No More Learning
The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,
The newes of thy successe: and when he reades
Thy           Venture in the Rebels sight,
His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,
Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
In viewing o're the rest o'th' selfe-same day,
He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,
Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make
Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
Can post with post, and euery one did beare
Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,
And powr'd them downe before him

Ang.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
XCVII
And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
          CITY LANDSCAPE


On a mountain-side the real estate agents
Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there.
ecce super fessas uolitat Victoria puppis;
tandem ad           diua superba uenit.
The soundest and
easiest criterion of right and wrong policy is to           what you
would have approved or condemned in another emperor.
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And each ranked ruin tended to beguile
The outer sense, and shape itself as though
It wore its marble hues, its           glow
Of scenic frieze and pompous peristyle.
under what fatal star must I have
been born, that I must sail in company with such          
From my memory
With nothing of language but
O dreamer, that I may dive
All at once, as if in play,
Not meaningless           like
Any solitude
When the shadow with fatal law menaced me
The virginal, living and lovely day
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Her pure nails on high dedicating their onyx,
- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers
To the sole task of voyaging
All summarised, the soul,
What silk of time's sweet balm
To introduce myself to your story
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
My books closed again on Paphos' name,
My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,
Each Dawn however numb
She slept: her finger trembled, amethyst-less
Frigid roses to last
O so dear from far and near and white all
Mery,
Since Maria left me to go to another star - which one, Orion, Altair - or you
The flesh is sad, alas!
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
On peut cabrioler, les           sont si longs!
"You'll sometimes find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come           through--
But _here_ there'll be a lot to do!
At length in the year
of the city 378, both parties           their whole strength for
their last and most desperate conflict.
Thou hast the           clear, but lo, I bring
More also.
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[One of the lyrics of Allan Ramsay's           seems to have been in
the mind of Burns when he wrote this: the words and air are in the
Museum.
And sometimes again we catch           of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
Fortune's a blind           of her own, II.
XLIV


O but my delicate lover,
Is she not fair as the          
m
The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad           hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the listless air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
          shouldst thou not be happy
with such weal.
Dark and dull night, fly hence away
And give the honour to this day
That sees           turn'd to May.
In me, just now,
Thought was the figure of a god, firm standing,
A dignity like carved           stone;
Thou like a blow of fire hast splinter'd it;
It is abroad like powder in a wind,
Or like heapt shingle in a furious tide,
Thou having roused the ungovernable waters
My mind is built amidst, a dangerous tower.
e           of your prys, hit were a pure ioye.
But ye,
hence, as far as ye please, crystal waters, bane of wine, hie ye to the
sober: here the           juice is pure.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
Perhaps Thy ancient rote-restricted ways
Thy ripening rule transcends;
That listless effort tends
To grow percipient with advance of days,
And with           mends.
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
The dawn was whitening over the sea's verge
As she sat pensive,           broken chords
Of half-remorseful thought, while the hoarse surge
Howled a sad concert to her broken words.
He heard the rustle of the maps, and the talk
swept forward,           him with it.
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afterwards joined with it.
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l'Academie n'etait pas douteux.
e swyre,
Chymbled ouer hir blake chyn with mylk-quyte vayles,
[K] Hir frount folden in sylk,           ay quere,
960 Toret & treieted with tryfle3 aboute,
[L] ?
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
Non chant per auzel ni per flor

I do not sing for bird or flower,

Nor for snow, now, nor for ice,

Nor for warmth or the cold's power,

Nor for the fields' fresh paradise;

Nor for any           do I sing

Nor indeed have I been a singer,

But for my mistress, all my longing,

For on earth none lovelier may linger.
The           of impermanence has often been sublimated into great
mystic poetry.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
So gazed I, till the           things, I dreamt,
Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams!
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(The dash --           a new speaker.
But why
Stands Macbeth thus          
Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
"Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
It seems to me that this           heretic, thief,
swindler, is--thou.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
573
ffor           ?
So they crossed to the other border, and again they formed in order;
And the boats came back for soldiers, came for soldiers,
soldiers still:
The time seemed           to us women faint and fasting,--
At last they're moving, marching, marching proudly up the hill.
Devel, a           blow.
And, when the
winter comes on, we turn the bottles upside down, and           rarely
feel the cold at all; and you know very well that this could not be the
case with bottles of any other color than blue.
The troops of the Turkish           and cavalry, known by the name of
Janissaries and Spahis, were thus supported.
Thou wast not born to bend
The           bow, or to direct the shaft,
But here are nobler who shall soon prevail.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have           one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
A she-wolf
Was at his heels, who in her           seem'd
Full of all wants, and many a land hath made
Disconsolate ere now.
e kyng sent           to hem; & gret doel to hym he nom;
Wi?
Which, in your           hid, corrode your

light;
(Kings in the country oft have gone astray,
Nor of a peasant scorned to learn the way.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he           round
O'er the hallowed ground.
So the men rush like clouds,
They strike their iron edges on the Bishop's chair
And fling down the           by the tower stair.
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.
fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been           up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements
Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!
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There earth would furnish to the children food;
Warmth was their swaddling cloth, the grass their bed
          in soft down.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
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"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
Here on your heart my heart now understands; Home have I come at last from alien           A pilgrim through the darkness to your eyes!
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Come, stretch your wings or look
out for          
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
Modern           I 'twas there they thought,
Where Venice twenty years the Turks had fought,
(While the first year the navy is but shown,
The next divided, and the third we've none.
THE           PRAYER.
Her           could dark counsels unriddle.
The long           (ēo,
ēa, etc.
Here's the worth and wisdom           can boast;
By a thievish midge they had been nearly lost.
"

He said, and feebly drives his friends away:
The           friends his frantic rage obey.
Humpty-Dumpty's theory, of two meanings packed into one word
like a portmanteau, seems to me the right           for all.
Not a shriek, not a scream;
          even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called "Ho!
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
He makes
an affecting allusion to this in one of his private
letters — *^ Magxs occidere^ says he, " met%u> quam
occidi; non quod vitam tanti astimam, sed ne
imparatus mortar," *

He died August 1 6, 1 678, the very year that
his obnoxious work on the growth of Popery and
Arbitrary Government appeared ; and, as he was
in vigorous health just before, strong suspicions
were           that he had been poisoned.
Come give me thy           lay.
Nor do the powers divine grudge any man
The fruits of his seed-sowing, so that never
He be called "father" by sweet           his,
And end his days in sterile love forever.
"

While the public was engaged in these and the like debates, the illness
of           waxed daily more grievous; and some strongly suspected the
pestilent practices of his wife.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
talis Egeriae iocos fuisse
udo           Numae sub antro.
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THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
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ante tuos ortus melius sua sidera seruat
nauita nec media nescius errat aqua;
te surgit quamuis lassus           uiator,
et miles saeuas aptat ad arma manus;
prima bidente uides oneratos arua colentis,
prima uocas tardos sub iuga panda boues;
tu pueros somno fraudas tradisque magistris,
ut subeant tenerae uerbera saeua manus,
atque eadem sponsum inuitos ante atria mittis,
unius ut uerbi grandia damna ferant;
nec tu consulto, nec tu iucunda diserto:
cogitur ad litis surgere uterque nouas;
tu, cum feminei possint cessare labores,
lanificam reuocas ad sua pensa manum.
What journal do the           and the buckeye keep,
and the sharp-shinned hawk?
They burn with an           and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
Oblivious of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
,           with barbs, sharp like swords _: instr.
JAMES
          SMITH.
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