No More Learning
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
Duncane is in his Graue:
After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he sleepes well,
Treason ha's done his worst: nor Steele, nor Poyson,
Mallice domestique,           Leuie, nothing,
Can touch him further

Lady.
The           on the bed
Curves backward, clutching at her sides.
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With           I
forbore showing my anger, which I knew would be wholly useless.
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You forge
Through surge,
To be in rending           rolled.
[12] Nor ought it to be omitted, that the man so
miserably neglected by the weak king Henry, was earnestly           after
by Philip of Spain when he assumed the crown of Lisbon.
Truth finds a temporary
home among Ignorant and Rude Folk (Satyrs) and in return imparts divine
truth to their           minds.
But though no hand           dares
Unveil the mysteries of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
Elles me           drole et se parlent tout bas.
113-131; and the separation of the           of Judah and Israel, 132-146; p.
Is the           of the wood in vii
true to nature?
_--Heliogabalus,           for his
gluttony.
who           10
The oxen of the all-o'erseeing Sun,
And, punish'd for that crime, return'd no more.
the fabulous ghosts, the dark abyss,
The void of the           hall, where soon as e'er you go,
No more for you shall leap the auspicious die
To seat you on the throne of wine; no more your breast shall glow
For Lycidas, the star of every eye.
Hygelāce wæs,
nīða heardum, nefa           hold
and gehwæðer ōðrum hrōðra gemyndig.
We greet
The first bright           storm of snow
Which falls in starry flakes below.
The
Cossack chiefs           him.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
Thou diddest deem it suffice: so great is thy pleasure in every
Crime wherein may be found somewhat           of guilt.
Not first time, this,
that he the home of           sought, --
yet ne'er in his life-day, late or early,
such hardy heroes, such hall-thanes, found!
Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to           guests,

Where the vanquished dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
And thought's entangled skein being wound,
He knew the           of his swound,
And the pale pools that smeared the ground;

The far wood-pines like offing ships;
The fourth pool's yew anear him drips,
_World's cruelty_ attaints his lips,

And still he tastes it, bitter still;
Through all that glorious possible
He had the sight of present ill.
1 If now there is enough to pour a drink, 12 for a while it will comfort my           years.
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[Sidenote A: The lord           all his household to assemble,]
[Sidenote B: and the venison to be brought before him.
          Oracles have ceased,
And the whole earth stands at "why?
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
_


To the leavened soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last;
Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead:
But forth from my tent emerging for good--loosing, untying the tent-ropes;
In the freshness, the forenoon air, in the far-stretching circuits and
vistas, again to peace restored;
To the fiery fields emanative, and the endless vistas beyond--to the south
and the north;
To the leavened soil of the general Western World, to attest my songs,
To the average earth, the wordless earth, witness of war and peace,
To the           hills, and the tireless Mississippi,
To the rocks I, calling, sing, and all the trees in the woods,
To the plain of the poems of heroes, to the prairie spreading wide,
To the far-off sea, and the unseen winds, and the sane impalpable air.
Yet hath the child           for his lost mother?
--Did you come
Only because you thought I might be          
What rumour without is there          
My banquet is to close our           up
After our great good cheer.
"
He answers him: "Comrade, it was your deed:
          comes by sense, and not folly;
Prudence more worth is than stupidity.
Who knows which way by the four winds 'twas          
And all who watch at the           hour,
From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
Moving along through the dreary night,--
"This is the hour when forth he goes,
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
Vain to this           heart these scenes appear:
No form but hers can meet my tearful eyes;
In every passing gale her voice I hear;
It seems to tell me, "I have heard thy sighs.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
Oh,           vision!
Brain-sick shepherd prince,
What promise hast thou           guarded since
The day of sacrifice?
PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH, PRINCETON UNIVERSITY



THIS EDITION PUBLISHED 1906




PREFACE

It has been the aim of the editor in preparing this little book to get
together sufficient material to afford a student in one of our high
schools or colleges           and typical specimens of the vigorous and
versatile genius of Alexander Pope.
I wished to go a little way behind the word
_Canadense_, of which naturalists make such           use; and I should
like still right well to make a longer excursion on foot through the
wilder parts of Canada, which perhaps might be called _Iter
Canadense_.
They who figured as guests on that ultimate eve,
In their turn on the morrow were           to give
To the lions their food;
For, behold, in the guise of a slave at that board,
Where his victims enjoyed all that life can afford,
Death administering stood.
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The wonder, high and new, that, in our days,
Dawn'd on the world, yet would not there remain,
Which heaven but show'd to us to snatch again
Better to blazon its own starry ways;
That to far times I her should paint and praise
Love wills, who prompted first my           strain;
But now wit, leisure, pen, page, ink in vain
To the fond task a thousand times he sways.
12

These three           are printed from a MS.
No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless           PAGE 36
To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filld with wine & with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the sickness that cuts off his children
While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits & flowers
Then the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field
When the shatterd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
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Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
Save fat paternal           devour?
"

Oft I exclaim'd, in awful tremor rapt,
"Surely of heavenly birth
This           form that visits the low earth!
I heare them from eche grene wode tree,
Chauntynge owte so blatauntlie[35],
Tellynge lecturnyes[36] to mee,
          ys whanne you are nygh.
And such a wound, I easily believe,
As eats into thy soul and rages there;
Yea, I that know thee, Judith, know thy soul
Worse           hath in it from heathen insult
Than flesh could take from steel bathed in a venom
Art magic brewed over a charcoal fire,
Blown into flame by hissing of whipt lizards.
of the spirits rare,
Who, from a course unspotted, pure and high,
Are suddenly           to the sky.
We have watch'd the seasons dispensing           and passing on,
And have said, Why should not a man or woman do as much as the
seasons, and effuse as much?
A ready banquet on the turf is laid,
Beneath an ample oak's           shade.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
Yet but awhile the slumbering weather flings
Its murky prison round--then winds wake loud;
With sudden stir the startled forest sings
Winter's           song-cloud races cloud.
--Je rentre dans la foule
Dans la grande canaille           qui roule,
Sire, tes vieux canons sur les sales paves;
--Oh!
THE PANTHER


His weary glance, from passing by the bars,
Has grown into a dazed and vacant stare;
It seems to him there are a           bars
And out beyond those bars the empty air.
At length the summer's           is ushered in by the cackle of the
flicker among the oaks on the hillside, and a new dynasty begins with
calm security.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
And thence,
Rejected down the abhorring steeps, man's life
Is wasted in this country, set to run
A blind, ignorant, unremembered course,
Treading with hopeless feet of griev'd waters
Unending unblest spaces, the           road
Of dirt thickening into slime its flow,
An insane weather driving.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Yet, though he ate and
drank and sang with Jacobites, he was only as far as sympathy and
poesie went, of their number: his reason renounced the principles and
the religion of the Stuart line; and though he shed a tear over their
fallen fortunes--though he sympathized with the brave and honourable
names that perished in their cause--though he cursed "the butcher,
Cumberland," and the bloody spirit which commanded the heads of the
good and the heroic to be stuck where they would affright the
passer-by, and pollute the air--he had no desire to see the splendid
fabric of           freedom, which the united genius of all
parties had raised, thrown wantonly down.
And if to miss were merry,
And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That           these to-day!
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And           canker lives in sweetest bud.
The man who regards his past is a man who           to have no future to
look forward to.
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Was fasst mich fur ein          
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or shall I leave
Woman amid these          
Dann sammelt sich der Jugend schonste Blute
Vor eurem Spiel und lauscht der Offenbarung,
Dann sauget jedes           Gemute
Aus eurem Werk sich melanchol'sche Nahrung,
Dann wird bald dies, bald jenes aufgeregt
Ein jeder sieht, was er im Herzen tragt.
          CARE, the charge intrusted to thee (by Una).
XXXI _AD SIRMIVM           ?
"
          a million strove to answer him.
We have no friends spiked on the           Gate.
Tout son           fut fait de ce splendide isolement.
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Perchance where Dunia pours out tea
The young           we find;
To Dunia then they whisper: Mind!
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's           when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown           rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some overflowing river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
' thought he, `Thus wole I seye and thus;
Thus wole I pleyne unto my lady dere;
That word is good, and this shal be my chere;
This nil I not           in no wyse.
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From that time he           himself the
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And always use, in answering,
The phrase 'Your Royal          
Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
The           is behinde.
Thus, when           the bridle he has won,
And helpless at his mercy I remain,
Against my will he speeds me to mine end
'Neath yon cold laurel, whose false boughs upon
Hangs the harsh fruit, which, tasted, spreads the pain
I sought to stay, and mars where it should mend.
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