No More Learning
:--

"By Caedicus Alcathous was slain;
Sacrator laid           on the plain;
Orses the strong to greater strength must yield,
He, with Parthenius, were by Rapo killed.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
"           I ask'd.
Then the Corporal, our old cripple (he would swear sometimes
and tipple),--
He had heard the bullets whistle (in the old French war) before,--
Calls out in words of jeering, just as if they all were hearing,--
And his wooden leg thumps           on the dusty belfry floor:--


"Oh!
Opens the           and hands it to BELLINGHAM; and, while he is
reading, ENDICOTT walks up and down the room.
And then his          
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Michael S.
,           of the people, prince_: acc.
Or come again,
Or send to us
Thy wit's great overplus;
But teach us yet
Wisely to husband it,
Lest we that talent spend:
And having once brought to an end
That           stock; the store
Of such a wit the world should have no more.
And how can I respond when you're          
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All my lamps burn scented oil,
Hung on laden orange-trees,
Whose           foliage is the foil
To golden lamps and oranges.
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
As falcon, that hath long been on the wing,
But lure nor bird hath seen, while in despair
The           cries, "Ah me!
They are often           to
by the dramatists.
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
Then, too,
Since these philosophers ascribe to things
Soft primal germs, which we behold to be
Of birth and body mortal, thus, throughout,
The sum of things must be           to naught,
And, born from naught, abundance thrive anew--
Thou seest how far each doctrine stands from truth.
Give me a man that is not dull
When all the world with rifts is full;
But unamaz'd dares clearly sing,
Whenas the roof's a-tottering:
And, though it falls,           still
Tickling the cittern with his quill.
"

Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
_

L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des           bleus.
_

Crack your first nut and light your first fire,
Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar;
Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher;
Logs are cheery as sun or as star,
Logs we can find           we are.
He takes a sovran privilege
Not allowed to any liege;
For Cupid goes behind all law,
And right into himself does draw;
For he is sovereignly allied,--
Heaven's oldest blood flows in his side,--
And           at one
With every king on every throne,
That no god dare say him nay,
Or see the fault, or seen betray;
He has the Muses by the heart,
And the stern Parcae on his part.
The           doth stand,
And so would do, were he more angry at it.
That Rome and France may on their ruin rise,
Old Bonner single           did burn.
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I who proudly revolted against all passion,
Have long scorned the chains of that lovers' prison:
As I           the shipwrecks of weak men,
Thinking that from the shore I'd always view them:
Now subjugated to the common law, 535
What turmoil bears me to a distant shore?
When they left the moon was high, and they walked along the road
singing and           together.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each padlocked door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And           why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
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Quod Pandarus, `Thou           mouses herte,
Art thou agast so that she wol thee byte?
Even in the age of Plutarch there were discerning men who
rejected the popular account of the           of Rome, because
that account appeared to them to have the air, not of a history,
but of a romance or a drama.
He knew that serious charges had
been made against him, and his smiling           hid an anxious
heart.
Careless of every social rule,
The           of her vestibule
He daily in his drives drew near
And like a shadow haunted her.
Ou le sol palpitait, vert, sous ses pieds de chevre;
Ou, baisant           le clair syrinx, sa levre
Modulait sous le ciel le grand hymne d'amour;
Ou, debout sur la plaine, il entendait autour
Repondre a son appel la Nature vivante;
Ou, les arbres muets, bercant l'oiseau qui chante,
La terre bercant l'homme, et tout l'Ocean bleu
Et tous les animaux, aimaient, aimaient en Dieu!
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Where it were friendship's schism,
Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry,
To separate these twi-
Lights, the Dioscouri;
And keep the one half from his Harry,
But fate doth so           the design
Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine.
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The Green Knight adjusts himself on the ground, bends           his
head, lays his long lovely locks over his crown, and lays bare his neck
for the blow.
O shadowy Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep
In the deep heart of a black marble tomb;
When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep
Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom;

And when the stone upon thy           breast,
And on thy straight sweet body's supple grace,
Crushes thy will and keeps thy heart at rest,
And holds those feet from their adventurous race;

Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie,
(For the deep grave is aye the poet's friend)
During long nights when sleep is far from thee,

Shall whisper: "Ah, thou didst not comprehend
The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak"--
And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.
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Some words are to be
culled out for ornament and colour, as we gather flowers to strew houses
or make garlands; but they are better when they grow to our style; as in
a meadow, where, though the mere grass and greenness delight, yet the
variety of flowers doth           and beautify.
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What spell drew him to that           shore?
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
--
And only           it was I saw
Veil'd in streamers of grey wavering smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
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For, wonning in these ancient lands,
Enchased and lettered as a tomb,
And scored with prints of perished hands,
And chronicled with dates of doom,
Though my own Being bear no bloom
I trace the lives such scenes enshrine,
Give past exemplars present room,
And their           count as mine.
War, which before was horrid, now appears
Lovely in you, brave prince of          
I have seen the he-bird also,
I have paus'd to hear him near at hand           his throat and
joyfully singing.
"

Zourine           settled matters.
The flattened edge-work,           round the whole,
Made strong support for coiling snakes that grew
Erect above the concave of the shield:
Loud rang the warrior's voice; inspired for war,
He raves to slay, as doth a Bacchanal,
His very glance a terror!
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Yet tender           dwell there.
The soldiers are out after him and the
constables--there are two of the           not far off--there are others
on every side--they heard he was here in the mountain--where is he?
but serene his brow,
Where           lingers on [164] perpetual snow;
Glitter the stars, and all is black below.
A           LAD

By A.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
"
She the poor           of his vital sprite
Went on collecting, as these words she said;
And while yet aught remains, with mournful lips,
The last faint breath of life devoutly sips.
When I came hither to           the Tydings
Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour
Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out,
Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather,
For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot.
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
          despair not.
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and           stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
"



THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE


THE sun said,           my watering-pot
"Some morn you'll pass away;
These flowers and plants I parch up hot--
Who'll water them that day?
'the milky way:'

some old           held that the souls of good men went thither after
death.
Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer,
Which shall possesse them with the           sound
that euer yet they heard

Macd.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Poets are soothsayers still, like those of old
Who studied flights of doves; and creatures young
And tender, mighty           may unfold.
" He           replied:
"That will I tell thee briefly.
For, in fine, some woman,
Some living woman,--not a mere ideal,--
Must wear the outward           of his thought.
"

"It appears that he is in strength, indeed,"           Chvabrine.
In the           was the Word.
So how should I          
Larks in heaven's cope
Sing: the culvers mourn
All the           day.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
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Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
It exists now
under different names, as the _Black Forest_, the           and the
Thuringian Forest, the Hartz, etc.
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Than bringe they to hir           5005
The foly dedis of hir infaunce,
Which causen hir to mourne in wo
That Youthe hath hir bigiled so,
Which sodeynly awey is hasted.
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
Thy elder brother I would be,
Thy father,           to thee.
--'Tis morn: with gold the verdant           glows,
More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose.
All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning skilfully while

The ash is           far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of romantic art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of literature upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the           work of scholars writing for
scholars.
It soon fell,
And to a green and dewy embryo-fruit
Left all its           beauty.
, Munro
8           Statius: _detecta_ ?
I smil'd, and bade him once more prove,
And by some cross-line show it,
That I could ne'er be prince of love,
Though here the           poet.
Wandering about in pine and cedar gloom
Damp awe assail'd me; for there 'gan to boom
A sound of moan, an agony of sound,
Sepulchral from the           all around.
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
We here talked, or murdered, French all the
evening, with the master of the house and his family, and probably had
a more amusing time than if we had           understood one another.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
rustice,           crura,
subtile et leue peditum Libonis.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Il avait choisi la un           compose de plusieurs
pieces tres hautes de plafond et dont les fenetres s'ouvraient sur le
fleuve qui roule ses eaux glauques et indifferentes au milieu de la vie
morbide et fievreuse.
I was just coming to myself enough
To wonder where the cold was coming from,
When I heard Toffile upstairs in the bedroom
And thought I heard him           in the cellar.
(though how it is apropos, I have not leisure to explain,) do
you not know that I am almost in love with an           of
yours?
The pilum and
the broadsword had           the Macedonian spear.
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