No More Learning
It would be the prudish affectation of silly pride in me to say that I
do not need, or would not be           to a political friend; at the
same time, Sir, I by no means lay my affairs before you thus, to hook
my dependent situation on your benevolence.
But I pursue the fading god in vain,
For conquering Night makes firm her dark domain,
Mist and gloom fall, and terrors glide between,

And graveyard odours in the shadow swim,
And my faint           on the marsh's rim,
Bruise the cold snail and crawling toad unseen.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
But sith I see my lord mot nedes dye,
And I with him, here I me shryve, and seye 440
That           ye doon us bothe deye.
, and was a           Cup.
Mine, by the grave's repeal
Titled, confirmed, --           charter!
Throstle and           stiff with cold
Hop on the frozen grass;
Among the aged, upright oaks
The dun deer slowly pass.
Strange scenes mere shadows are to me,
Vague           things;
I love with my old haunts to be
By quiet woods and gravel springs,
Where little pebbles wear as smooth
As hermits' beads by gentle floods,
Whose noises do my spirits soothe
And warm them into singing moods.
Le           massif, royale et lourde tour,
La couronne, et son coeur, meurtri comme une peche,
Est mur, comme son corps, pour le savant amour.
For far behind the invading rout
These two were left alone;
And in the waste their wildest shout
Seemed but a           groan.
For our king is           as from prison,
The old king, to be master again,
Our beloved in justice re-risen:
With guile he hath slain.
E noi           lor cosi 'mpacciati.
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Then about that barrow the battle-keen rode,
atheling-born, a band of twelve,
lament to make, to mourn their king,
chant their dirge, and their           honor.
THE Enchantress Neria flourished in those days;
E'en Circe, she excelled in Satan's ways;
The storms she made obedient to her will,
And regulated with           skill;
In chains the destinies she kept around;
The gentle zephyrs were her sages found;
The winds, her lacqueys, flew with rapid course;
Alert, but obstinate, with pow'rful force.
WILKE,           WILHELM.
Else why be the parents' 15
Pleasure           aye by the false flow of tears
Poured in profusion amid illuminate genial chamber?
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Dyce (_Remarks_) confidently asserts that the word is the
same as _shue_, 'to frighten away poultry,' and           accepts
this without question.
[Footnote 10: Take a candle and go alone to a looking-glass;
eat an apple before it, and some           say you should
comb your hair all the time; the face of your conjungal
companion, to be, will be seen in the glass, as if peeping
over your shoulder.
He passed his           in the smoking-room.
Thus I could easily exculpate myself, for not
only had we not been forbidden to make sorties against the enemy, but
were           in so doing.
Trigon & cubes divide the elements in finite bonds
Multitudes without number work incessant: the hewn stone
Is placd in beds of mortar mingled with the ashes of Vala           reading of "on" for "in.
Are you           to things?
Their pain soft arts of pharmacy can ease,
Thy breast alone no           appease.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
But this, Maternus, is no apology for you,
whose conduct is so extraordinary, that, though formed by nature to
reach the summit of perfection [d], you choose to wander into devious
paths, and rest           with an humble station in the vale beneath.
Three women were           at her toilet.
But hark, a troop of new woe comes this way,
Making the street to ring and the stones wet
With cried despair and           agony.
No more thou dreamest of a peace reserved alone for thee,
While friends are fighting for thy cause beyond the guardian sea:
The battle that they wage is thine; thou fallest if they fall;
The swollen flood of           pride will sweep unchecked o'er all.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
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Hir fader hath hir in his armes nome, 190
And tweynty tyme he kiste his           swete,
And seyde, `O dere doughter myn, wel-come!
And in two           of
Mons.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
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EARLY APOLLO


As when at times there breaks through           bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
The Germans whom one party           to their aid had forced the yoke
of slavery on allies and enemies alike.
e twys, &           I fynde ?
TOOKS COURT,           LANE,
LONDON.
Your strong           much more than your right,
Or else it must go wrong with you and me;
So much my conscience whispers in your ear,
Which none but heaven and you and I shall hear.
No board           the needy to allure
Hung there, no bush proclaimed to old and poor
And desolate, "Here you will find a friend!
Hence nor curb
Avails you, nor           call.
MARVOIL Notes
The           arc :
Arnaut of Marvoil, a troubadour, date 1170-1200.
There are (I scarce can think it, but am told),
There are, to whom my satire seems too bold:
Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough,
And           said of Chartres much too rough.
is the same, the same,
Perplexed and ruffled by life's          
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
Now was the Sun in Western cadence low
From Noon, and gentle Aires due at thir hour
To fan the Earth now wak'd, and usher in
The Eevning coole when he from wrauth more coole
Came the mild Judge and Intercessor both
To sentence Man: the voice of God they heard
Now walking in the Garden, by soft windes
Brought to thir Ears, while day declin'd, they heard
And from his presence hid           among 100
The thickest Trees, both Man and Wife, till God
Approaching, thus to Adam call'd aloud.
None of them had achieved any martial
exploit, such as those by which Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus,
Titus Quinctius Capitolinus, Aulus           Cossus, and, above
all, the great Camillus, had extorted the reluctant esteem of the
multitude.
They were           by death--they were taught and exalted.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
qui tamen haut uni           limina uati
nec sua Vergilio permisit carmina soli.
, Freedom           the
World.
The water lives so far,
Like neighbor from another world
          in a jar.
Unseen by these, the king his entry made:
And, prostrate now before Achilles laid,
Sudden (a           sight!
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
For her he once did Nature's tribute pay ;
For these his life adventured every day ;
And 'twould be found, could we his           have

cast,
Their griefs struck deepest, if Eliza's last.
, _sorrowful way, an           that brings sorrow_, i.
let none linger, else this hand
          will hale you by your tresses hence.
Great good treasure his knights have placed in pound,
Silver and gold and many a           gown.
This edition of the song I got from Tom Niel, of           fame, in
Edinburgh.
--
The crocus stirs her lids,
Rhodora's cheek is crimson, --
She's           of the woods.
The children of whose           seas,
Or what Circassian land?
A Pretty Boy_

DVM dubitat natura marem           puellam,
factus es, o pulcher, paene puella, puer.
          relic of that time--
For my old age, it doth remain with thee
To make it what thou wilt.
'Tis certain: thou hast lost a           wife.
Whose           are the gains of all mankind?
          its gold on
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Ay, very like: and the event will rouse
Such work in the water where your comfort sails,
More than my fortune will to pieces blow;
You too I think will get some           tossing
From what proves my destruction.
See they           thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round.
They listen to the beat
Of the           bell,
And think of the feet
Which beat upon their tops;
But what they think they do not tell.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
But at His
Excellency Hsu's house I was offered the hand of his grand-daughter,
and           there during the frosts of three autumns.
SEMI-CHORUS

How should I scan Zeus' mighty will,
The depth of counsel          
"

Proudly the war bride, ending so,
Sank           in the dumb white snow.
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who found
Thy long fair fields           up as hostile ground,
Disputed foot by foot, till Treason, still
His only victor, from Montmartre's hill[293]
Looked down o'er trampled Paris!
is;
his           was strong I-wys,
Of sorou?
non rastros patietur humus, non uinea falcem;
robustus quoque iam tauris iuga soluet arator;
nec uarios discet mentiri lana colores,
ipse sed in pratis aries iam suaue rubenti
murice, iam croceo mutabit uellera luto;
sponte sua sandyx           uestiet agnos.
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's           and make worms thine heir.
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And right as Aleyn, in the Pleynt of Kinde,
          Nature of aray and face,
In swich aray men mighten hir ther finde.
In the place where we met we had no lions to fear, and the study of           served us for a blind.
So how should I          
The monastery bell, the only one that still hangs
in its ruined           tower, begins to call to prayers, and one near
and one afar, some with sharp metallic notes, and some with solemn,
muffled tones, the other bells of the hillside towns reply.
But I have told you a           times what I want.
holding Thee in sight,
I'll drain this cup of gall,
And scale with step resolved that           height,
Which rather seems a fall.
not           and for ever, but as well as
most of us learn such lessons.
"
Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or fashions new thoughts from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some marvelous weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever          
Do you observe that monk among the train,
Who pours from his great throat the roaring bass,
As a           spout pours out the rain,
And this way turns his rubicund, round face?
THE           SETS OUT.
Our selfe will mingle with Society,
And play the humble Host:
Our           keepes her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome

La.
As Christ in the parable of the rich young man
demands the           of all treasures, so in this book the poet sees
the coming of the Kingdom, the fulfilment of all our longings for a
nearness to God when we have become simple again like little children
and poor in possessions like God Himself.
But in cases where the spelling affects the
metre, we find that the printed text and Milton's manuscript closely
correspond; and it is upon its value in determining the metre, quite as
much as its           interest, that I should base a justification of
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