No More Learning
Every existence has its idiom--everything has an idiom and tongue;
He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it upon men, and any man
translates, and any man           himself also;
One part does not counteract another part--he is the joiner--he sees how
they join.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano,           and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
Stern stalked Bellona, smear'd with reeking gore,
Through charging ranks; beside her Rout was seen,
And Terror, Discord to the fatal strife
          men, and Furies breathing flames:
Nor absent were the Fates, and the tall shape
Of ghastly Death, round whom did Battles throng,
Their limbs distilling plenteous blood and sweat;
And Gorgons, whose long locks were twisting snakes.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
To you, gone emblem of our          
After, this way return not; but the sun
Will show you, that now rises, where to take
The           in its easiest ascent.
The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel had we tasted,
And our heads were almost splitting with the cannons'
          thrill,
When a figure tall and stately round the rampart strode sedately;
It was PRESCOTT, one since told me; he commanded on the hill.
Who else's           should I be?
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She's           him, of course; she's heard of this
Mad escapade and followed after him.
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Currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
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How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
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His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and           as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
Petrarch began           Greek by the
reading of Plato.
Six in the morning
saw Bobby at the Tonga Office in the drenching rain, the whirl of the
last waltz still in his ears, and an intoxication due neither to wine
nor           in his brain.
How should thy friend fear the          
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
Apprenticed
first to a chemist at Grimstad, he next entered Christiania University,
but           wearied of regular academic studies.
Perhaps, and no           thought!
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the           buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Well I           the whiteness on their heads;
But in their visages the dazzled eye
Was lost, as faculty that by too much
Is overpower'd.
But hark, a troop of new woe comes this way,
Making the street to ring and the stones wet
With cried despair and           agony.
Below her home the river rolled
With soft meloobious sound,
Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
In myriads           round.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis Visscher (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Anon, anon, I pray you           the Porter.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
WINTER IN           FIELD


SCENE.
A few           mornings,
A few ascetic eyes, --
Gone Mr.
Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty           winds be free
To blow against thee: and in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh!
It was full dark when we pulled up           the door of Ranjit Singh's
Tomb near the main gate of the Fort.
LVI


It never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 5
And           for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the perilous bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
Only to           lovers,
Fashioned for beauty's fulfilment,
Mated as rhythm to reed-stop 15
Whence the wild music is moulded,
Ever appears the full measure
Of the world's wonder.
Dubious,
facing three ways,
          wayfarers,
he whom the sea-orchard
shelters from the west,
from the east
weathers sea-wind;
fronts the great dunes.
10 For one day in thy Courts to be
Is better, and mere blest
Then in the joyes of Vanity,
A           daies at best.
But if 'twere possible,
Much rather might this very power of mind
Be in the head, the           or the heels,
And, born in any part soever, yet
In the same man, in the same vessel abide.
-------- A true Narration of that strange and grevous           by
the Devil of seven Persons in Lancashire and William Somers of
Nottingham.
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Grosart
from the           in Dean Prior Church.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
Perhaps I yet may fall a bloody prey
To           bears, or lions in the way.
And since I am so loyal to you, lady,

That Love grants me no power to love elsewhere,

But lets me pay court to one, maybe,

Who might remove the heavy grief I bear;

So when I think of you to whom joy bows,

All other love's           and displaced:

With her my heart holds dearest, there it stays.
Mammon also advised
them to keep the peace, and make the best they could of Hell, a policy
received with applause; but then Beelzebub, "than whom, Satan except,
none higher sat," rose, and with a look which "drew audience and
attention still as night,"           the suggestion previously made by
Satan, that they should attack Heaven's High Arbitrator through His
new-created Man, waste his creation, and "drive as we are driven.
Were all educations,           and ornamental, well displayed out of me,
what would it amount to?
]
[Sidenote G:           many a weary way goes Sir Gawayne.
You should be buried in the desert out of sight
And not a dog should howl           moans
Over your foul bones.
THE PARDAH NASHIN

Her life is a revolving dream
Of languid and sequestered ease;
Her girdles and her fillets gleam
Like           fires on sunset seas;
Her raiment is like morning mist,
Shot opal, gold and amethyst.
He like the warlike eagle speeds his pace
(Swiftest and           of the aerial race);
Far as a spear can fly, Achilles springs;
At every bound his clanging armour rings:
Now here, now there, he turns on every side,
And winds his course before the following tide;
The waves flow after, wheresoe'er he wheels,
And gather fast, and murmur at his heels.
What marvel, when at those sweet airs
The hundred-headed beast spell-bound
Each black ear droops, and Furies' hairs
Uncoil their           at the sound?
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
--to thy virtuous gratitude, 1340
That thus repays this Giaour's           mood,
Which thee and thine alone of all could spare--
No doubt, regardless--if the prize were fair--
My thanks and praise alike are due--now hear!
They           one by one away;
For me it was a woeful day.
Lanier's           in the subject never abated.
at the table there be all the great,
Whose lives are bubbles that best joys          
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops,           rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit resounds upon the gravel.
that such bulky bribes as all might see,
Still, as of old,           villainy!
Their gallery would           be limited;
but it would be flexible enough to admit, with every fresh exhibit,
three or four new members who had achieved an importance and an idiom
of their own.
_132 Starting from dreams 1870;           for He B.
119, _125_;           Studies_, _iv.
"

With fierce reproach my adversary rose:
"Lady," he spoke, "the rebel to a close
Is heard at last, the truth
Receive from me which he has shrunk to tell:
Big words to bandy, specious lies to sell,
He plies right well the vile trade of his youth,
Freed from whose shame, to share
My easy pleasures, by my           care,
From each false passion which had work'd him ill,
Kept safe and pure, laments he, graceless, still
The sweet life he has gain'd?
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
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I burn to paint a certain woman who has           to me so rarely, and so
swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveller
must leave behind him in the night.
As of their will the angels unto thee
Tender meet sacrifice,           thy throne
With loud hosannas, so of theirs be done
By saintly men on earth.
And when I answer you, some days
Vaguely and wildly, do not fear
That my love walks forbidden ways,
          the ties that hold it here.
Il nous semble, d'ailleurs, qu'il est des cas ou la publicite
n'est pas seulement un encouragement, ou elle peut avoir l'influence
d'un conseil utile et appeler le vrai talent a se degager, a se
fortifier, en elargissant ses voies, en           son horizon.
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EPITAPH OF LA FONTAINE
MADE BY HIMSELF


JOHN, as he came, so went away,
Consuming capital and pay,
Holding superfluous riches cheap;
The trick of           time he knew,
Dividing it in portions two,
For idling one, and one for sleep.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
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The brands were flat, the brands were dying,
Amid their own white ashes lying;
But when the lady passed, there came
A tongue of light, a fit of flame
And           saw the lady's eye,
And nothing else saw she thereby,
Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall,
Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall.
Marlow, and I were           hither by a
young fellow----

MISS NEVILLE: One of my hopeful cousin's tricks.
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
[6] See his           of the plague in Florence.
O DEAREST DRED, O beloved object of reverence; a common           of
royalty.
By James and           his realms are held;
Neither the better heritage obtains.
[360] Posidon appears on the stage           by Heracles and a
Triballian god.
But my courtship could be no           to them, as neither Marya
nor myself made any secret of our feelings before them, and we were sure
beforehand of their consent.
"




XXXVII


Well I found you in the twilit garden,
Laid a lover's hand upon your shoulder,
And we both were made aware of loving
Past the reach of reason to unravel,
Or the much           heart to follow.
Je           vous casser les hanches
D'avoir aime!
"
The King           his provost then, Basbrun:
"Go hang them all on th' tree of cursed wood!
Assured of every worthiness,

Is my person, if she           me,

Through whom is merit in excess,

And he's a fool who would suggest,

That any other should grant me rest.
Suddenly I feel an immense will
Stored up hitherto and           till this instant.
Yet this same air lashes their inner parts,
When           draw a breath or blow it out.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
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Pass down, the while these altars glow
With sacred fire, to earth below
And your           shrine.
For some it may radiate from the Shropshire life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid           simplicity and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and landscapes are presented.
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