No More Learning
AH, SUNFLOWER


Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Who           the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
Yet they do well who name it with a name,
For all its rash           call it true.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
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          thou must
Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
You owned persons,           sweat-drops or blood-drops!
_ GOD, non RVen
130           a: _querelis_ GORVen
132 et 134 _siccine_ ?
I would not play her           tricks
To have her looks!
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Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets, --
          of blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.
--
It is a father's tale: But if that Heaven
Should give me life, his           shall grow up
Familiar with these songs, that with the night
He may associate joy.
God           Justice in his own slow tide.
She was like the new moon seen through the           mist, when the sky
pours down its flaky snow and the world is silent and dark.
whoso'er you are,
I feel impelled my tale to tell-- _50
Horrors           shalt thou hear,
Horrors drear as those of Hell.
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" The Pilot then replied,
"It cannot be--she is a human Maid--
Her low voice makes you weep--she is some bride, _3215
Or           of high birth--she can be nought beside.
The shaft I drow out of the arwe, 1905
Roking for wo right wondir narwe;
But the heed, which made me smerte,
Lefte bihinde in myn herte
With other foure, I dar wel say,
That never wol be take away; 1910
But the           halp me wele.
{a}t any           be in
mannis ?
oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the           To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer
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To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filld with wine & with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the sickness that cuts off his children
While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits & flowers
Then the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field
When the shatterd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
Ye bring with you the forms of hours Elysian,
And shades of dear ones rise to meet my gaze;
First Love and           steal upon my vision
Like an old tale of legendary days;
Sorrow renewed, in mournful repetition,
Runs through life's devious, labyrinthine ways;
And, sighing, names the good (by Fortune cheated
Of blissful hours!
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
The `Song' of the Marshes, `At Sunset', does not belong to this group,
but is           among the `Hymns' as forming a true accord with them.
For what is so
furious and Bedlam like as a vain sound of chosen and           words,
without any subject of sentence or science mixed?
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She           grown, Pelias and Neleus bore,
Both, valiant ministers of mighty Jove.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its           like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
Grace has a good figure, and the look of health and
cheerfulness, but nothing else           in her person.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
Sease, xi, 38, fasten; seised, xii, 17, gained, taken           of.
beside their dwelling groups
Of serfs the           wail have given.
Weak was the Old World,
Wearily war-fenced;
Out of its ashes,
Strong as the morning,
          the New.
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Bolde as a lyon came Syr CHARLES,
Drawne onne a clothe-layde sledde,
Bye two blacke stedes ynne trappynges white,
Wyth plumes uponne theyre hedde:

Behynde hym fyve-and-twentye moe 285
Of archers stronge and stoute,
Wyth bended bowe echone ynne hande,
Marched ynne goodlie route:

Seincte JAMESES Freers marched next,
Echone hys parte dydd chaunt; 290
Behynde theyre backs syx           came,
Who tun'd the strunge bataunt:

Thenne came the maior and eldermenne,
Ynne clothe of scarlett deck't;
And theyre attendyng menne echone, 295
Lyke Easterne princes trickt:

And after them, a multitude
Of citizenns dydd thronge;
The wyndowes were alle fulle of heddes,
As hee dydd passe alonge.
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
Fer the matter o' thet, it's           in town
Thet her own representatives du her quite brown.
O, shun the sea, where shine
The thick-sown          
Between these two           opinions, a true poet
may be allowed to decide.
--
SAPPHIC FRAGMENT 473
CATULLUS: XXXI 474
AFTER SCHILLER 476
SONG: FROM HEINE 477
FROM VICTOR HUGO 479
          BEMBO'S EPITAPH ON RAPHAEL 480
RETROSPECT--
"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES" 483
MEMORY AND I 486
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And, man of the many white croziers, a century there I forgot;
How the           drip blood in the battle, when the fallen on fallen lie
rolled;
How the falconer follows the falcon in the weeds of the heron's plot,
And the names of the demons whose hammers made armour for Midhir of old.
this flesh how it           to dust and is blown!
) and poop, and side,
As soon as all their sable crews are out,
Are changed anew to leaves; which far and wide,
Raised by a sudden breeze, are blown about;
And           in mid-air, like such light gear,
Go eddying with the wind, and disappear.
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In his own howels           the conquering

health.
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
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How sholde a plaunte or lyves creature
Live, with-oute his kinde          
Before           the first "Nonsense-Book," we would point out that it
contains one or two forms that are interesting; for instance, "scroobious,"
which we take to be a Portmanteau word, and "spickle-speckled," a favorite
form of reduplication with Mr.
The
quotations from Harsnet in the following pages are           taken
from the excerpts in the _Detection_.
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
Brave Luther answered YES; that thunder's swell
Rocked Europe, and           the triple crown.
'Twas in no scorn, no           to thee,
I hid my wife's death and my misery.
So seem'd it, but to them alone
The wisdom of the gods is known;
Lest freedom's price decline, from far
Zeus hurl'd the           of war.
For what are called
criminals nowadays are not           at all.
TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
) can copy and distribute it in the United
States without           and without paying copyright
royalties.
My dearest Nancy, O          
Myself was sent to Uglich, there to probe
This matter on the spot; fresh traces there
I found; the whole town bore witness to the crime;
With one accord the           all affirmed it;
And with a single word, when I returned,
I could have proved the secret villain's guilt.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A           there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
--Ha, the radiant lid
Of Dawn's eye          
' Thus
Apollo began, and yet speaking           from mortal view, vanishing
into thin air away out of their eyes.
WHILE moving round his post, he saw at night
Shine, cross the tomb, a strange, unusual light,
Which thither drew him, curious to unfold
What, through the chinks, his           could behold.
I           and clear
My wishes' cloudy character.
Greater or less           depends on the resilience of atoms.
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1.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Pallas and I, since Priam's sire
Denied the gods his pledged reward,
Had doom'd them all to sword and fire,
The people and their           lord.
Those men also that do not now know the
punishments which are           for them, shall afterwards repent and
lament in vain: but those who believe in me I will for ever save.
already do I see
Heavily in my hand the tired pen move
From its long dear           with her I love;
Not so my thoughts from communing with me.
And you were heard to utter cries of joy,

When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,

When spring chased ancient winter away,

When the           star of new ideals,

Suddenly glittered in the burning sky,

And the Hippogriff stole Pegasus' place.
Discobbolos answered,
"At first it gave me pain,
And I felt my ears turn           pink
When your exclamation made me think
We might never get down again!
'
Intent, I searched the region round,
And in low hut the dweller found:
Woe is me for my hope's          
He knew that
Hop-Frog was not fond of wine, for it excited the poor cripple almost to
madness; and madness is no           feeling.
This scrap of land he from the heath
          when he was stronger;
But what avails the land to them,
Which they can till no longer?
_Nature's Hymn to the Deity_

All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
The sun proclaims him through the day,
The moon when daylight drops away,
The very           smiles to wear
The stars that show us God is there,
On moonlight seas soft gleams the sky
And "God is with us" waves reply.
CHORUS: Best keep           here, lest, running thither,
We unawares run into danger's mouth.
          he cantered onward thence.
how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
XV

Once           Bridge of Lodi,
Is thy claim to glory gone?
Unlucky he whoe'er his lord          
My constitution seems to be           worn out.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Yet, though a dreary strain, to this I cling,
So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief or gladness--so it fling
          around me--it shall seem
To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme.
But as
Ivan Kouzmitch was one of the most upright and sincere of men he could
not think of any other way than that which he had already           on a
previous occasion.
And in the ages after monsters died,
          there perished many a stock, unable
By propagation to forge a progeny.
          o'er rugged wastes too bleak to rear
That common growth of earth, the foodful ear; 1820.
GOLDEN BELLS

When I was almost forty
I had a           whose name was Golden Bells.
I could not have
completed my third snore when there came a furious ringing at the
street-door bell, and then an           thumping at the knocker, which
awakened me at once.
And sees the darkness coming as a cloud--
***Is not its form--its voice--most           and loud?
Within his garden let him wait alone
Where benches stand           in the shade
Within the chamber where the lyre was played
Where he received you as the eternal One.
And did with store of every thing abound,
That           Princes?
He           his card--an ace.
' If this
beautiful sentiment came from a people whom Plato reproaches with their
avidity for           and dominion, what still softer reply ought we not
to expect from the most modest of nations!
"

Marya saw a lady seated on a little rustic bench           the monument,
and she went and seated herself at the other end of the bench.
No way could he take
to avenge on the slayer slaughter so foul;
nor e'en could he harass that hero at all
with           deed, though he loved him not.
"

Herman           like a leaf as the appointed hour drew near.
XCVII

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the           of the fleeting year!
_Io mi rivolgo           a ciascun passo.
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
          was also here; he caught me unawares,
Scribbling to my old mother.
Are not these green nooks
Empty of all          
It is that which           itself--which never invites, and never refuses.
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