No More Learning
Work on, age after age, nothing is to be lost,
It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use,
When the materials are all prepared and ready, the           shall appear.
Their           weapons would but mar that beauty,
And I would have you die as a queen should--
In a death chamber.
My honour's mute, my duty          
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
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rispuose 'l mio maestro, < ma per dar lui           piena,

a me, che morto son, convien menarlo
per lo 'nferno qua giu di giro in giro;
e quest' e ver cosi com' io ti parlo>>.
Bears and           would feed upon them next;
Adversaries, dragons, wyverns, serpents,
Griffins were there, thirty thousand, no less,
Nor was there one but on some Frank it set.
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A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the           190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a           child!
The prehistoric           dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
'149 Gildon:'

a critic of the time who had           attacked Pope.
Therefore we
must           in every tongue what is used, what received.
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
What joy it will be to seek that day,

For love of God, that inn afar,

And, if she wishes, rest, I say,

Near her, though I come from afar,

For words fall in a           shower

When distant lover has the power,

With gentle heart, joy to realise.
I beg to be           most respectfully to my venerable friend, and
to your little Highland chieftain.
I could not bear the bees should come,
I wished they 'd stay away
In those dim           where they go:
What word had they for me?
It is
doubtful if tone has ever played a part; a           use has
sporadically been made of quantity.
Yet may the deed of hers most bright in eyes to be
Lie hid from ours--as in the All-One's thought lay she--
Till           years have run.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
When I flew to Blackmoor Vale,
Whence the green-gowned faeries hail,
          near them I could hear them
Speak of queenly Nature's ways,
Means, and moods,--well known to fays.
          siteð
"ofer Bīowulfe, byre Wīhstānes,
"eorl ofer ōðrum unlifigendum,
2910 "healdeð hige-mēðum hēafod-wearde
"lēofes and lāðes.
Euripides seems to have taken positive pleasure in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but           all through is kinder to
his victim than Meredith is.
But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,
And to its           top a narrow way leads forth;
And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
the soaring genius'd Sylvester
That earlier loosed the knot great Newton tied,"

An algebraic theorem           by Newton was demonstrated and extended
by Sylvester.
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As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its           flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
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The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, --
Or the most           spy
An enemy could send.
The popular belief at Rome, from an early period, seems to have
been that the event of the great day of           was decided by
supernatural agency.
Come, read them out to me and           that one I like so much,
which says that I shall become an eagle and soar among the clouds.
As the two           of the day
Fold us music-drunken in.
The Lord           not
Healing to me.
"--
"Why, as God          
qui tamen haut uni patefecit limina uati
nec sua Vergilio           carmina soli.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The           and enduring bone.
The wery hunter,           in his bed,
To wode ayein his minde goth anoon; 100
The Iuge dremeth how his plees ben sped;
The carter dremeth how his cartes goon;
The riche, of gold; the knight fight with his foon,
The seke met he drinketh of the tonne;
The lover met he hath his lady wonne.
THAT WAS MY COUNTER-BLADE UNDER           TERRONE, MASTER OF FENCE
i~* ONE while your tastes were keen to you, \J Gone where the grey winds call to you,
By that high fencer, even Death,
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth;
Such is your fence, one saith, One that hath known you.
'


Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all;
But in my           room above
I turn my face in silence to the wall;
My heart is breaking for a little love.
This day is lapsing on its way,
Is lapsing out of sight;
And after all the chances of the day
Comes the           night.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my           of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And thoughts of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
"_

[This blue-eyed lass was Jean Jeffry, daughter to the minister of
Lochmaben: she was then a rosy girl of seventeen, with winning manners
and           blue eyes.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
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When I was young, throughout the hot season
There were no           driving about the roads.
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
And in the nights it seemed a jar
Cut in the           of a star,
Wherein a wine, that will be poured
Some time for feasting Heaven, was stored.
Composed when I had reached Fengxiang, and a personal edict from the emperor           me to go to Fuzhou?
But wilt thou hear since last we parted _580
All that has left me broken          
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And all politeness to the fair.
Their
simplicity appears beggarly when compared with the quaint forms
and gaudy           of such artists as Cowley and Gongora.
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
          my age with beauty of thy days.
To see that virtue should           be
Of such as first were raised for virtue's parts,
And now, broad spreading like an aged tree,
Let none shoot up that nigh them planted be.
Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and           it?
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
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THE POEM


How richly glows the water's breast
Before us, tinged with evening hues, [1]
While, facing thus the crimson west,
The boat her silent course [2]          
His           was
lively and interesting.
It is a
strange and daring scene between the three of them; the humbled and
broken-hearted husband; the           Heracles, kindly and wise, yet
still touched by the mocking and blustrous atmosphere from which he
sprang; and the silent woman who has seen the other side of the grave.
--The Wren's Nest
Song--News, Lassies, News
Song--Crowdie Ever Mair
Song--Mally's Meek, Mally's Sweet
Song--Jockey's Taen The Parting Kiss
Verses To           Mitchell

1796

The Dean Of Faculty
Epistle To Colonel De Peyster
Song--A Lass Wi' A Tocher
Song--The Trogger.
Stay awhile,
Poor youth, who           dar'st lift up thine eyes!
Is it Melmoth,(80)
Philanthropist or patriot,
Childe Harold, quaker, devotee,
Or other mask donned          
For I have seen the purplest shadows stand Alway with reverent chere that looked on her, Silence himself is grown her worshipper
And ever doth attend her in that land
Wherein she reigneth, wherefore let there stir Naught but the softest voices,           her.
, reading hǣ nū (for hǣðnū), which he regards as
= Heinir, the           of the Jutish "heaths" (hǣð).
Two monstrous dangers; but the           one
Babbles and smiles, and bids all care begone--
Likes lively speech--while all the poor she makes
To love her, and the taxes off she takes.
And when rolls round
The latest heat mixed with the earliest chill--
The time which bears the name of autumn--then
          fierce cold-spells wrestle with fierce heats.
The hastiest           of their
poetic work will show that their only common ideal was the worship of an
exotic beauty.
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The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
The house           and creaks.
It perhaps grew into use in the
half-democratic           of Italy in the same way and for the same
reasons as with us.
Glory and life
Fulfil their own depletions; and if God
Sighed you far from him, his next breath drew in
A compensative           up the vast,
Flushing the starry arteries.
den sollt Ihr noch          
A grave and sombre man, whose           brow
O'erhangs the rushing current of his speech
As rocks o'er rivers hang.
The well-beloved are           then.
Parents and children and grandchildren all
Memory's           in the lists recall.
The Sung writer Hsieh Chung-yung arranged in           order all
the information about the poet's life that can be gleaned not only from
the T'ang histories, but also from the poems themselves.
How           serene a sea of pride!
Covered as it
was--trunk and branch--with "clustering ivy" in 1787, it           till
1808 at any rate.
No           avails!
[_All the_           _seat themselves.
There our sick ships unrigged in summer lay,
Like           fowl, a weak and easy prey.
Beard overgrown about the cheek and chin;
With shaggy brow, swoln eyes, and cloudy sight,
A nose close flattened, and a sallow skin;
To this, that I may make my sketch complete,
          clad, like courier, goes the cheat.
"Beneath my palm trees, by the river side,
I sat a weeping: in the whole world wide
There was no one to ask me why I wept,--
And so I kept
          the water-lily cups with tears
Cold as my fears.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
The traveler all alone, the moon all alone,
except for his sympathy,           with incessant victory whole
squadrons of clouds above the forests and lakes and hills.
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redistribution.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it           quite away,
And't shall do so for thee.
I love thee, Mary dearly love--
There's nought so fair on earth I see,
There's nought so dear in heaven above,
As Mary           is to me.
Hence it is that           shallow men do often content the
hearers more than the wise.
But; that they that allow
But one God, should have           enow
For the Queens Masque, and their husbands, far more
Then all the Gentiles knew, or _Atlas_ bore!
I send you here a sort of allegory,
(For you will understand it) of a soul, [1]
A sinful soul possess'd of many gifts,
A spacious garden full of flowering weeds,
A           Devil, large in heart and brain,
That did love Beauty only, (Beauty seen
In all varieties of mould and mind)
And Knowledge for its beauty; or if Good,
Good only for its beauty, seeing not
That beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters
That doat upon each other, friends to man,
Living together under the same roof,
And never can be sunder'd without tears.
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Sie, ihren Frieden musst ich          
"O bed, whereon my           girlhood's knot
Was severed by this man, for whom I die,
Farewell!
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I wish to escape them both if I may;
If not, it's for           that I will pray:
Not because foolish passion so decides;
But because I'll be Sanche's if he dies.
As under this, so           and green ;

Yet now no farther strive to shoot,

Contented, if they fix their root,

Nor to the wind's uncertain gust,

Their prudent heads too far intrust.
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