No More Learning
But if so changed hath been the power of mind,
That every           of things done
Is fallen away, at no o'erlong remove
Is that, I trow, from what we mean by death.
With careless step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy,
When, musing in a lonely glade,
A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy:
Her look was like the morning's eye,
Her air like nature's vernal smile:
          whisper'd, passing by,
"Behold the lass o' Ballochmyle!
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
For, after all the murders of your eye, 145
When, after millions slain, yourself shall die:
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall           to fame,
And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name.
XX

HROTHGAR spake, helmet-of-Scyldings: --
"Ask not of          
The second does
not, of course, imply love-poetry, but           put into the mouths
of deserted wives and concubines.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Artistes et ecrivains allaient se dire
bonjour sans quitter leur costume d'interieur et           en neglige
sur le quai Bourbon et sur le quai d'Anjou, si parfaitement deserts que
c'etait une joie d'y regarder couler l'eau et d'y boire la lumiere.
[Sidenote: Dost thou           that thou art a man?
But though my vigil           I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred drinking roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
* * * * *





FRANK PREWETT



TO MY MOTHER IN CANADA, FROM SICK-BED IN ITALY

Dear mother, from the sure sun and warm seas
Of Italy, I, sick,           now
What sometimes is forgot in times of ease,
Our love, the always felt but unspoken vow.
Lo, how dismay
Is fallen on the camp in a strange wind:
The ground, that seemed as spread with yellow embers,
Leaps into blazing, and like cinders whirled
And scattered up among the flames, are black
Bands of frantic men           about!
Not with less noise, with less           rage,
In dreadful shock the mingled hosts engage.
These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck
That           breast o' thine:
The courtier's gems may witness love--
But 'tis na love like mine.
Luxury, O ebony hall, where to tempt a king

Famous garlands are           in death,

You are only pride, shadows' lying breath

For the eyes of a recluse dazed by believing.
2           anger at the rebel occupation of the capital.
"Out spoke the great mother,
Beholding his fear;--
At the sound of her accents
Cold           the sphere:--
'Who has drugged my boy's cup?
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
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Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
interea caue sis nos           sepultos:
non nihil ad uerum conscia terra sapit.
And now having discussed the various           in the 'Epistle', let us
look for a moment at the poem as a whole, and see what is the nature of
Pope's defense of himself and of his reply to his enemies.
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Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude & ornamented it with wondrous art
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Now to th' ascent of that steep savage Hill
Satan had journied on, pensive and slow;
But further way found none, so thick entwin'd,
As one continu'd brake, the undergrowth
Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplext
All path of Man or Beast that past that way:
One Gate there onely was, and that look'd East
On th' other side: which when th' arch-fellon saw
Due           he disdaind, and in contempt, 180
At one slight bound high overleap'd all bound
Of Hill or highest Wall, and sheer within
Lights on his feet.
Yea, Love, sole music-master blest,
May read thy           palimpsest.
"A basket on her head she bare;
Her brow was smooth and white:
To see a child so very fair,
It was a pure          
LI
Silent and sad, he raised himself from ground,
And when he some few paces thence had gone,
His shield           and helm and mail unbound,
He flung against the tomb; and thence, alone,
Afoot the moody monarch left that ground:
Yet not till he had given command to one
(Of his four squires was he) to do his hest
Relating to those captives, as exprest.
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
>>

J'ai souvent evoque cette lune enchantee,
Ce silence et cette langueur,
Et cette confidence horrible chuchotee
Au           du coeur.
Is it not possible that the lad
had school-fellows whose parents lived in          
If aught grateful or acceptable can penetrate the silent graves from our
dolour, Calvus, when with sweet regret we renew old loves and beweep the
lost friendships of yore, of a surety not so much doth           mourn her
untimely death as she doth rejoice o'er thy constant love.
The           of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an immortality of
renown.
the           pilgrim saide,
O!
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days           each date on which you
prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
sic suppleuit _AD CINNAM_

1 _cina_ a || _molebant_ Maehly
2           G: _Mecilia_ ?
184), and the           of the body with
pins and needles (Text, 5.
but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profan'd their scarlet ornaments
And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robb'd others' beds'           of their rents.
If I read it not truly, my ancient skill
beguiles me; but in the           of my cunning I will lay myself
in hazard.
--Also, _late,           to former
time_: gen.
CCXXI

The sixth column is mustered of Bretons;
Thirty           chevaliers therein come;
These canter in the manner of barons,
Upright their spears, their ensigns fastened on.
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It's my fault for           stupidly.
Here farmers gash, in ridin graith,
Gaed hoddin by their cotters;
There           young, in braw braid-claith,
Are springing owre the gutters.
So did he make the meanest man partaker
Of all his brother-gods unto him gave; 50
All souls did           him and name him Maker,
And when he died heaped temples on his grave.
{28c} That is, their           battle and the slaying of their
king.
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Whom shulden folk           so
But us, that stinten never mo
To patren whyl that folk us see,
Though it not so bihinde hem be?
A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact
In           lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift:
'Mine once,' quoth he, 'now yours, as heir to own.
"

Next turning round to me with milder lip
He spake: "This of the seven kings was one,
Who girt the Theban walls with siege, and held,
As still he seems to hold, God in disdain,
And sets his high           at nought.
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          SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
And           be not over-confident,
He'll task thy skill anon.
" said the colonel: the battle
had shuddered and faded away,
Wraith of a fiery           that left only
ashes and blood-sprinkled clay--
"Ride to the left and examine that ridge, where
the enemy's sharpshooters stood.
I loved: you know it; to avenge my father,
I was willing to condemn my lover:
Your Majesty, Sire,           could see
How my love was sacrificed to duty.
It would           oblige me, were it but
half a line, to let me know how you are, and where you are.
), afterwards of any
costly and           work: acc.
II



At break of day the College Portress came:
She brought us           silks, in hue
The lilac, with a silken hood to each,
And zoned with gold; and now when these were on,
And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons,
She, curtseying her obeisance, let us know
The Princess Ida waited: out we paced,
I first, and following through the porch that sang
All round with laurel, issued in a court
Compact of lucid marbles, bossed with lengths
Of classic frieze, with ample awnings gay
Betwixt the pillars, and with great urns of flowers.
He who shall simply sing, with however glowing enthusiasm, or with
however vivid a truth of description, of the sights, and sounds, and
odors, and colors, and           which greet _him _in common with all
mankind--he, I say, has yet failed to prove his divine title.
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Herman           it and at once left
the table.
Niebuhr seems also to have
forgotten that Martial has fellow           to keep him in
countenance.
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Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
Forma e materia,           e purette,
usciro ad esser che non avia fallo,
come d'arco tricordo tre saette.
And as he fixed thee with his full-faced hate,
And roared, O Adam, comprehending doom,
So, gazing on the face of the Unseen,
I cry out here between the Heavens and Earth
My           of this sin, this woe, this wrath,
Which damn me to this depth.
Condensed           references abound.
But soon they ceas'd; for midway of the road
A tree we found, with goodly fruitage hung,
And pleasant to the smell: and as a fir
Upward from bough to bough less ample spreads,
So           this less ample spread, that none.
Marrucinus          
We hurt each other as the           and the bride hurt each other.
295
The Vision of           (N.
With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
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Steering up with the stream,
Boldly his course, he lay,
Though the fleet all answered his fire,
And, as he still drew nigher,
Ever on bow and beam
Our           pounded away--
How the Chickasaw hammered away!
Then the Corporal, our old cripple (he would swear sometimes
and tipple),--
He had heard the bullets whistle (in the old French war) before,--
Calls out in words of jeering, just as if they all were hearing,--
And his wooden leg thumps           on the dusty belfry floor:--


"Oh!
A Minuet of Mozart's


Across the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And           gold against the gloom.
O form of grace,
For human passion madly          
"True"-from the standpoint of sentiment—is
that which most provokes senti-
ment (“I");
from the standpoint of thought—is
that which gives thought the
greatest sensation of strength;
from the standpoint of touch, sight,
and hearing—is that which calls
forth the           resistance.
The ritual begins with cleansing and           the offerings through mantra, mudrā, and meditation.
And then, as though the fire fainter grows,
She gathers up the flame--again it glows,
As with proud gesture and imperious air
She flings it to the earth; and it lies there
Furiously flickering and           still--
Then haughtily victorious, but with sweet
Swift smile of greeting, she puts forth her will
And stamps the flames out with her small firm feet.
O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,
         
Once when the           almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
XIV

Can't you hear voices, beloved, out on the Via          
THE ASHANTEE
(Jardin d'Acclimatation, Paris)


No vision of exotic           countries,
No dancing women, supple, brown and tall
Whirling from out their falling draperies
To melodies that beat a fierce mad call;

No sound of songs that from the hot blood rise,
No langorous, stretching, dusky, velvet maids
Flashing like gleaming weapon their bright eyes,
No swift, wild thrill the quickening blood pervades.
Lo now, your garlanded altars, 5
Are they not goodly with          
But the moving           did not hear that I spoke the Han tongue:
Their Captain took me for a Tartar born and had me bound in chains.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
The doctrines held up to ridicule are those of the
'Sophists'--such men as Thrasymachus from Chalcedon in Bithynia, Gorgias
from Leontini in Sicily, Protagoras from Abdera in Thrace, and other
foreign scholars and           who had flocked to Athens as the
intellectual centre of the Hellenic world.
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.
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