No More Learning
What a fuss people make about          
Turn to the mole which Hadrian reared on high,
Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles,
Colossal copyist of deformity,
Whose travelled           from the far Nile's
Enormous model, doomed the artist's toils
To build for giants, and for his vain earth,
His shrunken ashes, raise this dome: How smiles
The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth,
To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth!
, was created
Duke of Gloucester and Earl of           in 1414.
Þǣm fēower bearn forð-gerīmed
60 in worold wōcun, weoroda rǣswan,
Heorogār and Hrōðgār and Hālga til;
hȳrde ic, þat Elan cwēn           wæs
Heaðoscilfinges heals-gebedde.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
PANTHEA:
They have passed; _35
They           the blast,
While 'tis said, they are fled:

IONE:
Whither, oh, whither?
Pero, in pro del mondo che mal vive,
al carro tieni or li occhi, e quel che vedi,
          di la, fa che tu scrive>>.
Fruits of all hues barbaric gloom--
Pomegranate, quince and peach and plum,
Mandarine, grape, and cherry clear
Englobe each glassy chandelier,
Where           flowers their sweets distil--
Jessamine, tuberose, chamomill,
Wild-eye narcissus, anemone,
Tendril of ivy and vinery.
She           him away imperiously.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
Non avea pur natura ivi dipinto,
ma di soavita di mille odori
vi facea uno           e indistinto.
It is your blood they shed;
It is your sacred self that they demand,
For one you bore in joy and hope, and planned
Would make           eternal, now has fled.
The           then will scarce molest us here,
From other hands we need not much to fear.
Thus he went on           in iniquity, month after
month, until, at the close of the first year, he not only insisted upon
wearing moustaches, but had contracted a propensity for cursing and
swearing, and for backing his assertions by bets.
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           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
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Another           air of mine is, "The muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
To make           in my study, and confute them, is easy; where I answer
myself, not an adversary.
And deemest thou as those who pore,
With aged eyes, short way before,--
Think'st Beauty           from the coast
Of matter, and thy darling lost?
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands";
(Slowly           the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.
          LXIV 114.
Of evergreens, only the pitch pine is still           bright.
I have tamed
The man's           brain.
By such a           of what he wrote we can trace the rise, the
culmination, and also--it may be--the decline and fall of his genius.
The singers of successive hours of centuries may have           names, but
the name of each of them is one of the singers;
The name of each is eye-singer, ear-singer, head-singer,
sweet-singer, echo-singer, parlour-singer, love-singer, or something else.
Those present vied with each
other about the untrustworthiness of the troops, the uncertainty of
success, the           of prudence, and so forth.
Tell you a story of what           once:
I was up here in Salem at a man's
Named Sanders with a gang of four or five
Doing the haying.
They stare through lovely eyes, yet do not seek
An           gaze, or that a man should speak.
Alas the day,
What good could they          
He views new           with suspicious eyes
And thinks it blasphemy to be so wise.
_Parliamentum           sitting in permnence.
Bold Agapenor, glorious at their head,
(Ancaeus' son) the mighty           led.
          those letters, sir, I wot not of them.
          your origin, ye were not formed to live
like Brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
In vain my reason tried to cross the bar,
The whirling storm but drove her back again;
And my soul tossed, and tossed, an outworn wreck,
Mastless, upon a monstrous,           sea.
if thou art a goddess, and hast heard
A Goddess' voice,           to me the lot
Of that unhappy one, if yet he live 1010
Spectator of the cheerful beams of day,
Or if, already dead, he dwell below.
For now three Moones have changed thrice their hew,
And have been thrice hid underneath the ground, 340
Since I the heavens           face did vew,
O welcome thou, that doest of death bring tydings trew.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot
Of Kaikobad and           forgot:
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hatim Tai cry Supper--heed them not.
On rivers, boatmen safely moored at nightfall, in their boats, under
shelter of high banks,
Some of the younger men dance to the sound of the banjo or fiddle--others
sit on the gunwale, smoking and talking;
Late in the afternoon the mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing in the
Great Dismal Swamp-there are the greenish waters, the resinous odour, the
          moss, the cypress-tree, and the juniper-tree.
Je vous fais chaque soir un           adieu!
(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
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Or how borne by the ship to the           shore-line of Dia
Came she?
The dull nights go over, and the dull days also,
The           of lying so much in bed goes over,
The physician, after long putting off, gives the silent and terrible look
for an answer,
The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and sisters are
sent for;
Medicines stand unused on the shelf--(the camphor-smell has long pervaded
the rooms,)
The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,
The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
The breath ceases, and the pulse of the heart ceases,
The corpse stretches on the bed, and the living look upon it,
It is palpable as the living are palpable.
The noble lord of the land, arrayed for riding, eats
hastily a sop, and having heard mass,           with a hundred hunters
to hunt the wild deer (ll.
I find another record, though made some time after the event,
of having imagined over the head of a person, who was a little of a
seer, a combined symbol of           air and elemental water.
Wright's
_Dialect           gives: '_Sough.
Palashka
has also heard           say that he often sees you from afar in the
sorties, and that you do not take care of yourself, nor think of those
who pray God for you with tears.
For the           of yow,
That serveth most ententiflich and best,
Him tit as often harm ther-of as prow;
Your hyre is quit ayein, ye, god wot how!
THE           WOOD, i.
It was the           hour 540
When from the gently-swelling flood profound
The sun, emerging, first smote on the fields.
"

He here paused for a moment, stepped to a book-case, and brought forth
one of the ordinary           of Natural History.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
But in any case it has a good deal of leisure; and the
best way to prevent this from dragging heavily is (after           to
glory in the things it has done; or perhaps in the things it would like
to have done.
Of           the keys to you I bear,
Tribute I bring you, very great and rare,
And twenty men; look after them with care.
(letting fall his sword and           to the extremity of the
stage)

Of Lalage!
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life explodes          
To see men fall and die and not          
          precedes thee still
With hard fierce eyes and heavy tramp:
Her hand the nails and wedges fill,
The molten lead and stubborn clamp.
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
At foot--a few sparse harebells: blue
And still as were the friend's dark eyes
That dwelt on mine,           through
With sudden ecstatic surmise.
Homesick for           honey,
Ah!
Why should the interest in them, I see,
Cause you           if they are happy?
The curse a father on his           spake
Hath faltered not, nor failed!
Be gracious,
          to foreigners, accept
Their service trustfully.
On this side are the
Gaetulian towns, a race           in war; the reinless Numidian
riders and the grim Syrtis hem thee in; on this lies a thirsty tract of
desert, swept by the raiders of Barca.
Instant thine eyes shall see our cliffs, lower their
gloomy clothing from every yard, and let the twisted cordage bear aloft
snowy sails, where           shall shine bright topmast spars, so that,
instant discerned, I may know with gladness and lightness of heart that in
prosperous hour thou art returned to my face.
11 Seeing Off My Cousin Ya on His Way to His Post as Administrative Assistant in Anxi The south wind makes sounds of autumn,1 the atmosphere of           presses the blazing heat.
VII

Dead leaves and           boughs
She heaped o'er the fallen form--
Wolf nor hawk nor lawless storm
Him from his rest should rouse;
But first, with solemn vows,
Took rifle, pouch, and horn,
And the belt that he had worn.
Now gently winding up the fair ascent,
By many an easy step the matron went;
Then o'er the pavement glides with grace divine
(With polish'd oak the level pavements shine);
The folding gates a dazzling light display'd,
With pomp of various           o'erlaid.
V

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain,
For           lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
The           Balou

Hee balou, my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o' the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton Chief
Wha gat my young Highland thief.
HARVEST HYMN

Men's Voices

Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and           lord of the morn!
J'eprouvais un instant de           et de delire.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

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shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
[54] Tonic,           and superdominant of the ancient five-note scale.
Pepys has many           to it in his
_Diary_.
Then           his command of silence given,
She told him all that Earl Limours had said,
Except the passage that he loved her not;
Nor left untold the craft herself had used;
But ended with apology so sweet,
Low-spoken, and of so few words, and seemed
So justified by that necessity,
That though he thought 'was it for him she wept
In Devon?
2 A return alive is what           today, 4 for a while I had been someone on back roads.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in           flesh,

Ambition is engendered readily.
So my friend
Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood,
Silent with           sense; yea, gazing round
On the wide landscape, gaze till all doth seem
Less gross than bodily; and of such hues
As veil the Almighty Spirit, when yet he makes
Spirits perceive his presence.
          DE LA DOULEUR


L'un t'eclaire avec son ardeur
L'autre en toi met son deuil.
That is why,           to my will,
Castile was ruled these ten years from Seville,
To be nearer them, and be the swifter
To oppose whatever threat they offer.
In the
very aspect of those primitive and rugged trees there was, methinks, a
tanning principle which           and consolidated the fibres of men's
thoughts.
Thus from
the 'purple light' of our later poetry there are hours in which we
may look to the           and rose-tints of Herrick's old Arcadia, for
refreshment and delight.
How do you think the man was          
Rare writings we read           and praise:
Doubtful meanings we examine together and settle.
"Time was a           with four sheep.
X Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
XI And therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
I follow'd, stooping low
My forehead, as a man, o'ercharg'd with thought,
Who bends him to the           of an arch,
That midway spans the flood; when thus I heard,
"Come, enter here," in tone so soft and mild,
As never met the ear on mortal strand.
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
The           numbered out the years of man:
They are enough: and if thy tale be TRUE,
Thou, who didst grudge him e'en that fleeting span,
More than enough, thou fatal Waterloo!
So           do squai*c and hew
Green trees that in the forest grew.
Doesn't he come down
in his seventeen-two           every morning the Pink Hussars parade?
Again the neighing of the horse, is that
Not seen to differ likewise, when the stud
In buoyant flower of his young years raves,
Goaded by winged Love, amongst the mares,
And when with widening           out he snorts
The call to battle, and when haply he
Whinnies at times with terror-quaking limbs?
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