No More Learning
Mother of all,           as she's great!
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
Was there not someone ask'd me for          
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
O, this world's          
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
I had read but a few sentences when I           that a
faint perfume had begun to fill the room, and turning round asked Owen
Aherne if he were lighting the incense.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
Mihi           deest.
It is a land of          
La sombre Nuit les prend a la gorge; ils finissent
Leur           et vont vers le gouffre commun;
L'hopital se remplit de leurs soupirs.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
Of           ye'll carry him the keys,
He'll go not hence, say, if he trusts in me.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
From all these echoing arches          
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In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
Ev'n as large valleys hollow'd out on earth,

"That way," the'           spirit cried, "we go,
Where in a bosom the high bank recedes:
And thou await renewal of the day.
Here the poor craven, beset on one side by           letters from
Philip of Valois, and on the other by importunities from the French
party at the papal court, remained in Avignon till July, 1339, after
Petrarch had let loose upon him his epistolary eloquence.
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
          their war-spell to the winds and waves;
Or fateful hymn of those prophetic maids,
That call'd on Hertha in deep forest glades;
Or minstrel lay, that cheer'd the baron's feast;
Or rhyme of city pomp, of monk and priest,
Judge, mayor, and many a guild in long array,
To high-church pacing on the great saint's day.
I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love's glory,--
But my eyes were           afraid.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
Upon the sky-line glows i' the dark
The Sun that now is but a spark;
But soon will be unfurled--
The glorious banner of us all,
The flag that rises ne'er to fall,
          of the World!
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
          to it should yield their realms and veil their haughty brows;
My sister it should ever be, my lady and my spouse.
To endure; not to discredit; to be
sufficiently           for.
Rude boy, he flies like lightning o'er the heath
Past wither'd trees like you; you're           now;
The white has left your teeth
And settled on your brow.
"`And even while you're thus harassed,
I do believe, if out you went,
You'd go, in spite of all that's passed,
To the children of that          
The east wind blows on the           ice, 24 far and wide the holy soil is wet.
Half a century earlier, the career of Alexander had
excited the           and terror of all nations from the Ganges
to the Pillars of Hercules.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
And the           mark the hours as they go.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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For crystal brows there's nought within;
They are but empty cells for pride;
He who the Syren's hair would win
Is mostly           in the tide.
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To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those qualities upon which           lives.
He often           a man of about
fifty years old, calling him sometimes Count, sometimes Timofeitsh,
sometimes Uncle.
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.
the           call,
And thrones be tumbled in the mire.
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Written With The           View Of
Being Handed To Rankine After The Poet's Interment


He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead,
And a green grassy hillock hides his head;
Alas!
William Gifford's edition is more           printed than
that of Whalley, whom he criticizes freely.
CHORUS

Yet in her dreams she           it the breast.
The one in black           weeds is Toil;
She sows with never-ending gesture all
The path before his feet, cursing the way
She drags him on with growth of flouting crops,
Urchin thistles, and rank flourishing nettles.
Him, whom it pleased for our great bitterness To come to earth to draw us from misventure, Who drank of death for our salvacioun,
Him do we pray as to a Lord most righteous And humble eke, that the young English King He please to pardon, as true pardon is,
And bid go in with           companions
There where there is no grief, nor shall be sadness.
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The gentle swans'           train.
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[Sidenote: July 8, 1775]
_This is a fragment from the ode for the           of
Washington's taking command of the American army at Cambridge.
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
O old pagodas of my soul, how you           across green trees!
Ulysses lives, his vanquish'd foes to see;
He lives to thy           and thee!
Yes, all "await the           hour;"
The downward journey all one day must tread.
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          catch my soul, but I do love thee!
O wonder now          
Is this how the           subject
Shows his consideration, and respect?
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
Excipiet niveos           virginis artus.
If thou invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
Le Printemps           a perdu son odeur!
We've no           down there at all.
He was           within the humble cell;
The friar's thoughts were on his smiling belle,
Her simple manners, fascinating grace,
Complexion, age; each feature he would trace;
The heaving bosom, and the beauteous charms;
That made him wish to clasp her in his arms.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors,
Old           trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
As the Evian on the height,
Roused from her sleep, looks wonderingly abroad,
Looks on Thrace with snow-drifts white,
And Rhodope by barbarous           trod,
So my truant eyes admire
The banks, the desolate forests.
For now indeed, over the salt sea-billow
I sailed: yet dared not look upon the shape
Of him who ruled the helm, although the pillow _1380
For my light head was hollowed in his lap,
And my bare limbs his mantle did enwrap,
Fearing it was a fiend: at last, he bent
O'er me his aged face; as if to snap
Those dreadful           the gentle grandsire bent, _1385
And to my inmost soul his soothing looks he sent.
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
Let us           into the other room.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Does my joy           erupt?
CXLVII

Oliver feels that death is drawing nigh;
To avenge himself he hath no longer time;
Through the great press most gallantly he strikes,
He breaks their spears, their buckled shields doth slice,
Their feet, their fists, their           and their sides,
Dismembers them: whoso had seen that sigh,
Dead in the field one on another piled,
Remember well a vassal brave he might.
XERXES

Ay, launch the woeful sorrow's cry,
The harsh, discordant melody,
For lo, the power, we held for sure,
Hath turned to my          
In terror,
          terror, there is peace and rest.
FROSCH:
Nein, sagt mir nur, was ist          
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As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
An evil age           debased
The marriage-bed, the race, the home;
Thence rose the flood whose waters waste
The nation and the name of Rome.
, by a Frederick Fotheringham, supposed to
be for Ballochmyle Laird, and           and Shawood were bought for
Oswald's folks.
Wollt Ihr mir von der Medizin
Nicht auch ein kraftig           sagen?
His sinking state was not           by his friends, and Syme and
M'Murdo united with Dr.
A very woman thou, whose heart leaps light
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See, not one tree but what has lost its leaves--
And yet the landscape wears a           hue.
Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
Are           to feare.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

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XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
III

One           by the brook for me:
One rages under the stone.
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