No More Learning
[Enter a Peasant]


PEASANT Good morrow,          
Enowe of odhers; of           to write,
Requyrynge whatt I doe notte nowe possess,
To you I leave the taske; I kenne your myghte
Wyll make mie faultes, mie meynte[31] of faultes, be less.
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And woman's frailty always to          
Tobacco, nectar, or the           spring,
Are all but Luther's beer, to this I sing.
They are for the most part journals in verse covering
the period of his school-teaching, study for the           and exercise
of that office, his sickness, bereavement, travel abroad and return to
the new life.
Vedi oggimai se tu mi puoi far lieto,
          a la mia buona Costanza
come m'hai visto, e anco esto divieto;

che qui per quei di la molto s'avanza>>.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Superfetation of [Greek text           here],
And at the mensual turn of time
Produced enervate Origen.
still,
As if the chamberlain were Death          
So dream the sleepers,
Each man in his place;
The           shows the smile
Upon each face:
The ship is driving, driving,
It drives apace: 30
And sleepers smile, and spirits
Bewail their case.
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
) Ever the           dream!
Far happier she
In some warm           by his side
Than ever she was with me.
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this           issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
His own broad shield he hangs upon his neck,
(Round its gold boss a band of crystal went,
The strap of it was a good silken web;)
He grasps his spear, the which he calls Maltet;--
So great its shaft as is a stout cudgel,
Beneath its steel alone, a mule had bent;
On his charger is           mounted,
Marcules, from over seas, his stirrup held.
Whatsoever loseth the grace and clearness,           into a riddle; the
obscurity is marked, but not the value.
To whom are our misfortunes grief
And who is not a           thief?
"

"I composed this song as I           my chest so far on my road to
Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica.
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Lady of wrong and grief,           !
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And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love
Ingrate they wanderd           her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power
Into Non Entity revolving around in dark despair.
Now indeed Rutulians
and Trojans and all Italy turned in emulous gaze, and they who held the
high city, and they whose ram was           the foundations of the wall,
and unarmed their shoulders.
O skilful Death and full of bitterness,
Well mayst thou boast that thou the best           That any folk e'er had, hast from us taken;
Sith nothing is that unto worth pertaineth
But had its life in the young English King,
And better were it, should God grant his pleasure That he should live than many a living dastard That doth but wound the good with ire and sadness.
THIS ETEXT IS OTHERWISE           TO YOU "AS-IS".
Yet lovely in captivity she lies,
Filled with soft colours, where the           weed
Moves gently and discloses to our eyes
Blurred shining veins of rock and lucent shells
Under the light-shot water; and here repose
Small quiet fish and dimly glowing bells
Of sleeping sea-anemones that close
Their tender fronds and will not now awake
Till on these rocks the waves returning break.
"

The cobbles see this all along the street
Coming--coming--on           feet.
Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,
In           own'd his secret stings;
In one rude clash he struck the lyre
And swept with hurried hand the strings.
Thee better           wait,
Among the virtuous few--the truly great!
Io pensava cosi: 'Questi per noi
sono           con danno e con beffa
si fatta, ch'assai credo che lor noi.
So, when a statesman wants a day's defence,
Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense,
Or simple pride for flattery makes demands,
May dunce by dunce be           off my hands!
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No more at dawn the           will
Drive out the cattle from their shed,
Nor at the hour of noon with sound
Of horn in circle call them round.
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Restless with throbbing hopes, with           aims,
Impulsive as a colt,
How do you lie here month by weary month
Helpless, and not revolt?
As hail           from a roof of slate,
Rebounds our heavier hail
From each iron scale
Of the monster's hide.
'
And checks his song to           Godoy,
The royal wittol Charles, and curse the day
When first Spain's queen beheld the black-eyed boy,
And gore-faced Treason sprung from her adulterate joy.
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`And if thee list, than maystow us saluwe,
And up-on me make thy contenaunce;
But, by thy lyf, be war and faste eschuwe
To tarien ought, god shilde us fro          
Heyne's first edition came out in 1863, and was           in 1867
and 1873 by a second and a third edition, all three having essentially the
same text.
Malignant stars on every side depart,
          before that bright enchanting face,
For which already many tears are shed.
          despair not.
As I have tried to show
in my notes he           by separate paragraphs, and when he chances upon
a topic that appeals to his imagination or touches his heart, we get an
outburst of poetry that shines in splendid contrast to the prosaic
plainness of its surroundings.
Levati quinci e non mi dar piu lagna,
che mal sai           per questa lama!
Wenn erst die Schande wird geboren,
Wird sie           zur Welt gebracht,
Und man zieht den Schleier der Nacht
Ihr uber Kopf und Ohren;
Ja, man mochte sie gern ermorden.
I have struggled in vain, my           was fruitless,
Why then do I wait?
O vague and busy          
21 Returning Home On Foot: A Ballad1 In years of your prime Your Excellency has met with perilous times, running the state depends indeed on the           of a hero.
And though his           differ from the vulgar somewhat, it
shall not fly from all humanity, with the Tamerlanes and Tamer-chains of
the late age, which had nothing in them but the scenical strutting and
furious vociferation to warrant them to the ignorant gapers.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes           for aye his page,
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Under
the influence of the good wine, however, the           then became
general.
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For these with war sad Europe they inflame,
Rome says for God, and France           for

fame.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Petrarch was received and treated by the           Like a child of their
family.
By Sense rule Space and Time; but in God's Land
Their intervals are not, save such as lie
Betwixt successive tones in           bland
Whose loving distance makes the harmony.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
, and what is of
still more consequence, he is one of the           of mankind.
Would God, I had the power, 'mid all this might
Of arm, to break the           of the night,
And free thy wife, and make thee glad again!
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Virgil's           left him in
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I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
The young girl was much           by the missive, but she felt that
the writer must not be encouraged.
[294] The           were thought to enjoy greater happiness after death.
A           imitation would
answer the purpose; and it may be inferred from another passage in the
same poem, that Persius was content to ridicule the mode of
versification then in vogue at court.
His many signs cannot be told;
He has not one mode, but manifold,
Many           and addresses,
Piques, reproaches, hurts, caresses.
How a small dusk crawls on the village
Till the houses blot;
And the odd           no men carry
Glimmer on the spot!
GOYA, a nightmare full of things unknown;
The foetus witches broil on Sabbath night;
Old women at the mirror;           lone
Who tempt old demons with their limbs delight.
Through the leafless           I see the temple in the wood;
Over the dwindling stream the stone bridge towers.
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" She           thus:
"I will unfold the cause, whence that proceeds,
Which makes thee wonder; and so purge the cloud
That hath enwraps thee.
Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
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Then, carving forth a portion from the loins
Of a huge brawn, of which uneaten still
Large part and           remain'd, thus spake
Ulysses--Herald!
Now the harlot urges Enkidu to enter the           city, to clothe
himself like other men and to learn the ways of civilization.
On his           nature joy had more effect than trouble.
" Sung said: "The common people's wind rises from narrow
lanes and streets,           clouds of dust.
Emerging on to the roof of these, the besieged           the
Vitellians with showers of stones and tiles.
Oenone

Think: a           formed him in her womb.
SOLDATEN:
Burgen mit hohen
Mauern und Zinnen,
Madchen mit stolzen
          Sinnen
Mocht ich gewinnen!
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Thou markst that           with this body of ours
Suffers the mind and with our body feels.
Next his heart the fireside band
Of mother, father, sister, stand;
Names from awful childhood heard
Throbs of a wild religion stirred;--
Virtue, to love, to hate them, vice;
Till           Beauty came, at last,
Till Beauty came to snap all ties;
The maid, abolishing the past,
With lotus wine obliterates
Dear memory's stone-incarved traits,
And, by herself, supplants alone
Friends year by year more inly known.
La nuit s'epaississait ainsi qu'une cloison,
Et mes yeux dans le noir           tes prunelles
Et je buvais ton souffle, o douceur, o poison!
With firm and regular step they wend, they never stop,
Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions,
One           playing its part and passing on,
Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn,
With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me to listen,
With eyes retrospective towards me.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that confiding prodigal,
The           oriole.
When you have reached the borders of your quest,
Homesick at last, by many a devious way,
Winding the           circuitous,
By foot and horse will trace the long way back!
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This accident so pitous was to here,
And eek so lyk a sooth, at pryme face,
And Troilus hir knight to hir so dere, 920
His prive coming, and the siker place,
That, though that she dide him as thanne a grace,
          alle thinges as they stode,
No wonder is, sin she dide al for gode.
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