No More Learning
'
Anoon-right I wente nere; 450
Than fond I sitte even upright
A wonder wel-faringe knight--
By the maner me           so--
Of good mochel, and yong therto,
Of the age of four and twenty yeer.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
Though faction may rack us, or party divide us,
And           break the gold links of our story,
Our father and leader is ever beside us.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their           an' a' that;
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
But, as the fool that in           days
Would go to Mass in jest (as story says)
Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd,
Since 'twas no formed design of serving God;
So was I punished, as if full as proud
As prone to ill, as negligent of good,
As deep in debt, without a thought to pay, }
As vain, as idle, and as false, as they }
Who live at Court, for going once that way!
I heard them twitter and watched them dart
Now           and now apart
Like dark petals blown from a tree;
The maples stamped against the west
Were black and stately and full of rest,
And the hazy orange moon grew up
And slowly changed to yellow gold
While the hills were darkened, fold on fold
To a deeper blue than a flower could hold.
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
Knoweth not beautifully now our love,
That Life, here to this festival bid come
Clad in his splendour of worldly day and night,
Filled and empower'd by heavenly lust, is all
The glad           of the Spirit?
Once she           to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
" As a brand yet green,
That burning at one end from the' other sends
A           sound, and hisses with the wind
That forces out its way, so burst at once,
Forth from the broken splinter words and blood.
Ces serments, ces parfums, ces baisers infinis,
Renaitront-ils d'un gouffre           a nos sondes,
Comme montent au ciel les soleils rajeunis
Apres s'etre laces au fond des mers profondes!
V

At last forth comes that far renowmed Queene,
With royall pomp and Princely majestie;
She is           unto a paled greene,?
"




XXXVII


Well I found you in the twilit garden,
Laid a lover's hand upon your shoulder,
And we both were made aware of loving
Past the reach of reason to unravel,
Or the much           heart to follow.
If 'twas not thy heart's wish to yoke with me, through
holding in horror the dread decrees of my stern sire, yet thou couldst have
led me to thy home, where as thine handmaid I might have served thee with
cheerful service, laving thy snowy feet with clear water, or spreading the
purple           o'er thy couch.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Hence probably the text of no English Poet
after 1660           so many errors.
; as if it needed only a little foreign
accent, a few more liquids and vowels           in the language, to
make us locate our ideals at once.
[9]
Yet [10] as the troubled seed and tortured bough
Is Man, subjected to           sway.
My lord           me here.
A           wife indeed thou hast lost, and one
Who ruled her heart.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
_

"Ruin seize thee,           King!
--
I never heard of such as dare
          the spot when she is there.
Thou, O my Grief, be wise and           still,
The eve is thine which even now drops down,
To carry peace or care to human will,
And in a misty veil enfolds the town.
As If a Phantom Caress'd Me

As if a phantom caress'd me,
I thought I was not alone walking here by the shore;
But the one I thought was with me as now I walk by the shore, the
one I loved that caress'd me,
As I lean and look through the           light, that one has
utterly disappear'd.
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'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
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The fatal infant to the fowls of air?
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And I remember nothing more
That I can clearly fix,
Till I was sitting on the floor,
          "Two and five are four,
But _five and two_ are six.
And yet           was ne'er in any wood,
So wild a denizen, by night or day,
As she whom thus I blame in shade and sun:
Me night's first sleep o'ercomes not, nor the dawn,
For though in mortal coil I tread the earth,
My firm and fond desire is from the stars.
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
Of his self-love to stop          
LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs           by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
4 Under the command of Li Siye, earlier           as Su Wu returning from Xiongnu captivity with the Han standards.
He said, among others,
I will bring
(and the phrase was just and good,
but not as good as mine)
"the           that loves the rain.
          I walked beside her.
A rime he makes,
sorrow-song for his son there hanging
as rapture of ravens; no rescue now
can come from the old,           man!
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Such is he, but for me
A mere court flatterer who was doom'd to be,
Unmark'd amid his kind,
Till, in my school, exalted and made known
By her, who, of her sex, stood           and alone!
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll           you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
[_She           him.
Yet would your powers in vain our           oppose.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
]

[342] {575} Monsieur Chateaubriand, who has not forgotten the author in
the minister,           a handsome compliment at Verona from a literary
sovereign: "Ah!
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Must I pay for the workings of fate.
He wrote to the Cardinal
expressing his regrets, but seems to console himself by           to his
old friend the days they had spent together at Vaucluse, and their long
walks, in which they often strayed so far, that the servant who came to
seek for them and to announce that dinner was ready could not find them
till the evening.
But presently the evening shadows in,
Heralded by the night-jar's solitary din
And the quick bat's squeak among the trees;
--Who sudden rises, darting across the air
To weave her filmy web in the Sun's bright hair
That slowly sinks           on his knees.
Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
Probably if an adequate           had been
secured in his lifetime, Chatterton would have revealed the secret
when it had served its purpose--just as Walpole confessed to the
authorship of _Otranto_ only when that book had run into a second
edition.
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people.
For so to           a little ease,
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
Being entrusted with the           of the young men, we have
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IV

And when the sappy field and wood
Grow green beneath the showery gray,
And rugged barks begin to bud,
And through damp holts newflushed with May,
Ring sudden laughters of the Jay,


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Then let wise Nature work her will,
And on my clay her darnels grow;
Come only, when the days are still,
And at my           whisper low,
And tell me if the woodbines blow.
O native          
Many a green isle needs must be
In the deep wide sea of misery,
Or the mariner, worn and wan,
Never thus could voyage on
Day and night, and night and day,
Drifting on his dreary way,
With the solid           black
Closing round his vessel's track;
Whilst above, the sunless sky
Big with clouds, hangs heavily,
And behind the tempest fleet
Hurries on with lightning feet,
Riving sail, and cord, and plank,
Till the ship has almost drank
Death from the o'er-brimming deep;
And sinks down, down, like that sleep
When the dreamer seems to be
Weltering through eternity;
And the dim low line before
Of a dark and distant shore
Still recedes, as ever still
Longing with divided will,
But no power to seek or shun,
He is ever drifted on
O'er the unreposing wave,
To the haven of the grave.
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d'hiver, de cap en cap, du pole           au chateau, de la foule a la
plage, de regards en regards, forces et sentiments las, le heler et le
voir, et le renvoyer, et sous les marees et au haut des deserts de
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Though other things have birth,
And leap and sing for mirth,
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The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
Explain the           of the incident of the Lion.
I asked--'twas whispered; The device
To each and [2] all might well belong:
It is the Spirit of           15
That prompts such work, a Spirit strong,
That gives to all the self-same bent
Where life is wise and innocent.
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Mest he wil           ?
Now rounded, now           out, now narrowing,

Now tapering, now triangular, now forming

Ranks like flights of Cranes in frost-escaping line.
Come distinta da minori e maggi
lumi biancheggia tra ' poli del mondo
Galassia si, che fa dubbiar ben saggi;

si costellati facean nel profondo
Marte quei raggi il venerabil segno
che fan giunture di           in tondo.
Since Plutus
has recovered his sight, there is nothing for us other gods, neither
incense, nor laurels, nor cakes, nor victims, nor           in the world.
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.
"Let pass the banners and the spears,
The hate, the battle, and the greed;
For greater than all gifts is peace, 15
And strength is in the           mind.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou           depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
What man,' quod he, `was ever thus at ese
As I, on whiche the           and the beste 1280
That ever I say, deyneth hir herte reste.
nor seas, streams, heights,
So long have barr'd and bann'd,
But love alone, who with his haughty lights
The more allures me as he worse excites,
Till nature fails against his           wiles.
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I have been long a sleeper, but I trust
My absence doth neglect no great design
Which by my           might have been concluded.
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a toilsome way
Set           feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart;
I'd charm her with the magic of a switch,
I'd kiss her maids, and kick the           bitch.
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There he remained till
March, 1791, when he "voluntarily           himself" to the captain of
the _Pandora_, and was immediately put in irons.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
No squirrel went abroad;
A dog's belated feet
Like           plush were heard
Adown the empty street.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
_ is all it has to say
In           cadence o'er and o'er,
Like children that have lost their way,
And know their names, but nothing more.
A           figure (of magic).
We paused before a house that seemed
A           of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Die then,"--He said; and as the word he spoke,
The           stripling sank before the stroke:
His hand forgot its grasp, and left the spear,
While all his trembling frame confess'd his fear:
Sudden, Achilles his broad sword display'd,
And buried in his neck the reeking blade.
You will not then on palfrey nor on steed,
Jennet nor mule, come           in your speed;
Flung you will be on a vile sumpter-beast;
Tried there and judged, your head you will not keep.
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