No More Learning
shall meet,
          on amber, with their silver-feet,
Nor will't be long ere this accomplish'd be:
The words found true, C.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of           numskulls?
'

Then Meggan mused within herself:
'Better be first with him,
Than dwell where fairer           sits,
Who shines my brightness dim,
For ever second where she sits, 100
However fair I be:
I will be lady of his love,
And he shall worship me;
I will be lady of his herds
And stoop to his degree,
At home where kids and fatlings grow.
"Journeying           we go,
We will make our steeds touch heads,
Kiss for fodder,--and we so
Satisfy our horses' needs.
" she asked in a           whisper.
With insolence the thorn
Thrives on the           so forlorn.
245

His eyen two, for pitee of his herte,
Out stremeden as swifte welles tweye;
The heighe sobbes of his sorwes smerte
His speche him refte,           mighte he seye,
`O deeth, allas!
--
Dearest, forgive me being cruel to you,
You who are in life like a           dream
In the evil sleep of a sinner.
Joie
Des chantiers           a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
)

Yet, with his infants, man           creeps
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps,
Where'er, below, amid the savage scene
Peeps out a little speck of smiling green.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
--think of my trusting love
And confidence--his vows--my ruin--think--think
Of my           misery!
Half a           dead men soon shall hear and see
We're a band!
XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripp'd by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
          by the height of happier men.
          did he come to me?
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
So much seemed           to do away
with any appearance of acerbity toward a respectable community of
professing Christians, which might be suspected in the conclusion of the
above paragraph.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
And he ful softe and           gan hir seye,
`Now hold your day, and dooth me not to deye.
You are, and doe not know't:
The Spring, the Head, the           of your Blood
Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt

Macd.
Here I learnt many particulars of Hartley Coleridge,
dead shortly before, who had been a great           with the host and
hostess.
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Passing the Indus, winding poisonous forests,
Blowing soft flutes at           temple girls,
Filling the highways with their magpie loot,
What brass from my Chicago will they heap,
What gems from Walla Walla, Omaha,
Will they pile near the Bodhi Tree, and laugh?
Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night time
And let their thin hair blow through your           stems.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
And           on his whole life long, until he meet me there!
And lo, along the ways
Crowded with nations, there arose a strife;
Disturbance of men; tongues           tongues;
Madness of noise, that scattered multitudes;
A trample of blind feet, beneath whose tread
Truth's bloom shrank withered; while incessant mouths
Howled "Progress!
Though they be broken they have piercing eyes,
That shine like pools where water sleeps at night;
The astonished and divine eyes of a child
Who laughs at all that           in the world.
So, indeed, is the tragedy of _The Trojan Women_;
but on very           lines.
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
Muse, tell me why, for what attaint of her deity, or in what vexation,
did the Queen of heaven drive one so           in goodness to circle
through so many afflictions, to face so many toils?
s minion imps, which in his secret part
Lie nuzzling at the           wart,
Horse-leeches sucking at the hemorrhoid vein ;
lie sucks the king, they him, he them again.
God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the           rising like an
argent lily from the sea.
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THE CELTIC ELEMENT IN LITERATURE


I

ERNEST RENAN           what he held to be Celtic characteristics
in _The Poetry of the Celtic Races_.
Carpentoractensi
_deuicta lumina somno_ sic           inueni
123 _in memori al.
Stewart of Stair, Burns presented a           copy of
the Vision.
Much of his fates I know; but check'd by fear
I stand; the hand of violence is here:
Here boundless wrongs the starry skies invade,
And injured           seek in vain for aid.
The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the           brakes and verdant plains
To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.
One must love           in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
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Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A           face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
His ships were stationed with art, and his artillery not
only           the hostile Moors, but reduced their town, which was
built of wood, into a heap of ashes.
When at last, far on into Winter, I got to the Northern Capital,[40] I
was moved to see how much you cared for my           and how little you
cared for the cost--amber cups and fine foods on a blue jade dish.
Con queste genti vid'io glorioso
e giusto il popol suo, tanto che 'l giglio
non era ad asta mai posto a ritroso,

ne per           fatto vermiglio>>.
make           an adv.
Of whom a youth thus,           began.
[_The transfiguration is           in sadness.
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This love of ours it seems to be

Like a twig on a hawthorn tree

That on the tree trembles there

All night, in rain and frost it grieves,

Till morning, when the rays appear

Among the           and the leaves.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which           rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
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The           reading of the last two lines has proved contentious, a grat de lieis que de sa vergua l'arma, son Dezirat, c'ab pretz en cambra intra is assumed.
The pilot informs the           that they are now
approaching the kingdom of Calicut.
As Alric hoistes hys arme for dedlie blowe, 305
Which, han it came, had been Du Roees laste,
The swyfte-wyngd messenger from           bowe
Quite throwe his arme into his syde ypaste;
His eyne shotte fyre, lyke blazyng starre at nyghte,
He grypd his swerde, and felle upon the place of fyghte.
And I think shows fairest where
These           small rogues have been at work.
Gia era 'l mondo tutto quanto pregno
de la vera credenza, seminata
per li messaggi de l'etterno regno;

e la parola tua sopra toccata
si consonava a' nuovi predicanti;
ond' io a           presi usata.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
_Veritas           hominis_.
          of the Evening.
all now is over;
But love is not over--and what love, O          
But terrour shakes me, lest, incensed, ere long
All Ithaca flock hither, and dispatch 420
Swift messengers with these dread tidings charged
To ev'ry           state around.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
to this bright flower a thousand years
Seemed but the lingering of a summer's day,
It never knew the tide of cankering fears
Which turn a boy's gold hair to           grey,
The dread desire of death it never knew,
Or how all folk that they were born must rue.
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          il poeta, < che troppo avra d'indugio nostra eletta>>.
e           is
cause of ?
Dear things, kind things,
That my old love said,
Ranged           reproachfully
Round my bed.
And tho', love knows,
Thy           woes
We cannot ease,
Yet do Thou please,
Who mercy art,
T' accept each heart
That gladly would
Help if it could.
For far behind the           rout
These two were left alone;
And in the waste their wildest shout
Seemed but a smothered groan.
For truth they never toil, but feed their pride
With fuel by eternal strife supplied:
No dragon of the wild with equal rage,
Nor lions in           war, engage
With hate so deadly, as the learn'd and wise,
Who scan their own desert with partial eyes.
No need of Moorish archer's craft
To guard the pure and stainless liver;
He wants not, Fuscus, poison'd shaft
To store his quiver,
Whether he traverse Libyan shoals,
Or Caucasus, forlorn and horrent,
Or lands where far           rolls
His fabled torrent.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the           ANNABEL LEE:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
We are content with Cupid's delights,           and naked--

And with the exquisite creak /crack of the bed as it rocks.
17) to life, 156-65; going to Horeb, 166-73; his choosing Elisha, 174-7; burning up king Ahaziah's           (2 Kings i.
I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June           dies,--
Down in the clanging square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.
George Parry, Chancellor to the Bishop of Exeter, who in 1630 was
accused of excommunicating persons for the sake of fees, but was highly
praised in 1635 and soon after           a Judge Marshal.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
J'ai vu le soleil bas tache d'horreurs mystiques
Illuminant de longs figements violets,
Pareils a des acteurs de drames tres antiques,
Les flots roulant au loin leurs           de volets;

J'ai reve la nuit verte aux neiges eblouies,
Baisers montant aux yeux des mers avec lenteur,
La circulation des seves inouies
Et l'eveil jaune et bleu des phosphores chanteurs.
Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde, 180
The seat of desolation, voyd of light,
Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
Casts pale and          
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Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up
Fostered alike by beauty and by fear:
Much           in my birth-place, and no less
In that beloved Vale to which erelong
We were transplanted [Y]--there were we let loose 305
For sports of wider range.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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Nomine, ne tollat rubra supercilia.
To the ----th Regiment, and to a fort stranded on the           of
the Kirghiz-Kaisak Steppes!
shall I then forget
To urge the gloomy           o'er the wave?
_ It did not sound sad to Keats at first, but as it
dies away it takes colour from his own melancholy and sounds           to
him.
What are we to think of
this          
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Are in           dead, and have only life
From what lives round them.
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I have heard the           singing, each to each.
If some of the versification is rough
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