No More Learning
Finally the 'Essay on Man' is of           in what it tells us of Pope
himself.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The story is that Don Quixote once fell in with a scholar
who had written a play about a           queen of Bohemia.
I love
To stretch me often on thy shadowed sward,
And hear the laugh of summer leaves above;
Or on thy buttressed roots to sit, and lean
In careless attitude, and there reflect
On times, and deeds, and darings that have been--
Old castaways, now swallowed in neglect;
While thou art           in thy strength of heart,
Stirring the soul to vain imaginings,
In which life's sordid being hath no part.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
For the sun tells lies on the landscape, -- now
Reports me the `what',           with the `how', --
As messengers lie, with the facts alone,
Delivering the word and withholding the tone.
Ab l'alen tir vas me l'aire

I breathe deeply, draw in the air,

That blows here from          
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Otherwise,
Let all these           sleep and just obey
My counsel.
II):

'The spouseless           mourns her lord.
Il se sent          
Time           words, like love.
unless a           notice is included.
--For the whole, as it           of
parts, so without all the parts it is not the whole; and to make it
absolute is required not only the parts, but such parts as are true.
Ask you what           I have had?
For where can scaly           forward dart,
Save where the waters give them room?
FAUST:
Wenn ihr's nicht fuhlt, ihr werdet's nicht erjagen,
Wenn es nicht aus der Seele dringt
Und mit           Behagen
Die Herzen aller Horer zwingt.
My father led the remnant of his life
On lands bestowed upon him by Batory;
There, in Volhynia,           and quiet,
Sought consolation for himself in studies;
But peaceful labour did not comfort him;
He ne'er forgot the home of his young days,
And to the end pined for it.
Und unser          
I fear it much; and I do fear besides
That I shall lose           in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.
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Title: A Selection From The Lyrical Poems Of Robert Herrick

Author: Robert Herrick

Editor: Francis Turner Palgrave

Posting Date: August 22, 2008 [EBook #1211]
Release Date: February, 1998

Language: English


*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LYRICAL POEMS ***










FROM THE LYRICAL POEMS OF ROBERT HERRICK

By Robert Herrick

Arranged with introduction by Francis Turner Palgrave




PREFACE


ROBERT HERRICK - Born 1591 : Died 1674

Those who most admire the Poet from whose many pieces a selection only
is here offered, will, it is probable, feel most           (with
the Editor) that excuse is needed for an attempt of an obviously
presumptuous nature.
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Now, alas!
sic Chalcida fluctus
          reflui?
Bosh, whose labors in the fields of
culinary and           science are so well known to all the world.
The Orchard,           Town-end,
1801.
From an early period they had been admitted to some share
of           power.
From all sides, in           to see, the people of Troy
run streaming in, and vie in jeers at their prisoner.
For nigard never with           of hond 1175
May winne him greet lordship or lond.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Take courage; suffer not excessive dread 1000
To overwhelm thee, such a guide he hath
And guardian, one whom many wish their friend,
And ever at their side, knowing her pow'r,
Minerva; she           thy griefs,
And I am here her harbinger, who speak
As thou hast heard by her own kind command.
Thou lady bright, the           to Dione,
Thy blinde and winged sone eek, daun Cupyde;
Ye sustren nyne eek, that by Elicone
In hil Parnaso listen for to abyde, 1810
That ye thus fer han deyned me to gyde,
I can no more, but sin that ye wol wende,
Ye heried been for ay, with-outen ende!
The love-sick vestal of the old "Frasciti";
          of Thalia, alas!
Thenne,           downe, hee layd hys hedde
Most seemlie onne the blocke; 370
Whyche fromme hys bodie fayre at once
The able heddes-manne stroke:

And oute the bloude beganne to flowe,
And rounde the scaffolde twyne;
And teares, enow to washe't awaie, 375
Dydd flowe fromme each mann's eyne.
{**} Ray, in his Wisdom of God in the Creation (though he did not deny a
Providence), has carried this           to the highest pitch.
This ideal Roman poetry
never           perhaps in its fullness save in Catullus himself.
So while our senses go among these wines,
Wander in green deliciousness and crimson,
And fragrance           the else-unsearchable brain,
Poet, tell out the glory of the king.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune,           and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and smoothes the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who nurtures worth and is my guide.
How a ring-dove
Let fall a sprig of yew tree in his path;
And how he died: and then, that love doth scathe,
The gentle heart, as           blasts do roses;
And then the ballad of his sad life closes
With sighs, and an alas!
UNE CHAROGNE


Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vimes, mon ame,
Ce beau matin d'ete si doux:
Au detour d'un sentier une           infame
Sur un lit seme de cailloux,

Les jambes en l'air, comme une femme lubrique,
Brulante et suant les poisons,
Ouvrait d'une facon nonchalante et cynique
Son ventre plein d'exhalaisons.
What then at last avail to me those sighs,
Which from my sorrows flow,
And in my           show
The life of anguish and despair I lead?
Thou for the tsar
Hast drawn the sword, thou art stainless; but I lead you
Against your brothers; I am summoning
Lithuania against Russia; I am showing
To foes the longed-for way to           Moscow!
Lais has left her mirror,
for she sees no longer in its depth
the Lais' self
that laughed exultant,
          Greece.
And while In wrath to           fiends she cries,
How from their hell would vengeful fiends arise!
Upon the throne
He sat, and           he fell; blood gushed
From his mouth and ears.
          we find the _offices _of the trio
marked with a sufficient distinction.
"A singular           of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
APRIL BYEWAY

Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,
Be with me travelling on the byeway now
In April's month and mood: our steps shall bend
By the shut smithy with its penthouse brow
Armed round with many a felly and crackt plough:
And we will mark in his white smock the mill
          aloof, long numbed to any wind,
That in his crannies mourns, and craves him still;
But now there is not any grain to grind,
And even the master lies too deep for winds to find.
I feel it all my members haunting--
The           Walpurgis night.
inter           pereat tibi fulgor arenas,
nec post ad superos redeat famis aurea puros!
"

At this time, an elderly Fly said it was the hour for the evening-song to
be sung; and, on a signal being given, all the Blue-Bottle-Flies began to
buzz at once in a sumptuous and sonorous manner, the melodious and
mucilaginous sounds echoing all over the waters, and resounding across the
tumultuous tops of the transitory titmice upon the           and verdant
mountains with a serene and sickly suavity only known to the truly
virtuous.
_--Leave Perth--come up           to
Endermay--fine, fruitful, cultivated Strath--the scene of "Bessy Bell,
and Mary Gray," near Perth--fine scenery on the banks of the May--Mrs.
every clod
Is faint, and falters from the war of growth
And           in a dreary dust of sloth,
Unploughed, untrod.
No howling sad
Sickens our fearful ewes; and we have had
Great bounty from           our lord.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his indefatigable journey

Over that           path never did witness the like!
"

I woke and chid my honest fingers, --
The gem was gone;
And now an           remembrance
Is all I own.
He           all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
The sweltrie[21] sonne dothe hie apace hys wayne[22],
From everich beme a seme[23]; of lyfe doe falle;
Swythyn[24] scille[25] oppe the haie uponne the playne;
          the cockes begynneth to gre[26] talle.
A strangling cavern wall;
The lighted ceiling of a music-hall
Where every actor treads a bloody soil--

The hermit's hope; the terror of the sot;
The sky: the black lid of the mighty pot
Where the vast human           boil!
I' vidi, e anco il cor me n'accapriccia,
uno aspettar cosi, com' elli 'ncontra
ch'una rana rimane e l'altra spiccia;

e Graffiacan, che li era piu di contra,
li           le 'mpegolate chiome
e trassel su, che mi parve una lontra.
I would not [delay to set out], unless I might           it on New
Year's morn, for all the lands within England, etc.
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Earth, hide him,
thine          
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
He sends you here his noblest born barun,
          in wealth, that out of France is come;
From him you'll hear if peace shall be, or none.
With so little effort does
nature           her rule and blot out the traces of men.
It was in the           song-metres of his
_ku-shih_ that he excelled.
Who has           me?
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"
Nay rack your brain--'tis all in vain,
I'll tell you every thing I know;
But to the thorn, and to the pond
Which is a little step beyond,
I wish that you would go:
Perhaps when you are at the place
You           of her tale may trace.
Strange in this dream-like place, so drear and lone,
The guest           should be living one!
,
which suggested to           the above lines in the 'Evening Walk', is
to be found in chapter i.
Our pass, which stated that all the
rules were "to be strictly enforced," as if they were determined to
keep up the semblance of reality to the last gasp, opened to us the
Dalhousie Gate, and we were conducted over the citadel by a
bare-legged           in cocked hat and full regimentals.
Each drinks a full           of his cares,
And to the gifts of balmy sleep repairs.
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When that so strange           to the rest
Of the wide world, from mouth to mouth was blown,
Knights out of number undertook the quest,
From neighbouring parts and distant; but unknown
To all remained the forest which possessed
The spring wherein the virtuous shield was thrown:
For she who told the action, would not say
Where was the well, nor in what land it lay.
Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun,
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine,
And           night drinks all.
Now           seated on her shining throne,
To Hermes thus the nymph divine begun:

"God of the golden wand!
surely thy resolve
Is altogether fixt to perish there,
If thou indeed hast           with that throng
To mix, whose riot and outrageous acts 400
Of violence echo through the vault of heav'n.
The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,
The newes of thy successe: and when he reades
Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight,
His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,
Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
In viewing o're the rest o'th' selfe-same day,
He findes thee in the stout           Rankes,
Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make
Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
Can post with post, and euery one did beare
Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,
And powr'd them downe before him

Ang.
His visage and the other's speech did raise
Desire in me to know the names of both,
whereof with meek           I inquir'd.
There is a copy amongst the           manuscripts.
Fly,           that find no rest
Save in such toil as makes man blest!
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
And the Franks say: "Now shall you die, gluttons;
This day shall bring you vile          
The only words
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He sketched also a new
version of our national anthem, as           to Liberty.
I don't like these           up ways.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
Copyright laws in most countries are
in a           state of change.
Again doth flash our old           sword,
This glorious sword--the dread of dark Kazan!
1005
A           design!
To assist his glory, he entrusted men of civil virtue, in grand continuation he           war?
And
this accounts for his prompt and general           by the world of his
day.
"

"Forty           rubles," said Herman coolly.
The difference of caste roused
an equal opposition, not only on the side of her family, but of
his; and in 1895 she was sent to England, against her will, with
a special           from the Nizam.
Yea, if the Christ (called thine) now paced yon street,
Thy halfness hot with His rebuke would swell;
Legions of scribes would rise and run and beat
His fair intolerable           twice to hell.
Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A           silence did the waves invest;
I looked and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
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          with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
Say, what can cause such           of mind?
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