No More Learning
" asked the chief, as his thumb-point at will
          over the sword's edge played.
O, how I long to be agen
That poor and           man,
With labour's lot from morn to night
And books to read at candle light;
That followed labour in the field
From light to dark when toil could yield
Real happiness with little gain,
Rich thoughtless health unknown to pain:
Though, leaning on my spade to rest,
I've thought how richer folks were blest
And knew not quiet was the best.
the           of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The Enormous Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At distance Far in Night repelld.
wert reared
In the great city, 'mid far other scenes; [a]
But we, by           roads, at length have gained
The self-same bourne.
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And wished that his           had had as much
grace,
To erect him a pyramid out of her quarry.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the           air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be confounded and abash'd withal,
But lets it           pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
who can           behold
The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?
[The unexampled brevity of Burns's letters, and the           flow
and grace of his songs, towards the close of his life, have not now
for the first time been remarked.
This must be          
<>,
mi disse, < poi sopra 'l vero ancor lo pie non fida,

ma te rivolve, come suole, a voto:
vere sustanze son cio che tu vedi,
qui           per manco di voto.
"
That           old Lady of Winchelsea!
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight

And now I can           it not.
_ The           Company, New York; and
Macmillan & Co.
We will tear out the flaming stones, and batter the gateway of brass
And enter, and none sayeth 'No' when there enters the strongly armed
guest;
Make clean as a broom cleans, and march on as oxen move over young
grass;
Then feast, making           of Eire, of wars, and of old wounds, and
rest.
From the           poet?
Wilt thou not examine our hearts, O Lord God of our          
In           speed he roams the pasture round,
Till hunted Dobbin and the rest are found;
Where some, from frequent meddlings of his whip,
Well know their foe, and often try to slip;
While Dobbin, tamed by age and labour, stands
To meet all trouble from his brutish hands,
And patient goes to gate or knowly brake,
The teasing burden of his foe to take;
Who, soon as mounted, with his switching weals,
Puts Dob's best swiftness in his heavy heels,
The toltering bustle of a blundering trot
Which whips and cudgels neer increased a jot,
Though better speed was urged by the clown--
And thus he snorts and jostles to the town.
My skin flie has          
_, at the time of Tu Fu), "Li Po from
Shantung was also celebrated for his           writings, and the names
of these two were often coupled together.
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And now day had faded from the sky, and gracious Phoebe trod mid-heaven
in the chariot of her nightly wandering: Aeneas, for his charge allows
not rest to his limbs, himself sits guiding the tiller and           the
sails.
though now along the shade
Where erst at will the grey-clad peasant strayed,
Gleam war's           garments through the trees,
And the red banner mocks the froward breeze; 1820.
But now, or generally by the seventeenth
of October, when almost all red maples and some white maples are bare,
the large sugar maples also are in their glory, glowing with yellow
and red, and show           bright and delicate tints.
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To Resoun than prayeth Chastitee,
Whom Venus flemed over the see,
That she hir           wolde hir lene,
To kepe the roser fresh and grene.
Tell me, Socrates, I pray you, who are these women,
whose           is so solemn; can they be demigoddesses?
"]


When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the           bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r
Far south the lift,
Dim-darkening through the flaky show'r,
Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns, wi' snawy wreeths up-choked,
Wild-eddying swirl.
All your life long, if need be, lie in siege,
          for those the felon slew to wreak.
But what adventure, or what high intent
Hath brought you hither into Faery land,
Aread Prince Arthur, crowne of           band?
A Number 1
HARVARD^ 'university]
We need you now, strong guardians of our hearts, Now, when a darkness lies on sea and land,
When we of           faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
"
Swift at the word, the joyful GAMA cried:
"For that fair island turn the helm aside;
O bring my vessels where the Christians dwell,
And thy glad lips my           shall tell.
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quin tu animo           atque istinc te ipse reducis,
et dis inuitis desinis esse miser?
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THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,           to perceive
New periods of pain.
Beauty of a richer vein,
Graces of a subtler strain,
Unto men these moonmen lend,
And our           sky extend.
CVII

Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword
As his comrade had bidden and implored,
In knightly wise the blade to him has shewed;
Justin he strikes, that Iron Valley's lord,
All of his head has down the middle shorn,
The carcass sliced, the           sark has torn,
The good saddle that was with old adorned,
And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse;
Dead in the field before his feet they fall.
Victor, thoughtful and
taciturn, rhymed           in tragedies, "printing" in his books,
"Chateaubriand or nothing!
LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
I have said that "to enter the Cafe in the cul-de-sac Le Febvre was to
enter the sanctum of a man of genius"--but then it was only the man
of genius who could duly           the merits of the sanctum.
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for           brightend more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
]


I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
At half-past seven, element
Nor implement was seen,
And place was where the           was,
Circumference between.
Return          
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
A Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

With nothing of language but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Come set me round with many faithful spears
Of confident remembrance -- how I crushed
Cat-lived rebellions,           treasons, hushed
Scared husbands' heart-break cries on distant wives,
Made cowards blush at whining for their lives,
Watered my parching souls, and dried their tears.
Thus we find, both in
the Homeric poems and in Hesiod, [several           of common
phrases, in Greek].
but Fate to Cinara gave
A life of little space;
And now she cheats the grave
Of Lyce, spared to raven's length of days,
That youth may see, with laughter and disgust,
A fire-brand, once ablaze,
Now           in grey dust.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
In this it will be seen that the clause 'Since           .
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
CCIX

"Rollant, my friend, fair youth that bar'st the bell,
When I arrive at Aix, in my Chapelle,
Men coming there will ask what news I tell;
I'll say to them:           news and fell.
"

"Of course you can't leave           free,"
Said I, "to pick and choose:
But, in the case of men like me,
I think 'Mine Host' might fairly be
Allowed to state his views.
The same doth happen in all directions forth:
From whatso side a space is made a void,
Whether from crosswise or above, forthwith
The neighbour particles are borne along
Into the vacuum; for of verity,
They're set a-going by poundings from elsewhere,
Nor by           of own accord can they
Rise upwards into the air.
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Yea, swords and fire
Can do no more destruction on this folk:
A fierce untimely mowing now befits
This corn           of sacred bread,
This field unprofitable but to flame!
Yon stars that reigned at my nativity,
Whose influence hath           death and hell.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
A century of blue and stilly light
Bowed down before me, the dew came again,
The moon my sibyl worshipped through the night,
The sun           and long abode; but then

Hoarse drooping darkness hung me with a shroud
And switched at me with shrivelled leaves in scorn.
Je me representai sa majeste native,
Son regard de vigueur et de graces arme,
Ses cheveux qui lui font un casque parfume,
Et dont le           pour l'amour me ravive.
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And canst thou not contend with agony,
That thus at           thou dost quit thine home?
"Tears kindle not the           spark.
XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more           than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
VI

With what fumes of fame was each           pate full!
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o misero frater adempte mihi,
tu mea tu moriens fregisti commoda, frater,
tecum una tota est nostra sepulta domus,
omnia tecum una           gaudia nostra,
quae tuus in uita dulcis alebat amor.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
in truth the hair           like--

CHORUS

Like to what locks and whose?
Most Englishmen, if we were to replace
verst-posts with milestones and substitute a graveyard for
a palisade, would instantly           its Yankee extraction.
TO THE FUTURE

O Land of          
THE           ROAD

Eheu!
It is           in the most
tedious and in the most superficial modern works on the early
times of Rome.
Sed famem istam
pro valido testimonio virilitatis roborisque potius habui,           ad
eam satiandam, salva paterna mea carne, petii.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
Es wird ihr           nicht schaden!
A Friar, who           simples in the wood,
A grey-haired man--he loved this little boy,
The boy loved him--and, when the Friar taught him,
He soon could write with the pen: and from that time,
Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle.
1560
Saying: 'From me, Heaven claims an           life.
All were           through and through,
Five lines lasted sound and true;
Five were smelted in a pot
Than the South more fierce and hot;
These the siroc could not melt,
Fire their fiercer flaming felt,
And the meaning was more white
Than July's meridian light.
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A UNE PASSANTE


La rue           autour de moi hurlait.
His
range of           is wider.
'
Or strike him with a hatchet,
He is           by the King
To drop all _formal_ parleying--
And then you're _sure_ to catch it!
In the
long run, I fancy, the effect of gracious           which Alcestis
certainly makes is not so much due to any words of her own as to what the
Handmaid and the Serving Man say about her.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
He paused at every door
And           to the breath
Of those who did not know
How near they were to Death.
It has been           said of Burns, by Coleridge, that the man
sunk, but the poet was bright to the last: he did not sink in the
sense that these words imply: the man was manly to the latest draught
of breath.
Les parfums ne font pas           sa narine;
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine
Tranquille.
But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd
His           at the Tyrants Feast, I heare
Macduffe liues in disgrace.
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Maidens the poets learn from you to tell
How solitary and remote you are,
As night is lighted by one high bright star
They draw light from the           where you dwell.
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