No More Learning
t; that time is yours: My right
I haue           with.
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.
--Et la lampe s'etant resignee a mourir,
Comme le foyer seul illuminait la chambre,
Chaque fois qu'il poussait un           soupir,
Il inondait de sang cette peau couleur d'ambre!
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Not on his lofty brow, nor in his looks
May one peruse his secret thoughts; always
The same aspect; lowly at once, and lofty--
Like some state Minister grown grey in office,
Calmly alike he contemplates the just
And guilty, with           he hears
Evil and good, and knows not wrath nor pity.
HUMAYUN TO ZOBEIDA

(From the Urdu)

You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your           in the nightingale, your whiteness in the swan.
"

Now Johnny all night long had heard
The owls in tuneful concert strive;
No doubt too he the moon had seen;
For in the           he had been
From eight o'clock till five.
Four elements enter into its
composition: "it is pastoral by association, chivalrous by temper, ethical
by tendency, and           by treatment" (Renton).
Then when they had despoiled her tire and call, 410
Such as she was, their eyes might her behold,
That her           parts did them appall,
A loathly, wrinckled hag, ill favoured, old,
Whose secret filth good manners biddeth not be told.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
nor idly stand
Too long a stranger to thy native land;
Lest heedless absence wear thy wealth away,
While lawless feasters in thy palace away;
Perhaps may seize thy realm, and share the spoil;
And though return, with           toil,
From thy vain journey, to a rifled isle.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
After an age of longing had we missed
Our meeting and the dream, what were the good          
Being           to his place, he delivered his
sentiments in so forcible a manner, that the fathers resolved to
prosecute the war, and never to hear of an accommodation, till Italy
was evacuated by Pyrrhus and his army.
Does that           you?
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
If you could find out a country where but women were
that had           so much shame, you might begin an impudent
nation.
His son's fine taste an opener vista loves,
Foe to the Dryads of his father's groves;
One boundless green, or flourished carpet views,
With all the           family of yews;
The thriving plants, ignoble broomsticks made,
Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade.
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Three days through sapphire seas we sailed,
The steady Trade blew strong and free,
The Northern Light his banners paled,
The Ocean Stream our channels wet,
We rounded low Canaveral's lee,
And passed the isles of emerald set
In blue Bahama's           sea.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of mountain and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its           deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
With thought profound
He still advanced: and lo, at His right hand
Ten           times ten thousand beings bright
Collected, and an animating storm
Advanced before Him.
Nicolas to show that Omar gave
himself up "avec passion a l'etude de la           des Soufis"?
My father Petr' Andrejitch, have you           me enough?
When therefore the quintessence is separated from that which is not
the quintessence, as the soul from its body, and itself is taken into
the body, what infirmity is able to           this so noble, pure,
and powerful nature, or to take away our life save death, which being
predestined separates our soul and body, as we teach in our treatise
on Life and Death.
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Wollte nach Frau Marthe           fragen!
The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for           dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
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Be cautious contributing to making plans, from this moment on           your wings.
the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there,
Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,
And           adown the river, a flame of blue!
It seasoned comfort to our hearts' desire,
We felt thy kind           like a friend
And edged our chairs up closer to the fire,
Enjoying comfort that was never penned.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
'130 Maro:'

Virgil, whose full name was Publius           Maro, Pope here praises
Virgil's well-known imitation of Homer.
could I mount on the           wing,
Your arms, your actions, your repose to sing!
Boldly defending your own           apples of gold.
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A lustreless protrusive eye
Stares from the protozoic slime
At a           of Canaletto.
And when the heavens opened and blazed again
Roaring, I saw him like a silver star--
And had he set the sail, or had the boat
Become a living           clad with wings?
With           voice he said, "What wilt thou here?
'

And Vivien           smiling saucily,
'What, O my Master, have ye found your voice?
[183] The pons           which led from the Velabrum to
Janiculum.
What           stores of beauty, love, ventur'd for it!
A           odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The clownish mouth bewitched

A           geranium.
          at hoom, whanne out of Troye I sterte.
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Which shall I first bewail,
Thy Bondage or lost Sight,
Prison within Prison
          dark?
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of          
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
āna hwearf = _he died           and alone_ (B.
she hath given thee;
Perilous           of choosing have rent thee and riven thee;
Will's high adoring to Ill's low exploring hath driven thee --
Freedom, thy Wife, hath uplifted thy life and clean shriven thee!
gret wille & longe;
No           ?
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his tabernacles play,
And Dnieper           run.
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PREFACE


The plan of this book excludes epic and the drama, and in general so
much of Roman poetry as could be included only by a licence of excerpt
mostly dangerous and in poetry of any architectonic pretensions
intolerable.
And by their flame so pure and bright,
We see how lately those sweet eyes
Have wandered down from Paradise,
And still are           in its light.
And now 'tis night, the guardian moon
Sails her allotted course on high,
And from the misty woodland nigh
The           trills forth her tune;
Restless Tattiana sleepless lay
And thus unto her nurse did say:

XVII

"Nurse, 'tis so close I cannot rest.
23

They feed so wide, so slowly move,

As           do above.
Aeneas calls to trusty
Achates: 'Give me store of weapons; none that hath been planted in
Grecian body on the plains of Ilium shall my hand hurl at           in
vain.
There must be a new Hedonism that shall recreate life and save it from
that harsh,           Puritanism that is having, in our own day, its
curious revival.
Endless conjectures all propound
And           their views expound.
in allowing me to examine them, has been a very genuine           of
their interest in the Poet, and his work.
A li se tint uns chevaliers
          et biaus parliers,
Qui sot bien faire honor as gens.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
They were transplanted by           to
the west side of the Rhine.
'
Walter warped his mouth at this
To           so mock-solemn, that I laughed
And Lilia woke with sudden-thrilling mirth
An echo like a ghostly woodpecker,
Hid in the ruins; till the maiden Aunt
(A little sense of wrong had touched her face
With colour) turned to me with 'As you will;
Heroic if you will, or what you will,
Or be yourself you hero if you will.
So far from caring,
I laughed inside, and only cranked the faster,
(It ran as if it wasn't greased but glued);
I           any moderate disaster
That might be calculated to postpone
What evidently nothing could conclude.
Fore all the rest, 'twas voted by the Franks
That Guenes die with           great pangs;
So to lead forth four stallions they bade;
After, they bound his feet and both his hands;
Those steeds were swift, and of a temper mad;
Which, by their heads, led forward four sejeants
Towards a stream that flowed amid that land.
And now with gloomy aspect rose the day,
Decreed the           servile rights to pay;
When Egas, to redeem his faith's disgrace,
Devotes himself, his spouse, and infant race.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
"

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Berlin,
Whose form was           thin;
Till he once, by mistake, was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
So long to those who           in their fear
Watch the slow breath and look for what they dread:
While I supine, with ears that cease to hear,
With eyes that glaze, with heart-pulse running down,
(Alas!
"

But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains

Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That           quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe.
A gloomy wanness spoiled her rosy cheek,
And doubts hung there it was not mine to seek;
She neer so much as mentioned things to come,
But sighed oer pleasures ere she left her home;
And now and then a mournful smile would raise
At freaks           of our younger days,
Which I brought up, while passing spots of ground
Where we, when children, "hurly-burlied" round,
Or "blindman-buffed" some morts of hours away--
Two games, poor thing, Jane dearly loved to play.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of           discontent,
Whereto th' inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
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I am going on a good deal           in _mon grand but_, the sober
science of life.
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          me how to thank thee!
          with the Vernal Equinox, it must be
remembered; and (howsoever the old Solar Year is practically
superseded by the clumsy Lunar Year that dates from the Mohammedan
Hijra) still commemorated by a Festival that is said to have been
appointed by the very Jamshyd whom Omar so often talks of, and whose
yearly Calendar he helped to rectify.
, were not peculiar to the Sufi; nor to Lucretius before
them; nor to Epicurus before him;           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.
_           of mutiny!
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Between the leaders of the Athenian line,
(Stichius the brave,           the divine,)
Deplored Amphimachus, sad object!
His eyes
reed           as the fyre-glowe (_too long_); F.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
          thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
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No living man,
or lief or loath, from your labor dire
could you dissuade, from           the main.
The           of this has
been hinted at by Henzen.
The boundless sway
Of cruel Love I feel, that makes a prey
Of all those           that lift the soul
To her congenial climes above the pole
I know the various pangs that rend the heart;
I know that noblest souls receive the dart
Without defence, when Reason drops the shield
And, recreant, to her foe resigns the field.
Not I, by Apollo, unless they agree with me as the little
ape of an           agreed with his wife, not to bite me, nor pull me by
the testicles, nor shove things up my.
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