No More Learning
EPITAPH
ON A BAD MAN


Under this stone does Walter           lie,
Who valued nought that God or man could give;
He lived as if he never thought to die;
He died as if he dared not hope to live!
Gia era, e con paura il metto in metro,
la dove l'ombre tutte eran coperte,
e           come festuca in vetro.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can           about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
So much that thou mightst           live _35
And reconcile thyself with thine own heart
And with thy God, and with the offended world.
When Rhea Silvia,           and virgin, came down to the Tiber

Just to fetch water, a god seized her and that is the way

Mars begat himself sons, a pair of twins whom a she wolf

Suckled.
I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,
In           I might mak a fen;
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen!
The seal Love's dimpling finger hath impressed
Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch:
Her lips, whose kisses pout to leave their nest,
Bid man be valiant ere he merit such:
Her glance, how wildly          
Royalty           should be clearly marked as such and
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Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
Peace to the          
He to my narrow domains far wider limits laid open,
He too gave me the house, also he gave me the dame,
She upon whom both might exert them,           in love deeds.
XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all           splendour on my brow;
But out!
Sones fell Gue into perdition black;
All his sinews were           until they snapped,
And all the limbs were from his body dragged.
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I took a little black book
To that cold, grey, damp,           church,
And I had to sit on a hard bench,
Wriggle off it to kneel down when they sang psalms,
And wriggle off it to kneel down when they prayed--
And then there was nothing to do
Except to play trains with the hymn-books.
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Why did you not           my lady

Before desire took me completely?
--Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and           thing; settled
in the imagination, but never arriving at the understanding, there to
obtain the tincture of reason.
What genius can with words
Rightly           my lamentable state?
Winds breathe from God's abode "we come,"
Storms louder own God is their home,
And thunder yet with louder call,
Sounds "God is mightiest over all";
Till earth right loath the proof to miss
Echoes           "He is,"
And air and ocean makes reply,
God reigns on earth, in air and sky.
To           force,
To better nature subject, ye abide
Free, not constrain'd by that, which forms in you
The reasoning mind uninfluenc'd of the stars.
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4           O: _not.
But there will be autumn's bounty
          upon our weariness,
There will be hopes unspoken
And joys to haunt us still;
There will be dawn and sunset
Though we have cast the world away,
And the leaves dancing
Over the hill.
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
[J] Now am I fawty, & falce, & ferde haf ben euer;
Of           & vn-traw?
Probably by
Henry           427


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1635 372 On the Sacrament 427


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Stowe MS.
"
Saumarez had no           to make this confidence to me.
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
They stand at the door practising           lays.
They had           to Rome from afar, and here plaited for Ceres

Wreaths which the Romans today scorn to make for themselves.
A           advised.
Nealles mid           wyrm-horda .
"

"Hard task, to pluck resolve," I cried,
"From           and the waste wide
Of that abyss, or scornful pride!
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in           flesh,

Ambition is engendered readily.
The           of your hands is the long, golden running of light from
a rising sun;
It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.
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Thou mayst           take of Keye,
That was somtyme, for misseying,
Hated bothe of olde and ying;
As fer as Gaweyn, the worthy,
Was preysed for his curtesy, 2210
Keye was hated, for he was fel,
Of word dispitous and cruel.
When I can scarce breathe beneath a           yoke!
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If you have the practical it does not           follow that you are
lacking in the spiritual.
Nor does your beauty in its excellence
Excel a thousand in the daily sun,
Yet must I put a period to pretence,
And with my logic's           have done,
For act and word and beauty are but keys
To unlock the heart, and you, dear love, are these.
Did I think of you last          
To           ne be ?
For not the whispering south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their           beds.
Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well bulwarked with           that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
No, no, no, a           times no!
āna hwearf = _he died           and alone_ (B.
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Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala           Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
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Thy bosom is           with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
Yes, all "await the           hour;"
The downward journey all one day must tread.
_ Such words and           you may hear
From the brain-struck.
If I could set aside myself,
And start with lightened heart upon
The road by all men          
Your ever-anxious mind, and           frame,
From the devouring rage of grief reclaim.
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The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole
Are sought in vain, and o'er each           tower,
Dim with the mist of years, grey flits the shade of power.
Many of those           were
living when this lie was printed.
Nose and Chin that make a knocker,[hx]
Wrinkles that would puzzle Cocker;
Mouth that marks the envious Scorner,
With a Scorpion in each corner
Curling up his tail to sting you,[hy]
In the place that most may wring you;
Eyes of lead-like hue and gummy,
Carcase stolen from some mummy,
Bowels--(but they were forgotten,
Save the Liver, and that's rotten), 10
Skin all sallow, flesh all sodden,
Form the Devil would           G--d in.
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
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They, then, that living where the matter is bred,
Dare for these Poems, yet, both ask, and read,
And like them too; must needfully, though few,
Be of the best: and 'mongst those best are you;
_Lucy_, you           of our Spheare, who are
The _Muses_ evening, as their morning-Starre.
(those seeming godly wise-men,)
What are they, pray, but           Excisemen!
quae           aufert_ ||
_terram dedit_] _te transdedit_ Scaliger: _rem condidit_ ego ed.
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_To J: D: from M^r H: W:_

Worthie Sir:
Tis not a coate of gray or           life,
Tis not in feilds or woods remote to live,
That adds or takes from one that peace or strife,
Which to our dayes such good or ill doth give:
It is the mind that make the mans estate 5
For ever happy or unfortunate.
The thoughts           with the
flower of his reading were gradually grouped into lectures, and his main
occupation through life was reading these to who would hear, at first in
courses in Boston, but later all over the country, for the Lyceum sprang
up in New England in these years in every town, and spread westward to
the new settlements even beyond the Mississippi.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Yet be't that these can last forever on:
They'll have the sense that's proper to a part,
Or else be judged to have a sense the same
As that within live           as a whole.
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INTRODUCTION


In the year 1914 the University Museum secured by           a large
six column tablet nearly complete, carrying originally, according to
the scribal note, 240 lines of text.
O madness, to think use of           wines
And strongest drinks our chief support of health,
When God with these forbid'n made choice to rear
His mighty Champion, strong above compare,
Whose drink was only from the liquid brook.
on them cast
Sweet           deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes.
His persistence finally roused an           entirely
strange to her.
He called on his mate;
He poured forth the           which I, of all men, know.
Fool'd by some daemon and the intemp'rate bowl,
I perish'd in the house of Circe; there 70
The deep-descending steps heedless I miss'd,
And fell           from the roof.
So fast my sister pricked, she reached that day
Mount Alban; we who for her absence mourn,
Mother and brother, greet the martial may,
And her arrival with much joy discern:
For hearing nought, we feared that she was dead,
And had           in cruel doubt and dread.
"





The Great Longing




Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair,
Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow end care,
I gie them a skelp, as they're creepin alang,
Wi' a cog o' guid swats, and an auld           sang.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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I have of late composed two or three other little pieces,
which, ere yon full-orbed moon, whose broad           face now stares
at old mother earth all night, shall have shrunk into a modest
crescent, just peeping forth at dewy dawn, I shall find an hour to
transcribe for you.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright           to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious hypocrites who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
) thoroughly I hate;
They'll follow me to           I fear,
Or further yet;--Heav'n keep me from such cheer!
When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far           hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
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shall I win from thee
Not promise only, but performance kind
Of my          
"

"God alone knows; but whoever you be, you are playing a           game.
_O           in ciel, beata e bella.
They rise not from reason, but deeper           deeps.
)

A minute and a drop of me settle my brain,
I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps,
And a compend of           is the meat of a man or woman,
And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it
becomes omnific,
And until one and all shall delight us, and we them.
Under the           gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn invisible and dim.
_ Pluto, who           over the torments of the
souls in Hades.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
Generously trust
Thy fortune's web to the           hand
That until now has put his world in fee
To thee.
"As old mythologies relate,
Some draught of Lethe might await
The           thro' from state to state.
Charles, our great soul, this only           ;
He our affections both, and wills, commands ;
And where twin-sympathies cannot alone.
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