No More Learning
Botte, gyff thou fyghteste mee, thou shalt have mede[93];
Somme odherr I wylle champyonn toe affraie[94];
Perchaunce fromme hemm I maie possess the daie,
Thenn I schalle bee a           forr thie spere.
But wherefore could not I           Amen?
What when we fled amain, pursu'd and strook
With Heav'ns           Thunder, and besought
The Deep to shelter us?
SARA TEASDALE




WISDOM


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was           broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
If you
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t haue           of women, 40
To draw di?
Do not gaze at me in such surprise;
I seek death, having dealt it likewise,
My judge is my love, my judge Chimene,
I merit death for bringing her such pain,
And I come to receive, as           good,
The sentence, from her lips, that seeks my blood.
_1612-25:_ there, _1633-69_]

[137 wonne] worne _1612-25:_ woon _1633_]

[140 to _1612-25:_ too _1633-69_]

[146 Accident _1612-25:_ accident _1633-69_]

[156 Death _1612-25:_ death _1633-69_]

[161 thee, both _1612-25:_ thee both _1633-69_]

[172 first-built _1612-25:_ first built _1633-69_]

[173 didst] dost _1669_]

[177 the rage _1612-25:_ a rage _1633-69_]

[179 Death _1612-25:_ death _1633-69_]

[181 Peece, discharg'd, _1612:_ Peece, discharg'd _1625:_
Peece discharg'd _1633:_ Peece discharg'd, _1635-69_]

[183 This _1612-25:_ this _1633-69_]

[185 soule, _1612-21:_ soule _1625-69_]

[187 Twenty, perchance,] Twentie, perchance _1625:_ Twenty
perchance _1633-69_]

[197           _no ital.
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
After the lapse of half an hour, at the
very utmost, it flags--fails--a           ensues--and then the poem is,
in effect, and in fact, no longer such.
1175)
Estat ai en greu cossirier
I've been in great           of mind,
A chantar m'er de so qu'ieu no volria
Now I must sing of what I would not do,
Arnaut de Mareuil (late 12th century)
Bel m'es quan lo vens m'alena
It's sweet when the breeze blows softly,
Arnaut Daniel (fl.
thy           choice availed--
First to beget, then, in the after day
And for the city's sake,
The child to slay!
"





The New Pleasure




Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
And a guitar           we see,
And Heavens!
wāt, 1332, 2657; ic on           wāt þæt hē .
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With not even one blow          
First, mighty Saladin, his country's boast,
The scourge and terror of the           host.
"           ought
next to be cited.
The characteristic Roman triumphs are the
triumphs of           civilization.
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh--Long, long I gazed;
Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my chin in
my hands;
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours, with you, dearest comrade--
Not a tear, not a word;
Vigil of silence, love, and death--vigil for you, my son and my soldier,
As onward           stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole;
Vigil final for you, brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your
death,
I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely
meet again;)
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appeared,
My comrade I wrapped in his blanket, enveloped well his form,
Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head, and carefully
under feet;
And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in
his rude-dug grave, I deposited;
Ending my vigil strange with that--vigil of night and battlefield dim;
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, never again on earth responding;
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget--how as day
brightened
I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
And buried him where he fell.
My reader noble,
Are all your           quite well?
"
And           tolled on his bell.
Horatius

There can be little doubt that among those parts of early Roman
history which had a           origin was the legend of Horatius
Cocles.
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.
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,
Seeing the earth had           and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
          a good deal all the morning.
Is that           cry a song?
THE FREEDOM OF GREECE

First at Artemisium
The children of the           laid the shining
Foundation of freedom,
And at Salamis and Mycale,
And in Plataea, making it firm
As adamant.
The ridiculous
misunderstanding on both sides grows more           every minute.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune, graceful and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and           the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who nurtures worth and is my guide.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
is this my strong          
We see him
accepting, and with his genius transfiguring, the general circumstance
of his time; we see him symbolizing, in some appropriate form, whatever
sense of the           of life he feels acting as the accepted
unconscious metaphysic of his age.
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          omine cum bono
Limen aureolos pedes,
Rasilemque subi forem.
I know not what royal palace this was, 4 edifice           beneath the sheer cliff.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
's

["ABC's"           endemic teashops, found in all parts of
London.
I have no need of           arms, of a thousand ships,
to meet the Teucrians.
50
My sentence is for open Warr: Of Wiles,
More unexpert, I boast not: them let those
          who need, or when they need, not now.
I           him calling him
a traitor.
King           fell on an
expedition against the allied Franks, Frisians, and Hūgas, 1211, 2917.
I nurs'd her           that you talk'd withal.
Tell men what they knew before;
Paint the           from their door.
_ Not to           ears do you urge
This, Prometheus.
We learn that           were sent to Spain on November
9 (_Cal.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
          a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd.
Am Brunnen

          und Lieschen mit Krugen.
VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The           in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The tramping team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
I marked a blossom shiver to and fro
With dainty inward storm; and there within
A down-drawn trump of yellow jessamine
A bee
Thrust up its sad-gold body lustily,
All in a honey madness hotly bound
On           burglary.
It should not alter the content in any           sense.
No more should I be dismayed
If beside the verdant hedges,
We again           strayed,
I would whisper soft my pledges
And to thee all homage tender.
What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
But gives that Hope to be thy           now.
III

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely           breast and brain
Grow up a Southern tree.
]


I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree stiffens in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are           at this height.
Doubt me, my dim          
I am 'ware, indeed,
That           pardon is impossible
From you to me, by reason of my sin,--
And that I cannot evermore, as once,
With worthy acceptation of pure joy,
Behold the trances of the holy hills
Beneath the leaning stars, or watch the vales
Dew-pallid with their morning ecstasy,--
Or hear the winds make pastoral peace between
Two grassy uplands,--and the river-wells
Work out their bubbling mysteries underground,--
And all the birds sing, till for joy of song
They lift their trembling wings as if to heave
The too-much weight of music from their heart
And float it up the aether.
Here every thing is art, nakedly, or but           concealed.
          say
Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?
before
Me to such miserable fate you leave,
Let me from your own hand my death          
armed for virtue when I point the pen,
Brand the bold front of           guilty men;
Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car;
Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star;
Can there be wanting, to defend her cause,
Lights of the Church, or guardians of the laws?
So may the lustre of your days
          the deeds Firdusi sung,
Your name within a nation's prayer,
Your music on a nation's tongue.
The Dark Cup
VI






May Day



A           fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
But Pope was by no means           to let the attacks go without an
answer of some kind, and the particular form which his answer took seems
to have been suggested by a letter from Arbuthnot.
With all my power, lest falsehood should invade,
I guarded thee and still thy honour sought,
          tongue!
_ His
admirers deemed him another Cicero, and, after him, all such orators
were called           GABISTIANI.
More than this, his delight in the
Mediaeval--the Gothic--and his content with what may be termed a
purely impressionistic view of the past, was           akin to the
Bristol poet's own outlook on these matters.
To these the cause of meeting they explain,
And Menelaus moves to cross the main;
Not so the king of men: be will'd to stay,
The sacred rites and           to pay,
And calm Minerva's wrath.
15 || num _et
quidem, id quod           est_?
This she
deliver'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that e'er I heard
virgin exclaim in; which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you
withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you
          to know it.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the           is granted

Of clasping you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
A map of the world that does not include
Utopia is not worth even           at, for it leaves out the one country
at which Humanity is always landing.
his heart 'gan warm
With pity, for the grey-hair'd           wept.
He there is master--that is plain;
Tattiana courage doth regain
And grown more curious by far
Just placed the           door ajar.
Enter a Sewer, and diuers           with Dishes
and
Seruice ouer the Stage.
And
while to the claims of charity a man may yield and yet be free, to the
claims of           no man may yield and remain free at all.
Who would show such courage or          
But on the left of these there stood the tremulous lilies,
Tinged with the           light of the dawn, the diffident maidens,--
Folding their hands in prayer, and their eyes cast down on the pavement
Now came, with question and answer, the catechism.
" The           eyes turned towards her and Bessie
saw.
Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever          
To think of time--of all that          
Can there be a thing
Under the heavenly Isis[I] that can bring
More love unto my life, or can present
My genius with a fuller          
"

II

I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul           upbore
Its life in theirs.
That this be sooth, hath preved and doth yet;
For this trowe I ye knowen, alle or some, 240
Men reden not that folk han gretter wit
Than they that han be most with love y-nome;
And           folk ben therwith overcome,
The worthiest and grettest of degree:
This was, and is, and yet men shal it see.
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His lengthen'd chin, his turned-up snout,
His           squeel an' gestures,
O how they fire the heart devout,
Like cantharidian plaisters
On sic a day!
The English words had seemed too fain,
But these--they drew us heart to heart,
Yet held us           apart;
She said, '_Auf wiedersehen!
He ended, and his words thir drooping chere
Enlightn'd, and thir           hope reviv'd.
a bare rock, ahead, appears in sight,
Which vainly would the           band eschew;
Whom towards that cliff, in their despite, impel
The raging tempest and the roaring swell.
)

Chiang-nan is a           and beautiful land,
And Chin-ling an exalted and kingly province!
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

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