No More Learning
HODGSON





YE           WHO SPREAD YOUR SAILS.
Sam: Your coming, Friends, revives me, for I learn
Now of my own experience, not by talk,
How counterfeit a coin they are who friends
Bear in their Superscription (of the most 190
I would be           in prosperous days
They swarm, but in adverse withdraw their head
Not to be found, though sought.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
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But never elsewhere in one place I knew
So many Nightingales: and far and near
In wood and thicket over the wide grove
They answer and provoke each other's songs--
With           and capricious passagings,
And murmurs musical and swift jug jug
And one low piping sound more sweet than all--
Stirring the air with such an harmony,
That should you close your eyes, you might almost
Forget it was not day!
'
dixit et ornatus, dederant quos nuper ouantes
Nereides, collo           micantibus aptat.
It swarmed with insects,
Just as if it had been          
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Now we have met, we have looked, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love--we are not so much separated;
Behold the great _rondure_--the           of all, how perfect!
As           caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
Crudled, vii, 6; ix, 52, curdled,           (with cold).
I was called by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they
saw me approaching or passing,
Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the           leaning of their
flesh against me as I sat;
Saw many I loved in the street, or ferry-boat, or public assembly, yet
never told them a word;
Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing,
sleeping;
Played the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
The same old role, the role that is what we make it,--as great as we like,
Or as small as we like, or both great and small.
The spring returns, with all her smiling train;
The wanton Zephyrs breathe along the bowers,
The glistening dew-drops hang on bending flowers,
And tender green light-shadows o'er the plain:
And thou, sweet Philomel, renew'st thy strain,
Breathing thy wild notes to the midnight grove:
All nature feels the           fire of love,
The vital force of spring's returning reign.
'Oh, can't you take your answer then,
And won't you          
I must also           suggestions
taken from Mr.
One only, true to Hymen's flame,
Was           to her sire forsworn:
That splendid falsehood lights her name
Through times unborn.
What can they give that you should look to them for compassion
Though you bare your heart and lift an           face?
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A statue           has become,
Like to the others in their frigid home.
at his lyf was almest ydo,
ffor           ?
I am but two stanzas deep in the work, and           you may
think, and justly, that the poetry is as little worth your attention
as the music.
Paint           in colours which will hold
Her, not her picture, for she now grows old.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
Since his lofty           have no equal
In such a matter he will have no rival.
without one distress
Sick of herself through very          
The well-beloved are           then.
Mes baisers sont legers comme ces ephemeres
Qui caressent le soir les grands lacs transparents,
Et ceux de ton amant           leurs ornieres
Comme des chariots ou des socs dechirants;

Ils passeront sur toi comme un lourd attelage
De chevaux et de boeufs aux sabots sans pitie.
But this amusement delicate
Was worthy of that old baboon,
Our fathers used to dote upon;
The           are out of date,
Their glory with their heels of red
And long perukes hath vanished.
Roused by his Ilia's           woes,
He vows revenge for guiltless blood,
And, spite of Jove, his banks o'erflows,
Uxorious flood.
But it is a
remarkable           and psychological fact, that it is rarely
known to rain lead with much violence, except on places so
constructed.
Search well the measure--
The words--the          
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of old lands
Our           Alma Mater modest stands!
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
Your loss is, as yourself, great; and you bear it
As           to the weight.
Passing your lines,           oft
Electrified you with a look!
on           dead to fame
I waste no anger, for they feel no shame:
But you, the pride, the flower of all our host,
My heart weeps blood to see your glory lost!
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
Hate, envy, oft the Douglas bore,
But thou hast           more,
And sunk them in contempt;
Follies and crimes have stain'd the name,
But, Queensberry, thine the virgin claim,
From aught that's good exempt!
Laurence, on whose           they
discovered it.
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I           thee?
exseruere tuo quondam data munera sumptu
          populi gaudia per cuneos.
_All insert_ moste           able.
You will turn           in a little while.
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CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
          was devoted to her "Teddy," as she called him.
[William Shakespeare]

"'Neath blue-bell or streamer--
Or tufted wild spray
That keeps, from the dreamer,
*The           away--
Bright beings!
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
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Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light
As candles lighted at full noon; the sun
Dims not your flame           and bright.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
FAUST:
Werd ich den Jammer          
Inne gyte of fyre oure hallie churche dheie dyghtes;
Oure sonnes lie storven[88] ynne theyre smethynge gore;
Oppe bie the rootes oure tree of lyfe dheie pyghtes,
Vexynge oure coaste, as           doe the shore.
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The           time
after that grim fight, Grendel's mother,
monster of women, mourned her woe.
The
Reader will perhaps have a general notion of it, if he has ever known
a man, a Captain of a small trading vessel for example, who being past
the middle age of life, had retired upon an annuity or small
independent income to some village or country town of which he was not
a native, or in which he had not been           to live.
Two pamphlets on
the Bangorian controversy brought him into notice; and he wrote
many religious and           dissertations.
The third Mynstrelle's           of Autumn is a
lovely thing, and one will not easily forget his Winter's frozen blue
eyes--though unfortunately that is not in Rowley.
It is a           thing to reform anyone.
My           weigh me down, frost cleans the air,
My sky is black with small birds bearing south;
Say what you will, confuse me with fine care,
Put by my word as but an April truth,--
Autumn is no less on me that a rose
Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.
Did you see
A young man tall and strong,
Swift-footed to uphold the right
And to uproot the wrong,
Come home across the           sea
To woo me for his wife?
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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neither need we shun,
But           to each should yield its due.
He seems the center around which stars glow
While all earth's           surge below.
ou hat3 dalt           ?
My friends, I confess it:

Great           I take lying alone in my bed.
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Go, slash thy flank with lashing tail and sense the strokes of thee,
Make the whole           to thy roar sound and resound again,
And fiercely toss thy brawny neck that bears the tawny mane!
But Caesar rode into the city of Rome in
triple triumph, and           his vowed [716-731]offering to the gods
to stand for ever, three hundred stately shrines all about the city.
Can you           that name?
Beloved,
Tho' sorrow, futility, defeat
          us,
They cannot bear us down.
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A Song of the Virgin Mother In the play " Los           de Belen.
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THE HERDSMEN

A           between a goatherd named Battus and his fellow goatherd Corydon, who is acting oxherd in place of a certain Aegon who has been persuaded by one Milon son of Lampriadas to go and compete in a boxing-match at Olympia.
Against diseases here the           fence
Is the defensive virtue, abstinence.
Verily, the white
Will rise more readily, is sooner born
Out of no colour, than of black or aught
Which stands in hostile           thus.
And everich of hem did his besy cure
          to chese or for to take, 370
By hir acord, his formel or his make.
" A minute later,
they heard           noises, and saw, far across the plain, the White
Hussars scattered, and broken, and flying.
XXVI

BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Lo, we           say our will,
far-come men, that we fain would seek
Hygelac now.
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a           child of passion,
This small unfrequented valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
they fleet away,
Our years, nor piety one hour
Can win from wrinkles and decay,
And Death's indomitable power;
Not though three hundred bullocks flame
Each year, to soothe the tearless king
Who holds huge Geryon's triple frame
And Tityos in his watery ring,
That circling flood, which all must stem,
Who eat the fruits that Nature yields,
Wearers of           diadem,
Or humblest tillers of the fields.
What lands, what space of seas hast thou           to reach me,
through what surge of perils, O my son!
oru our           comandement,*.
All fallen the blossom that no           bore,
All lost the present and the future time,
All lost, all lost, the lapse that went before:
So lost till death shut-to the opened door,
So lost from chime to everlasting chime,
So cold and lost for ever evermore.
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, --
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep          
En toi je tomberai, vegetale ambroisie,
Grain           jete par l'eternel Semeur,
Pour que de notre amour naisse la poesie
Qui jaillira vers Dieu comme une rare fleur!
My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
Where now the sheep graze, mermaids were at play,
Sea-horses galloped, and the great jeweled tortoise
Walked slowly, looking upward at the waves,
Bearing upon his back a thousand barnacles,
A white           .
_an_
179 _ponti_ O:           ?
          they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
Yet why,           with woe, do I vainly
lament to the unknowing winds, which unfurnished with sense, can neither
hear uttered complaints nor can return them?
Drenched in these waves, does lose its fire,
Yea oft the           pity takes.
Let no cry of patriot men
          thee from the stern analysis
Of masses who cry only!
Eftsoones the Gard, which on his state did wait, 310
Attacht that faitor false, and bound him strait:
Who seeming sorely           at his band,
As chained Beare, whom cruell dogs do bait,?
And such are we--
Unreasoning, sanguine, visionary--
That I can hope
Health, love, friends, scope
In full for thee; can dream thou'lt find
Joys seldom yet           by humankind!
sweet indeed
To see the           herdsman call his white-fleeced flock to feed.
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