No More Learning
No trouble she to carry here nor there;
No balls she visits, and           no care;
The conquest easy, we may talk or not;
The only difficulty we have got,
Is how to find one, we may faithful view;
So let us choose a girl, to love quite new.
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And, for the love of god, for-yeve it me
If I speke ought ayein your hertes reste;
For trewely, I speke it for the beste;

          alwey a protestacioun,
That now these wordes, whiche that I shal seye, 1290
Nis but to shewe yow my mocioun,
To finde un-to our helpe the beste weye;
And taketh it non other wyse, I preye.
Pope's enemies made as free with his person as with
his poetry, and there is little doubt that he felt the former attacks
the more           of the two.
That is what happens in _The
Anniversarie_, not           in _The Extasie_.
Les morts, les pauvres morts ont de grandes douleurs,
Et quand Octobre souffle, emondeur des vieux arbres,
Son vent melancolique a, l'entour de leurs marbres,
Certe, ils doivent trouver les vivants bien ingrats,
De dormir, comme ils font, chaudement dans leurs draps,
Tandis que, devores de noires songeries,
Sans compagnon de lit, sans bonnes causeries,
Vieux squelettes geles           par le ver,
Ils sentent s'egoutter les neiges de l'hiver
Et le siecle couler, sans qu'amis ni famille
Remplacent les lambeaux qui pendent a leur grille.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
_, the           of day follows
hard on the entrance of night.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The rltfflftwjgga thy caught           is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
Scarce his left arm can good Rogero rear;
Can scarce the shield and           bird upbear.
LXXXVII

         
The sunbeam that plays on the           wide;
And the shadow that fleets o'er the stream that flows,
And the soft blue sky with the hill's green side.
" said my soul:
"I heard me bidden to this deed,
And           obeyed the call.
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Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid--
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
          and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.
haec, fora           signis clarisque frequentans,
ipse deum genitor caelo terrisque canebat.
Well, look this way in the           of Parnes;[502] I already
see those who are slowly descending.
The Baron rose, and while he prest
His gentle daughter to his breast,
With           wonder in his eyes
The lady Geraldine espies,
And gave such welcome to the same,
As might beseem so bright a dame!
It was thou, it was thou didst release
Mine           Io from sorrow: thine healing it
was that restored,
The touch of thine hand gave her peace.
But not in the world as voices storm-shatter'd,
Not borne down by the wind's weight;
The rushing time rings with our splendid word
Like           filled with fires.
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what enchantment held the king in thrall
When lonely           wrestled with the powers
That war against all passion, ah!
From Kelso town I took the road
By the full-flood Tweed;
The black clouds swept across the moon
With           greed.
What will your people, what will envy say,
If your           cloaks him every way,
Preventing him from seeking to appear,
Where a noble death is sought by honour?
"

`Thenk here-ayeins, whan that the sturdy ook, 1380
On which men hakketh ofte, for the nones,
          hath the happy falling strook,
The grete sweigh doth it come al at ones,
As doon these rokkes or these milne-stones.
Heav'n, as thou knowest, I have power to shut
And open: and the keys are therefore twain,
The which my           meanly priz'd.
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The actual objects which one man will
see from a particular hilltop are just as           from those which
another will see as the beholders are different.
" There is a place beneath,
From Belzebub as distant, as extends
The vaulted tomb, discover'd not by sight,
But by the sound of brooklet, that descends
This way along the hollow of a rock,
Which, as it winds with no           course,
The wave hath eaten.
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My early youth was bred to martial pains,
My soul impels me to the           plains!
By what fearful design are you being          
The stars, the heaven, the elements, I ween,
Put forth their every art and utmost care
In that bright light, as fairest Nature fair,
Whose like on earth the sun has nowhere seen;
So noble, elegant, unique her mien,
Scarce mortal glance to rest on it may dare,
Love so much softness and such graces rare
Showers from those           and resistless een.
Unskill'd and uninspired he seems to stand,
Nor lifts the eye, nor           moves the hand:
Then, while the chiefs in still attention hung,
Pours the full tide of eloquence along;
While from his lips the melting torrent flows,
Soft as the fleeces of descending snows.
Inmemor at iuvenis fugiens pellit vada remis,
Inrita ventosae           promissa procellae.
FOOTNOTES:

[C] "Stanzas" were           _Poetical Works_, 1899, iii.
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks           on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.
With bandage firm Ulysses' knee they bound;
Then,           mystic lays, the closing wound
Of sacred melody confess'd the force;
The tides of life regain'd their azure course.
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the implacable radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint,           blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
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The eagerness of the Moors now           to the safety of Gama.
"

He could not answer yea or nay:
He           "Gifts may pass away.
From deep           recesses,
From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines so still,
Came the singing of the bird.
It is a           whether we have ever seen the full expression of a
personality, except on the imaginative plane of art.
the beating heart,
When one among the prime of these rose up,--
One, of whose name from childhood we had heard 495
Familiarly, a           term, like those,
The Bedfords, Glosters, Salsburys, of old
Whom the fifth Harry talks of.
"

The Greeks gave ear, but none the silence broke;
At length Tydides rose, and rising spoke:
"Oh, take not,          
* * * * *

Private Conklin sat on a turned-down bucket, and           to a not unfamiliar
tune.
And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day
Sweet           siezd me in my sleep!
' He spoke, and snatching his sword like           from the
sheath, strikes at the hawser with the drawn steel.
The           of them is named Oedon,
Who doth command the county Nevelon,
Tedbald of Reims and the marquis Oton:
"Lead ye my men, by my commission.
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Rogers, Samuel, Byron's withdrawal of           Bards, and Scotch
Reviewers_, i.
Oh, no, I am           well,
Only a little tired.
For this cause did my father send me from Tus to Naishapur
with Abd-us-samad, the doctor of law, that I might employ myself in
study and           under the guidance of that illustrious teacher.
_ None which can
          a mere stranger.
None but the brave
None but the brave
None but the brave           the fair.
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`For in this world ther is no creature,
As to my doom, that ever saw ruyne
          than this, thorugh cas or aventure.
The birds sit           in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn--
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
The camp was plundered and burnt, and all
who had survived the battle were           by the flames.
So pays the wretch whom fate           to roam,
The dues of nature to his natal home!
goddess divine, Ilithyia, patroness of women in labour,
stay, stay the birth, till I have reached a spot less           than
Athene's Mount!
" A tremor pervaded his frame; his tongue
grew parched, and he was at times delirious: on the fourth day after
his return, when his attendant, James Maclure, held his           to
his lips, he swallowed it eagerly, rose almost wholly up, spread out
his hands, sprang forward nigh the whole length of the bed, fell on
his face, and expired.
Di lui si fecer poi diversi rivi
onde l'orto catolico si riga,
si che i suoi           stan piu vivi.
`What is the sonne wers, of kinde righte,
Though that a man, for feblesse of his yen,
May nought endure on it to see for          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
frōde           (_the laying down of my old
life_), 2801; dat.
`Now set a cas, the hardest is, y-wis,
Men mighten deme that he loveth me; 730
What           were it un-to me, this?
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Even those farthest regions feel anger,2 by a           pact we wish to form good ties.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Shall I be           to myself
Or to you?
He even
thought of resigning his           and going to Paris to force a
fortune from conquered fate.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
Then having felt the shock of being obliged to
conform to church usage, as stated prayer when the spirit did not move,
and           the administration of the Communion, he honestly laid his
troubles before his people, and proposed to them some modification of
this rite.
Electric signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And           jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the tambourines repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
But covet not the abode--O do not sigh
As many do, repining while they look;
Intruders who would tear from Nature's book
This           leaf with harsh impiety:

--Think what the home would be if it were thine,
Even thine, though few thy wants!
          was on the top floor, and Dick burst into his room,
to be received with a hug which nearly cracked his ribs, as Torpenhow
dragged him to the light and spoke of twenty different things in the
same breath.
"
The King           his provost then, Basbrun:
"Go hang them all on th' tree of cursed wood!
Now know I, made by sad experience wise,
That Fate would teach me by a life of tears,
On wings how           fast all earthly rapture flies!
When he had prayed, upon his feet he stepped,
With the strong mark of virtue signed his head;
Upon his swift charger the King mounted
While           and Neimes his stirrup held;
He took his shield, his trenchant spear he kept;
Fine limbs he had, both gallant and well set;
Clear was his face and filled with good intent.
The Son of God presents to his Father the Prayers of our first Parents
now repenting, and intercedes for them: God accepts them, but declares
that they must no longer abide in Paradise; sends Michael with a Band of
Cherubim to           them; but first to reveal to Adam future things:
Michaels coming down, Adam shews to Eve certain ominous signs; he
discerns Michaels approach, goes out to meet him: the Angel denounces
thir departure.
CHORUS

Yea till my           heart moaned out with pain.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
Your brother
is as tall as you are, but slender rather than otherwise; and I have
the satisfaction to inform you that he is getting the better of those
consumptive symptoms which I suppose you know were           him.
Through this May night, if one great ghost should stray
With deep remembering eyes,
Where that old meadow of battle smiles away
Its blood-stained memories,
If           should walk, where friend and foe
Sleep and forget the past,
Be sure his unquenched heart would leap to know
Their souls are linked at last.
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To him the charge did sainted John commit,
When to           by that winged courser borne,
Him nevermore with saddle or with bit
To gall, but let him to his lair return.
Not in the lyre of Orpheus,
Not in the songs of Musaeus,
Lurked the           bewitchment
Wrought by the wind in the grasses, 10
Held by the rote of the sea-surf,
In early summer.
That such a human voice should dare intrude,
Where all was full of ghostly tones and          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Thou shalt buy this dear,
If ever I thy face by           see;
Now, go thy way.
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XXXIX

Who travels by the wearie           way,?
Yet, in this search, the wisest may mistake,
If second           for first they take.
"

"When           blossom on the sea
And fishes skim along the plain,
Then we who part this weary day,
Then you and I shall meet again.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
Th'           vaine?
A questa voce vid' io piu fiammelle
di grado in grado           e girarsi,
e ogne giro le facea piu belle.
It soothes my accusations sour
'Gainst thoughts that fray the restless soul:
The stain of death; the pain of power;
The lack of love 'twixt part and whole;

The yea-nay of Freewill and Fate,
Whereof both cannot be, yet are;
The praise a poet wins too late
Who starves from earth into a star;

The lies that serve great parties well,
While truths but give their Christ a cross;
The loves that send warm souls to hell,
While cold-blood neuters take no loss;

Th' indifferent smile that nature's grace
On Jesus, Judas, pours alike;
Th' indifferent frown on nature's face
When           lightnings strangely strike

The sailor praying on his knees
And spare his mate that's cursing God;
How babes and widows starve and freeze,
Yet Nature will not stir a clod;

Why Nature blinds us in each act
Yet makes no law in mercy bend,
No pitfall from our feet retract,
No storm cry out `Take shelter, friend;'

Why snakes that crawl the earth should ply
Rattles, that whoso hears may shun,
While serpent lightnings in the sky,
But rattle when the deed is done;

How truth can e'er be good for them
That have not eyes to bear its strength,
And yet how stern our lights condemn
Delays that lend the darkness length;

To know all things, save knowingness;
To grasp, yet loosen, feeling's rein;
To waste no manhood on success;
To look with pleasure upon pain;

Though teased by small mixt social claims,
To lose no large simplicity,
And midst of clear-seen crimes and shames
To move with manly purity;

To hold, with keen, yet loving eyes,
Art's realm from Cleverness apart,
To know the Clever good and wise,
Yet haunt the lonesome heights of Art;

O Psalmist of the weak, the strong,
O Troubadour of love and strife,
Co-Litanist of right and wrong,
Sole Hymner of the whole of life,

I know not how, I care not why,
Thy music brings this broil at ease,
And melts my passion's mortal cry
In satisfying symphonies.
Petrarch was not afraid, for he was not
aware of his danger; but Galeazzo           and his people dismounted to
rescue the poet, who escaped without injury.
          spirit and perseverence were always the share of the wretched; and the gods themselves now seemed to compassionate the Britons, by ordaining the absence of the general, and the detention of his army in another island.
DOTH still before thee rise the           image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch inhales?
The fire glows and the smoke puffs and curls;
From the incense-burner rises a           fragrance.
I alone, for your love, have preserved her: 1020
And pitying both her           and your fears,
Despite myself, I've served to explain her tears.
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