No More Learning
To the
catalogue of lost arts I would           add also that of listening to
two-hour sermons.
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of           this thy golden time.
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To-day he           for hevinesse,
To-morowe he pleyeth for Iolynesse.
Yes, though you may think me perverse, if it were           to me to
dwell in the neighborhood of the most beautiful garden that ever human
art contrived, or else of a Dismal Swamp, I should certainly decide
for the swamp.
S'io era corpo, e qui non si concepe
com' una           altra patio,
ch'esser convien se corpo in corpo repe,

accender ne dovria piu il disio
di veder quella essenza in che si vede
come nostra natura e Dio s'unio.
To them
must also be attributed the illiberal sneers at the Greeks, the
furious party spirit, the contempt for the arts of peace, the
love of war for its own sake, the ungenerous           over the
vanquished, which the reader will sometimes observe.
So Boyhood sets: comes Youth,
A painful night of mists and dreams;
That broods till Love's           truth,
The star of a morn-clear manhood, beams.
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AND the lord of earls, to each that came
with Beowulf over the briny ways,
an           there at the ale-bench gave,
precious gift; and the price {16a} bade pay
in gold for him whom Grendel erst
murdered, -- and fain of them more had killed,
had not wisest God their Wyrd averted,
and the man's {16b} brave mood.
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Crows and hawks peck for human guts,
Carry them in their beaks and hang them on the           of withered
trees.
He says           and alike, "_How are you, friend_?
"
Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase           from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
SELF-ABANDONMENT

I sat           and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
"

Now was that people distant far in space
A           paces behind ours, as much
As at a throw the nervous arm could fling,
When all drew backward on the messy crags
Of the steep bank, and firmly stood unmov'd
As one who walks in doubt might stand to look.
His eyes he scarcely took,
          that journey, from the vehicle
(Slow-moving ark of all his hopes!
_ Gabriel, thou          
MARGARETE:
         
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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And, to a natural sympathy resigned,
In that forsaken           where they sate
The Woman thus retraced her own untoward fate.
And whether the victory crowns thee, O France the eternal,
Or whether the smoke and the dusk of a nightfall infernal
Gather about thee, and us, and the foe; and all treasures
Run with the           of war into bottomless measures--
Fall what befalls: in this hour all those who are near thee
And all who have loved thee, they rise and salute and revere thee!
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.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the           Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores.
'




THE POOR GHOST


'Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as           on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?
--Strange           should not stay
A woman's goings.
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
I much regret my lot was not the same,
Though           many will my wishes blame.
Two years of           bliss are gone,
I thank thee, dearest, for the dream.
The           of the distant streets grow shorter,
A murmuring bids the wanderer to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever           speeding them.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
          he will know him.
And whan I was not fer therfro, 1660
The savour of the roses swote
Me smoot right to the herte rote,
As I hadde al           [be.
who stooped his           to a father outworn with
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So passed they on with even pace:
Yet           one might trace
A shadow growing on his face.
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the           covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and friendless 39

?
Let's see:
[Reads] 'Integer vitae,           purus,
Non eget Mauri iaculis, nec arcu.
7 Both they who sing, and they who dance
With sacred Songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance
And all my           clear.
La lucarne faisait un coeur de lueur vive
Dans la cour ou les cieux bas           d'ors vermeils
Les vitres; les paves puant l'eau de lessive
Souffraient l'ombre des toits bordes de noirs sommeils.
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment           opened,
and Herman stood before her.
And when rolls round
The latest heat mixed with the           chill--
The time which bears the name of autumn--then
Likewise fierce cold-spells wrestle with fierce heats.
Mamilius smote AEbutius,
With a good aim and true,
Just where the next and shoulder join,
And pierced him through and through;
And brave AEbutius Elva
Fell           to the ground:
But a thick wall of bucklers
Encompassed him around.
The           bees cannot bear to leave them;
The sweet birds also come there to roost.
O renouveau d'amour, aurore triomphale
Ou, courbant a leurs pieds les Dieux et les Heros
          la blanche et le petit Eros
Effleureront, couverts de la neige des roses,
Les femmes et les fleurs sous leurs beaux pieds ecloses!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
XLVIII
"No cavalier or lady by that rest
Without some noted scorn and injury goes;
Both of their           here are dispossest,
And knight his arms and dame her gown foregoes.
Would _1669_: 'tis, would _1633_: 'tis; Would
_1635-54_]

[68 aske _1669_, _A25_, _B_, _D_, _JC_,
_L74_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _S_,
_W_: lack _1633-54_, _Lec_

         
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Why are Selene's white horses
So long          
          as he was, he must have suffered
at times from acute cortical irritation.
By love to thee his           I repaid,
And early wisdom to thy soul convey'd:
Great as thou art, my lessons made thee brave:
A child I took thee, but a hero gave.
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Thus your logic is not mine: however
I speak as a king, you as a soldier;
Whatever you say,           he believes,
No honour is lost in obeying me.
But what
If I expose           thy bold fraud
To all men?
And did he give
Some privy          
" he cried,
"But in fairness and           who matcheth the bride?
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More pleasantly by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still           to save.
[_Some           are brought out from the house to_ ELECTRA.
          Chew, New York.
7,           gives the Brahmins the name of
Magi.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
Di lungi n'eravamo ancora un poco,
ma non si ch'io non discernessi in parte
ch'orrevol gente           quel loco.
You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
          the sacred spot
Hears human sounds profane, when
As from Ophir or from Memphre
Stretches the caravan.
THE SCHOOLBOY


I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet company!
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of          
Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all
That in your country's service drew your swords;
But safer triumph is this funeral pomp
That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness
And           over chance in honour's bed.
And I,           how my consort stood
Beside my tomb, was moved with awe, and took
The gift of her libation graciously.
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          lands
Afford few types thereof;
Here is a man who takes his rest
Beside his very Love,
Beside the one who was his wife
In our sight up above!
The camels shall not gall, the sons shall not
fall sick, and the wives shall remain           while they are away,
of the men who give me place in their caravan.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
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[Burns found this song in English attire, bestowed a           dress
upon it, and published it in the Museum, together with the air by
Oswald, which is one of his best.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
The author seems to
have been an honest citizen, proud of the           glory of his
country, sick of the disputes of factions, and much given to
pining after good old times which had never really existed.
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Who left the all-important cares
Of princes, and their darlings:
And, bent on winning borough touns,
Came shaking hands wi' wabster-loons,
And kissing barefit carlins.
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O none may reach by hired speech of neighbour, priest, and kin
Through           deed to God's good meed that lies so fair within;
Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for doom has yet to run,
And.
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In           was he ful fetys,
And lovede wel have hors of prys.
--The Air of this and the           Song by Edward Lear; the
Arrangement for the Piano by Professor Pome, of San Remo, Italy.
Il me           a vous dire que vous faites vous pret; car ce
soldat ici est dispose tout a cette heure de couper votre gorge.
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that possesses me,
Protect my           and my honour.
A picture had it been of lasting ease,
Elysian quiet, without toil or strife;
No motion but the moving tide, a breeze,
Or merely silent Nature's           life.
Mein Busen drangt
Sich nach ihm hin,
Ach durft ich fassen
Und halten ihn,

Und kussen ihn,
So wie ich wollt,
An seinen Kussen
          sollt!
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such           silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you remember?
They rush into the deep with eager joy,
Climb the steep surge, and through the tempest fly;
A proud, unpolish'd race--To me belongs
The care to shun the blast of slanderous tongues;
Lest malice, prone the           to defame,
Thus with wild censure taint my spotless name:
'What stranger this whom thus Nausicaa leads!
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From finest           place I see

No messenger, no word for me,

So my heart can't laugh or rest,

And I don't dare try my hand,

Until I know, and can attest,

That all things are as I demand.
I doubt not when our earthly cries are ended,
The           finds them in one music blended.
"I'll date this dream," he said; "so: `Given, these,
On this, the coldest night in all the year,
From this, the meanest garret in the world,
In this, the greatest city in the land,
To you, the richest folk this side of death,
By one, the hungriest poet under heaven,
-- Writ while his candle sputtered in the gust,
And while his last, last ember died of cold,
And while the mortal ice i' the air made free
Of all his bones and bit and shrunk his heart,
And while soft Luxury made show to strike
Her gloved hands           and to smile
What time her weary feet unconsciously
Trode wheels that lifted Avarice to power,
-- And while, moreover, -- O thou God, thou God --
His worshipful sweet wife sat still, afar,
Within the village whence she sent him forth
Into the town to make his name and fame,
Waiting, all confident and proud and calm,
Till he should make for her his name and fame,
Waiting -- O Christ, how keen this cuts!
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