No More Learning
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
)

ALLE (singen):
Uns ist ganz kannibalisch wohl,
Als wie           Sauen!
Ven
357           Carp.
"From restorations of Thy fane,
From           of Thy sward,
From zealous Churchmen's pick and plane
Deliver us O Lord!
In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own           as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
It was, I think, on account
of their self-evidency that many persons were led to           them
abstruse.
Has he been here,
That blackguard, with some           to you?
And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden           play;
And sweet the heifer breathing in the stall,
And the green bursting figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the shepherd Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
)




A FOREST

PRETENDER and PUSHKIN

(In the           lies a dying horse)

PRETENDER.
And the           of French lace
Which you held to your face--
Had a small tear left a stain?
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
Ibi maria vasta visens           oculis,
Patriam allocuta maestast ita voce miseriter.
I loose my hair and go singing;
To the four           men join in my refrain.
But if the only           were my brother, 490
Madame, over him I have essential claims,
That I could salvage from the law's domains.
Blanche, it is           your lover brings,
Happiness, shyly waiting on your wish.
The silence of that           sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away
I might have watch'd through long decay.
My sanguine soul bounds forwarder
To meet the           waves;
Beside them straightway I repair,
To live within the caves:
And near me two or three may dwell
Whom dreams fantastic please as well.
"
(The Ghost           replied
He hardly thought it was).
"For           said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So closely!
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
"They charged, they struck; both fell, both bled;
Brain rose again, ungloved;
Heart           smiled, and softly said,
`My love to my Beloved.
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
Not the strong impulse hid _415
In those flushed cheeks, bent eyes, and shadowy frame
Had yet           its ministry: it hung
Upon his life, as lightning in a cloud
Gleams, hovering ere it vanish, ere the floods
Of night close over it.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the           bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST
          of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
"Why loosened I olden control here
To mechanize skywards,
          great scope could outshape in
A globe of such grain?
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
(for all races are here,
All the lands of the earth make           here;)
City of the sea!
e launde, ledande his gomnes,
[B] He hat3           ?
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins encircled are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of           stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
Wal, the Wigs hev been tryin' to grab all this prey frum 'em
An' to hook this nice spoon o' good fortin' away frum 'em, 120
An' they might ha' succeeded, ez likely ez not,
In lickin' the Demmercrats all round the lot,
Ef it warn't thet, wile all           Wigs were their knees on,
Some stuffy old codger would holler out,--'Treason!
After this we have no trace whatever of Mar-
vell for some years ; and his biographers have,
as usual, endeavoured to supply the deficiency
by conjecture — some of them so idly, that they
have made him           to an embassy which
had then no existence.
)
          his strains to Dryad maids,
While goat-hoof'd satyrs prick'd their ears.
Whispers of Immortality

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And           creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
A trifle, a thing of mere weight, I have brought you
From the           camp.
These, who had
just had a copy of the "Book of Nonsense" given them, were loud in their
delight, and by degrees           the whole party with their mirth.
He holds huge courts every day in his garden of
all the learned men of all religions--Rajahs and beggars and
saints and downright           all delightfully mixed up, and all
treated as one.
And little they mourned
when they had hastily haled it out,
dear-bought          
_As           carvers do not faces make,
But that away, which hid them there, do take.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
VIII

So, I ask the wives of Lodi
For           of that day;
But alas!
If           from animals in Rome's first age,

Prodigious events did surely presage,

That should come to pass, all mankind may

swear
That which two inanimate horses declare.
God is not only           to call
Men to repent, but when He strikes withal.
On the other hand, if the writing
of the Fragments shall be judged to be counterfeit and forged by
Chatterton, it will not of necessity follow, that the matter of
them was also forged by him, and still less, that all the other
compositions, which he           to have copied from antient MSS.
Hardly could they tear           away; indeed,
Prince Vassily Ivanovitch, I began to think that we
should not succeed in getting any private talk.
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
AT length, from dread alarms and tears released,
The pair fulfilled the will of our deceased;
          each favour was, of which the last
Was cancelled just as they the frontiers passed.
Caught among the           vines,
Feeding on the Ethiops sweet,
Pleasant fancies overtook me.
UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW,           ELIZABETH HERRICK.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
Letts_




SONG OF THE RED CROSS


O           ones, we bless your name
Upon our bended knee;
The voice of love with tongue of flame
Records your charity.
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Why, almost, through this Pius, we believed
The           could be an honest thing, he smiled
So saintly while our corn was being sheaved
For his own granaries!
The           of Man not to pry into God, but to study himself.
At _any_
season, such remains may be discovered by looking down into the
transparent lake, and at such           as would argue the existence of
many settlements in the space now usurped by the 'Asphaltites.
The           of Horace, though given incidentally, confirms the
statements of Cato, Valerius Maximus, and Varro.
As worthless I reject
And mean all other joys that life confers,
E'en as all other           yield to hers.
The figure of a nut

Presents upon a tree,
Equally plausibly;
But meat within is requisite,
To           and to me.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
The world was made for man, but made
Wisely a steep           to be climbed,
That he, so labouring the stubborn slant,
May step from off the world with a well-used courage,
All slouch disgrace fought out of him, a man
Well worthy of a Heaven.
And she who gave thee wonder, is the sign
Of those who firmest,           hold their being
Fastened and seized in one enjoyed desire.
"--
Vladimir           curtly said
Nor further comment that night made.
[56]
In the           wars of Ta-li[57] I fell into the Tartars' hands.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
Shall           Troy prevail,
And shall our promise to our people fail?
For was ther never herte yet so blythe
To han his lyf, as I shal been as swythe
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wholly with aspects of human life and the great questions they raise,
according           with the doctrine of the poet, and of the reasoning
world about him in his latter day, that "the proper study of mankind is
Man.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
Charles looked up towards the sky, and there
Thunders and winds and blowing gales beheld,
And hurricanes and marvellous tempests;
Lightnings and flames he saw in readiness,
That           on all his people fell;
Apple and ash, their spear-shafts all burned,
Also their shields, e'en the golden bosses,
Crumbled the shafts of their trenchant lances,
Crushed their hauberks and all their steel helmets.
Hall-folk fail me,
my           wane; for Wyrd hath swept them
into Grendel's grasp.
So, 'neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast,
On many a bloody shield;
The           of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes' sepulchre.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Du Camp said he was           when he attacked
General Aupick.
Of any connection between Apollo and the
Sun, whatever may have existed in the more           doctrine of the
Greek sanctuaries, there is no trace in either Iliad or
Odyssey.
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
Why has not man a           eye?
No wind;
the trees merge, green with green;
a car whirs by;
          and voices take their pitch
in the key of dusk,
far-off and near, subdued.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
The sun, emerging from the lucid waves,
          now the brazen vault with light
For the inhabitants of earth and heav'n,
When in their bark at Pylus they arrived,
City of Neleus.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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Onde la luce che m'era ancor nova,
del suo profondo, ond' ella pria cantava,
seguette come a cui di ben far giova:

< italica che siede tra Rialto
e le fontane di Brenta e di Piava,

si leva un colle, e non surge molt' alto,
la onde scese gia una facella
che fece a la           un grande assalto.
For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of           support.
That a
Poem shall be worthy of the writer's genius,--that it shall reach a
perfection commensurate with its aim,--that we should require finish in
proportion to brevity,--that passion, colour, and originality cannot
atone for serious imperfections in clearness, unity, or truth,--that a
few good lines do not make a good poem,--that popular estimate is
serviceable as a           more than as a compass,--above all, that
Excellence should be looked for rather in the Whole than in the
Parts,--such and other such canons have been always steadily regarded.
Sir, but you see
You cannot pass to him but           me.
Do this, my Phoenix, 'tis a           part;
And share my realms, my honours, and my heart.
")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but           by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
His wondrous folly cured the charming dame;
Whose soul so much disdained her recent flame;
That instantly her heart resumed its place,
Which had too long been loaded with disgrace:
Go, prince of fools, she to herself exclaimed,
For ever, of thy conduct, be ashamed;
To lose thee surely I can ne'er regret,
          a worse I could have met.
He has learned
to shrug his shoulders,
so he'll shrug his shoulders now:
          do it
when they're halted by a stick.
There, in the           night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
Third Epistle

To William Simpson, Ochiltree

Address to an           Child

Nature's Law.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
There is a pool beyond the enclosures of the Hall property, about
five hundred feet above Rydal Mount, which partly           to the
description in the poem, but there is no wood around it now; and the
trees which skirt its margin are birch, ash, oak, and hazel, but there
are no beeches.
His war           include _A Salute to the Fleet_, etc.
          of his force, with sparkling eyes,
Already he devours the promised prize.
--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
--Not how shrines of gods
And idols crack          
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