No More Learning
It may be remembered, in connection with Wordsworth's text, that he
himself said, "I am for the most part uncertain about my success in
altering poems; but, in this case" (he is           of an insertion) "I
am sure I have produced a great improvement.
Already the venom flows towards my heart,
An           chill pierces my dying heart: 1640
Already I see as if through a clouded sky,
Heaven, and a husband my presence horrifies.
And I forgot thee, as the berried holly
By shepherds is forgotten, when, in June,
Tall           keep away the sun and moon:--
I rush'd into the folly!
Thou, like the dying Swanne, didst lately sing
Thy           Dirge, in audience of the King; 30
When pale lookes, and faint accents of thy breath,
Presented so, to life, that peece of death,
That it was fear'd, and prophesi'd by all,
Thou thither cam'st to preach thy Funerall.
TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
Si com' fui dentro, in un           vetro
gittato mi sarei per rinfrescarmi,
tant' era ivi lo 'ncendio sanza metro.
Such was the hapless chance, most beautiful Laodamia, 105
Tare fro' thee dearer than life, dearer than spirit itself,
Him, that husband, whose love in so mighty a whirlpool of passion
Whelmed thee absorbed and plunged deep in its gulfy abyss,
E'en as the Grecians tell hard by Pheneus of Cyllene
Drained was the marish and dried, forming the fattest of soils, 110
Whenas in days long done to delve through marrow of mountains
Dared, falsing his sire, Amphtryoniades;
What time sure of his shafts he smote           monsters
Slaying their host at the hest dealt by a lord of less worth,
So might the gateway of Heaven be trodden by more of the godheads, 115
Nor might Hebe abide longer to maidenhood doomed.
          so far, he came to Sarraguce.
I saw them next on a           car,
Where, known by her chaste cherub ways, aside
My Laura sate and to them sweetly sung.
He from the           furrow called the food,
Taught to command the fire, control the flood,
Draw forth the monsters of the abyss profound,
Or fetch the aerial eagle to the ground.
With           always in one's heart,
And twilight in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his separate Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
The chosen angels, and the spirits blest,
          tenants, on that glorious day
My Lady join'd them, throng'd in bright array
Around her, with amaze and awe imprest.
_Male perfumes_,           of the best kind.
Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon,
Or ever hath been, of these toil-worn souls
Might           rest for one.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long           moan.
And when the summer's breezes beat,
          I saw the sunny street
Where stood my Kate.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
"

Then he cried aloud, "Who dwells in this place,           with me to
hold?
And,           to information, it has
been shown that he, the accursed Grishka, has fled to the
Lithuanian frontier.
" or the like; that go a-begging for
some meaning, and labour to be           of the great burden of nothing.
"

"Yea, I have sought thee, yea, I have found thee,
Yea, I have thirsted for thee,
Yea, long ago with love's bands I bound thee:
Now the Everlasting Arms surround thee,--
Through death's           I look and see
And clasp thee to Me.
"

So all the           of each family thanked their parents; and, making in
all forty-nine polite bows, they went into the wide world.
--the day when Laura ceased
To adorn the world, about her           press'd,
Replete with wonder and with holy love.
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rowe,
2220 & wyth           a-wharf, er he wolde ly3t;
[E] & sy?
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at           which it cannot see.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
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[The second and fourth verses are by Burns, the rest is very old, the
air is also very old, and is played at trade festivals and processions
by the           of Tailors.
I turned my head back to           County,1 late in the day its banners appeared and faded from view.
120
"Do
"You know          
Two hundred years and more, I understand,
He has gone forth and conquered many a land,
Such blows hath borne from many a trenchant lance,
          and slain of kings so rich a band,
When will time come that he from war draws back?
'Such has been the           of my life,' he
said to Mr.
welcome with           now!
She is strangely ashamed
Of           having evilly used her.
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Travelling in silent majesty along their orderd ways
In right lined paths outmeasurd by           of weight & measure number weight
And measure.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
Then sorrow seiz'd me, which e'en now revives,
As my thought turns again to what I saw,
And, more than I am wont, I rein and curb
The powers of nature in me, lest they run
Where Virtue guides not; that if aught of good
My gentle star, or something better gave me,
I envy not myself the           boon.
He had money at his disposal, and my           knew it.
LXVII
At the first city, whither he was brought
(Because to go concealed he had good care),
He a new helmet donned; but took no thought
What was the head-piece he           to bear.
"

          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
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"Its poetry is admirably selected
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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.
But like the worm, that           through the dust;
Who, as along the dust for food he feels,
Is crushed and buried by the traveller's heels.
          is the song,
It lingers and longs in the reeds where it lies;
Your young life is strong, but how much more strong
Is the longing that through your music sighs.
It is another aged fact that, in life as well as
racing, all the worst           happen at little ditches and cut-down
fences.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
Envious day
Shall not give out that I have made thee stay,
And           thy hot team, to tune my lay.
"

THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and           logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.
the camps of the tents of green,
Which the days of peace keep filling, and the days of war keep filling,
With a mystic army, (is it too ordered          
Shall worms,           of this excess,
Eat up thy charge?
oh           hate
To Phrygia's monarch, and the Phrygian state!
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand           rooms.
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
) And we
should note for what it is worth the observation in the ancient Greek
argument: "The play is           satyr-like ([Greek: saturiphkoteron]).
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O           Death!
Once in a whimsey mood he sat
And talked of life, in           pat,
To Eve in Eden, -- "Death, on Life" --
As if he knew!
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
In the history of the earth hitherto the largest and most
stirring appear tame and orderly to their ampler           and stir.
Most of the pieces           previously and most of those
I am going to read to-day are songs, not poems.
III


          voyageurs!
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That           from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
To reine[27] anente[28] a fele[29]           knyghte,
Ytt gettes ne rennome[30] gyff hys blodde bee spylte.
:           filius tuus terminos intra quos servitur .
Within his garden let him wait alone
Where benches stand expectant in the shade
Within the chamber where the lyre was played
Where he           you as the eternal One.
"

Orde explained that he had to go out into the District, and while the
visitor           that though good men wouldn't play, duffers were
always keen, and that his side would probably be beaten, Pagett rose to
look at his mount, a red, lathered Biloch mare, with a curious lyrelike
incurving of the ears.
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Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
Haste was hers; she would hie afar
and save her life when the           saw her.
) shows the           of Martial.
Now           from the dawn, the morning ray
Glow'd in the front of heaven, and gave the day
The youthful hero, with returning light,
Rose anxious from the inquietudes of night.
Those of Tours were suppressed by the same Aviola,
assisted with a           sent from the legions, by Visellius Varro,
lieutenant-governor of lower Germany.
After-effect

immortality

thanks to

our love

- he           us

beyond

in exchange

we give back

life to him

in deepening

our thought

47.
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
e disposic{i}ou{n}
{and} ordenaunce cleuynge to           ?
His
appetite for travel continued to grow with what it fed upon; and although
he hated a long sea-voyage, he used seriously to           as possible a
visit to relations in New Zealand.
There was strife and           'twixt Swede and Geat
o'er the width of waters; war arose,
hard battle-horror, when Hrethel died,
and Ongentheow's offspring grew
strife-keen, bold, nor brooked o'er the seas
pact of peace, but pushed their hosts
to harass in hatred by Hreosnabeorh.
Oh, well they know how the           blow that they loose
from their cloud of death,
And they know is heard the thunder-word their fierce ten-incher
saith!
I pulled his nose--he blew it, and offered to bet the Devil his head
that I would not venture to try that           again.
From the mouth the breath
Would roll a noisome stink, as stink to heaven
Rotting cadavers flung           out.
shall the           display your hair,
While the Fops envy, and the Ladies stare!
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
So he with           coaxes the life which has
flown to return into her body.
          blue!
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
RETROSPECT


"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES"


I

I HAVE lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
Since forth from cot and croft
I went mankind among,
That sometimes they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;

II

And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-be, where Dooms
Half-wove and           stand:
And show from there
The dwindled dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
Sitting where the           blow,
Will you come and be my wife?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
But I, when fresh and fair begins the dawn
To chase the lingering shades that cloak'd the earth,
          the animals in every wood,
No truce to sorrow find while rolls the sun;
And, when again I see the glistening stars,
Still wander, weeping, wishing for the day.
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