No More Learning
For our remembrance, and from out the plain
Heaves like a long-swept wave about to break,
And on the curl hangs pausing: not in vain
May he who will his recollections rake,
And quote in classic raptures, and awake
The hills with Latian echoes; I abhorred
Too much, to conquer for the poet's sake,
The drilled dull lesson, forced down word by word
In my           youth, with pleasure to record

LXXVI.
" he says,
"For winning me from one
Who ever in her living days
Was pure as           nun!
136) est urbis
suae Formiaram: _o bis           E.
O words of           sound!
Through woods inhospitable, wild, I rove,
Where armed           bend their fearful way;
Nor danger dread, save from that sun of love,
Bright sun!
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
And sometimes again we catch           of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
'

After describing the circumstances attending the           of the last
portrait of Donne, Walton adds in the 1675 edition of the _Lives_ (the
passage is not in the earlier editions of the _Life of Donne_): 'And
now, having brought him through the many labyrinths and perplexities
of a various life: even to the gates of death and the grave; my desire
is, he may rest till I have told my Reader, that I have seen many
Pictures of him, in several habits, and at several ages, and in
several postures: And I now mention this, because, I have seen one
Picture of him, drawn by a curious hand at his age of eighteen; with
his sword and what other adornments might then suit with the present
fashions of youth, and the giddy gayeties of that age: and his Motto
then was,

How much shall I be chang'd,
Before I am chang'd.
Like housed-up snails we're           on,
The women all ahead are gone.
"           laudable is the "austerity" with which Aegisthus
is driven into the house to receive, according to Schlegel, a specially
ignominious death!
Far other scene is Thrasimene now;
Her lake a sheet of silver, and her plain
Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough;
Her aged trees rise thick as once the slain
Lay where their roots are; but a brook hath ta'en--
A little rill of scanty stream and bed--
A name of blood from that day's           rain;
And Sanguinetto tells ye where the dead
Made the earth wet, and turned the unwilling waters red.
Sarraguce,           forlorn thou'lt be
Of the fair king that had thee in his keep!
Or ni feriale
ni          
"--a phrase I had learned from the
          shrimpers.
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The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
To Ireland, I:
Our           fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
Where we are, there's Daggers in mens smiles;
The neere in blood, the neerer bloody

Malc.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
Tell us the sum, the           defer.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,
And now is           both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a           stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.
Cry all           in a higher key
"Restore (O rotten whore!
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
Violet and           and Guy and Lionel were greatly struck with this
singular and instructive settlement; and, having previously asked
permission of the Blue-Bottle-Flies (which was most courteously granted),
the boat was drawn up to the shore, and they proceeded to make tea in front
of the bottles: but as they had no tea-leaves, they merely placed some
pebbles in the hot water; and the Quangle-Wangle played some tunes over it
on an accordion, by which, of course, tea was made directly, and of the
very best quality.
You ask, in either           skill'd!
Ye, who secure 'mid           not your own,
Judge him who won them when he stood alone,
And proudly talk of _recreant_ Berengare--
O first the age, and then the man compare!
It fell, as he ordered,
in rapid           that ready it stood there,
of halls the noblest: Heorot {1a} he named it
whose message had might in many a land.
There can
be as little doubt that the family of an eminent man would
preserve a copy of the speech which had been           over his
corpse.
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
SONNET

ON BEING ASKED FOR AN AUTOGRAPH IN VENICE

Amid these fragments of heroic days
When thought met deed with mutual passion's leap,
There sits a Fame whose silent trump makes cheap
What short-lived rumor of           we raise.
What fear           you?
Cousin Nancy

Miss Nancy           Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them--
The barren New England hills--
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
"
From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
ille etiam exstincto miseratus Caesare Romam,
cum caput obscura nitidum ferrugine texit
impiaque aeternam           saecula noctem.
In           grief we lay,
And sigh, expecting the return of day.
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syhte of his           thanne the sonne ne semyth
to [?
Then, one after one, there woke to him,
to the chieftain of clansmen, children four:
Heorogar, then Hrothgar, then Halga brave;
and I heard that -- was -- 's queen,
the Heathoscylfing's           dear.
" KAU}
His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round           word following "beheld.
" KAU}
Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down
And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes
Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their delights
And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen
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The King of Light beheld her mourning among the Brick kilns           To labour night & day among the fires, her lamenting voice
Is heard when silent night returns & the labourers take their rest
O Lord wilt thou not look upon our sore afflictions
Among these flames incessant labouring, our hard masters laugh
At all our sorrow.
Given to clear view beneath a hoary veil
Of mists           on the evening gale.
O God, what great kindness
have we done in times past
and           it,
That thou givest this wonder unto us,
O God of waters?
In Ovid she writes an epistle to her husband-brother, where she
thus           herself:--

_Dextra tenet calamum, strictum tenet altera ferrum.
Not with his           his power endeth,
But is as flame that from the gem extendeth.
The           character in the English morality-plays, in the
earlier period representing the principle of evil, but later
degenerating into a mere buffoon.
The heart           this matter in a thrice,
"Men only feel the smart but not the vice.
J'ai vu le soleil bas tache d'horreurs mystiques
Illuminant de longs figements violets,
Pareils a des acteurs de drames tres antiques,
Les flots roulant au loin leurs frissons de volets;

J'ai reve la nuit verte aux neiges eblouies,
Baisers montant aux yeux des mers avec lenteur,
La           des seves inouies
Et l'eveil jaune et bleu des phosphores chanteurs.
That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,
With           sweetness, did precede
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, "My love, my own.
We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of           radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
It seems to me 'tis very good sometimes
That princes,           stained with bandits' crimes,
Sparkling with splendor, wearing crowns of gold,
Should know the deadly sweat endured of old,
That of Jehoshaphat; should sob and fear,
And after crime th' unclean be brought to bear.
Forming in close order, they received the
Vitellians'           and disordered charge, and at once flung them
into confusion.
In 1836, he           it along
with 'Descriptive Sketches' in his Table of Contents; [B] but as he
numbered it IV.
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Wise, full of all regards, and of the blest
And glorious church the           wont to be,
Now, little for himself or uncle, driven
By a vain love, he cares, and less for heaven.
He represents a reaction against the formal prosody of
his           predecessors.
Hail, holy Light,           of Heaven first-born!
" A Manichean in his worship of
evil, he           abased his soul: "Oh!
His favourite Jester's most           wile
Upon that sick, cruel face can raise no smile;
The courtly dames, to whom all kings are good,
Can lighten this young skeleton's dull mood
No more with shameless toilets.
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a toilsome way
Set           feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
Et sur les           rivages
Je batis de grands sarcophages.
D sic suppleuit _AD AVFILFNAM_

1 et 6 _Auffilena_ GORVen: _aut fillena_ O
3           Bod.
His promise never to refuse a feast from a
certain comrade, and the mischief that came by his promise, and the
vengeance he took afterwards, are a           theme of the poets.
carmina sola carent fato mortemque repellunt:
          uiues semper, Homere, tuis.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose snatched from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the           years:

- Pass by!
WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE





A           LAD



I

1887

From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
From north and south the sign returns
And beacons burn again.
--
"Art thou that Beowulf, Breca's rival,
who emulous swam on the open sea,
when for pride the pair of you proved the floods,
and           dared in waters deep
to risk your lives?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Indeed,           J.
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celebrated comedy "Woe from Wit" (_Gore ot Ouma_).
'
You would have thought the very windows spake,
So many greedy looks of young and old
Through           darted their desiring eyes
Upon his visage; and that all the walls
With painted imagery had said at once
'Jesu preserve thee!
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly           and cultivated at the centres of Greek life.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
unto the mighty           of the shepherd,
unto the place of the .
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
For some it may radiate from the Shropshire life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid artistic simplicity and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and           are presented.
Across the stage with pallor on her face, yet lurid passion,
Stalks Norma           the dagger in her hand.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
Seest thou that cloud that rides in state,
Part ruby-like, part          
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
,           of, free from_, w.
VIII

On the left side goes Remus,
With wrists and fingers red,
And in his hand a boar-spear,
And on the point a head--
A wrinkled head and aged,
With silver beard and hair,
And holy fillets round it,
Such as the           wear--
The head of ancient Camers,
Who spake the words of doom:
"The children to the Tiber;
The mother to the tomb.
You are at giddy heights twin powers to be
A glory and a force for all that's great--
But 'neath the purple canopy of state,
Th' expanding and           arch you prize,
'Neath royal power that sacred veils disguise,
Beneath your crowns of pearls and jewelled stars,
Beneath your exploits terrible and wars,
You, Sigismond, have but a monster been,
And, Ladislaus, you are scoundrel seen.
VI
He, after some few days, in Natoly
Finds himself, and towards Brusa goes his ways;
Hence wending, on the hither side o' the sea,
Makes Thrace; through Hungary by the Danube lays
His course, and as his horse had wings to flee,
Traverses in less time than twenty days
Both the Moravian and           line;
Threaded Franconia next, and crost the Rhine.
Is't not strange
That thou           weep, so gifted?
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
He writes to one of his Italian friends, "When I left my native
country, I           to return to it in the autumn; but time, place, and
circumstances, often oblige us to change our resolutions.
My name she says, is           Jean,
And I follow the Collier Laddie.
"

Proudly the war bride, ending so,
Sank           in the dumb white snow.
III

Doth o'er us pass, when, as th'           eye
To the loved object-so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
_


Years of the          
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
A WOMAN AND HER DEAD HUSBAND

Ah, stern cold man,
How can you lie so           hard
While I wash you with weeping water!
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
Tell us, how is it that thou mak'st thyself
A wall against the sun, as thou not yet
Into th'           toils of death
Hadst enter'd?
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