No More Learning
That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,
If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine,
My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still:
I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes
Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
Or else my Sword with an           edge
I sheath againe vndeeded.
A huge          
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
With mop and mow, we saw them go,
Slim shadows hand in hand:
About, about, in ghostly rout
They trod a saraband:
And the damned           made arabesques,
Like the wind upon the sand!
The first line of the
new tablet           to Tablet I, Col.
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
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' Thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis           ebb'd,
To say you have seen a better.
You haggard, uncouth, untutor'd          
For eighteen           ripple down the river,
And windy times the stalks of empires wave,
-- Let the winds come from the moor and sigh and shiver,
Fain, fain am I, O Christ, to pass the grave.
The king and
his courtiers comfort the knight--they laugh loudly at his adventures,
and           agree that those lords and ladies that belonged to the
Round Table, and each knight of the brotherhood should ever after wear
a bright green belt for Gawayne's sake.
LXXVIII
"He saw a peasant who with heavy stake
Smote mid some sapling trunks on every side:
Adonio stopt, and wherefore so he strake,
Asked of the rustic, that in answer cried,
Within that clump a passing ancient snake,
Amid the tangled stems he had espied:
A longer serpent and more thick to view
He never saw, nor thought to see anew;

LXXIX
"And that from thence he would not wend his way
Until the reptile he had found and slain,
When so Adonio heard the peasant say,
He scarce his speech with patience could sustain,
Aye           to the serpent wont to pay,
The honoured ensign of his ancient strain;
In memory that their primal race had grown
Erewhile from serpent's teeth by Cadmus sown;

LXXX
"And by the churl the offended knight so said,
And did withal, he made him quit the emprize;
Leaving the hunted serpent neither dead,
Nor injured, nor pursued in further wise.
Nor otherwise can cattle, birds, wild beasts,
And sheep and mares submit unto the males,
Except that their own nature is in heat,
And burns abounding and with gladness takes
Once more the Venus of the           males.
Just as on the           carpets of
Persia tulip and rose blossom indeed, and are lovely to look on, though
they are not reproduced in visible shape or line; just as the pearl and
purple of the sea shell is echoed in the church of St Mark at Venice;
just as the vaulted ceiling of the wondrous chapel at Ravenna is made
gorgeous by the gold and green and sapphire of the peacock's tail,
though the birds of Juno fly not across it; so the critic reproduces the
work that he criticises in a mode that is never imitative, and part of
whose charm may really consist in the rejection of resemblance, and
shows us in this way not merely the meaning but also the mystery of
beauty, and by transforming each art into literature solves once for all
the problem of art's unity.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
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          fender l'aere a le verdi ali,
fuggi 'l serpente, e li angeli dier volta,
suso a le poste rivolando iguali.
Thus her hair
Was cinctured; thus her floating drapery
Was like a cloud about her, and her face
Was radiant with the           and the sea.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
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Let           and others have their dues; but
if we can make farther discoveries of truth and fitness than they, why
are we envied?
Eve is a twofold mystery;
The stillness Earth doth keep,
The motion           human hearts
Do each to either leap
As if all souls between the poles
Felt "Parting comes in sleep.
Nothing
can save them from our wrath, neither the           forests, nor the
clouds that float in the sky, nor the foaming deep.
"

"No, Petr' Andrejitch," replied Marya, "I will not marry you without
the           of your parents.
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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Children whose life is made of hope,
Whose joy, within its mystic scope,
Owes all to           of ill,
You have not suffered, and you still
Know not what gloomy thoughts weigh down
The poet-writer weary grown.
_

_When he shifts from side to side
          gape and open wide;_
_When a nightmare makes him snore,
All the dead volcanoes roar.
my harass'd heart
With pure and pious tears do thou fulfil,
That its last sigh at least may be devout,
And free from earthly taint,
As was my           vow ere madness fill'd my veins!
Such as _he_ is, and sore perplexed as I am,
I will commit him to this final          
THE YEARS

TO-NIGHT I close my eyes and see
A strange           passing me--
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger;
He tore off his boots, and           on roots,
That borascible Person of Bangor.
VI

King Marsilies, his council finishing,
Says to his men: "Go now, my lords, to him,
Olive-branches in your right hands bearing;
Bid ye for me that Charlemagne, the King,
In his God's name to shew me his mercy;
Ere this new moon wanes, I shall be with him;
One           men shall be my following;
I will receive the rite of christening,
Will be his man, my love and faith swearing;
Hostages too, he'll have, if so he will.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
'" Hereupon some
little squibbing and bickering occurred among various members of
the crowd, and           between "Old Charley" and Mr.
With English streamers should salute their

sight :
In thickest           they would choose to steer.
Along the           pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With faltering footsteps tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
CANTO 44

ARGUMENT
Rinaldo his sister to the Child hath plight,
And to Marseilles is with the warrior gone:
And having           wide the field in fight,
Therein arrives King Otho's valiant son.
'tis a           tale.
And if the sufferer loves the malady,
There's           call for any remedy!
Thou shalt not all die; for, while love's fire shines
Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines,
And learn'd           shall, to honour Herrick's
Fame and his name, both set and sing his lyrics.
_ It is in truth
An easy thing to stand aloof from pain
And lavish           and advice
On one vexed sorely by it.
les           tinteront cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
This lovely maid's of royal blood
That ruled Albion's           three,
But oh, alas!
"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
In endless motion everything goes on
Forevermore; out of all regions, even
Out of the pit below, from forth the vast,
Are hurtled bodies           supplied.
--
Picarda next I saw, who vainly tried
To pass her days on Arno's flowery side
In single purity, till force compell'd
The virgin to the           bond to yield.
But suck'd on countrey pleasures,          
If I could see the sun, I should look up
And drink the light until my eyes were blind;
I should kneel down and kiss the blades of grass,
And I should call the birds with such a voice,
With such a longing, tremulous and keen,
That they would fly to me and on the breast
Bear           to tree-tops and to fields
The kiss I gave them.
Tu           l'oeil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
Grimacer les ombres des soirs,
Ces monstruosites hargneuses, populace
De demons noirs et de loups noirs.
LFS}
Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth
Of a bright           Empery attended day & night
Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name
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In Eden; in the Auricular Nerves of Human life* {The centered text block of this page appears to be written over erased text, with four clusters of added lines in various orientations in the margin.
A PARANAETICALL, OR           VERSE TO HIS FRIEND, MR JOHN WICKS

Is this a life, to break thy sleep,
To rise as soon as day doth peep?
For this was the great           wrought on Tarquin's evil seed?
Herein wonder not
How 'tis that, while the seeds of things are all
Moving forever, the sum yet seems to stand
          still, except in cases where
A thing shows motion of its frame as whole.
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Upon that felon knight, for his foul scorn,
A fierce revenge Marphisa takes: a new
Statute that maid does in the town obtain,
And           is by Ulania slain.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's           foe.
But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself fine,
With yellow kid gloves and a ruff--
Said he felt it exactly like going to dine,
Which the Bellman           was all "stuff.
Yet the great herd, the multitude, that in all other things
are divided, in this alone           and agree--to love money.
All this time, and at all times, wait the words of poems;
The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and
fathers;
The words of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
It is not           treated.
Thou tremblest; and the           in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
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The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are           and nestling their heads
In richest profusion on moss-coated beds.
Madame, you must           your promise.
And red wher-so thou be, or elles songe,
That thou be understonde I god          
In the           was the Word.
Do you feel the fierce paradise

Like stifled           that slips

To the unanimous crease's depths

From the corner of your lips?
Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest,
In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay,
Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd
Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away;
Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day;
Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; 240
Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray;
Blinded alike from           and from rain,
As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
e           of ?
But mark: infallibly a fixed bound
Remaineth stablished 'gainst their           down;
Since we behold each thing soever renewed,
And unto all, their seasons, after their kind,
Wherein they arrive the flower of their age.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit appellation for this           frame?
Ritson, ranks
with me as my coevals, have always mistaken vulgarity for simplicity;
whereas, simplicity is as much           from vulgarity on the one
hand, as from affected point and puerile conceit on the other.
■r
LIFE'S ALCHEMY By Abigail Fithian Halsey
For love that came with laughter And left us all in tears,
The sting that followed after
And haunted all our years
With love's remembered laughter And           tears;
For life that came with singing And changed with time to pain, Till years the meaning bringing
Had turned our loss to gain And given back the singing Made sweeter by the pain;
For all that love has taken, For all that life has left,
Say not, "We are forsaken," Nor cry, "We are bereft.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
What is your worship's          
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I was a queen, the           of a king.
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
--Oh, childish          
" Yet there is less than
the poet's usual           in this lyric, for it is altered from an
English one.
Farewell, I mount and go my way,
--But oh her hair the sun sifts thro'--
The tilts and           wait my spear,
I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.
Ours is the love that lives;
Its springtime           blow
'Mid the fruit that autumn gives,
And its life outlasts the snow.
Bright shone the merry           dancing o'er the wave.
They claim that Theseus           in Epirus.
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
These very           of their flocks,
These loving lambs so meek to please,
Are worthy of recording words
And honour in their due degrees:
So I might live a hundred years,
And roam from strand to foreign strand, 30
Yet not forget this flooded spring
And scarce-saved lambs of Westmoreland.
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
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His army stands in battle-line arrayed:
His           fly: all's done: now God decide!
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