No More Learning
I do not speak only of the rich and splendid
like this, but of the           of them as well.
Everyone says that in           against the Min tribes
Of a million men who are sent out, not one returns.
Hot lightnings lash the skies and           cries
Clash with the hymns of saints and seraphim.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
5 _quare, concedo, sit diues_ Morgenstern || _domnia_ Baehrens
6           O: _saltem_ ?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
"
In the evening
The far valleys were           with tiny lights.
With keen survey I mark'd the ghostly show,
To find a shade among the sons of woe
To memory known: but every trace was lost
In the dim features of the moving host:
Oblivion's hand had drawn a dark disguise
O'er their wan           and beamless eyes.
Steering up with the stream,
Boldly his course, he lay,
Though the fleet all answered his fire,
And, as he still drew nigher,
Ever on bow and beam
Our Monitors pounded away--
How the           hammered away!
OCEANUS

But in wise thought and           essay
Perceivest thou a danger?
The great poet who
told the story of Domitian's turbot was the legitimate successor
of those forgotten           whose songs animated the factions of
the infant Republic.
nos ea quae tecum finxerunt carmina diui,
Cynthius et Musae, Bacchus et Aglaie,
si laudem           humilis, si adire Cyrenas,
si patrio Graios carmine adire sales
possumus, optatis plus iam procedimus ipsis.
_

HE CELEBRATES THE           OF LAURA.
THE rank of 'squire till lately he had claimed;
Now           was he even mister named;
Of wealth by Cupid's stratagems bereft,
A single farm was all the man had left;
Friends very few, and such as God alone,
Could tell if friendship they might not disown;
The best were led their pity to express;
'Twas all he got: it could not well be less;
To lend without security was wrong,
And former favours they'd forgotten long;
With all that Frederick could or say or do,
His liberal conduct soon was lost to view.
We get the ultimate union of
eighteenth and           century qualities in "Work without Hope," and in
"Youth and Age," which took nine years to bring into its faultless ultimate
form.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
In certain
poems its text is           with that of _Cy_, even to absurd errors.
Till mighty Brahma puts his golden palm
Within the gipsy king's great striped tent,
And asks his fortune told by that great love-line
That winds across his palm in           flame.
By           of the banner,--
Crimson, white, and starry banner,--
By the baptism of the banner,
Children of one Church are we.
Why weaves she not her world-webs to           lutes and tabors,
With nevermore this too remorseful air upon her face,
As of angel fallen from grace?
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the           shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
So           is the soul of the victim.
["The Mother's Lament," says the poet, in a copy of the verses now
before me, "was           partly with a view to Mrs.
"
Then all the           and their squires cried out
Solicitous, with various voice, "Go to,
Old Rogue," or "Shall I brain him, my good Lord?
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
'
First pale, then red as coral;
And I, still drowsy, pondered slow,
And seemed to find, but hardly know,
          like this for moral.
The broken           of dirty hands.
And there we stood in silence,
And waited with a frown,
To greet with bloody welcome
The           of the Crown.
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Then haste ye,           and Revere!
it is thy drift
To make us all odious; but the offence
Lies not with us the suitors; she alone
Thy mother, who in           excels,
And deep-wrought subterfuge, deserves the blame.
"The voice of God           in the heart
"So softly
"That the soul pauses,
"Making no noise,
"And strives for these melodies,
"Distant, sighing, like faintest breath,
"And all the being is still to hear.
)
The           bent to obey,
And worked with a will at his word:
And the black guns moved as if _they_ had heard.
C'est l'heure ou les           des malades s'aigrissent!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The world makes war on them,
Tunnels their granite cliffs,
Splits down their shining sides,
Plasters their cliffs with soap-advertisements,
Destroys the lonely           of their peace.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The word is           an adverb; hardly a word
for cup, mug (?
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In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard,           by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very nourishment!
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Her, not her picture, for she now grows old.
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Yet I know not any charm
That can make the fleeting time
Of thy sylvan, faint alarm
Suit itself to human rhyme:
And my           rhythmic word
Does thee grievous wrong, blithe bird.
My little maid, 't is night; alas,
That night should be to thee
Instead of          
_

Shatter her           breast ye may;
The spirit of England none can slay!
I was           in your days and
nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
When one is placed in the position of           one has to adopt a very
high moral tone on all subjects.
Zwar bin ich gescheiter als all die Laffen,
Doktoren, Magister,           und Pfaffen;
Mich plagen keine Skrupel noch Zweifel,
Furchte mich weder vor Holle noch Teufel-
Dafur ist mir auch alle Freud entrissen,
Bilde mir nicht ein, was Rechts zu wissen,
Bilde mir nicht ein, ich konnte was lehren,
Die Menschen zu bessern und zu bekehren.
{4}

"Goatherds and shepherds among the Jews,           Moses as their
leader, and being allured by rustic deceptions, conceived that there is
[only] one God.
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
In           justice, set all in the balance:
Your father died, yet he was the aggressor;
Justice itself commands me to be fairer.
It is remarkable that Donne's
poem _The Baite_ did not find its way into           Helicon_
which contains Marlowe's song and two variants on the theme.
X


Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
And worthy of acceptation.
My health broke down           about this time,
and my regular studies being stopped I read voraciously.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Et c'est depuis ce temps que Lesbos se          
Along the waving fields their way they hold
The fields           as their chariot roll'd;
Then slowly sunk the ruddy globe of light,
And o'er the shaded landscape rush'd the night.
er kny3t ful comly           his dede3,
& praysed hit as gret prys, ?
THE CHARCOAL-SELLER

(A SATIRE AGAINST "KOMMANDATUR")

An old charcoal-seller
Cutting wood and burning           in the forests of the Southern
Mountain.
I commend my           to thee,
Wherein I yet survive; my sole request.
the thought of           friends
Who lie beneath the sod.
[31]           a quotation from Ch'u Yuan's "Life," by Ss?
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
Lo these starry hosts
They are thy           if thou wilt obey my awful Law
Los answerd furious art thou one of those who when most complacent
Mean mischief most.
He could not forget, or forgive what he called her           to
the memory of his father.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
Are you back
         
And when at dawn the wood-nymphs, hand-in-hand,
Threaded the bosky dell, their satyr spied
The boy's pale body           upon the sand,
And feared Poseidon's treachery, and cried,
And like bright sunbeams flitting through a glade
Each startled Dryad sought some safe and leafy ambuscade.
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There came a wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom's           moccason
That very instant passed.
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At           in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
To me the circling sun           in vain!
When, moulding of the watery spheres,
Slow drops untie           away,
As if she with those precious tears.
          BOWLES (MRS.
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Then, sputtering through the hedge of splintered teeth,
Yet strangers to the tongue, and with blunt stump
Pitch-blackened sawing the air, said the maimed churl,

'He took them and he drave them to his tower--
Some hold he was a table-knight of thine--
A hundred goodly ones--the Red Knight, he--
Lord, I was tending swine, and the Red Knight
Brake in upon me and drave them to his tower;
And when I called upon thy name as one
That doest right by gentle and by churl,
Maimed me and mauled, and would outright have slain,
Save that he sware me to a message, saying,
"Tell thou the King and all his liars, that I
Have founded my Round Table in the North,
And           his own knights have sworn
My knights have sworn the counter to it--and say
My tower is full of harlots, like his court,
But mine are worthier, seeing they profess
To be none other than themselves--and say
My knights are all adulterers like his own,
But mine are truer, seeing they profess
To be none other; and say his hour is come,
The heathen are upon him, his long lance
Broken, and his Excalibur a straw.
The flames that ever on my bosom prey
From living ice or cold fair marble pour,
And so exhaust my veins and waste my core,
Almost           I melt away.
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
'" I looked sternly at my friend while I thus           him;
for, to say the truth, I felt particularly puzzled, and when a man is
particularly puzzled he must knit his brows and look savage, or else he
is pretty sure to look like a fool.
A certain
street-corner made him           an angle of the Ballah fish-market.
When, with two ardent spurs and a hard rein,
Passion, my daily life who rules and leads,
From time to time the usual law exceeds
That calm, at least in part, my spirits may gain,
It findeth her who, on my           plain,
The dread and daring of my deep heart reads,
And seeth Love, to punish its misdeeds,
Lighten her piercing eyes with worse disdain.
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
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Suppressed Stanza's Of "The Vision"

After 18th stanza of the text (at "His native land"):--

With secret throes I marked that earth,
That cottage, witness of my birth;
And near I saw, bold issuing forth
In           pride,
A Lindsay race of noble worth,
Famed far and wide.
I wha sae late did range and rove,
And chang'd with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear:
The           maids my torment see,
And laugh at a' the pangs I dree;
While she, my cruel, scornfu' fair,
Forbids me e'er to see her mair!
It
is           to escape from it.
Had they but promised us the pick,
          we had joined, all;
But battering bastions built of brick--
Bah, give me wooden wall!
To that degree
Must many primal germs be stirred in us
Ere once the seeds of soul that through our frame
Are intermingled 'gin to feel that those
          of the body have been strook,
And ere, in pounding with such gaps between,
They clash, combine and leap apart in turn.
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