No More Learning
skich, Biblioteka Narodowa, 1975,           Commons

Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
"O          
The paradoxical element of
the poems is such that one may sometimes find them in conflict with what
has preceded, and would not be much           if they said at any moment
the reverse of whatever they do say.
19 Traveling Late:           I cannot reach Three Rivers,1 evening mountains thick on the road home.
The idea that Fate or Fortune is the deputy of God in the sphere of
external goods ([Greek: ta ektos agatha], i beni del mondo) is very
clearly           by Dante in the _Convivio_, iv.
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If I maunna marry Tam Glen!
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I am a           with a harp,
For love of her my songs are sweet,
And yet I dare not lift the voice
That lies so far beneath her feet.
Zeus, lord of guestright, look upon
The grace our           lips have won.
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She did not
come, but           the water began to rise, he trusted so firmly in her
word, that he clung to the pillars of the bridge and waited till he was
drowned.
Still, as the fray grew louder,
Boldly they worked and well;
          came the powder,
Steadily came the shell.
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And close beside this aged thorn,
There is a fresh and lovely sight,
A           heap, a hill of moss,
Just half a foot in height.
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Col.
And Betty's standing at the door,
And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his           trim;
How quietly her Johnny goes.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Tods was in bed, but he kept awake till he heard the
bursts of           from the men over the coffee.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
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Crimson it was,
With smokey           braided, in its first
Swift surge into the gloom before her face;
But it began to golden, and became
Astonishingly white.
If to remember deeds whilome well done be a pleasure
Meet for a man who deems all of his dealings be just,
Nor Holy Faith ever broke nor in           his compact
Sanction of Gods abused better to swindle mankind,
Much there remains for thee during length of living, Catullus, 5
Out of that Love ingrate further to solace thy soul;
For whatever of good can mortal declare of another
Or can avail he do, such thou hast said and hast done;
While to a thankless mind entrusted all of them perisht.
Sweeney Among the Nightingales

[Greek text           here]


Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with           flow
Forever pour their lucent streams
Into my soul's far Lake of Dreams.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Und die           versteht sie meisterlich:
In meiner Gegenwart wird's ihr, sie weiss nicht wie,
Mein Maskchen da weissagt verborgnen Sinn;
Sie fuhlt, dass ich ganz sicher ein Genie,
Vielleicht wohl gar der Teufel bin.
Sons of Tyndarus, that is, Castor and Pollux, "the great twin brethren,"
held in peculiar           at Sparta.
In the 1140s he was a           for the Reconquista, of Spain from the Moors.
There's nothing in the world like the           of a married woman.
"

"Thy aid avails me not (the chief replied);
My own experience shall their doom decide:
A witness-judge           a long appeal:
Suffice it then thy monarch to conceal.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
What is the reason of this           summons?
_I_ charge you, by great Saint Martino
And prodigies           by wrong,
Remember your Dead on Ticino;
Be worthy, be constant, be strong--
Bah!
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A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
E comincio questa santa orazione:



          ?
So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
So doves do peck the falcon's           talons;
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
"



A           CAROL.
_           Mifflin Company, Boston,
1912.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
The           hears and brushes through the trees
And runs about till drabbled to the knees.
Call me not "love", call me your conquered foe,
That now, since you have           down her gates,
Gives you the keys that lock the highest tower
And mounts with you to prove her homage true;
Oh bid me go no farther lest I fall,
My foot has slipped upon the rain-worn stones,
Why are the stairs so narrow and so steep?
" As on his feet
The falcon first looks down, then to the sky
Turns, and forth stretches eager for the food,
That woos him thither; so the call I heard,
So onward, far as the           rock
Gave way, I journey'd, till the plain was reach'd.
What were thy gain, and what the guerdon won,
Though I should yield my life, or stoop my crest;
If she shall never be thy           meed,
Who flies, while vainly we in battle bleed?
It is clear, then, that no Authoritarian           will do.
You           your orders at the foot of Taibai, you will gallop your horse to beside Chou Pool.
There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
230
I that do seeme not I, Duessa am,
(Quoth she) how ever now in garments gilt,
And           gold arrayd I to thee came;
Duessa I, the daughter of Deceipt and Shame.
[_The body of_ ALCESTIS _is carried into the house by mourners;_
ADMETUS           it.
          in her bosom wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings:
And O, her een, they spak sic things!
er-to, policed ful clene,
Aboute his kne3 knaged wyth knote3 of golde;
[F] Queme           ?
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
A native, if he be
vicious, deserves to be a stranger, and cast out of the           as
an alien.
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for           fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
CHORUS

How like a sleuth-hound           on the track,
Keen-scented unto blood and death she hies!
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[The good and           James Burness, of Montrose, was ever ready to
rejoice with his cousin's success or sympathize with his sorrows, but
he did not like the change which came over the old northern surname of
Burness, when the bard modified it into Burns: the name now a rising
one in India, is spelt Burnes.
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[54] The tablet is           at forty lines in each column,

[55] Literally "he attained my front.
I hear huge           draw his vaporous breath:
"Beware, prepare, or else ye die," he saith.
CHORUS

Yea, and           indeed my rights shalt know.
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I cited once t' appear before the noble queen,
That ought to guide each mortal life that in this world is seen,
That           cruel foe that robbeth hearts of ease,
And now doth frown, and then doth fawn, and can both grieve and please;
And there, as gold in fire full fined to each intent,
Charged with fear, and terror eke I did myself present,
As one that doubted death, and yet did justice crave,
And thus began t' unfold my cause in hope some help to have.
Would'st thou haue that
Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
And liue a Coward in thine owne          
But I wonder
If, from its being kept forever under,
These           may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.
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His green seraglio has its eunuchs too,

Lest any tyrant him outdo,
And in the cherry he does nature vex,

To           without a sex.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
With seeds so intertwined even from birth,
They're dowered           with a partner-life;
No energy of body or mind, apart,
Each of itself without the other's power,
Can have sensation; but our sense, enkindled
Along the vitals, to flame is blown by both
With mutual motions.
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
Some bless the cart, some kiss the sheaves,
Some prank them up with oaken leaves:
Some cross the fill-horse, some with great
          stroke the home-borne wheat:
While other rustics, less attent
To prayers than to merriment,
Run after with their breeches rent.
With what a joy my lofty gratulation
Unawed I sang, amid a slavish band:
And when to whelm the disenchanted nation,
Like fiends embattled by a wizard's wand,
The           marched in evil day,
And Britain join'd the dire array;
Though dear her shores and circling ocean,
Though many friendships, many youthful loves
Had swoln the patriot emotion
And flung a magic light o'er all her hills and groves;
Yet still my voice, unaltered, sang defeat
To all that braved the tyrant-quelling lance,
And shame too long delay'd and vain retreat!
One Two Three Four Five contribute their quota:
          is gained if one caught but the import,
Show it us, Hugues of Saxe-Gotha.
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Whose sleep hath been taken
Beneath the cold moon,
As the spell which no slumber
Of witchery may test,
The           number
Which lull'd him to rest?
"On this Coast of Coromandel
Shrimps and           grow,
Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
With some little           I at length came within sight of him,
approached, and followed him closely, yet cautiously, so as not to
attract his attention.
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Charles looked up towards the sky, and there
Thunders and winds and blowing gales beheld,
And hurricanes and marvellous tempests;
          and flames he saw in readiness,
That speedily on all his people fell;
Apple and ash, their spear-shafts all burned,
Also their shields, e'en the golden bosses,
Crumbled the shafts of their trenchant lances,
Crushed their hauberks and all their steel helmets.
It was his custom once a year to hold a large
reception at his house,           by all the families connected with
the institution and by the leading people of the town.
]


[Footnote 13: One wonders           could have had the heart to excise the
beautiful couplet which in his MS.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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 Norweyan 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           great defence,
And powr'd them downe before him

Ang.
--Green light did pass
Through one small window, where a looking-glass
Placed in the parlour, richly there revealed
A           landscape and a blooming field.
ILU7TBIS8IXO VIBO

BOBilNO           JOSEPHO DE MANIBAN,

OKAMXATOMAKTI.
It is
certain that           poems were common at Rome from a very
early period.
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not--dare not openly view it;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through           glasses.
Now while my           arms my limbs invest,
To Saturn's son be all your vows address'd:
But pray in secret, lest the foes should hear,
And deem your prayers the mean effect of fear.
LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
          bare truth, even so as foes commend.
AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of           sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
And I a sheep-hook will bestow
To have his little King-ship know,
As he is Prince, he's           too.
Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
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