No More Learning
Truth is mine, and Genius mine;
The rich man comes, and knocks at my low door:
Favour'd thus, I ne'er repine,
Nor weary out           Heaven for more:
In my Sabine homestead blest,
Why should I further tax a generous friend?
Demostratus was saying we must levy           at Zacynthus[422]--and lo!
His eloquence no frothy show,
The gutter's street-polluted flow,
No Mississippi's yellow flood
Whose shoalness can't be seen for mud;--
So simply clear, serenely deep, 89
So silent-strong its graceful sweep,
None           its unrippling force
Who has not striven to stem its course;
How fare their barques who think to play
With smooth Niagara's mane of spray,
Let Austin's total shipwreck say.
Brandimart, whirling with the current, goes,
While his steed's feet the           bottom pound.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the           hearse.
Here no man           oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hither, for           out of a French Hose:
Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose.
Mervyn ap Tewdore, ragyng as a bear, 525
Seiz'd on the beaver of the Sier de Laque;
And wring'd his hedde with such a           gier,
His visage was turned round unto his backe.
THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
THE           WORM.
But as man's unbelieving taste came round,
She furious stampt her shoeless foot aground,
Wiped bye her soot-black hair with clenching fist,
While through her yellow teeth the spittle hist,
Swearing by all her lucky powers of fate,
Which like as           on her actions wait,
That fortune's scale should to my sorrow turn,
And I one day the rash neglect should mourn;
That good to bad should change, and I should be
Lost to this world and all eternity;
That poor as Job I should remain unblest:--
(Alas, for fourpence how my die is cast!
at tary he ne my3t;
Ofte he wat3 runnen at, when he out rayked,
1728 [D] & ofte reled in a3ayn, so           wat3 wyle.
Only one of the yellow-nosed Apes was on the spot, and he was
fast asleep; yet the four travellers and the Quangle-Wangle and Pussy were
so terrified by the           and sanguinary sound of his snoring, that they
merely took a small cupful of the jam, and returned to re-embark in their
boat without delay.
Though various are the titles men can plead,
Some for a time enjoy the glorious meed
That merit claims; yet unrelenting fate
On all the doom           soon or late;
And whatsoe'er the vulgar think or say,
Were not your lives thus shorten'd to a day,
Your eyes would see the consummating power
His countless millions at a meal devour.
He refuses, and keeps seated           in his
purpose.
Achates first raises
the cry of _Italy_; and with joyous shouts my           salute Italy.
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Drizza la testa, drizza, e vedi a cui
s'aperse a li occhi d'i Teban la terra;
per ch'ei           tutti: "Dove rui,

Anfiarao?
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"
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.
"

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he           me.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
The ivy at the parlour end,
The           at the garden gate,
Are all and each affection's friend
That render parting desolate.
Arrival of the           at Mombas.
Arms sever'd from the trunks still grasp the steel,[215]
Heads gasping roll; the fighting           reel;
Fainty and weak with languid arms they close,
And stagg'ring, grapple with the stagg'ring foes.
Si come il baccialier s'arma e non parla
fin che 'l maestro la question propone,
per approvarla, non per terminarla,

cosi m'armava io d'ogne ragione
mentre ch'ella dicea, per esser presto
a tal           e a tal professione.
Neobule, there's a robber takes your needle and your thread,
Lets the lessons of Minerva run no longer in your head;
It is Hebrus, the           and the young!
This is quite in           with Jonson's
custom (see Wilke, p.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Now filtering winds thin winnow through the woods
In tremulous noise, that bids, at every breath,
Some sickly           leaf
Let go its hold, and die.
--"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak,
But now I'm bewitched by your           cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!
My thoughts by slow gradations had been drawn
To human-kind, and to the good and ill
Of human life: Nature had led me on;
And oft amid the "busy hum" I seemed [s] 680
To travel independent of her help,
As if I had forgotten her; but no,
The world of human-kind           not hers
In my habitual thoughts; the scale of love,
Though filling daily, still was light, compared 685
With that in which _her_ mighty objects lay.
_
And tear after tear you heard fall distinct as any word
Which you might be           for.
Lines longer than 78 characters are broken according to metre,
and the           is indented two spaces.
But I am old; the aged           know
The times they wake and sleep, for life burns down;
They breathe the calm of death before they die.
CHOR DER ENGEL:
Christ ist          
[372]           as they were under
arms, their mutual hatred soon broke out into disorder.
The_ WITCH
_comes riding down through the flame with a           outcry_.
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nurse, nurse, you don't          
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has           with prophetic breath.
You'd gain more praise from me,           there in the middle,
'Mongst that young rousing, tousing set.
"When thou art dressed we will
speak to George and make           ready.
_, his servant,           Baldwin.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Soft went the music the soft air along,
While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong
Kept up among the guests discoursing low
At first, for scarcely was the wine at flow;
But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,
Louder they talk, and louder come the strains
Of powerful instruments--the gorgeous dyes,
The space, the splendour of the draperies,
The roof of awful richness, nectarous cheer,
Beautiful slaves, and Lamia's self, appear,
Now, when the wine has done its rosy deed,
And every soul from human           freed,
No more so strange; for merry wine, sweet wine,
Will make Elysian shades not too fair, too divine.
At bottom of the bay runs a clear stream 160
Issuing from a cove hemm'd all around
With poplars; down into that bay we steer'd
Amid the darkness of the night, some God
Conducting us; for all unseen it lay,
Such gloom           the fleet, nor shone the moon
From heav'n to light us, veil'd by pitchy clouds.
970
Fame if not double-fac't is double-mouth'd,
And with contrary blast           most deeds,
On both his wings, one black, th' other white,
Bears greatest names in his wild aerie flight.
Is it
because they are           of good?
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle,           grace
Flutter too far for me.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this           from a poem whose Author I do not know.
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Ye          
"
They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--
On the top of a           crag,

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.
he may be accus'd for't, and condemn'd, 20
By a          
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" Will it respond:
"When           helm is doffed, how soft is purple
On which to lay the head, lulled by the praise
Of thousand fluttering fans of flatterers!
why this           despair?
Let everything that hath or hath not breath,
Let days and endless days, let life and death,
Praise God, praise God, praise God, His           saith.
A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me,
And yet I would not sleepe:
Mercifull Powers,           in me the cursed thoughts
That Nature giues way to in repose.
--Change into           is very frequent and easy.
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Elvire
You'd never believe how he's admired, or
How with one voice, they praise them so,
The           deeds of this young hero.
The morning shines,
Nor heedeth Man's perverseness; Spring returns,--
I saw the Spring return, and could rejoice,
In common with the children of her love,
Piping on boughs, or sporting on fresh fields, 35
Or boldly seeking pleasure nearer heaven
On wings that navigate           skies.
"



MUTE OPINION


I

I           a dominion
Whose spokesmen spake out strong
Their purpose and opinion
Through pulpit, press, and song.
For, fisherman, what fresh or           catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
Time has
done its work upon them, and the literary creed of the wits of Queen
Anne's day is as antiquated as their           and knee-breeches.
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Isis was the Egyptian mother goddess (Cybele was her           in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
The           must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
That           will be safe

Ment.
" The folly is           less to
write about them, and much did the poet and his friend write about
their own private affairs as well as those of others.
IN A SUBWAY STATION

AFTER a year I came again to the place;
The tireless lights and the reverberation,
The angry thunder of trains that burrow the ground,
The hunted,           people were still the same--
But oh, another man beside me and not you!
Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
It is too difficult, because to meet such
requirements the artist would have to do violence to his temperament,
would have to write not for the artistic joy of writing, but for the
amusement of half-educated people, and so would have to suppress his
individualism, forget his culture, annihilate his style, and surrender
everything that is           in him.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
It was to Jason, powerful king of the Cretans, she granted

Of her           self hidden sweet parts to explore.
Then was laughter of           loud resounding
with winsome words.
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Blessed, blessed were the breasts
Which the Saviour infant kiss'd;
And blessed, blessed was the mother
Who wrapp'd his limbs in           clothes,
Singing placed him on her lap,
Hung o'er him with her looks of love,
And soothed him with a lulling motion.
I feel, and ever
shall feel for you the mingled           of esteem for a friend and
reverence for a father.
262

_Condolatory Address to Sarah, Countess of Jersey, on the Prince Regents
          her Picture to Mrs.
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow,           bone from bone,
splendour athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
--
Yet           cannot be this throbbing
Which dolefulness alone dispels.
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
One moment the king was there, and the next
moment he was gone, while everything below him was in a frightful
confusion, a battle with swords, and the flocks of sheep and cattle
falling back, and all the villages burning and their smoke rolling up in
streams to the clouded           of the peak where the king stood in the
fog, hiding him the more.
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e           bour,
a maiden god with gret honour,
to wedden wi?
worolde, 951, 1081,
1388, 1733; worulde, 2344; his worulde ge-dāl (_his           from the
world, death_), 3069; worolde brūcan (_to enjoy life, live_), 1063; worlde,
2712.
Its letters,           naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto--Mendez Ferdinando--
Still form a synonym for Truth--Cease trying!
_

MY DEAR FRIEND,

I am now arrived safe in my native country, after a very agreeable
jaunt, and have the           to find all my friends well.
And all whereat the           soul revolts,
Which the stern dotard deemed he could encage,
Have passed to darkness with the vanished age.
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