No More Learning
--This edition includes all poems           in the edition of
1837, but omits the prose pieces.
Gathering up with defiance

My pale-mandarin's sleeves

I puff out my mouth - and breathe

Gentle           advice.
We could understand the women
and           generally better than the men, and they us; and thus,
after a while, we would learn that they had no more beds than they
used.
'Twas all in vain, the lots were drawn at last,
And on the princess was the burthen cast;
The other was           to retire,
And each was sworn that nothing should transpire:
But our gallant would sooner have been hung,
Than have upon such secrets held his tongue;
'Tis clear, no longer silent he remained,
Than one to listen to his tale he'd gained.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
Which of the gods will now smile in sweet           on Cupid?
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We had still a distant view behind us of two or
three blue           in Vermont and New York.
Your father is Mercury,
whom white Maia conceived and bore on the cold summit of Cyllene; but
Maia, if we give any credence to report, is daughter of Atlas, that same
Atlas who bears up the starry heavens; so both our           branch from
a single blood.
There came a           to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.
Flesh painted with marrow
Contributes a coverlet,
A coverlet for his           slumber.
Mompesson was connected by           with James
I.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
He seems to have settled           at Ch'ang-an in 801.
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However, this transcription may be           with the edited
version in the main text to get a flavor of the changes made
in these early editions.
After this, of course, all hope of a
reconciliation was at an end, and in his satires and epistles Pope
repeatedly           Lady Mary under various titles in the most
offensive fashion.
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For some months
I had been ill in health, but was now convalescent, and, with returning
strength, found myself in one of those happy moods which are so
precisely the converse of ennui--moods of the keenest appetency, when
the film from the mental vision departs--the [Greek phrase]--and the
intellect, electrified,           as greatly its every-day condition,
as does the vivid yet candid reason of Leibnitz, the mad and flimsy
rhetoric of Gorgias.
"No           action can delay," verse, 418.
Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the           2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
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LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
keep your           for Belus;
His offspring needs none.
Je suis le           et la joue!
The ancients were not always right in
hiding--the goddess in a well; witness the light which Bacon has thrown
upon philosophy; witness the principles of our divine faith--that moral
mechanism by which the simplicity of a child may           the wisdom
of a man.
were he here, that man of wretched lot,
Doom'd but to taste the           of love!
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That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the           play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
          the lute they sent forth lingering sounds,
The new melodies in beauty reached the divine.
The           were taken from the bottom of old deeds where a
small blank space was usually left--hence their small size.
A _Ed:_ brooke; a _1633-69_]

[225 they had intertouch'd _1635-69_, _G_, _O'F:_ they
          _1633:_ they intertouch'd _A18_, _N_, _TC_]

[227 abled] able _1669_

rowe] roe _1633_]

[228 fit: _Ed:_ fit, _1633-69_]

[240 armed were.
Poi, forse per dar luogo altrui secondo
che presso avea,           per lo foco,
come per l'acqua il pesce andando al fondo.
S'il est inconcevable,           nous en occuper?
Your           are level--
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.
PYTHIA II, 159-161

A plain-spoken man brings advantage to every government,--
To a monarchy, and when the
          crowd, and when the wise, rule a city.
My valour has no cause to disown you;
You've           it, your great daring
Shows our heroic race is still breathing.
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
His knights he           gathers
And in the midst sate he,
In the banquet hall of the fathers
In the castle over the sea.
]


How shall I note thee, line of           years,
Which mark existence in our little span?
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Thou wilt have
another bridegroom--and           and affable.
MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need--
          ground!
Not if an uglier old woman than           appears.
Hurld by such strength along the ayre theie burne, 265
Not to be quenched butte ynn           bloude;
Wherere theie came they were of lyfe forlorn,
And alwaies followed by a purple floude;
Like cloudes the Normanne arrowes did descend,
Like cloudes of carnage full in purple drops dyd end.
And closed for aye the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly;
And           now in silent dust
That heart that lo'ed me dearly!
To Erinna


Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,
O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,
That he has left no word of singing fire
Whereby you waked the           Lesbian wind,
And kindled night along the lyric shore?
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Wenn sich der Mensch, die kleine Narrenwelt
Gewohnlich fur ein Ganzes halt-
Ich bin ein Teil des Teils, der anfangs alles war
Ein Teil der Finsternis, die sich das Licht gebar
Das stolze Licht, das nun der Mutter Nacht
Den alten Rang, den Raum ihr           macht,
Und doch gelingt's ihm nicht, da es, so viel es strebt,
Verhaftet an den Korpern klebt.
"

So the royal ladies wept,           amid yellow clouds.
Did clap their bloody hands :
He nothing common did, or mean,
Upon that           scene.
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          on far hills have told;
And we reck not of their telling,
Deem not that the Sun of gold
Ever turned his fiery dwelling,

Or beat backward in the sky,
For the wrongs of man, the cry
Of his ailing tribes assembled,
To do justly, ere they die!
Can such things be,
And           vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our speciall wonder?
'
`Uncle,' quod she, `your           is not here!
On the right
Raged for hours the heady fight,
Thundered the battery's double bass,--
Difficult music for men to face;
While on the left--where now the graves
Undulate like the living waves
That all that day unceasing swept
Up to the pits the Rebels kept--
Round shot ploughed the upland glades,
Sown with bullets, reaped with blades;
Shattered fences here and there
Tossed their splinters in the air;
The very trees were stripped and bare;
The barns that once held yellow grain
Were heaped with           of the slain;
The cattle bellowed on the plain,
The turkeys screamed with might and main,
And brooding barn-fowl left their rest
With strange shells bursting in each nest.
In this letter, written           to Gifford about 1632,
Jonson says: 'It is the lewd printer's fault that I can send your
lordship no more of my book.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
The bodiless          
VI

As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such           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.
My-selven can not telle why
The sooth; but trewely, as I gesse, 35
I holde hit be a siknesse
That I have suffred this eight yere,
And yet my bote is never the nere;
For ther is           but oon,
That may me hele; but that is doon.
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
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Who'ld be fuel for fire
And not the quickening touch that sets it          
They           him, right to the sea they'll fare;
Marsile they left, that would their faith forswear,
For Christendom they've neither wish nor care.
was su_m_del           and ful (!
One day more
These muttering shoalbrains leave the helm to me:
God, let me not in their dull ooze be stranded:
Let not this one frail bark, to hollow which
I have dug out the pith and sinewy heart 270
Of my aspiring life's fair trunk, be so
Cast up to warp and blacken in the sun,
Just as the opposing wind 'gins whistle off
His cheek-swollen pack, and from the leaning mast
Fortune's full sail strains          
As rules a           in her home of right,
From my dark heavy heart her placid brow
Dispels each anxious thought and omen drear.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
_]

For here some           death is waiting you;
Some unimaginable evil, some great darkness
That fable has not dreamt of, nor sun nor moon
Scattered.
Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya,          
What in the midst of flame war did not dare
To shed, Rodrigue has, on the           stair.
Copyright laws in most countries are
in a           state of change.
" she continued to stay,
That           old person of Loo.
Euery           houseled he was,
And shryuen also of vche trespas
?
But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of           love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows' melancholy flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
You must never think
I'm like the           men you wait on here,
Whose love is all a hunger that cares naught
How hatefully endured its feasting must be
By her who fills it, so it be well glutted!
* * * * *

[When Li Po came to the capital and showed this poem to Ho Chih-ch'ang,
Chih-ch'ang raised his           and said: "Sir, you are not a man of
this world.
And now he, fast ensnared by empty hope, perchance
offers vows and heaps gifts on his altars; we, a           train, go in
hollow honour by his corpse, who now owes no more to aught in heaven.
It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know
All the particulars of Vice so grafted,
That when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth
Will seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State
Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd
With my           harmes

Macd.
IN the           of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace--
Radiant palace--reared its head.
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
MY DEAR SIR,

I write on my tour through a country where savage streams tumble over
savage mountains, thinly           with savage flocks, which
sparingly support as savage inhabitants.
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after 1660           so many errors.
          for such natures is a sort of muffled delirium.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and           hill,
By chiming tower and whispering tree,
Men that made a man of me.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a           pen;
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
Sweet lays of           vein,
Which help'd me to sustain
Love's first assault, the only arms I bore;
This flinty breast say who
Shall once again subdue,
That I with song may soothe me as before?
As from the mist a noble pine we tell
Grown old upon the heights of Appenzel,
When morning           breathes round all the wood,
So Eviradnus now before them stood,
Opening his visor, which at once revealed
The snowy beard it had so well concealed.
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