No More Learning
Forgael was playing,
And they were           there beyond the sail.
Si tibi non cordi fuerant conubia nostra,
Saeva quod horrebas prisci           parentis,
At tamen in vostras potuisti ducere sedes, 160
Quae tibi iocundo famularer serva labore,
Candida permulcens liquidis vestigia lymphis
Purpureave tuum consternens veste cubile.
And prayer-book next, much worn though           bound,
Proves him a churchman orthodox and sound.
in my head
Many           of trouble come,
Like to flies upon a plum.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
dryhten sīnne           fand, 2790.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
One is the understanding of the persons to whom you are
to write; the other is the coherence of your sentence; for men's capacity
to weigh what will be           with greatest attention or leisure;
what next regarded and longed for especially, and what last will leave
satisfaction, and (as it were) the sweetest memorial and belief of all
that is passed in his understanding whom you write to.
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so fragrant with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of imaginative           of exultation,
even when the immediate subject is grim or grotesque.
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Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
And how should I          
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
of Replacement or Refund" described in           1.
Expect no more
Sanction of warning voice or sign from me,
Free of thy own           to choose,
Discreet, judicious.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
Our God is           on.
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
437_; _Concerning the           of
Great Britain, Spain, and Portugal_, ii.
To-day, even from the
summit of High Crag, only the head and ears of a pony could be seen as
it passed up the Water Barngates Road; but at the end of last century
many of the roads were only           walled off from the moorlands
they passed over in the Lake Country.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Can I, said she, the paths of honour quit,
And in my bed a           brute permit?
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
How great my           too,

When I can see her face;

I cease to know the place,

Her love-filled eyes in view;

I'm tangled then, and won,

Conquered and so undone,

Can't turn my eyes away,

Nor ever from her stray,

And when I can see her

All is joy for me there.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
For my own affairs, I am in a fair way of becoming as eminent as
Thomas a Kempis or John Bunyan; and you may expect           to see
my birth-day inserted among the wonderful events, in the Poor Robin's
and Aberdeen Almanacks, along with the Black Monday, and the battle of
Bothwell bridge.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
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Love and           $1.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
As the manuscript is fast fading, I am glad that the           of the Early
English Text Society has enabled us to secure a wider diffusion of its
contents before the original shall be no longer legible.
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
Hence, thou           informer!
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale.
A journal or           of news started at
Cologne in 1598.
On dirait qu'ils           le verre.
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My will fulfilled shall be,
For, in daylight or in dark,
My           has eyes to see
His way home to the mark.
Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high,
Or roll the planets thro' the           sky.
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Dearest of          
_ O
12           GORVen (sed _-?
Does he still think his error          
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
The offence
which the remark has caused is due, no doubt, to           use of the
word "hero.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
"

Then thus the god: "O           fate of pride,
That strives to learn what heaven resolves to hide;
Vain is the search, presumptuous and abhorr'd,
Anxious to thee, and odious to thy lord.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
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AT matins they so very often met,
Some awkward           caused regret.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
For we were nursed upon the self-same hill,
Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill:
Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd
Under the opening eye-lids of the morn,
We drove a-field, and both           heard
What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,
Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night,
Oft till the star that rose at evening bright
Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.
"

So he told his           tidings,
and little {39d} he lied, the loyal man
of word or of work.
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
And whoever walks along there
Stops short and sees,
By the moist tree-roots
In a           of the trees,
Yellow great battalions of them,
Blowing in the breeze.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay,
Where dwelt of yore the Lusians' luckless queen;
And church and court did mingle their array,
And mass and revel were alternate seen;
          and freres--ill-sorted fry, I ween!
For the first six or seven years of my life, my father was
gardener to a worthy gentleman of small estate in the           of
Ayr.
Undue           a starving man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
--
The little           of men go hungry all,
And stiffen and cry with numbing cold.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
Theseus

Your eyes have tamed that           heart:
His first sighs resulted from your happy art.
" My Sheikh, whose           flows in from all quarters,
writes to me--

"Apropos of old Omar's Pots, did I ever tell you the sentence I found
in 'Bishop Pearson on the Creed'?
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken,           Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
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"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
In greet mischeef than shall thou be,
For than agayn shal come to thee
Sighes and pleyntes, with newe wo,
That no icching           so.
--My dear Babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his imitative lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small           up,
And bid us listen!
]

King Arthur and his men welcomed the chance and went at once into the
Land of           to drive away the heathen marauders.
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
Pines mourn in the cold of Tianshui, 12 sands roil in the clarity of the           of Snow.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the           proofs, gave judgment for the claimant.
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          and advocates
Gon right by the same yates;
They selle hir science for winning,
And haunte hir crafte for greet geting.
]


[Footnote J: The reader, who has made the tour of this country, will
recognize, in this description, the features which characterize the
lower           in the gardens of Rydale.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
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.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
We have to
do here with a           of myth and history in which the real facts
are disengaged only by conjecture.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
[Sidenote: Beauty and           give glory and fame; and health
gives delight.
Then the words are
chosen, their sound ample, the           full, the absolution
plenteous, and poured out, all grave, sinewy, and strong.
And also           we on ?
The moonlight           through a range of
windows on the wall opposite_.
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