No More Learning
--No;
But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of
the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends;
The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and           kissed him,
While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.
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One Evening at the Close
Of Ramazan, ere the better Moon arose,
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay           round in Rows.
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"'Dear Love,           nice and chaste' (p.
The woodman and hunter shall be
your sextons, and the           shall tread upon the borders as much as
they will.
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JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask           and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their sweetness to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between midnight and midnight deep.
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and           that not only the instrument was playing.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
Do you hear
the           echoes?
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Of the Earl          
But rarely I neglect so good a thing,
That ills averts, and may such           bring.
I fly along as an           man,
On four and twenty legs the road I scour.
THE PEASANT AND HIS ANGRY LORD


ONCE on a time, as hist'ry's page relates,
A lord,           of many large estates,
Was angry with a poor and humble clod,
Who tilled his grounds and feared his very nod.
          her royal dignity towards them),
(_niggardly_?
Let the mad poets say whate'er they please
Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all,
          of cavern, lake, and waterfall,
As a real woman, lineal indeed
From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
is this the land
Which bare a triple empire in her hand
When Cromwell spake the word          
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--Yet, voices haunting us,           us, taunting us,
Hint in the night-time when life beats are low
Other and graver things .
The Governor was strong upon
The Regulations Act:
The Doctor said that Death was but
A           fact:
And twice a day the Chaplain called,
And left a little tract.
The trees, now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a' be           singing,
And every flower be springing;
Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
When by his mighty Warden
My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey,
And bonie Castle-Gordon.
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had           to see!
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"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
But right is might through all the world;
          to province faithful clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
Till Freedom cheered and joy-bells rung.
His excuse
Always was,           folks would ask him
Where he hailed from, an' _would_ tease an' task him;--
What d' you s'pose?
Heine professed to see in the prominence of the hunchback
a personal appeal of the author, who was           deformed by one shoulder
being a trifle higher than the other; this malicious suggestion reposed
also on the fact that the _quasi_-hero of "Le Roi s'Amuse" (1832, a
tragedy suppressed after one representation, for its reflections on
royalty), was also a contorted piece of humanity.
Lo the Lilly pale & the rose reddning fierce
Reproach thee & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty           to Erdman, beneath and below these 2 lines are about 11 erased pencil lines, the first [partially recovered] beginning 'XXX she wails,' the following 2 the same as the existing lines, and the remainder apparently different from the final text EJC}
I grasp thy vest in my strong hand in vain.
But the sentinel at the postern
Heard not the whisper low;
He is           of the banks of the Shannon
As he walks on his beat to and fro,
Of the starry eyes in Green Erin
That were dim when he marched away,
And a tear down his bronzed cheek courses,
'T is the first for many a day.
"

Great Britain           "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
Why should kings and nobles have
Pictured           to their grave,
And we, churls, to thee deny
Thy pretty toys with thee to lie--
A more harmless vanity?
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin--his control
Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with           groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Of silk           one can do an inch a day;
Of plain sewing, more than five feet.
Some mighty gulph of           past,
I seemed transported to another world:--
A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast
The impatient mariner the sail unfurl'd,
And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled
The silent sea.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
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On long benches the sportsmen sit ranged
Round a cleared room,           the fighting-cocks.
My heart that sometimes at night tries to confer,

Or name you most tender with whatever last word

Rejoices in that which           none but sister -

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me a sweetness, quite other,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
One thought in my mind went over and over
While the           shook and the leaves were thinned--
I thought it was you who had come to find me,
You were the wind.
'Once I dwelt apart,
Now I live with all;
As shepherd's lamp on far hill-side
Seems, by the traveller espied,
A door into the           heart,
So didst thou quarry and unlock
Highways for me through the rock.
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Thus long           Critics justly reign'd,
Licence repress'd, and useful laws ordain'd.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
Fighting at sun-down,           at dark,
Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain,
and five feet of water reported,
The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold
to give them a chance for themselves.
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Rimbaud eut le tort incontestable de protester d'abord entre haut et bas
contre la           d'a la fin abusives recitations.
A tale I'll give, where female charms partake,
And prove           whatsoe'er assail:
Blessed BEAUTY, NATURE ever should prevail.
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uestigia lectionum quae ceteris codicibus antiquiora et           sint.
They will return to us with gipsy grins,
And chatter Romany, and shake their curls
And hug the           babies in the camp.
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.
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1635 191-5 To the           of Huntington.
You should never try to           women.
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But time is too           to be wasted thus;
I'll forgo speech, wishing you to leave us.
For the heart of man must seek and wander, 5
Ask and           and discover knowledge;
Yet above all goodly things is wisdom,
And love greater than all understanding.
There was nothing else to see--
It was all so dull--
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas
Running along the grey shiny pavements;
          there was a waggon
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound
With their hoofs
Through the silent rain.
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[82] {195} The Venetians appear to have had a           turn for
breaking the hearts of their Doges.
168_;           in the
Forum, ii.
Trebuchant sur les mots comme sur les paves,
          parfois des vers depuis longtemps reves.
) And can that earth-artificer
have a freer power over his brother           (both being made of the
same metal), than God hath over him, who, by the strange fecundity of
His omnipotent power, first made the clay out of nothing, and then him
out of that?
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
RORLUND: Do you not all make           in a good
cause to save the lapsed and lost?
I seek my lord who has           me.
Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the           scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.
The           Works/ etc.
Still as a city buried 'neath the sea
Thy courts and temples stand;
Idle as forms on wind-waved tapestry
Of saints and heroes grand,
Thy phantasms grope and shiver,
Or watch the loose shores           silently 20
Into Time's gnawing river.
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Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee
And was the           of the West; the worth
Of Venice did not fall below her birth,
Venice, the eldest child of liberty.
THANKSGIVING TURKEY


Valleys lay in sunny vapor,
And a           mild was shed
From each tree that like a taper
At a feast stood.
O           Hymen, O Hymen
Hymenaeus!
Je fermai les deux yeux dans ma froide epouvante,
Et, quand je les rouvris a la clarte vivante,
A mes cotes, au lieu du mannequin puissant
Qui           avoir fait provision de sang,
Tremblaient confusement des debris de squelette,
Qui d'eux-memes rendaient le cri d'une girouette
Ou d'une enseigne, au bout d'une tringle de fer,
Que balance le vent pendant les nuits d'hiver.
And woe for us, the           line
Of Oedipus, and woe that in this house
Our father's curse must find accomplishment!
"
And straightway, thick as hailstones, came whizzing through the
air,
Pebbles, and bricks, and potsherds, all round the curule chair:
And upon Appius Claudius great fear and           came,
For never was a Claudius yet brave against aught but shame.
I add a few           from Brit.
the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           falls with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
I fear me
'Tis as you say--his           is unwell.
'Tis certain: thou hast lost a           wife.
Hark--even now she cries exultingly
The           cry that tells of battle turned--
How fain, forsooth, to greet her chief restored!
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
Come,
chant in cadence, "O Hymen           io, O Hymen Hymenaeus.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
And they go through the usual form of words, as
if the first cup was           filled and presented to the god: thus,
before any cup is filled, the man by the side of the bowl says .
"The lights that on the violet sea poured down,
The suns that set behind some far-off town,
Lit in our hearts the unquiet wish to fly
Deep in the glimmering distance of the sky;

"The loveliest           that rich cities bless,
Never contained the strange wild loveliness
By fate and chance shaped from the floating cloud--
And we were always sorrowful and proud!
E 'l dottor mio: <
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
_The_ Diuell           him_.
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
What a           land!
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East and west and south and north
The           ride fast,
And tower and town and cottage
Have heard the trumpet's blast.
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful          
what towns ere he came to the West,
To the main and the isles of the Strymon,
and the           region possess'd!
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
O haste and beat
The blunted steel we yet may draw
On Arab and on          
)
What, to pavements and           here--what were those storms of the
mountains and sea?
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and           things.
Now, Jove, for once be mighty civil,
To           all this evil;
Give me, and I've no more to say,
Give me Maria's natal day!
Cinaede Thalle, mollior cuniculi capillo
Vel anseris medullula vel imula oricilla
Vel pene languido senis situque araneoso,
Idemque Thalle turbida rapacior procella,
Cum diva munerarios ostendit oscitantes, 5
Remitte pallium mihi meum, quod involasti,
          Saetabum catagraphosque Thynos,
Inepte, quae palam soles habere tamquam avita.
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