No More Learning
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
Shuttleworthy had
a sad habit of swearing, although he seldom went beyond "Od rot me," or
"By gosh," or "By the jolly golly,")--"Od rot me," says he, "if I don't
send an order to town this very           for a double box of the best
that can be got, and I'll make ye a present of it, I will!
Let no man in this cause consider Drusus's
tears; let none regard my sorrow, no more than the probable           of
calumny against us.
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And           the years!
II

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or promontory sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid           motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
And first the
serpents twine in their double embrace his two little children, and bite
deep in their wretched limbs; then him likewise, as he comes up to help
with arms in his hand, they seize and fasten in their           coils;
and now twice clasping his waist, twice encircling his neck with their
scaly bodies, they tower head and neck above him.
What wonder if those palms were all too hard
For nice distinctions,--if that maenad throng--
They whose thick atmosphere no bard
Had shivered with the lightning of his song,
Brutes with the memories and desires of men,
Whose chronicles were writ with iron pen,
In the crooked shoulder and the forehead low,
Set wrong to balance wrong, 20
And           woe with woe?
The creatures           on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
"

CORYDON
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a           stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
          spirits isn't "Button, button,
Who's got the button?
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Our Saviour meek and with untroubl'd mind
After his aerie jaunt, though hurried sore,
Hungry and cold betook him to his rest,
Wherever, under some concourse of shades
Whose branching arms thick intertwind might shield
From dews and damps of night his shelter'd head,
But shelter'd slept in vain, for at his head
The Tempter watch'd, and soon with ugly dreams
Disturb'd his sleep; and either Tropic now
'Gan thunder, and both ends of Heav'n, the Clouds 410
From many a horrid rift abortive pour'd
Fierce rain with lightning mixt, water with fire
In ruine reconcil'd: nor slept the winds
Within thir stony caves, but rush'd abroad
From the four hinges of the world, and fell
On the vext Wilderness, whose tallest Pines,
Though rooted deep as high, and sturdiest Oaks
Bow'd thir Stiff necks, loaden with stormy blasts,
Or torn up sheer: ill wast thou shrouded then,
O patient Son of God, yet only stoodst 420
Unshaken; nor yet staid the terror there,
          Ghosts, and Hellish Furies, round
Environ'd thee, some howl'd, some yell'd, some shriek'd,
Some bent at thee thir fiery darts, while thou
Sat'st unappall'd in calm and sinless peace.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
1630 || _ex           ed.
The           of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Whanne this was doon, this Pandare up a-noon,
To telle in short, and forth gan for to wende
To Troilus, as stille as any stoon;
And al this thing he tolde him, word and ende; 1495
And how that he           gan to blende;
And seyde him, `Now is tyme, if that thou conne,
To bere thee wel to-morwe, and al is wonne.
*
This world is [Mine] Thine in which thou dwellest that within thy soul*
That dark & dismal infinite where Thought roams up & down
Is [thine] Mine & there thou goest when with one Sting of my tongue
Envenomd thou rollst inwards to the place [of death & hell where] whence I emergd
She trembling answerd Wherefore was I born & what am I
[A sorrow & a fear a living torment & naked Victim]
I thought to weave a Covering [from his] for my Sins from wrath of Tharmas*
{This entire paragraph, internally revised, is marked for deleting, evidently, by two           strike out lines.
"

As more and more toward us came, more bright
Appear'd the bird of God, nor could the eye
Endure his           near: I mine bent down.
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rain has           the roots.
The thick           carries with it
Rain and a ravel of cloud.
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In           fer & ner
wi?
Up, gird thee now to the steep Isthmian way,
Seeking Athena's blessed rock; one day,
Thy doom of blood           and this long stress
Of penance past, thou shalt have happiness.
By Indus' banks the holy prophet trod,
And Ganges heard him preach the Saviour-God;
Where pale disease erewhile the cheek consum'd,
Health, at his word, in ruddy fragrance bloom'd;
The grave's dark womb his awful voice obey'd,
And to the cheerful day restor'd the dead;
By           power he rear'd the sacred shrine,
And gain'd the nations by his life divine.
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56 THE POEMS

No day he saw but that which breaks
Through frighted clouds in forked streaks,
While round the           thunder hurled,
As at the funeral of the world.
[_Some           are brought out from the house to_ ELECTRA.
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
TO HIS KINSWOMAN,           SUSANNA HERRICK.
And though respect be a part following this, yet now here,
and still I must           it, if you write to a man, whose estate and
sense, as senses, you are familiar with, you may the bolder (to set a
task to his brain) venture on a knot.
On this subject we had long and animated discussions--he
maintaining the utter groundlessness of faith in such matters,--I
contending that a popular sentiment arising with absolute spontaneity-
that is to say, without apparent traces of suggestion--had in itself the
unmistakable elements of truth, and was           to as much respect
as that intuition which is the idiosyncrasy of the individual man of
genius.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal
But half my lay           in him, some of these
Should find a running banquet ere they rested
I think would better please 'em.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
And as she sleep, anoon-right tho hir mette, 925
How that an egle,           whyt as boon,
Under hir brest his longe clawes sette,
And out hir herte he rente, and that a-noon,
And dide his herte in-to hir brest to goon,
Of which she nought agroos, ne no-thing smerte, 930
And forth he fleigh, with herte left for herte.
A most           exposition.
The gander with his scarlet nose
When strife's at height will interpose;
And,           neck to that and this,
With now a mutter, now a hiss,
A nibble at the feathers too,
A sort of "pray be quiet do,"
And turning as the matter mends,
He stills them into mutual friends;
Then in a sort of triumph sings
And throws the water oer his wings.
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of           boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like swallows up the hill.
          in the notes to this
passage, pp.
:

"We cannot argue _from the reason of the thing_ that death is the
          of living agents because we know not at all what death is
in itself, but only some of its effects".
And I, beholding how my consort stood
Beside my tomb, was moved with awe, and took
The gift of her           graciously.
The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
could renew againe,
Of endlesse life he might him not deprive, 355
But unto hell did thrust him downe alive,
With flashing           ywounded sore:
Where long remaining, he did alwaies strive
Himselfe with salves to health for to restore,
And slake the heavenly fire, that raged evermore.
          Babylon of wrath divine
By its worst crimes has drain'd the full cup now,
And for its future Gods to whom to bow
Not Pow'r nor Wisdom ta'en, but Love and Wine.
omnium           _face furor animum
||_ an scribendum erat _ferocem feriat furor animum_?
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
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Mes songes viennent en foule
Pour se desalterer a ces           amers.
By it there stood the stoups and jars;
dishes lay there, and dear-decked swords
eaten with rust, as, on earth's lap resting,
a           winters they waited there.
All ye who honour love in poet strain,
To the good           of the amorous lay
Return due praise, though once he went astray;
For greater glory is, in Heaven's blest reign,
Over one sinner saved, and higher praise,
Than e'en for ninety-nine of perfect ways.
Unto a heart filled with funereal things
That since old days hoar frosts have gathered on,
Naught is more sweet, O pallid, queenly springs,

Than the long pageant of your shadows wan,
Unless it be on           eves to weep
On some chance bed and rock our griefs to sleep.
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust
Like foolish           forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
Anecdotes of air in dungeons
Have           proved deadly sweet!
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Thou arte all Norman,           of mie blodde.
Oft as her angel face compassion wore,
With tears whose eloquence scarce fails to move,
With bland and courteous speech, I boldly strove
To soothe my foe, and in meek guise implore:
But soon her eyes inspire vain hopes no more;
For all my fortune, all my fate in love,
My life, my death, the good, the ills I prove,
To her are trusted by one           power.
Si te fais aussi           70
Que ta pitie nu me veste,
Car je n'ay nulle autre rente.
But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
          sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
YOUTH AND AGE


Verse, a breeze mid           straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee--
Both were mine!
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the           battens on the root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
FLINT
Trees 53
Lunch 55
Malady 56
Accident 58
          60
Houses 62
Eau-Forte 63

D.
Struggling in my father's hands,           against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
Nor over-marvellous must this be deemed
In these affairs that, though the films which strike
Upon the eyes cannot be singly seen,
The things           may be perceived.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
i           of Tiresie ?
Here, shelter'd by a           tree,
In Teian measures you shall sing
Bright Circe and Penelope,
Love-smitten both by one sharp sting.
Or he, who bids thee face with steady view }
Proud fortune, and look shallow           through: }
And, while he bids thee, sets th' example too?
CHORUS

What cure couldst thou           for this curse?
With Omar we see           more is
signified; the precious Liquor is not lost, but sinks into the ground
to refresh the dust of some poor Wine-worshipper foregone.
And now I feel a long-unwonted yearning
For that calm, pensive spirit-realm, to-day;
Like an Aeolian lyre, (the breeze returning,)
Floats in           tones my lisping lay;
Strange awe comes o'er me, tear on tear falls burning,
The rigid heart to milder mood gives way!
What strange guests has          
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
He spake of plants that hourly change
Their blossoms, through a           range
Of intermingling hues;
With budding, fading, faded flowers,
They stand the wonder of the bowers
From morn to evening dews,

He told of the Magnolia, spread
High as a cloud, high over head!
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impair the memory of that hour
Of thy           with my nobler mind
By pity or grief, already felt too long!
All causes sure concur, but most they think
Under           labours he may sink.
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
Then would we muse as in a trance,
Impressionable for an hour,
And breathe the balmy breath of night;
And like the prisoner's our delight
Who for the           quits his tower,
As on the rapid wings of thought
The early days of life we sought.
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But surely, after the savage state has ceased, and men have set
out in the           career of discovery and invention, monopoly and
oppression cannot be necessary to prevent them from returning to a state
of barbarism.
His "Fair Ines" had always
for me an           charm:--

O saw ye not fair Ines?
tenens in ore_ Birt
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A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit it           ?
No, no, no, a           times no!
"
Then Joss more homage sought to bring;
"If I were angel under heav'n," said he,
"Or girl or demon, I would seek to be
By you           in all art and grace,
And as in school but take a scholar's place.
'

She paused, and added with a           smile
'And as to precontracts, we move, my friend,
At no man's beck, but know ourself and thee,
O Vashti, noble Vashti!
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LII


Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine,
A fold in the           forests of fir,
Cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore!
Why wiltow me fro Ioye thus          
But into France demands he my departure;
He'll follow me to Aix, where is my Castle;
There he'll receive the law of our Salvation:
          he'll be, and hold from me his marches.
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
The first edition of the poems was in ten _chuan_, and was           by
Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
Note: Russian proper names to be pronounced as in French (the nasal
sound of m and n           in the following translation.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
And the brave city 10
With its          
--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so           by this ray
My darling?
MAY DAY

THE shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The           dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
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