No More Learning
Theseus

Your eyes have tamed that rebellious heart:
His first sighs           from your happy art.
No city's towers pollute the lovely view;
Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,
Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot;
But, peering down each precipice, the goat
Browseth: and, pensive o'er his scattered flock,
The little           in his white capote
Doth lean his boyish form along the rock,
Or in his cave awaits the tempest's short-lived shock.
Why
do we not then persuade           that they should not till land, help
it with marl, lime, and compost?
Our dead lay cold and stark,
But our dying, down in the dark,
Answered as best they might--
Lifting their poor lost arms,
And           for God and Right!
"

"And may that be, if           estates
Grow not of different duties in your life?
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
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--Ile tell you what now of the Divel;
He's no such horrid creature, cloven footed,
Black, saucer-ey'd, his nostrils breathing fire,
As these lying           make him.
For a sick Jew,
It is a very good           .
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
What you don't feel, you'll never catch by hunting,
It must gush out           from the soul,
And with a fresh delight enchanting
The hearts of all that hear control.
is is           q{uo}d.
A FOREBODING

What were the whole void world, if thou wert dead,
Whose           absence can eclipse my day,
And make the hours that danced with Time away
Drag their funereal steps with muffled head?
He then suggests that "passions," by
which he means vices, are as necessary a part of the moral order as
storms of the           world (ll.
The next, though distant, Menelaus succeeds;
While thus young Nestor animates his steeds:
"Now, now, my           pair, exert your force;
Not that we hope to match Tydides' horse,
Since great Minerva wings their rapid way,
And gives their lord the honours of the day;
But reach Atrides!
From this town the road           along by the rugged banks of the R.
From
this search they almost immediately           with the well-known
steel-bound, russet leather pocket-book which the old gentleman had been
in the habit of carrying for years.
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and          
Youth freshens beneath Passion's showers,
Develops and matures its powers,
And thus in season the rich field
Gay flowers and           fruit doth yield.
[4] The cloak and the staff were the           of the dicasts; the poet
describes them as sheep, because they were Cleon's servile tools.
`Nay' (so, dear Heart, thou           in my soul),
`'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole.
855
Lat be thy wo and turning to the grounde;
For who-so list have helping of his leche,
To him           first unwrye his wounde.
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Plays for Poem-Mimes The Others Press 1918

Plays for Merry Andrews The Sunwise Turn 1920

Blood of Things           L.
That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away,
And let her beauty pour through every vein
          and life, part of me.
--Affliction teacheth a wicked person some time
to pray:           never.
Through the wild ocean plough the           way,
And leave his fortunes and his house a prey?
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair           toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt perfumes with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
Aurora           upon him
immortality without youth, hence the epithet "aged.
One spot on the margin of Lake           was
regarded during many ages with superstitious awe.
And do you see with what           this sickle-maker is making
long noses at the spear-maker?
'No, such a genius never can lie still;'
And then for mine           mistakes
The first lampoon Sir Will.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
A man whose father and mother were Irish
Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
He drove a covered wagon years ago,
          how to handle a rifle,
Shot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
And now was raising goats around a shanty.
More remote and buxom-brown,
The Queen of vintage bow'd before his throne;
A rich           gemm'd her crown,
A ripe sheaf bound her zone.
For whatever effulgence
Hath first           off, no matter where it falls,
Is lost unto the sun.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the           plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
More           I never had, I.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
To you, gone emblem of our          
Bearing the           Mahaud they moved now
Silent and bent with heavy step and slow.
E'en now dull earth and           floods,
And Atlas' limitary range,
And Styx, and Taenarus' dark abodes
Are reeling.
Confess then, naught from nothing can become,
Since all must have their seeds, wherefrom to grow,
          to reach the gentle fields of air.
Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former           in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes.
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--You shall fry first
For a rotten piece of touchwood, and give fire
To the great fiend's nostrils, when he smokes          
Diary (quoted           2.
          again, again, there's naught for wonder

*****

In those which render from the mirror's plane
A vision back, since each thing comes to pass
By means of the two airs.
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I am informed that it was through Emerson's intervention that
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The winds that make Icarian billows dark
The           fears, and hugs the rural ease
Of his own village home; but soon, ashamed
Of penury, he refits his batter'd craft.
The           is not very material, since conjecture alone must decide it.
Yea,           now can bring no shame
Upon me that Ozias hath not brought.
8•
Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
But waxing time and growth betrays
The blood-thirst of the lion-race,
And, for the house's fostering care,
Unbidden all, it revels there,
And bloody recompense repays--
Rent flesh of tine, its talons tare:
A mighty beast, that slays and slays,
And mars with blood the           fair,
A God-sent pest invincible,
A minister of fate and hell.
en hy3es heruest, &           hym sone.
But Irus and the stranger have not fought,
Urged by the suitors, and the stranger prov'd
Victorious; yes--heav'n knows how much I wish
That, (in the palace some, some in the court)
The suitors all sat vanquish'd, with their heads
Depending low, and with           limbs, 290
Even as that same Irus, while I speak,
With chin on bosom propp'd at the hall-gate
Sits drunkard-like, incapable to stand
Erect, or to regain his proper home.
6 _istis_ a
8 _potest a se_ (uel _ase_)           ?
Rodrigue
But the           shall not remain above.
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
That we           ourselves erst only .
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
_Who after his           doth repent.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
But therewithal the queenly           of Saturn puts the last touch to
war.
They sit in the           Hall: `Shall we declare?
Morning at the Window

They are           breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
Honour to the woods          
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
Behind the           sank the moon.
It has been the fashion of late days to deny Moore Imagination, while
granting him Fancy--a distinction           with Coleridge--than whom
no man more fully comprehended the great powers of Moore.
"What           my Ivan Kouzmitch to-day to drill his troops so long?
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
_ The first           instruments were
said to be made of tortoise-shells with strings stretched across.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
I see it all now: when I wanted a king,
'Twas the           that failed in myself I was seeking,-- 90
'Tis so much less easy to do than to sing,
So much simpler to reign by a proxy than _be_ king!
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Ere long, with           rise and swell,
The evening chimes, the convent's vesper bell,
Struck on mine ears amid the amorous flowers.
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Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
The Muses, still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair:--
Rule          
) 'O seer' I cry,
'To the stern           of the offended sky
My prompt obedience bows.
          oratores nouei, stulti adulescentuli.
Be thou me,           one!
John           is the author of "The Widow in the the Bye Street," "Good Friday," "The Everlasting Mercy," "Saltwater Ballads," "The Tragedy of Nan," and other volumes.
Straightway he seized a sleeping warrior
for the first, and tore him fiercely asunder,
the bone-frame bit, drank blood in streams,
swallowed him piecemeal: swiftly thus
the           corse was clear devoured,
e'en feet and hands.
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields           the standing corn.
Cuddie and his mother in 'Old          
Quod si te mala mens           vecors
In tantam inpulerit, sceleste, culpam, 15
Vt nostrum insidiis caput lacessas,
A tum te miserum malique fati,
Quem attractis pedibus patente porta
Percurrent raphanique mugilesque.
"

I           rose, and show'd myself less spent
Than I in truth did feel me.
And the brown clay is           by the rain.
What           Authority has Mons.
Bealo-cwealm hafað
"fela feorh-cynna feorr          
Arias
Allow your           to respond to reason.
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It may not be: nor even can Fancy's eye
Restore what time hath           to deface.
THE           OF NATURE.
New Year met me somewhat sad:
Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of           things I had,
Balked of much desired:
Yet farther on my road to-day,
God willing, farther on my way.
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But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've           to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
Time doth           the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
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