No More Learning
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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Con suoi prieghi devoti e con sospiri
tratto m'ha de la costa ove s'aspetta,
e           m'ha de li altri giri.
Providence
At length conducted us to Rossland,--there,
Our           story moved a Stranger
To take thee to her home--and for myself,
Soon after, the good Abbot of St.
"Up Gallae, hie together, haste for Cybebe's deep grove,
Hie to the Dindymenean dame, ye flocks that love to rove;
The which           stranger steads as bound in exile's brunt
My sect pursuing led by me have nerved you to confront 15
The raging surge of salty sea and ocean's tyrant hand
As your hate of Venus' hest your manly forms unmann'd,
Gladden your souls, ye mistresses, with sense of error bann'd.
I reared her and she           loved me.
Study in detail the fine           of Duessa's descent to Erebus.
It has a           quality.
The soul of a high intent, be it known,
Can die no more than any soul
Which God keeps by Him under the throne;
And this, at           interim,
Shall live, and be consummated
Into the being of deeds made whole.
Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,
And           wrecks lie thicker on the strand.
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JEUNESSE


I

DIMANCHE

Les calculs de cote, l'inevitable descente du ciel, la visite des
souvenirs et la seance des rythmes           la demeure, la tete et le
monde de l'esprit.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
"The           said the place was low,
And that you kept bad wine:
So, as a Phantom had to go,
And I was first, of course, you know,
I couldn't well decline.
thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by           so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
, often use _wove_ as a           in place of the
harsh-sounding _woven_, a word almost incompatible with the elegance of
versification.
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Beating the
cliffs and circling the rocks, they thunder in a           valleys.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
But here in Heorot a hand hath slain him
of           death-sprite.
And where the dungeon's          
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
          and healing to the weary,
wounded soul of man!
Penelope scarcely credits her; but
supposes some god has           them, and descends from her
department in doubt.
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For never, I fancy, did a golden cord
From off the firmament above let down
The mortal           to the fields;
Nor sea, nor breakers pounding on the rocks
Created them; but earth it was who bore--
The same to-day who feeds them from herself.
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
Shortly after he had quitted the house of Laelius,
where he usually lodged when he went to Avignon, Guglielmo,           to
find him there, knocked at the door, but no one opened it--called out,
but no one answered him.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate           of figs,
That lively Old Person of Ischia

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree, he took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
Already
He is           tangled in her toils.
God grant that it may find you and yours in prospering health and
good          
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
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          this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.
          was the food of the gods.
And, if each system in gradation roll
Alike           to th' amazing Whole,
The least confusion but in one, not all
That system only, but the Whole must fall.
Then worthy Glenriddel, so           and sage,
No longer the warfare ungodly would wage;
A high Ruling Elder to wallow in wine;
He left the foul business to folks less divine.
With a broader and deeper background of experience
and environment, which by some divine special privilege belongs to
the poetic imagination, it is easier to set apart and contrast these
opposing words and sympathies in a poet; but here we find them evoked
in a           locale- an English county-where the rich, cool tranquil
landscape gives a solid texture to the human show.
Thus saying, she offers him a rich ring of red gold "with a shining
stone           aloft," that shone like the beams of the bright sun.
A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
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Monsieur           administered good justice, and punished each
according to his offense.
With this, there growes
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A           Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth

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Among the tawny tasselled reed
The ducks and           float and feed.
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases           and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Es kann nicht anders sein,
Ich tret heran und fuhre dich herein,
Und ich           dich aufs neue.
--
Ne barrier wall, ne river deep and wide,
Ne horrid crags, nor           dark and tall
Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul

XXXIII.
from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With           my heart to sway?
none, mine own soul,
Behold this fruit, whose gleaming rind ingrav'n
"For the most fair," in           may breed
Deep evilwilledness of heaven and sore
Heartburning toward hallowed Ilion;
And all the colour of my afterlife
Will be the shadow of to-day.
gia nessuno
le seconde           ne le terze.
" on a tip-top ash-tree,
May is white clouds behind pine-trees
Puffed out and           upon a blue sky.
Hast thou a city, is there a door
That knows thy footfall,           One?
Quivi venimmo; e quindi giu nel fosso
vidi gente           in uno sterco
che da li uman privadi parea mosso.
Die           hor ich wohl, allein mir fehlt der Glaube;
Das Wunder ist des Glaubens liebstes Kind.
Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise
Dans le present le passe          
Never, please God His Angels and His Saints,
Never by me shall           valour fail!
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
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Forthwith from out the Arke a Raven flies,
And after him, the surer messenger,
A Dove sent forth once and agen to spie
Green Tree or ground whereon his foot may light;
The second time returning, in his Bill
An Olive leafe he brings, pacific signe:
Anon drie ground appeers, and from his Arke
The ancient Sire           with all his Train;
Then with uplifted hands, and eyes devout,
Grateful to Heav'n, over his head beholds 860
A dewie Cloud, and in the Cloud a Bow
Conspicuous with three lifted colours gay,
Betok'ning peace from God, and Cov'nant new.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling           stone.
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.
Evermore
Fresh shall my honours grow, while           still
Do climb the Capitol with silent maid.
Does it answer           needs?
          in nature equal ends produce,
In man they join to some mysterious use;
Though each by turns the other's bound invade,
As, in some well-wrought picture, light and shade,
And oft so mix, the difference is too nice
Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
Thou wast no true           of my blood,
Nor she my mother who dares call me child.
In her consists my           and thine;
Without her, follows to myself and thee,
Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul,
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay.
A pleasant sleep,          
Over the city bridge Night comes majestical,
Borne like a queen to a           festival.
Grudge no expense, be gen'rous, and be bold,
Your           scatter, lavish be of gold.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R           their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
So that these mornings you come as his sweetheart, awakening me at

His festive altar again, where I must           him?
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There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well           with the spacious starlight,
The cool wind's touch and the deep blue distance,
Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.
" It was famous in the
classical ages for           literature.
Ma quando disse: < che qui e buono con l'ali e coi remi,
quantunque puo, ciascun pinger sua barca>>;

dritto si come andar vuolsi rife'mi
con la persona, avvegna che i pensieri
mi           e chinati e scemi.
"I have seen," he said,
"Rome's eagle in a Punic fane,
And armour, ne'er a blood-drop shed,
Stripp'd from the soldier; I have seen
Free sons of Rome with arms fast tied;
The fields we spoil'd with corn are green,
And           opes her portals wide.
Geography, the world, is in it;
The Great Sea, the brood of islands, Polynesia, the coast beyond;
The coast you henceforth are facing--you          
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I saw the Days deformed and low,
Short and bent by cold and snow;
The merry Spring threw wreaths on them,
Flower-wreaths gay with bud and bell;
Many a flower and many a gem,
They were           by the smell,
They shook the snow from hats and shoon,
They put their April raiment on;
And those eternal forms,
Unhurt by a thousand storms,
Shot up to the height of the sky again,
And danced as merrily as young men.
Aux yeux du           que le monde est petit!
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What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
I cling to you
          of the chasm under us,
And a terrible whirring deafens my ears.
_ This
is the           of _H39_, and is obviously right, 'in equitie'
going with what follows.
She doth not wait for June;
Before the world is green
Her sturdy little countenance
Against the wind is seen,

Contending with the grass,
Near kinsman to herself,
For           of sod and sun,
Sweet litigants for life.
As music is the language of nature; and poetry, particularly
songs, are always less or more localized (if I may be allowed the
verb) by some of the modifications of time and place, this is the
reason why so many of our Scots airs have           their original, and
perhaps many subsequent sets of verses; except a single name or
phrase, or sometimes one or two lines, simply to distinguish the tunes
by.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
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