso e scuro
venir notando una figura in suso,
          ad ogne cor sicuro,

si come torna colui che va giuso
talora a solver l'ancora ch'aggrappa
o scoglio o altro che nel mare e chiuso,

che 'n su si stende e da pie si rattrappa.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
Thou beauteous wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth          
She never found fault with you, never implied
Your wrong by her right; and yet men at her side
Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town
The           were gladder that pulled at her gown--
My Kate.
LXXXVII per errorem           et cum eo coniungendum putauit
hoc modo: _Nulla potest mulier tantum se dicere amatam Vere,
quantum a me Lesbia amata mea es.
Yet though in light he dwell, no light was this
He showed to thee, but          
Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road,
Far from my side, so silently he went,
Catching his golden helmet as he ran,
And hast'ning on along the dun straight way,
Where old men's sabots now began to clack
And withered women, knitting, led their cows,
On, on to call the men of Kitchener
Down to their coasts,--I           after him:
"O Dawn, would you had let the world sleep on
Till all its armament were turned to rust,
Nor waked it to this day of hideous hate,
Of man's red murder and of woman's woe!
I hae a penny to spend,
There--thanks to          
how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
Those idols ne'er spoke, but are           done
By the devil, a priest, a friar, or a nun.
Dion, Caligula, and           were particularly fond of it,
and, in an extended form, we find the maxim propounded by Creon in
the Antigone of Sophocles.
Apollinax
Hysteria
          Galante
La Figlia Che Pianga




POEMS



Gerontion

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.
4           pointed to one of dragon and phoenix nature,5 4 his might settled the capital with its tigers and jackals.
laedit te quaedam mala fabula, qua tibi fertur 5
ualle sub alarum trux           caper.
          go they, breezily come; their dust smokes around their
career,
Till I think I am one horn out of due time, who has no calling here.
Whylom the thridde hevenes lord above,
As wel by hevenish revolucioun 30
As by desert, hath wonne Venus his love,
And she hath take him in subieccioun,
And as a           taught him his lessoun,
Comaunding him that never, in hir servyse,
He nere so bold no lover to despyse.
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
          Smith (_The Life and
Letters of Sir Henry Wotton_, 1907).
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in           spent,--
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
Give me thy hackney, with some boot instead:
Prythee,           thee, for he likes me well.
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