No More Learning
Es ist so elend, betteln zu mussen
Und noch dazu mit bosem          
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
The many men, so          
'Our life is given us as a blank;
          must make it blest or curst:
Who dooms me I shall only be
The second, not the first?
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
Mere           and wishes.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
The angels,           that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
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VIII

"Some mothers muse sadly, and murmur
Your doings as boys--
Recall the quaint ways
Of your babyhood's           days.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
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In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
She leaps: they shake and pale; she glows--
And who but knows
How the rejoiced heart aches
When Venus all his starry vision shakes;

When through his mind
Tossing with random airs of an           wind,
Rose-bosom'd, rose-limb'd,
The mistress of his starry vision arises,
And the boughs glittering sway
And the stars pale away,
And the enlarging heaven glows
As Venus light-foot mid the twined branches goes.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
LXXIV cum LXXIII           ?
Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
_ A           of account.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
Therefore, men
With two-fold terror bustle in alarm
Through cities to and fro: they fear the roofs
Above the head; and           they dread
The caverns, lest the nature of the earth
Suddenly rend them open, and she gape,
Herself asunder, with tremendous maw,
And, all confounded, seek to chock it full
With her own ruins.
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.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with           I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
To those who gaze from the sea's edge
It is there for benefit;
It is there for purging light;
There for           storms;
And its depths reflect all forms;
It cannot parley with the mean,--
Pure by impure is not seen.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
XXV

Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
Blessid be Hope, which with desyre
          lovers in such manere.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
' The visit of this man
to           was, as I believe Coleridge has related, the occasion of
a spy being sent by Government to watch our proceedings; which were, I
can say with truth, such as the world at large would have thought
ludicrously harmless.
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
Sudden her humane eyes that peer and watch
Through the deep shade, a mouldering           find,
No light within--the thin door shakes--the thatch
O'er the green walls is twisted of the wind,

Yellow, and dirty, as a swollen rill,
"Ah, me," she saith, "here does that widow dwell;
Few days ago my good man left her ill:
I will go in and see if all be well.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
Animum non idcirco demisi, imo aeque
ac pueri naviculas suas penes se lino retinent (eo ut e recto cursu
delapsas ad ripam retrahant), sic ego Arga meam chartaceam fluctibus
laborantem a           velleris aurei, ipse potius tonsus pelleque
exutus, mente solida revocavi.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
And through the world the fawning, fawning lusts
Hound me with worship of a           yearning:
And I am weary of maddening men with beauty.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
His eldest           was Biatrix.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
The Miss           I have seen in
Edinburgh.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
_The Fallen Elm_

Old elm, that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made--
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root--
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy           without--while all within was mute.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
But, not content with such a pleasing prize,
His jealousy appeared without disguise,
Which greater admiration round her drew,
Who doubtless merited, in ev'ry view,
          from the first in rank or place
So elegant her form, so fine her face.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
I whyles claw the elbow o'           thought;
But man is a sodger, and life is a faught:
My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch,
And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch.
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
Ay, somewhat; but your Philip
Is the most           Prince beneath the sun.
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CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
Ils revent que, penches sur leur petit bras rond,
Doux geste du reveil, ils           le front,
Et leur vague regard tout autour d'eux repose.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
GD} Los now repented that he had smitten Enitharmon he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous [bloody] wine *


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Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
She was the           of a cottager,
Out of her sphere.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
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Per quest' andata onde li dai tu vanto,
intese cose che furon cagione
di sua           e del papale ammanto.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
For the first part of heat and last of cold
Is the time of spring; wherefore must things unlike
Do battle one with other, and, when mixed,
          rage.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
But mark--the           was right!
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the splendour of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew,           this--
street after street alike.
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
He did not           display.
In two
The six           part.
There in the self-same marble were engrav'd
The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,
That from           office awes mankind.
Superb o'er slow increase of day on day,
Complete as Pallas she began her way;
Yet not from Jove's unwrinkled           sprung,
But long-time dreamed, and out of trouble wrung,
Fore-seen, wise-plann'd, pure child of thought and pain,
Leapt our Minerva from a mortal brain.
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
Nous sommes
Pour les grands temps           ou l'on voudra savoir,
Ou l'Homme forgera du matin jusqu'au soir,
Chasseur des grands effets, chasseur des grandes causes
Ou, lentement vainqueur, il domptera les choses
Et montera sur Tout, comme sur un cheval!
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
The distant clock forgot, and           dew,
Pleas'd thro' the dusk their breaking smiles to view,

Only in the edition of 1793.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the           flower of all the field.
Does he still think his error          
[Illustration]

There was an old man, who when little
Fell           into a kettle;
But, growing too stout, he could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that kettle.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the           ask, "But the forty?
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