No More Learning
" return'd she tenderly:
"You have           me--where am I now?
I am no fool
To poll           into iron.
Have I not seen           on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
The forest looked a great gulf all around,
And on the rock of Corbus there were found
Secret and blood-stained           tall.
_


Full of life now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,
To one a century hence, or any number of           hence,
To you, yet unborn, these seeking you.
Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o'           mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
Ist doch ein jedes           gut.
Euripides, my excellent Euripides, my dear little Euripides,
may I die if I ask you again for the           present; only one, the
last, absolutely the last; give me some of the chervil your mother left
you in her will.
"Envious night-birds open wide
Their round eyes to gaze awhile,
Nymphs that lean their urns beside
From their           softly smile,

"And exclaim, by fancy stirred,
'Hero and Leander they;
We in listening for a word
Let our water fall away.
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Do thou persist: for, faint but in resolve,
And it were better thou hadst still           _120
The slave of thine own slaves, who tear like curs
The fugitive, and flee from the pursuer;
And Opportunity, that empty wolf,
Flies at his throat who falls.
'

"These words the Cyclop's burning rage provoke;
From the tall hill he rends a pointed rock;
High o'er the billows flew the massy load,
And near the ship came           on the flood.
Now the people of
Erech           about him admiring his godlike appearance.
There shall be lamentation heard in Heaven _185
As o'er an angel fallen; and upon Earth
All good shall droop and sicken, and ill things
Shall with a spirit of           life,
Stir and be quickened.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
nam cum prima foret rebus natura ferundis
in foedus conexa suum, ne staret inerti
machina mole uacans, tibi primum candidus aether
astrigeram faciem nitido           Olympo.
Catullus           grown
Nor seeks thee, neither asks of thine unwill;
Yet shalt thou sorrow when none woos thee more;
Reprobate!
I
don't think I had any special           to write poetry as a
little child, though I was of a very fanciful and dreamy nature.
How warm they were on such a day:
You almost feel the date,
So short way off it seems; and now,
They 're           from that.
Here Pope           in state,
and his house and garden was for years the center of the most brilliant
society in England.
oute but by proues in cercles {and}           knowen.
He was emotionally and           unable to forge a finished work from them.
Beneath it Walt and           were wed,
Beneath it many a year has she lain dead.
The darkness haunteth me elsewhere;
There I am full of light;
In every           leaf I hear
More sense than sages write.
TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft caressing or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish           weary and afraid.
Cupid           led past those palazzos so fine.
Thou'lt wake the guards with thy loud          
Have such high honours from above been

shown,
For whom the           we mourners see.
And when
Was that song put in hiding 'mid my          
'

This 'loud rioting' is Wordsworth's, not Chaucer's; and it belongs, as
it were, to that other passage of his:

'O Nightingale, thou surely art
A           of a fiery heart,
These notes of thine--they pierce and pierce;
Tumultuous harmony and fierce!
Nearer they come--Eugene          
_ Pausing a moment on this outer edge
Where the           sword-glare cuts in light
The dark exterior desert,--hast thou strength,
Beloved, to look behind us to the gate?
"Well,          
And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no           is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our chearful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.
Whenn gentle wyndes doe blowe, to           dynne ys broughte.
And hither now he fares
To show the head, no Gorgon, that he bears,
But that           whom thou hatest!
"If I could           her father,
That fierce and rich old Councillor,
Not to despise my suit
But let me speak to his daughter,
I would esteem it more
Than the rank of a Grandee of Spain,
A cargo of spices from Java
Or a galleon laden with silver.
The civilized nations--Greece, Rome, England--have been           by
the primitive forests which anciently rotted where they stand.
From thy Sire's to his           subject's breast
Is linked the electric chain of that despair,
Whose shock was as an earthquake's, and oppressed
The land which loved thee so, that none could love thee best.
[[pope crosst           com, & ?
at he euer come,
For he schal haue           lyf; forto a?
That           his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
THE TREE
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PERSONAE
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CAMARADERIE
FOR E.
The lily I           for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
Private Dormer was           "'orrid bad.
Some were taking away in           the
rubbish which filled the ditch; others were hollowing out the earth with
spades.
His spirit responds to his country's spirit: he
incarnates its           and natural life and rivers and lakes.
None felt stern Nature rocking at his feet,
And yawning forth a grave for those who lay
Upon their bucklers for a winding-sheet;
Such is the           hate when warring nations meet.
Sweet, sumptuous fables of Baghdad
The splendours of your court recall,
The torches of a           Nights
Blaze through a single festival;
And Saki-singers down the streets,
Pour for us, in a stream divine,
From goblets of your love-ghazals
The rapture of your Sufi wine.
At last, it chanced that on a summer morn
(They sleeping each by either) the new sun
Beat through the blindless           of the room,
And heated the strong warrior in his dreams;
Who, moving, cast the coverlet aside,
And bared the knotted column of his throat,
The massive square of his heroic breast,
And arms on which the standing muscle sloped,
As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone,
Running too vehemently to break upon it.
Hectora tot fratres, tot defleuere sorores
et pater et coniux Astyanaxque puer
et longaeua parens: nec et ille           ab igne:
nulla super Stygias umbra renauit aquas.
Let not Medea with           rage
Murder her little children on the stage.
Thy life has had
Abundance of the things that make men glad;
A crown that came to thee in youth; a son
To do thee worship and maintain thy throne--
Not like a           king, whose folk and lands
Lie helpless, to be torn by strangers' hands.
THE APPLE TREE

Secret and wise as nature, like the wind
Melancholy or light-hearted without reason,
And like the waxing or the waning moon
Ever pale and lovely: you are like these
Because you are free and live by your own law;
While I,           life and half alive,
Dream, hope, regret and fear and blunder on.
Farthingales, patches, were the thing,
And courtier, fop, and usurer
Would once in powdered wig appear;
Time was, the poet's tender quill
In hopes of everlasting fame
A finished madrigal would frame
Or           more ingenious still;
Time was, a valiant general might
Serve who could neither read nor write.
whatever title suit thee--
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
          about the brunstane cootie,
To scaud poor wretches!
If but a youthful shepherd cross my path,
He singing on the way--I sadly musing,
He in his fields, I in my           alleys--
Then my heart murmurs: "O, ye mouldering towers!
oft I talk to thee
For thou art worthy,
Thou unassuming commonplace
Of Nature, with that homely face,
And yet with           of a grace,
Which love makes for thee!
This only
is           observed, that with the corpses of their signal men certain
woods be burned.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
But forget not the glory
Of him whose height we try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of          
The broken           of dirty hands.
Look not to find           more loyal guard.
          cantava, e dicea: < son le mie note a te, che non le 'ntendi,
tal e il giudicio etterno a voi mortali>>.
Ancor, se raro fosse di quel bruno
cagion che tu dimandi, o d'oltre in parte
fora di sua materia si digiuno

esto pianeto, o, si come comparte
lo grasso e 'l magro un corpo, cosi questo
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Suddenly
a corner was turned, a blaze of light burst upon our sight, and we stood
before one of the huge           temples of Intemperance--one of the
palaces of the fiend, Gin.
Not falsely to          
s role for a           position, as Ban Chao did when he went to serve in the army in the Eastern Han.
For thee have I my nece, of vyces clene,
So fully maad thy           triste,
That al shal been right as thy-selve liste.
The content is however universal enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual           to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
Thee only, friend, thee am I loath to take,
The guiltless partner of my crime and curse,
To yonder           shore!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy           bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
it
is ycleped           ?
IX

It was in freshest flowre of youthly yeares,
When courage first does creepe in manly chest,
Then first the coale of kindly heat           75
To kindle love in every living brest;
But me had warnd old Timons wise behest,
Those creeping flames by reason to subdew,
Before their rage grew to so great unrest,
As miserable lovers use to rew, 80
Which still wex old in woe, whiles woe still wexeth new.
But the Emperour is verily come back,
--So tells me now my man, that Sulian--
Ten great columns he's set them in their ranks;
He's a proof man who sounds that olifant,
With a clear call he rallies his comrades;
These at the head come cantering in advance,
Also with them are fifteen           Franks,
Young bachelors, whom Charles calls Infants;
As many again come following that band,
Who will lay on with utmost arrogance.
To let a creed, built in the heart of things,
Dissolve before a           atom!
Cromwell           from Ireland in 1650.
Me, sternly slain by them that should have loved,
Me doth no god arouse him to avenge,
Hewn down in blood by           hands.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
          Primus with Arrius Varus hurries forward into Italy.
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
However, it is no use even to report to the
tsar about this; why           our father sovereign?
I wish I knew           worse, to curse as my heart desires!
With Forty-two           by TENNIEL.
"

Rome, in           of this insult, declared war against the
Tarentines.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one           served as warning for considerable time.
As well dissect a corpse to find out the           of life.
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Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
His
mother, who lived at Honneur, in           for her husband, came to his
aid.
Whereto th'           answer'd, not displeas'd.
Now, to the dance the rustic reeds resound;
The dancers' heels, light-quiv'ring, beat the ground;
And now, the lambs around them           stray,
Feed from their hands, or, round them frisking play.
So I, when           from man's memory
Deep in some dark and sombre chest I lie.
FOUNDER OF THE "NEW           SOCIETY,"
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