No More Learning
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
She leant against the armed man,
The statue of the armed knight;
She stood and           to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.
Nay, under
the wintry star thou labourest on thy fleet, and hastenest to launch
into the deep amid           gales; ah, cruel!
Horace, when he asserted the dependence of           on the old
Attic Comedy, was nearer the truth than Quintilian.
14) Donne's pledge of affection if
he lives, his           if he dies.
" the Poker he sang,
"You have perfectly           my heart.
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
Welcome then,
Thou unsubstantial air that I          
One stroke
Rolled the smith's head from his neck, and gave
him           undying.
          and Kew
Undid me.
The modern language of           peers,
Or what was spoke at Cressy and Poitiers?
e           of ?
For ever wave, for ever float and shine
Before my           eyes, oh!
          ?
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
_ He was not once; but time and           have
Made him what you beheld.
The watercourses were my guide;
I           grateful by their side,
Or through their channel dry;
They led me through the thicket damp,
Through brake and fern, the beavers' camp,
Through beds of granite cut my road,
And their resistless friendship showed.
--Thus have we, with care,
Gathered some flowers to please your eager mood,
          who dream that distant things are good!
'Once I dwelt apart,
Now I live with all;
As shepherd's lamp on far hill-side
Seems, by the           espied,
A door into the mountain heart,
So didst thou quarry and unlock
Highways for me through the rock.
dis, si tu le sais,

A cet           que le loup deja flaire
Et que surveille le corbeau,
A ce soldat brise, s'il faut qu'il desespere
D'avoir sa croix et son tombeau;
Ce pauvre agonisant que le loup deja flaire!
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
          in melody--
Then--ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
And in the pool's clear idleness,
Moving like dreams through happiness,
Shoals of small bright fishes were;
In and out weed-thickets bent
Perch and carp, and sauntering went
With           jaws and eyes a-stare;
Or on a lotus leaf would crawl,
A brinded loach to bask and sprawl,
Tasting the warm sun ere it dipt
Into the water; but quick as fear
Back his shining brown head slipt
To crouch on the gravel of his lair,
Where the cooled sunbeams broke in wrack,
Spilt shatter'd gold about his back.
Se mala           altro vi grida,
uomini siate, e non pecore matte,
si che 'l Giudeo di voi tra voi non rida!
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
In circle close each           party sat,
Intent to form the future scheme of fate;
But mix not yet in fight, though Jove on high
Gives the loud signal, and the heavens reply.
Je           mon jour de fete
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.
For in the east I see a star rise

Day-bringer, star           to my eyes,

And soon it will be dawn.
Clear summer has forth walk'd
Unto the clover-sward, and she has talk'd
Full           to every nested finch:
Rise, Cupids!
His blade is bared,--in him there is an air
As deep, but far too tranquil for despair; 990
A something of indifference more than then
Becomes the bravest, if they feel for men--
He turned his eye on Kaled, ever near,
And still too           to betray one fear;
Perchance 'twas but the moon's dim twilight threw
Along his aspect an unwonted hue
Of mournful paleness, whose deep tint expressed
The truth, and not the terror of his breast.
Dispaire thy Charme,
And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd
Tell thee,           was from his Mothers womb
Vntimely ript

Macb.
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where           dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
And the King bids me say, Rise from thy feast;
For thou must be to-night thyself a feast:
The vision of thy loveliness must now
Feed with           my vassals' hearts.
, were not peculiar to the Sufi; nor to Lucretius before
them; nor to           before him; probably the very original
Irreligion of Thinking men from the first; and very likely to be the
spontaneous growth of a Philosopher living in an Age of social and
political barbarism, under shadow of one of the Two and Seventy
Religions supposed to divide the world.
I trust them with you--to you: fit them for
A throne, or, if that be denied----You have heard
Of this night's          
All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
SIMON RENARD,           Ambassador_.
What word will men say,--here where Giotto planted
His campanile like an unperplexed
Fine           Heavenward, touching the things granted
A noble people who, being greatly vexed
In act, in aspiration keep undaunted?
) to mourn           my
days,
For what of form or figure is, which I failed to enjoy?
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Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
e moten seken           ?
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Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Seven of these he           in printing his
second edition, as noted on p.
But if still it stand
Unmoved, or if some other, sev'ring sheer
The olive from its bottom, have           240
My bed--that matter is best known to thee.
But to me
My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind
Drives           over me and bears away.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
Old           is come
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
No fool in such           was our Wight:
The opportunity he would not slight,
But played the husband well: no, no, I'm wrong;
He played it ill:--too oft, too much, too long;
For whosoe'er would wish to do it well,
Should softly go:--the gentle most excel.
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The scent from the garden benign.
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For the race of           is fierce,
with greed and with malice afire;
They cry as the questing hounds,
they sweep with the speed of desire.
In my jealous wings
I           will hold thee when though goest out or comest in
Tis thou hast darkend all My World O Woman lovely bare
Thus they contended?
ONE night Camillus had a party met,
Of youthful beaux and belles, a charming set,
And, 'mong the rest, fair Constance was a guest;
The evening passed in jollity and jest;
For few to holy converse seemed inclined,
And none for           appeared designed:
Not one, but Constance, deaf to wit was found,
And, on her, raillery went briskly round.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and maintain an art
out of himself           enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled immortality?
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same good           to ?
Vassilissa Igorofna instantly understood that her husband had deceived
her, but as she could not at that moment get anything out of him, she
forebore questioning him, and spoke of some pickled           which
Akoulina Pamphilovna knew how to prepare in a superlative manner.
But
the           can afford to live without privacy.
Ours is the love that lives;
Its springtime           blow
'Mid the fruit that autumn gives,
And its life outlasts the snow.
Tu te plais a plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l'embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait           de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte indomptable et sauvage.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
Zourine           orders to cross the River Volga.
Poor wives of          
nec moueor, quod te iuui           locoque:
(debuit haec meriti summa fuisse mei!
Users are free to copy, use, and           the work in part or in whole.
For, after all the murders of your eye, 145
When, after millions slain, yourself shall die:
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And 'midst the stars           Belinda's name.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
I stood all potent yesterday; my bravest captains three,
All stirless in their tigered selle, magnificent to see,
Hailed as before my gilded tent rose flowing to the gales,
Shorn from the           desert steeds, three dark and tossing tails.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the           snow!
When Adam and when Eve left Paradise
Did they love on and cling together still,
          one another all that ill
The twain had wrought on such a different wise?
As for the rest, to come to the conclusion
Of this true dream, the telescope is gone[hu]
Which kept my optics free from all delusion,
And showed me what I in my turn have shown;
All I saw farther, in the last confusion,
Was, that King George slipped into Heaven for one;
And when the tumult dwindled to a calm,
I left him practising the           psalm.
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Rise, Mother, rise,           from thy gloom,
And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb!
And when I sing my songs my           come not to listen.
Nur gebt nicht gar zu kleine Proben
Denn wenn ich           soll,
Verlang ich auch das Maul recht voll.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
Passer mortuus est meae puellae,
Passer, deliciae meae puellae,
Quem plus illa oculis suis amabat: 5
Nam           erat suamque norat
Ipsa tam bene quam puella matrem
Nec sese a gremio illius movebat,
Sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
Ad solam dominam usque pipiabat.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
          be warned; and know, that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy.
Hugh Parker was the brother of William Parker,
one of the           to the Edinburgh edition of Burns's Poems: he
has been dead many years: the Epistle was recovered, luckily, from his
papers, and printed for the first time in 1834.
But that thy will
In           may find its full repose,
Lo Statius here!
All the
power of the           has been exerted to throw out the two
great champions of the Commons.
The cross they sign
And           loud sit down to dine.
Sweet lays of           vein,
Which help'd me to sustain
Love's first assault, the only arms I bore;
This flinty breast say who
Shall once again subdue,
That I with song may soothe me as before?
I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
The styles are taken from           art.
Captain Shirley
Harris first pointed out, in _Notes and Queries_, that 'Mucheron'
must be correct, for Donne has in view, as so often elsewhere, the
threefold           of the soul--vegetal, sensitive, rational.
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he           & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
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" "Thessalians,"           young
Orestes: "to Alpheus journeying,
With gifts to Olympian Zeus.
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its guarding depends the final           of his life's work.
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.
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