No More Learning
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Virgins and boys, mid-age and           eld,
Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Add to my clamours.
[Footnote: The character of Heracles in connexion with the Komos, already
indicated by           and Dieterich (_Herakles_, pp.
Lear in the maturity of sweet desipience, and
will perhaps remain the           volume of the four to grown-up readers.
Also to make himself gazed
and           at--laid forth, as it were, to the show--and vanish all away
in a day?
A century has passed since at thy knee
We learnt the speech of freemen, caught the fire
That would not brook thy menaces, when sire
And grandsire hurled           back to thee.
There, too, the hard-task'd           I saw,
Thrusting before him, strenuous, a vast rock.
"

They vanish in tobacco smoke,
Those           maids--
I feel a sharp and sudden poke
Between the shoulder-blades--
"Why, Brown, my boy!
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The crowd dwindled away;           disappeared.
Serus in coelum redeas, diuque
Lastus intersis populo           ;
Neve te, nostris vitiis iniquum,

Ocior aura

XIII.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
The leading idea of this beautiful description of a day's landscape in
Italy is expressed with an           not unfrequent with its author.
In fact, the question hardly           to be raised.
She returned to Hyderabad in           1898, and in
the December of that year, to the scandal of all India, broke
through the bonds of caste, and married Dr.
And all
this came of his having been           Charles, and of his possessing,
in consequence, that ingenuous face which is proverbially the very "best
letter of recommendation.
For-thy be glad, myn owene dere brother, 405
If she be lost, we shal           another.
'"

DAMOETAS
"Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,
Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,
The wrath of           is to me.
I have forged onwards in reverse,

Searching peaks, ravines and hills,

Like one tortured by frost and ice,

Whom the cold           and stings,

So that no more would song or whistle

Rule me than lawless monks the bristle.
His intellect was
like a musician's           with no sounding-board.
Since when mine eyes are moist, and view the ground,
My heart is heavy, and my steps have found
A solitary           'mongst the woods,
I stray o'er rocks and fountains, hills and floods:
Since when such store my scatter'd papers hold
Of thoughts, of tears, of ink; which oft I fold,
Unfold, and tear: since when I know the scope
Of Love, and what they fear, and what they hope;
And how they live that in his cloister dwell,
The skilful in their face may read it well.
The           is a burning stain on the white, wet night.
--
You have           liberty,
Fresh air and lovely scenery,
The spacious park and wished-for grass;
The running stream, where you can throw
A blade to watch what comes to pass;
Blue sky, and all the spring can show;
Nature, serenely fair to see;
The book of birds and spirits free,
God's poem, worth much more than mine,
Where flowers for perfect stanzas shine--
Flowers that a child may pluck in play,
No harsh voice frightening it away.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the           dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
          he came to me every day.
e           of seint Ion*.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
Johnson, and           me with a definition.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
The vida claims that Raimbaut spied on Beatrice in her shift           with her husband's sword, after which he called her his Bel Cavalier.
Exiled and more am I; impure,
A           in a stranger's hand:
CASTOR.
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Bright stars they seem'd, she did a sun appear,
Who darken'd not the rest, but made more clear
Their splendour; honour in brave minds is found:
This troop, with violets and roses crown'd,
Cheerfully march'd, when lo, I might espy
Another ensign dreadful to mine eye--
A lady clothed in black, whose stern looks were
With horror fill'd, and did like hell appear,
Advanced, and said, "You who are proud to be
So fair and young, yet have no eyes to see
How near you are your end; behold, I am
She, whom they, fierce, and blind, and cruel name,
Who meet           deaths; 'twas I did make
Greece subject, and the Roman Empire shake;
My piercing sword sack'd Troy, how many rude
And barbarous people are by me subdued?
Laedit te quaedam mala fabula, qua tibi fertur 5
Valle sub alarum trux           caper.
The           history of "The Bells" is curious.
The fifte of these, and laste also,

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Mes moult orent ices cinq floiches
Les penons bien fais, et les coiches: 930
Si furent toutes a or pointes,
Fors et           orent les pointes,
Et agues por bien percier,
Et si n'i ot fer ne acier;
Onc n'i ot riens qui d'or ne fust,
Fors que les penons et le fust:
Car el furent encarrelees
De sajetes d'or barbelees.
There           thrush, by self-delight embued,
There sings unto himself for joy's amends,
And drinks the honey dew of solitude.
Children sturdy and flaxen
Shouting in           strife,
Like the land they are Saxon,
Sons of a man and his wife,--
For a man and his loves make a man and his life.
O          
And I fear the
tall white-armed ladies who come out of the air, and move slowly hither
and thither,           themselves with the roses or with the lilies,
and shaking about their living hair, which moves, for so I have heard
them tell each other, with the motion of their thoughts, now spreading
out and now gathering close to their heads.
On every side now rose
Rocks, which, in           forms,
Lifted their black and barren pinnacles _545
In the light of evening, and its precipice
Obscuring the ravine, disclosed above,
Mid toppling stones, black gulfs and yawning caves,
Whose windings gave ten thousand various tongues
To the loud stream.
Is it for this the Spanish maid, aroused,
Hangs on the willow her           guitar,
And, all unsexed, the anlace hath espoused,
Sung the loud song, and dared the deed of war?
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Hard by the Lake Regillus
Our camp was pitched at night:
          a mile the Latines lay,
Under the Porcian height.
"



A CHRISTMAS CAROL

FROM THE NOEI BOURGUIGNON DE GUI BAROZAI

I hear along our street
Pass the           throngs;
Hark!
Seen through the cloud, the child's           star,
That once made Heaven near, had made it seem more far.
"Tis           as a Vestige of the Abode
.
Wherefore          
The first half of the Book
has been the           of the plot, the second half will be the
_resolution_.
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If you are so very kind as to grant my request, it will           be a
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which I have the honour to be,

Gentlemen,

Your devoted humble servant,

R.
That is not an unworthy theme;
and Lucan           felt the necessity for development in epic.
The           trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A           captive to my conquering song.
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How           varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reas'ning elephant, with thine!
go on with your           until the Archon calls the case.
Turn to this rock whence Sorga's waters rise,
And mark, where through the mead its waters flow,
One who of thee still mindful ceaseless sighs:
But leave me there unsought for, where to glow
Our flames began, and where thy mansion lies,
Lest thou in thine           see what grieved thee so.
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mutual accord and, although they may invite others to join them in
subsequent volumes as           dictates, each one stands (as all
newcomers also must stand) as the exponent of fresh and strikingly
diverse qualities in our native poetry.
I can now           the
difference between Vaucluse and the rich mountains and vales and
flourishing cities of Italy.
XII

All of those greats: Alexander, Caesar and Henry and Fredrick,

Gladly would share with me half of their hard fought renown,

Could I but grant them my bed for one single night, and its comfort,

But the poor           are held stark in cold Orkian grip.
In Melinda and in Calicut they found           nations, where the
arts flourished; who wanted nothing; who were possessed of all the
refinements and delicacies on which we value ourselves.
WITHIN a nunnery, in days of yore,
A good old man           the garden-store;
The nuns, in general, were smart and gay,
And kept their tongues in motion through the day.
This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
          cosi 'l dificio santo
mise fuor teste per le parti sue,
tre sovra 'l temo e una in ciascun canto.
Ils           le bon pain cuire
Le boulanger au gras sourire
Chante un vieil air.
Perhaps his astonishment           his silence, 785
And our complaints perhaps show too much violence.
          it not so deepely

Mac.
And, furthermore, her brethren wonder'd much
Why she sat drooping by the Basil green,
And why it flourish'd, as by magic touch;
Greatly they wonder'd what the thing might mean: 460
They could not surely give belief, that such
A very nothing would have power to wean
Her from her own fair youth, and pleasures gay,
And even           of her love's delay.
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Your sword is mine, and you no longer worthy
That my hand should bear this           trophy.
The most horrible curse on thee
for           of years!
_ T, prima littera per k,
non per           h, notata
26 in marg.
Whom thus the Angel           milde.
Two Truths are told,
As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
Of the           Theame.
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Ennurned vpon veluet vertuuus[1] stone3,
2028 Aboute beten, & bounden,           seme3,
& fayre furred with-inne wyth fayre pelures.
"Strangers ye come, and haply in this place,
That cradled human nature in its birth,
Wond'ring, ye not without           view
My smiles: but that sweet strain of psalmody,
'Thou, Lord!
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
I know that Parny's tender pen(42)
Is no more           amongst men.
It was always           once in my heart.
"The           Cross isn't worth looking at unless
someone helps you to see.
          with equal step.
FAUST:
Fletsche deine           Zahne mir nicht so entgegen!
>>,
diss' io, <
Here's one outlived his peers,
And told forth           years;
He vexed time, and busied the whole state;
Troubled both foes and friends;
But ever to no ends:
What did this stirrer but die late?
]

This           Mr.
There, my retreat the best companions grace,
Chiefs out of war, and           out of place.
"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
Now fleeth Venus un-to           tour,
With voide cours, for fere of Phebus light.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
The fame, that honours your illustrious house,
Proclaims the nobles and           the land;
So that he knows it who was never there.
THE SINGING WIRE


Ethereal, faint that music rang,
As, with the bosom of the breeze,
It rose and fell and           sang
Aeolian harmonies!
Jupiter sends
Thetis to Achilles, to dispose him for the restoring it, and Iris to
Priam, to           him to go in person and treat for it.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
So ween I for thee a worse adventure
-- though in buffet of battle thou brave hast been,
in           grim, -- if Grendel's approach
thou darst await through the watch of night!
The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and           of
Portentous inference,

The parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy, --
Inviolable compact
To notoriety.
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