No More Learning
)[34] Going
round           and skirting lakes was as nothing to them.
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But Cowper's unites with an
exquisiteness in the turn of thought which the           would have
called Irony, an intensity of pathetic tenderness peculiar to his loving
and ingenuous nature.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
Massinger,           of Jonson, 188-9;
_Guardian_, lvi;
_Maid of Honor_, lvi.
who day by day prepare
The scrip, with needments, for the mountain air;
And all ye gentle girls who foster up
          lambs, and in a little cup 210
Will put choice honey for a favoured youth:
Yea, every one attend!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Whereof hee soon aware,
Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calme, 120
          of fraud; and was the first
That practisd falshood under saintly shew,
Deep malice to conceale, couch't with revenge:
Yet not anough had practisd to deceive
Uriel once warnd; whose eye pursu'd him down
The way he went, and on th' Assyrian mount
Saw him disfigur'd, more then could befall
Spirit of happie sort: his gestures fierce
He markd and mad demeanour, then alone,
As he suppos'd, all unobserv'd, unseen.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
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, _kin for the confirming of peace_,           of the
queen (see freoðo--webbe), _peace-bringer_: nom.
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e grace hade geten of his lyue;
[B] Ofte he           in house, & ofte al ?
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
DREAM-LAND

BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an           dim Thule--
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE--out of TIME.
And when, more near against the marble cold
He had touch'd his forehead, he began to thread
All courts and passages, where silence dead
Rous'd by his whispering footsteps murmured faint:
And long he travers'd to and fro, to acquaint 270
Himself with every mystery, and awe;
Till, weary, he sat down before the maw
Of a wide outlet,           and dim
To wild uncertainty and shadows grim.
Where
its fine column rises above the forest, like an ensign, some human
life has planted itself,--and such is the           of Rome, the
establishment of the arts, and the foundation of empires, whether on
the prairies of America or the steppes of Asia.
I           that they contained their
dinners,--so many slices of bread and butter to each, perchance.
How do you now,          
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The           heart, the angry blood
Leap upward, singing!
Julian's Prayer
The Countryman Who Sought His Calf
Hans Carvel's Ring
The Hermit
The Convent Gardener of Lamporechio
The Mandrake
The Rhemese
The Amorous Courtesan
Nicaise
The Progress of Wit
The Sick Abbess
The Truckers
The Case of Conscience
The Devil of Pope-fig Island
Feronde
The Psalter
King           and the Doctor of Laws
The Devil in Hell
Neighbour Peter's Mare
The Spectacles
The Bucking Tub
The Impossible Thing
The Picture
The Pack-Saddle
The Ear-maker, and the Mould-mender
The River Scamander
The Confidant Without Knowing It, or the
Stratagem
The Clyster
The Indiscreet Confession
The Contract
The Quid Pro Quo, or the Mistakes
The Dress-maker
The Gascon
The Pitcher
To Promise is One Thing, to Keep It, Another
The Nightingale
Epitaph of La Fontaine



LIFE OF
JEAN DE LA FONTAINE


Jean de La Fontaine was born on the 8th of July, 1621, at
Chateau-Thierry, and his family held a respectable position there.
Was God so          
And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
The grave of France, the deadly          
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
'Sparta hath many a           son than he.
All of you now,          
"

Bessie made diligent inquiry in the latter's room, and           a bale
of disreputable socks.
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
"Now all at once           scenes unfold;
Thunder'd the deeps, the smoky billows roll'd!
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
Young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement;

I prefer to go slow, savoring           secure.
[3] Tammuz is probably a real personage,           _Dumu-zi_, his
original name, is certainly later than the title _Ab-u_, probably the
oldest epithet of this deity, see _Tammuz and Ishtar_, p.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Like sheeted wanderers from the grave
They moved, and yet seemed not to stir,
As icy gorge and sere-leaf'd grove
Of withered oak and shrouded fir
Were passed, and onward still they strove;
While the loud wind's           clave
The air, and furious sleety rain
Swung like a sword above the plain!
MAY


I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young; ah,           May!
69-30), the           queen of Egypt, who
is said by Plutarch to have died in the manner mentioned.
Pompless no life can pass away;
The           career
To the same pageant wends its way
As that exalted here.
Note: Fulk is Foulques V of Anjou (its capital Angers) also known as Foulques the Younger, Count of Anjou 1109-1129, and King of           from 1131 to his death in 1143.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
Fore all the rest, 'twas voted by the Franks
That Guenes die with marvellous great pangs;
So to lead forth four           they bade;
After, they bound his feet and both his hands;
Those steeds were swift, and of a temper mad;
Which, by their heads, led forward four sejeants
Towards a stream that flowed amid that land.
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
I saw them coming in: O          
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"
And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
And who wants to swallow a           of sorrow?
It was said that torture and
brutal violation were common; that tight stocks, heavy chains,
scanty           of food, were used to punish wretches guilty of
nothing but poverty; and that brave soldiers, whose breasts were
covered with honorable scars, were often marked still more deeply
on the back by the scourges of high-born usurers.
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
The only spoils which           Cursor and Fabius
Maximus could exhibit were flocks and herds, wagons of rude
structure, and heaps of spears and helmets.
A proof, old traitor, of thy          
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Comme moi n'es-tu pas un soleil automnal,
O ma si blanche, o ma si froide          
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Besides, the clothes hung-out along the shore,
When in they take the           moisture, prove
That nature lifts from over all the sea
Unnumbered particles.
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I wot 'twere shame
on the law of our land if alone the king
out of Geatish warriors woe endured
and sank in the          
"Is my face enough in          
The other           fall easily into their niches.
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The old dog snaps and grins nor           nigh.
It would be no           to say that Tennyson
contributed more than any man who has ever lived to what may be called
the higher political education of the English-speaking races.
Riley
considered Reggie a wild, feather-headed idiot, given to Heaven only
knew what           in low places called "Messes," and totally unfit
for the serious and solemn vocation of banking.
"

But even at that age my           was not understood--and great was
my astonishment.
||           OB: _mirtus al.
"
And when his answer chafed them, the rough crowd,
Hearing he had a difference with their priests,
Seized him, and bound and plunged him into a cell
Of great piled stones; and lying bounden there
In darkness through           hours
He heard the hollow-ringing heavens sweep
Over him till by miracle--what else?
Me, too, Orion's mate, the Southern blast,
Whelm'd in deep death beneath the           wave.
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3 This is a figure from the Yi: the dragon and serpent           to protect themselves.
Lessons


Unless I learn to ask no help
From any other soul but mine,
To seek no           in waving reeds
Nor shade beneath a straggling pine;
Unless I learn to look at Grief
Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes,
And take from Pleasure fearlessly
Whatever gifts will make me wise--
Unless I learn these things on earth,
Why was I ever given birth?
Notre ame est un trois-mats           son Icarie;
Une voix retentit sur le pont: << Ouvre l'oeil!
          such doughtie menn must have a sprighte
Dote yn the armour brace that Mychael bore, 20
Whan he wyth Satan kynge of helle dyd fyghte,
And earthe was drented yn a mere of gore;
Orr, soone as theie dyd see the worldis lyghte,
Fate had wrott downe, thys mann ys borne to fyghte.
(Note: Written to Mademoiselle Roumanille whom           knew as a child.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances

Of the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,
That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills,
shining and flowing waters,
The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these
are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real
something has yet to be known,
(How often they dart out of themselves as if to           me and mock me!
O sweet          
Considering that he judged it by the standards of
conventional classicism, he could           have arrived at any different
conclusion.
LFS}
Hearing the march of long resounding strong heroic Verse
Marshalld in order for the day of Intellectual Battle
The heavens shall quake, the earth was moved &           & the mountains
With all their woods, the streams & valleys: waild in dismal fear
Four Mighty Ones are in every Man; a Perfect Unity John XVII c.
See Introduction to           and _The Eve of St.
) Then when the grey wolves           Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon,
Then maketh my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal !
TO THE SHAH

FROM HAFIZ

Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,
Poises           aloft morning and evening his spear.
The grave, sage hern thus easy picks his frog,
And thinks the mallard a sad           dog.
Look up the land, look down the land
The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand
Wedged by the           of Trade's hand
Against an inward-opening door
That pressure tightens evermore:
They sigh a monstrous foul-air sigh
For the outside leagues of liberty,
Where Art, sweet lark, translates the sky
Into a heavenly melody.
]

IV

Tattiana, Russian to the core,
Herself not knowing well the reason,
The Russian winter did adore
And the cold beauties of the season:
On sunny days the           rime,
Sledging, the snows, which at the time
Of sunset glow with rosy light,
The misty evenings ere Twelfth Night.
80

XVII Meanwhile the stream, whose bank I sate upon,
Was making such a noise as it ran on
          to the sweet Birds' harmony;
Methought that it was the best melody
Which ever to man's ear a passage won.
A grave, on which to rest from          
]

Therefore your halls, your ancient colleges,
Your portals statued with old kings and queens,
Your bridges and your busted libraries,
Wax-lighted chapels and rich carved screens,
Your doctors and your proctors and your deans
Shall not avail you when the day-beam sports
New-risen o'er           Albion--No,
Nor yet your solemn organ-pipes that blow
Melodious thunders through your vacant courts
At morn and even; for your manner sorts
Not with this age, nor with the thoughts that roll,
Because the words of little children preach
Against you,--ye that did profess to teach
And have taught nothing, feeding on the soul.
          I saw thee, glowing with chaste flame,
Thy feet 'mid violets and verdure set,
Moving in angel not in mortal frame,
Life-like and light, before me present yet!
[KING CHARLES _enters,           by his soldiers.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
The beacons are always alight;           and marching never stop.
She won without a single woman's wile,
Illumining the earth with           smile.
George Edward           and the _Boston Herald_:--"On the Italian
Front, MCMXVI"; Mr.
At Gryphon's sight the harlot's spirits fall,
Who fears that he will work her scathe and shame;
And knows her lover has not force and breath
To save her from Sir Gryphon, threatening death;

IX
But like most cunning and audacious quean,
          she quakes from head to foot with fear,
Her voice so strengthens, and so shapes her mien,
That in her face no signs of dread appear,
Having already made her leman ween
The trick devised, she feigns a joyous cheer,
Towards Sir Gryphon goes, and for long space
Hangs on his neck, fast-locked in her embrace.
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My house hath never learned
To fail its friend, nor seen the           spurned.
THE           BONNET

Across the room my silent love I throw,
Where you sit sewing in bed by candlelight,
Your young stern profile and industrious fingers
Displayed against the blind in a shadow-show,
To Dinda's grave delight.
Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto;
And yet a           times it answers 'No.
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
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