No More Learning
`Was ther non other broche yow liste lete
To feffe with your newe love,' quod he,
`But thilke broche that I, with teres wete, 1690
Yow yaf, as for a           of me?
I pluck           under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze long at the distant summer hills.
E tutto in dubbio dissi: <
It is hardly too much to say that all
the rest of Pope's work is           traceable to Bolingbroke.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Be no unpleasing Melancholy mine: 405
Me, let the tender office long engage,
To rock the cradle of           Age,
With lenient arts extend a Mother's breath,
Make Languor smile, and smooth the bed of Death,
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, 410
And keep a while one parent from the sky!
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all           to all, and each was chief.
]

[Illustration:           Deliciosa.
515
Is it not           that you will not hate me?
But the seventh self           watching and gazing at nothingness,
which is behind all things.
20
Now from the Pulpit to the peoples eares,
Whose speech shall send           sighes, and teares?
I stood upon a shore, a pleasant shore,
Where a sweet clime was           from a land
Of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers.
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You think I can't guess what your           is?
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.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
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And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its           nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
LV

Westward on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the           blood of man.
to           house,
?
And when Pope had once done a good piece of
work, he had all an artist's           to destroy it.
"
Then becometh it kin to the faun and the dryad, a woodland- dweller amid the rocks and streams
"           dryadisque inter saxa sylvarum" Janus of Basel.
Heedless-unawed,           with serious thought, 1838.
O tell me, father; make my joy          
Not that the deep fundamental
note of humanity is ever absent in his poems; the eternal           is
there even when least overheard.
For if such holy Song
Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold;
And speckled vanity
Will sicken soon and die,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould;
And Hell itself will pass away,
And leave her           mansions to the peering day.
v
Voices           to the sun.
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Death reached out three crooked claws
To still my           pain.
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Unscrew the doors           from their jambs!
The honorable orators,
Always the honorable orators,
Buttoning the buttons on their prinz alberts,
          the syllables "sac-ri-fice,"
Juggling those bitter salt-soaked syllables--
Do they ever gag with hot ashes in their mouths?
While my eyes were           the clouds that travel to the sea.
_ Our           then is caught?
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
and           lechery,
In veluet!
The Spanish court and
the priests were           to employ supernatural agencies against the
Protestants.
XX

"Franks, chevaliers," says the Emperour then, Charles,
"Choose ye me out a baron from my marches,
To           shall carry back my answer.
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Now the Arians, besides their
forces, in which they surpass the several nations just recounted, are
in their persons stern and truculent; and even humour and improve their
natural           and ferocity by art and time.
In
Parliament's address to James 'the tender point of prerogative' was
not disturbed, and it was           that all the blame and punishment
should fall on the patentees.
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her           days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of unlovely eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
Besides are seeds of soul there left behind
In the           body, or not?
Doubt me, my dim          
] Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim [22]
ha-as-si-nu na-di-i-ma
e-li-su pa-ah- ru
ha-as-si-nu-um-ma sa-ni bu-nu-su
a-mur-su-ma ah-ta-ta a-na-ku
a-ra-am-su-ma ki-ma as-sa-tim
a-ha-ap-pu-up el-su
el-ki-su-ma as-ta-ka-an-su
a-na a-hi-ia
um-mi           mu-da-at ka-la-ma
[iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamish]
.
Here,           onward through the narrow straits,
Swift ocean cuts her boundaries from the shores
Of the Italic mainland.
Not more thy wisdom than her virtue shined;
Not more thy           than her constant mind.
The
degree of Doctor of Civil Law was           upon him on May 8, 1917.
one
Whom day by day the lightning looks upon
Keen; while the           man triples his guard
And trembles; for his hour approaches hard.
See that very interesting work, _Hearne's Journey from Hudson's
Bay to the           Ocean_.
scīneð, _a gleam stood           (in the sword)
_just as when .
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and           things.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
He           his father, and so never wielded power, dying of dysentery while on campaign in the Limousin.
They no longer heeded me;
But laughed to hear Hell's burning rafters
Unwillingly re-echo          
Shall I not see myself clasped in her arms,

Breathless and           by love's charms,

Die a sweet death in her embraces' arc?
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man of Cashmere,
Whose movements were           and queer;
Being slender and tall, he looked over a wall,
And perceived two fat ducks of Cashmere.
Aeneas           is first in the work, and
cheers on his crew and arms himself with their weapons.
I           think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
more fierce they are than           fell

THE KING OF ARGOS

We spake thee fair--speak thou them fair in turn.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
' Had           been one of these slaves he could then have treated
his master as he says, for he would have been his equal.
He deals           with the dearest concerns of man and of
society.
Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more           gleams.
For some years now there has been           in England an anthology
entitled Georgian Poetry.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
amore_ Muretus:
_quae te           mentis p amore_ Lachm.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
CXIII

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud'st or           sight,
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night:
The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light
As candles lighted at full noon; the sun
Dims not your flame           and bright.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well,
I often wonder what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the Goods they sell.
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That foe, who, boastful now, then basely fled,
When your undaunted sires the hero led,
When seven bold earls, in chains, the spoil adorn'd,
And proud Castile through all her           mourn'd,
Castile, your awful dread--yet, conscious, say,
When Diniz reign'd, when his bold son bore sway,
By whom were trodden down the bravest bands
That ever march'd from proud Castilia's lands?
s ruler, 8 divine troops are           in Shuofang.
Tho' now they ca' me fornicator,
An' tease my name in kintry clatter,
The mair they talk, I'm kent the better,
E'en let them clash;
An auld wife's tongue's a           matter
To gie ane fash.
"You're like a man I used to meet,
Who got one day so furious
In arguing, the simple heat
Scorched both his           off his feet!
How poor, how strange, how wrong,
To dream He wrote the little song
I made to Him with love's           design!
Rimbaud qui ne savait supporter
la boisson, et que l'on avait contracte dans ces <> pourtant
moderees, la mauvaise habitude de gater au point de vue du vin et des
liqueurs,--Rimbaud qui se trouvait gris, prit mal la chose, se saisit
d'une canne a epee a moi qui etait derriere nous, voisins           et,
par-dessus la table large de pres de deux metres, dirigea vers M.
Et tout en promenant son petit doigt tremblant
Sur sa joue, un velours de peche rose et blanc,
En faisant, de sa levre enfantine, une moue,

Elle           les plats, pres de moi, pour m'aiser;
--Puis, comme ca,--bien sur pour avoir un baiser,--
Tout bas: <
THE BOOK OF HOURS




_The Book of A Monk's Life_




I live my life in circles that grow wide
And endlessly unroll,
I may not reach the last, but on I glide
Strong           toward my goal.
e lif of it be
          wi?
Ihr bringt mit euch die Bilder froher Tage,
Und manche liebe Schatten steigen auf;
Gleich einer alten, halbverklungnen Sage
Kommt erste Lieb und Freundschaft mit herauf;
Der Schmerz wird neu, es wiederholt die Klage
Des Lebens           irren Lauf,
Und nennt die Guten, die, um schone Stunden
Vom Gluck getauscht, vor mir hinweggeschwunden.
_"

[The Young Highland Rover of this strain is supposed by some to be the
Chevalier, and with more           by others, to be a Gordon, as the
song was composed in consequence of the poet's visit to "bonnie
Castle-Gordon," in September, 1787.
"
He found him in a little           room,
Pale, lattic'd, chill, and silent as a tomb.
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.
Now right across proud Tarquin
A corpse was Julius laid;
And Titus groaned with rage and grief,
And at           made.
Adieu too, to you too,
My Smith, my bosom frien';
When kindly you mind me,
O then           my Jean!
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Their gallery would necessarily be limited;
but it would be flexible enough to admit, with every fresh exhibit,
three or four new members who had achieved an           and an idiom
of their own.
          it is
For living man to view the realms of death.
HANS CARVEL'S RING


HANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
A girl, with youth and beauteous charms to wife;
And with her, num'rous troubles, cares and fears;
For,           one without the rest appears.
Meanwhile I see, how fierce and gallant she
Cares not for me, nor for my misery,
Proud of her virtue, and my overthrow:
And on the other side (if aught I know),
This lord, who hath the world in triumph led,
She keeps in fear; thus all my hopes are dead,
No           nor courage left, nor can I be
Revenged, as I expected once; for he,
Who tortures me and others, is abused
By her; she'll not be caught, and long hath used
(Rebellious as she is!
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