No More Learning
From the school of           lore and love, Burns now went to a
rougher academy.
          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
Yet they do well who name it with a name,
For all its rash           call it true.
Have I, for this, shook Ilion with alarms,
          nations, set two worlds in arms?
The shape of the prisoner's place in the court-room, and of him or
her seated in the place,
The shape of the liquor-bar lean'd against by the young rum-drinker
and the old rum-drinker,
The shape of the shamed and angry stairs trod by sneaking foot- steps,
The shape of the sly settee, and the adulterous unwholesome couple,
The shape of the gambling-board with its devilish winnings and losings,
The shape of the step-ladder for the convicted and sentenced
murderer, the murderer with haggard face and pinion'd arms,
The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipp'd
crowd, the           of the rope.
It perseveres if grief be all its view,
And           gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
I have dwelt on questions of intellectual interest and perhaps
thereby diverted attention from that quality in the play which is the most
important as well as by far the hardest to convey; I mean the sheer beauty
and           of the writing.
Made           for a payment;
rendered liable for a debt.
He that denies himself shall gain the more
From           Heaven.
Rich, ornate, populous, all           thine,
The golden corn, the olive, and the vine.
And loudly lift each           voice--
All die, 250
Save the slight remnant of Seth's seed--
The seed of Seth,
Exempt for future sorrow's sake from death.
]
[Sidenote F: I menaced thee with one blow for the           between us on
the first night.
Ennius sang the
Second Punic War in numbers           from the Iliad.
ONE night Camillus had a party met,
Of youthful beaux and belles, a charming set,
And, 'mong the rest, fair Constance was a guest;
The evening passed in jollity and jest;
For few to holy           seemed inclined,
And none for Methodists appeared designed:
Not one, but Constance, deaf to wit was found,
And, on her, raillery went briskly round.
Must I pass from my song for thee--
From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west,           with thee,
O comrade lustrous, with silver face in the night?
So this           now in thine eye,
If it shall fall on yonder heated surface
May bounce back upward.
SANS LOY           the pagan lawlessness in Ireland.
The Kiss


I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a           bird
That cannot reach the south.
An           were come again,
Then somebody maun cross the main,
And every man shall hae his ain,
Carle, an the King come.
MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
Du bist ein           guter Mann,
Allein ich glaub, du haltst nicht viel davon.
This is some still           New-found Island or Celebes.
He had due rites and          
Aides par un valet infame, ils penetrerent dans la           de la noble
dame et lui deroberent le reste de son tresor .
I can see nothing: the pain, the          
ere ne ben had no           or lawe of correcc{i}ou{n}.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund           wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
Thus,           in a very cursory and imperfect manner, I have endeavored
to convey to you my conception of the Poetic Principle.
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
tō           ōðres yrfeweardes, _to await
another heir_, 2453.
I charge ye not to open the door to
give them an answer, but whisper't through the          
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
_I_, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our           gains, [15]
Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with lower pains!
CLYTEMNESTRA

Not cast thee out, but to a           home.
"

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies           on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
Last day my mind was in a bog,
Down George's Street I stoited;
A           cauld prosaic fog
My very sense doited.
And who avers the          
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love           Nature's.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
To the Rhine to send Trajan safe home_

NYMPHARVM pater amniumque, Rhene,
          Odrysias bibunt pruinas,
sic semper liquidis fruaris undis,
nec te barbara contumeliosi
calcatum rota conterat bubulci;
sic et cornibus aureis receptis
et Romanus eas utraque ripa:
Traianum populis suis et urbi,
Tibris te dominus rogat, remittas.
The sons of Merops shone amidst the war;
Towering they rode in one refulgent car:
In deep prophetic arts their father skill'd,
Had warn'd his           from the Trojan field.
thiopia's blameless race,(66)
Twelve days the powers indulge the genial rite,
Returning with the twelfth           light.
Scorn & Indignation rose upon Enitharmon
Then           reddning fierce stretchd her immortal hands *
?
There's not a blessing individuals find,
But some way leans and           to the kind:
No bandit fierce, no tyrant mad with pride,
No caverned hermit, rests self-satisfied:
Who most to shun or hate mankind pretend,
Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend:
Abstract what others feel, what others think,
All pleasures sicken, and all glories sink:
Each has his share; and who would more obtain,
Shall find, the pleasure pays not half the pain.
LXXXI


Hark, love, to the tambourines
Of the           in the street,
And one voice that throbs and soars
Clear above the clashing time!
Then doubt is not, and truth is more than truth,--
A hope it is, and a desire; a creed 405
Of zeal, by an           Divine
Sanctioned, of danger, difficulty, or death.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
It is economy, Sir; it is that           virtue, prudence: so I beg you
will sit down, and either compose or borrow a panegyric.
Most welcome
To Rome and to our palace, Earl          
This man his planted walks extends
Beyond his peers; an older name
One to the people's choice commends;
One boasts a more           fame;
One plumes him on a larger crowd
Of clients.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
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s most           patron during his years in Sichuan.
He           his card--an ace.
PHOEBE

Ere pales in Heaven the morning star,
A bird, the loneliest of its kind,
Hears Dawn's faint           from afar
While all its mates are dumb and blind.
How should not the poet doat
On its mystic tongue,
With its primeval memory,
Reporting what old minstrels told
Of Merlin locked the harp within,--
Merlin paying the pain of sin,
Pent in a dungeon made of air,--
And some attain his voice to hear,
Words of pain and cries of fear,
But           all on melody,
As fits the griefs of bards to be.
tand in,
Freely, and as your gift; vpon           65
You may as freely, ?
Thus things
Down to the vilest lees of           mobs
Succumbed, whilst each man sought unto himself
Dominion and supremacy.
--
He must have put his curls away from the axe;
Or did they part           when he knelt down,
And let the stroke have his nape white and bare?
Her image floating on that noble tide,
Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold,
But now whereon a thousand keels did ride
Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied,
And to the Lusians did her aid afford
A nation swoll'n with           and pride,
Who lick, yet loathe, the hand that waves the sword.
In a mood of this kind to-day
I           the air of Logan Water.
For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
' quod Pandarus;
`By god, I shal no-more come here this wyke, 430
And god to-forn, that am           thus;
I see ful wel that ye sette lyte of us,
Or of our deeth!
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
No palace, with a lofty gate, he wants,
T' admit the tides of early visitants,
With eager eyes devouring, as they pass,
The breathing figures of Corinthian brass;
No statues threaten, from high pedestals;
No Persian arras hides his homely walls,
With antic vests, which, through their shady fold,
Betray the streaks of ill-dissembled gold:
He boasts no wool, whose native white is dy'd
With purple poison of           pride:
No costly drugs of Araby defile,
With foreign scents, the sweetness of his oil:
But easy quiet, a secure retreat,
A harmless life that knows not how to cheat,
With home-bred plenty, the rich owner bless;
And rural pleasures crown his happiness.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
And the lion, meantime, shook his ponderous chain,
Loud and fierce howled the tiger, impatient to stain
The bloodthirsty arena;
Whilst the women of Rome, who           those deeds
And who hailed the forthcoming enjoyment, must needs
Shame the restless hyena.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet harmonious voice

Like a           stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
The deadly diamonds shining in their crowns
Do wound the           of their Majesties
And glitter through a setting of blood-gouts
As if they smiled to think how men are slain
By the sharp facets of the gem of power,
And how the kings of men are slaves of stones.
And _where_ are they, and _why_          
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Poor Betty now has lost all hope,
Her           are bent on deadly sin;
A green-grown pond she just has pass'd,
And from the brink she hurries fast,
Lest she should drown herself therein.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
Whan hit was vij yere olde and more,
hys freendys sett hym wnto lore; 46
he was sone Full goode of wytt,
And           the holy wryte;
he loued god in all his thought, 49
And of thys worllde gaffe he nought;
he sawe thys worllde was butt gylle,
for hit showld laste but a whyle;
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neuerthe les whan he was elde,
lone and felde For to wellde,
hys fader puruyde hym a wyffe, 55
Wit whome he soulde led hys lyffe;
A mayden there was fayre and Fre,
Com of ?
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Faces

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Sauntering the           or riding the country by-road, faces!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
The Foundation is committed to           with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
The townsmen braved the English king,
Found           in the French,
And honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
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PART III

VIRGINITY AND PERFECTION




JUDITH


I

THE           CITY OF BETHULIA

JUDITH (_at the window of an upper room of her house_).
LII
To Charles' court he wends; the bird he bore
Of gold with its two heads -- of crimson hue
Its field -- and that same vest and ensigns wore,
As was           devised between the two;
And such as in the listed fight before
His bruised and battered armour was in shew.
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Such terror, so           warfare in,
Changed from my former self, I live of late
As one who midway doubts, and fears and strays.
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In the strangely simple economy of the world people only get what
they give, and to those who have not enough           to penetrate the
mere outward of things, and feel pity, what pity can be given save that
of scorn?
First were but few simple dwellings here,           sunlight discovered

Nations enlivening hills teeming with fortunate thieves.
Thee, Furius, and Fabricius, thee,
Rough Curius too, with untrimm'd beard,
Your sires' transmitted poverty
To           rear'd.
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CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he           and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count; conquering he was slain!
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Then, 'twixt a vice and folly, turned aside
To do good deeds and           to cloak them, lied.
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