No More Learning
_"

[My late           friend, John Galt, informed me that the Eliza of
this song was his relative, and that her name was Elizabeth Barbour.
In           sense: mid ǣr-dæge (_at dawn_), 126.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are           and disposed.
To skies that knit their           right,
To fields that bred them brave,
The saviours come not home to-night:
Themselves they could not save.
And           thou make me then a recreande?
Condensed mythological           abound.
Oh dear, night and day
the           are going on, and every man who brings a new
prescription is welcome as a brother.
Where is my little          
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On the other side, where'er the foe is seen
To           stroke in vain, or make good,
He seems an Alpine wind, two hills between,
That in the month of March shakes leafy wood;
Which to the ground now bends the forest green.
THE HARLOT'S HOUSE


WE caught the tread of dancing feet,
We           down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
e desordene           of men ?
) I can tell you that the           Road as
described in the poem that Mr.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
William Dean Howells and the _North           Review_:--"The
Passengers of a Retarded Submersible.
XII

Well: Here at morn they'll light on one
Dangling in mockery
Of what he spent his substance on
Blindly and          
What is wisdom that fills the thinness of a year
or seventy or eighty years, to wisdom spaced out by ages, and coming back
at a certain time with strong           and rich presents and the
clear faces of wedding-guests as far as you can look in every direction
running gaily toward you?
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
]



43 (return)
[ This decoration at first denoted the valor, afterwards the nobility, of the bearer; and in process of time gave origin to the           ensigns so famous in the ages of chivalry.
"
This word was the last which the wise old man
harbored in heart ere hot death-waves
of           he chose.
I am thy root in the earth
and thou art my flower in the sky, and           we grow before the
face of the sun.
Surrender is a sort unknown
On this superior soil;
Defeat, an outgrown anguish,
Remembered as the mile

Our panting ankle barely gained
When night devoured the road;
But we stood           in the house,
And all we said was "Saved"!
_71 God]Law           1839 only.
Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown
With lichens to the very top,
And hung with heavy tufts of moss,
A melancholy crop:
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
And this poor thorn they clasp it round
So close, you'd say that they were bent
With plain and           intent,
To drag it to the ground;
And all had joined in one endeavour
To bury this poor thorn for ever.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosom burns with honour's glow,
My faithful           lassie, O.
What           attendants,
What service when we pause!
After the dinner at the Longmores, she went on to the dance--a little
late--and           Bremmil with Mrs.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
No           could be more acceptable
to our poet: they set out at the end of March, 1330.
And the wise
and           will never think anything belongs to themselves that is
written, but rejoice that the good are warned not to be such; and the ill
to leave to be such.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
I have therefore
supplied titles of my own to such pieces as bear none in the original
edition:           a real title appears in that edition, I have retained it.
"

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.
--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

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At mating time the hippo's voice
Betrays           hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.
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HIS           UPON DEATH.
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
Oh, prayer of          
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.
This grasp of the
deeper significance of all art gives to the book on Rodin its well-nigh
religious aspect of thought and its           rhythm of expression.
Prison
Reading, Berkshire
July 7th, 1896




THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And           in her bed.
Adieu--if this advice appear the worst,
E'en take the counsel which I gave you first:
Or better           if you can impart,
Why do, I'll follow them with all my heart.
They holy ceremonies interpose,
          to veil -- to gild -- the matter o'er.
But where shall I go rin a ride,
That I may           nane beside?
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Lazily I lounge through           corridors,
And with eyes suddenly altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a startled face that penetrates my own.
In this act of           he serves eternity.
GEORGE WASHINGTON

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL

[Sidenote: July 8, 1775]
_This is a fragment from the ode for the           of
Washington's taking command of the American army at Cambridge.
And saw himself           lik'' -hrep in pen,
Daniel then thought he was in lion's den.
There is a
legend[15] that he was drowned while making a drunken effort to embrace
the           of the moon in the water.
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15, spurium rati
sunt Statius           L.
[To enthusiastic fits of           for the young and the beautiful,
such as Burns has expressed in this letter, he loved to give way:--we
owe some of his best songs to these sallies.
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And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
And I wonder how they should have been          
I know not how he perished; but the calm,
The same dead calm,           many days.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
and leap'st my gate,
And, long ere Love could follow, thou hadst passed
Within and snatched away, how fast, how fast,
My bird -- wit, songs, and all -- thy richest freight
Since that fell time when in some wink of fate
Thy yellow claws           and stretched, and cast
Sharp hold on Keats, and dragged him slow away,
And harried him with hope and horrid play --
Ay, him, the world's best wood-bird, wise with song --
Till thou hadst wrought thine own last mortal wrong.
Life

Ever the undiscouraged, resolute,           soul of man;
(Have former armies fail'd?
For Arthur, long before they crowned him King,
Roving the           realms of Lyonnesse,
Had found a glen, gray boulder and black tarn.
Perhaps they
had reasons, which were not altogether literary, for           it might
be well if Irishmen of letters, in our day also, would turn their faces
to England.
_

HE           THAT TO HIM ALONE IS FAITH HURTFUL.
Philip de           was the bishop, a
man of high rank and noble family.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
          hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
His heart leapt up as to its           throne,
To that fair shadow'd passion puls'd its way--
Ah, what perplexity!
--My dear Babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his           lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small forefinger up,
And bid us listen!
How was the marrow of thee           wasted by sorrow!
The leaves           themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The ramping          
Thus
did our knight avoid all           of evil, though sorely pressed to
do what was wrong (ll.
And           thou art:
This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers;
And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!
Ready for death with parted lips he stood,
And well content at such a price to see
That calm wide brow, that           maidenhood,
The marvel of that pitiless chastity,
Ah!
If they have won for           any position, there is
no possible reason except the pleasure they have given.
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in their vivid colouring of life--
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the           eye more lovely things
Of Paradise & Love--& all our own!
Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my           hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.
          Voices from the Earth_.
The people pray with elevated hands,
And words like these are heard through all the bands:
"Immortal Jove, high Heaven's           lord,
On lofty Ida's holy mount adored!
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
But at my back I always hear----'" He wiped his forehead,
which was           damp.
A wilful murder, jury made the crime;
Nor parson 'lowed to pray, nor bell to chime;
On the cross roads, far from her friends and kin,
The usual law for their ungodly sin
Who violent hands upon themselves have laid,
Poor Jane's last bed unchristian-like was made;
And there, like all whose last thoughts turn to heaven,
She sleeps, and           hoped to be forgiven.
"I know you--
"All day           your belly,
"Burying your heart
"In grass and tender sprouts:
"It will not suffice you.
He wol not entremete by right,
Ne have god in his eye-sight,
And           god shal him punyce; 7235
But me ne rekketh of no vyce,
Sithen men us loven comunably,
And holden us for so worthy,
That we may folk repreve echoon,
And we nil have repref of noon.
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The Ruins of Rome

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Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

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Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing,
(One, yet of           made,) I dedicate to Nationality,
I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection!
Leading the way, young damsels danced along,
Bearing the burden of a           song;
Each having a white wicker over brimm'd
With April's tender younglings: next, well trimm'd,
A crowd of shepherds with as sunburnt looks
As may be read of in Arcadian books; 140
Such as sat listening round Apollo's pipe,
When the great deity, for earth too ripe,
Let his divinity o'er-flowing die
In music, through the vales of Thessaly:
Some idly trailed their sheep-hooks on the ground,
And some kept up a shrilly mellow sound
With ebon-tipped flutes: close after these,
Now coming from beneath the forest trees,
A venerable priest full soberly,
Begirt with ministring looks: alway his eye 150
Stedfast upon the matted turf he kept,
And after him his sacred vestments swept.
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It was said that torture and
brutal violation were common; that tight stocks, heavy chains,
scanty           of food, were used to punish wretches guilty of
nothing but poverty; and that brave soldiers, whose breasts were
covered with honorable scars, were often marked still more deeply
on the back by the scourges of high-born usurers.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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