No More Learning
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Go, burning sighs, to her cold bosom go,
Its           ice which hinders pity rend,
And if to mortal prayer Heaven e'er attend,
Let death or mercy finish soon my woe.
and is it not as great an indignity, that an excellent
conceit and capacity, by the           of an idle tongue, should be
disgraced?
Thus roving on
In confus'd march forlorn, th' adventrous Bands
With shuddring horror pale, and eyes agast
View'd first thir           lot, and found
No rest: through many a dark and drearie Vaile
They pass'd, and many a Region dolorous,
O're many a Frozen, many a Fierie Alpe, 620
Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, and shades of death,
A Universe of death, which God by curse
Created evil, for evil only good,
Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds,
Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things,
Abominable, inutterable, and worse
Then Fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceiv'd,
Gorgons and Hydra's, and Chimera's dire.
The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets--but
the pluck of the captain and          
Exact Racine, and Corneille's noble fire,
Showed us that France had           to admire.
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May the next Duke be better than the          
this shepherd's purse that grows
In this strange spot, in days gone bye
Grew in the little garden rows
Of my old home now left; and I
Feel what I never felt before,
This weed an ancient           here,
And though I own the spot no more
Its every trifle makes it dear.
And then, beneath a sun which           the brain, and in that atmosphere
charged with the ardent perfume of death, he heard a voice whispering
out of the tomb where he sat.
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But who-so durste to hir trespace,
Or til hir folk, in worde or dede,
He were ful hardy, out of drede;
For bothe she helpe and hindre may:
And that is nought of           1040
That riche folk have ful gret might
To helpe, and eek to greve a wight.
The graves are          
Rushing to empty spaces it
attacks the gateway,           the dust-heap, sends the cinders flying,
pokes among foul and rotting things, till at last it enters the tiled
windows and reaches the rooms of the cottage.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
e whiche delit oonly           1812
Epicurus Iuged {and} establissed.
As of a           man.
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Then they choose stations by lot, and on the sterns their
captains glitter afar, beautiful in gold and purple; the rest of the
crews are crowned with poplar sprays, and their naked           glisten
wet with oil.
Thy           call, who love thee: hearken thou!
Thus do I dream, while the light sailors sing,
At even moored beneath some steepy shore,
While the waves opening all their nostrils breathe
A           sea-scents to the wandering wind,
And the whole air is full of wondrous sounds,
From sea to strand, from land to sea, given back
Alone and sad, thus do I dream of you.
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un debris
Et dans un baillement           le monde;

C'est l'Ennui!
What do you think          
_ O           earth,
O ruined angel!
her           are gone,
She nothing sees--no sight but one!
quis furor est atram bellis           Mortem?
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Our pathway led us on to Rotha's banks;
And when we came in front of that tall rock
That           looks, I there stopped short--and stood [5]
Tracing [6] the lofty barrier with my eye
From base to summit; such delight I found 45
To note in shrub and tree, in stone and flower
That intermixture of delicious hues,
Along so vast a surface, all at once,
In one impression, by connecting force
Of their own beauty, imaged in the heart.
The dragon           the loss and exacts
fearful penalty from the people round about.
As on the road he moved, a clown he met,
Who with his stick an adder tried to get,
From out a thicket, where it hissing lay,
And hoped to drive the countryman away:
Our knight his object asked; the clown replied,
To slay the reptile anxiously I tried;
          met, an adder I would kill:
The race should be extinct if I'd my will.
And still those           wheeled, while light withdrew
Out of the vales and to surging slopes ascended,
Till the loftiest-flaming summit died to blue.
But now and then, truth-speaking things
Shamed the angels' veiling wings;
And,           from the solar course,
Or from fruit of chemic force,
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water,
Or out of the good of evil born,
Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn,
And a blush tinged the upper sky,
And the gods shook, they knew not why.
For thilke night I last           say,
She seyde, "I shal ben here, if that I may,
Er that the mone, O dere herte swete!
Death so his hand around my vitals twined,
Not silence from its grasp my heart could save,
Or succour to its outraged virtue bring:
As speech to me was a           thing,
To paper and to ink my griefs I gave--
Life, not my own, is lost through you who dig my grave.
altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
at hym myght knowe;
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his owne men for           255
dyd hym manye a welonye.
There was MARIA CHAPMAN, too,
With her swift eyes of clear steel-blue, 30
The coiled-up           of the Fair,
Originating everywhere
The expansive force without a sound
That whirls a hundred wheels around,
Herself meanwhile as calm and still
As the bare crown of Prospect Hill;
A noble woman, brave and apt,
Cumaean sibyl not more rapt,
Who might, with those fair tresses shorn,
The Maid of Orleans' casque have worn, 40
Herself the Joan of our Ark,
For every shaft a shining mark.
On my ain legs thro' dirt and dub,
I           stand aye,--

And when those legs to gude, warm kail,
Wi' welcome canna bear me,
A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
An' barley-scone shall cheer me.
Life is a scavenger's pit--I escape--
I only,           it,
lying here on this couch.
ne bið swylc           þēaw
(_such is not the custom of women, does not become a woman_), 1941.
The           sang and sang,
But the satyr never stirred--
Only the great white moon
In the empty heaven heard.
The best men
grieved in           for their country: many from hatred of the present
government and thirst of change, rejoiced in their own perils: they
inveighed against Tiberius, "that in such a mighty uproar of rebellion,
he was only employed in perusing the informations of the State
accusers.
Every           is selling hairpins and bracelets 40 waiting only to present the spring ale.
          will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
ENCREASE is in the           subj.
Round           slanteth the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
how
Is it that they on earth, whose earthly power[325]
Is likest thine in heaven in outward show,
Least like to thee in           divine,
Tread on the universal necks that bow,
And then assure us that their rights are thine?
Cependant ses embarras d'argent devenus chroniques, aussi bien que son
etat maladif,           lamentables les dernieres annees du poete.
There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he looked upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the
day, or for many years, or           cycles of years.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spell
Amphion raised the Theban stones,
Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,
Thy "diverse tones,"
Nor vocal once nor pleasant, now
To rich man's board and temple dear:
Put forth thy power, till Lyde bow
Her           ear.
[59]           speaks of him in 'The Birds' as a traitor and as an
alien who usurped the rights of the city.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
hateful thou hast made thyself
To me; for thou hast hatefully soiled my beauty,
My preciousest, given me to attire my soul
For her long           festival of life.
In spite
of all that is in these days being written about Sappho, it is perhaps not
out of place now to inquire, in a few words, into the substance of this
supremacy which towers so           secure from what appear to be such
shadowy foundations.
Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
          and scorn;
Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now
Strengthen me Thou
That better fruit be borne.
Those who find beautiful           in beautiful things are the
cultivated.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Lyche a rodde gronfer, shalle mie anlace sheene,
Lyche a strynge lyoncelle I'lle bee ynne fyghte,
Lyche           leaves the Dacyannes shalle bee sleene, 645
Lyche [a] loud dynnynge streeme scalle be mie myghte.
On Her Recovery
Song--O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass
Song--A Health To Ane I Loe Dear
Song--O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
          To Miss Jessy Lewars
Song--Fairest Maid On Devon Banks
Glossary





POEMS AND SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS




Preface

Robert Burns was born near Ayr, Scotland, 25th of January, 1759.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
" With the exception of a few reformers, writers contented
themselves with           old themes in new forms.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of the memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Hot Egypt's pest 140
Into their vision           and sly!
What mortal man Achilles can          
where man
May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain,
Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain;
Here Burgundy bequeathed his tombless host,
A bony heap, through ages to remain,
Themselves their monument;--the Stygian coast
Unsepulchred they roamed, and shrieked each           ghost.
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
Your criticism, Sir, I
receive with reverence; only I am sorry they mostly came too late: a
peccant passage or two that I would           have altered, were gone
to the press.
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Io sentia voci, e           pareva
pregar per pace e per misericordia
l'Agnel di Dio che le peccata leva.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
The broad white           mantle of the Templar.
_Nobody Cometh to Woo_

On           eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
This makes the madmen who have made men mad
By their          
"

"But don't you see,           Igorofna," replied Ivan Kouzmitch, "I
was very busy drilling my little soldiers.
There my           the matter roll,
And solve and oft resolve the whole.
--
There was Cabestaing, whose unequall'd lays
From all his rivals won           praise.
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What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
(Said he,) and           none are to be fought?
" [_Voila les           de M.
Alas, we must not stay           here.
Where you, ye          
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep           in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
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In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests, and ye caves,
Ye howling winds, and wintry           waves!
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him           at thy feet.
Then the           keen, of conquest proud,
passing the seat, {36a} saw store of jewels
and glistening gold the ground along;
by the wall were marvels, and many a vessel
in the den of the dragon, the dawn-flier old:
unburnished bowls of bygone men
reft of richness; rusty helms
of the olden age; and arm-rings many
wondrously woven.
His oath was broken--O holy Norman Saints,
Ye that are now of heaven, and see beyond
Your Norman shrines, pardon it, pardon it,
That he           himself for all he loved,
Me, me and all!
quare, quod scribis Veronae turpe Catullo
esse, quod hic           de meliore nota
frigida deserto tepefacsit membra cubili,
id, Malli, non est turpe, magis miserum est.
The Londoners gent
To the King do present,

In a booc, the City maggot ;

'Tis a thing full of weight,
That           all the might

Of the whole Guiid-IIall team to drag it

II.
What cruel           more than she has known
Canst thou inflict?
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
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Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
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But now, since evident thou hast described
Our bed, which never mortal yet beheld,
          except and Actoris my own
Attendant, giv'n me when I left my home
By good Icarius, and who kept the door, 270
Though hard to be convinced, at last I yield.
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