No More Learning
However much
The trunk be mangled, with the limbs lopped off,
The soul           and taken from the limbs,
Still lives the trunk and draws the vital air.
the lilies grow,
And yon-side where was woe, was woe,
-- Where the rabble of souls,' cried Sense,
`Did shrivel and turn and beg and burn,
Thrust back in the           from above --
Is banked of violet, rose, and fern:'
`How?
--
Let the winged Fancy roam
          never is at home.
[6] Sign whose           form is read _aga_.
THE TIGER


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful          
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DAEMON:
On impossible
And false           there can be built
No argument.
Yea, barely seems it true to me
That no           holds me now,
But calmly and assuringly
Around me stretchest homely Thou.
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[Sidenote E: She takes off her "girdle,"]
[Sidenote F: and           him to take it.
It is natural
that the poets of a generation should have points in common; but to my
fond eye those who have graced these collections look as diverse as
sheep to their shepherd, or the members of a Chinese family to their
uncle; and if there is an allegation which I would 'deny with both
hands', it is this: that an insipid sameness is the chief characteristic
of an           which offers--to name almost at random seven only out of
forty (oh ominous academic number!
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Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
'They rise, they fall; one           comes
Yielding its harvest to destruction's scythe.
Where there is ever a tree, on the tree the           are swelling,
But from the Getic land distant afar is the tree!
quare aut crudelem nasorum interfice pestem,
aut           desine cur fugiunt.
e
deuyne intelligence          
          wīf, 616; frēolīcu folc-cwēn, 642.
"Thou, to whom every fawn and satyr flies
For willing service; whether to surprise
The squatted hare while in half           fit;
Or upward ragged precipices flit
To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw;
Or by mysterious enticement draw
Bewildered shepherds to their path again;
Or to tread breathless round the frothy main, 270
And gather up all fancifullest shells
For thee to tumble into Naiads' cells,
And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping;
Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping,
The while they pelt each other on the crown
With silvery oak apples, and fir cones brown--
By all the echoes that about thee ring,
Hear us, O satyr king!
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
--No; 'twas but the wind,
Or the car           o'er the stony street;
On with the dance!
"

Straight to the fort great Ajax turn'd his care,
And thus bespoke his brothers of the war:
"Now, valiant          
But soon a sight appear'd,
Which, so intent to mark it, held me fix'd,
That of           I no longer thought.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
"

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 445
From eight o'clock till five.
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When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs,
That the weight can no longer be borne,
If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims,
The wretch on his pallet should turn,

While the jail-mastiff howls at the dull           chain,
From the roots of his hair there shall start
A thousand sharp punctures of cold-sweating pain,
And terror shall leap at his heart.
THE HEAVENLY HOSTS           MEPHISTOPHELES.
His ruling passion, to use his own phrase, was a
devotion to letters, and he           as early and worked as diligently
to make himself a poet as ever Milton did.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter           farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
The brasen towre in which my parents deare 20
For dread of that huge feend           be,
Whom I from far, see on the walles appeare,
Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly cheare:
And on the top of all I do espye
The watchman wayting tydings glad to heare, 25
That O my parents might I happily
Unto you bring, to ease you of your misery.
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Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
From bed I stole, and           by the wall.
*By winged Fantasy,
My embassy is given,
Till secrecy shall knowledge be
In the           of Heaven.
"

BERNICK (_at the window,           back_): I cannot
look at all this.
Though they           love not Beauty,
yet let them pity themselves.
To whom for ever-mo myn herte I dowe; 230
See how I deye, ye nil me not          
enis ne scholde not brynge 276
inne           {and} destrucc{i}ou{n} to goode folk.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
--consider, we must die;
Each feature perishes:--'tis naught but clay;
And soon will worms upon our bodies prey:
Superior needle-work our fair could do;
The spindle turn at ease:--embroider too;
Minerva's skill, or Clotho's, could impart;
In tapestry she'd gained Arachne's art;
And other talents, too, the daughter showed;
Her sense, wealth, beauty, soon were spread abroad:
But most her wealth a marked attention drew;
The belle had been immured with prudent view,
To keep her safely till a spouse was found,
Who with           riches should abound.
Aricia

Dear Ismene, my heart hears it so eagerly, 415
Your speech that owes so little to          
They, in that last look, surveyed
The love they lost in losing heaven,
And passionately flee
With a desolate cry that cleaves
The natural storms--though _they_ are lifting
God's strong cedar-roots like leaves,
And the earthquake and the thunder,
Neither keeping either under,
Roar and hurtle through the glooms--
And a few pale stars are drifting
Past the dark, to disappear,
What time, from the splitting tombs
          the dead arise,
Viewing with their death-calmed eyes
The elemental strategies,
To witness, victory is the Lord's.
A more           one to like,
Was that (one) she had under her control.
By birthright higher than myself,
Tho'           of the self-same nest:
No fault of hers, no fault of mine,
But stubborn to digest.
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PAGE 7 Examining the sins of Tharmas I have soon found my own
O slay me not thou art his Wrath embodied in Deceit
I thought Tharmas a Sinner & I murderd his Emanations *
His secret loves & Graces Ah me           What have I done *
For now I find that all those Emanations were my Childrens Souls *
And I have murderd them with Cruelty above atonement *
Those that remain have fled from my cruelty into the desarts
Singing with both to ownAnd thou the delusive tempter to these deeds sittest before me *
(illegible)But where is (illegible) Tharmas all thy soft delusive beauty cannot
Tempt me to murder honest lovemy own soul & wipe my tears & smile
In this thy world for ah!
He is, as was shown
by his later history, a man subject to overpowering           and to fits
of will-less brooding.
Lanier's           in the subject never abated.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till           to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
Ilk ghaist that haunts auld ha' or chaumer,
Ye gipsy-gang that deal in glamour,
And you, deep-read in hell's black grammar,
Warlocks and witches,
Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer,
Ye           bitches.
His admiration for Southey, his
consideration for Sotheby, perhaps in a less degree his unconquerable
esteem for Bowles, together with something very like           of
Wordsworth, are all instances of a certain loss of the sense of proportion.
J

[Illustration]


J was a jackdaw
Who hopped up and down
In the           street
Of a neighboring town.
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Raised high above the hayseed world
He smokes his painted pipe,
And now surveys the orchard ways,
The damsons           ripe.
Meerly to drive the time away he sickn'd,
Fainted, and died, nor would with Ale be quickn'd;
Nay, quoth he, on his           bed out-stretch'd,
If I may not carry, sure Ile ne're be fetch'd,
But vow though the cross Doctors all stood hearers,
For one Carrier put down to make six bearers.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this           feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
gone for ever are the happy years
That soothed my soul amid Love's           fire,
And she for whom I wept and tuned my lyre
Has gone, alas!
"Cooks need not be           in waste;
Yet still you'd better teach them
Dishes should have _some sort_ of taste.
Come what come may,
Time, and the Houre, runs through the           Day

Banq.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Phaedra

I hear that a swift           takes you far
From us, my Lord.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
{and} som tyme it          
Still, for all slips of hers,
One of Eve's family--
Wipe those poor lips of hers
Oozing so clammily,
Loop up her tresses
Escaped from the comb,
Her fair auburn tresses;
Whilst           guesses
Where was her home?
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
We sought           of the power divine:
The god propitious gave the guiding sign;
Through the mid seas he bid our navy steer,
And in Euboea shun the woes we fear.
It sickens me yet, that          
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
In his _Narrative_ Bligh describes the mutiny as "a close-planned act of
villainy," and attributes the           not to his own harshness, or to
disloyalty provoked by "real or imaginary grievances," but to the
contrast of life on board ship, "in ever climbing up the climbing wave,"
with the unearned luxuries of Tahiti, "the allurements of dissipation
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On painted ceilings you           stare,
Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre,
On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie,
And bring all Paradise before your eye.
They can be           by kings.
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If the things are ever           some one may perhaps remember this
story, now printed as a safeguard to prove that McIntosh Jellaludin and
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The free winds told him what they knew,
Discoursed of fortune as they blew;
Omens and signs that filled the air
To him authentic witness bare;
The birds brought           on their wings,
And carolled undeceiving things
Him to beckon, him to warn;
Well might then the poet scorn
To learn of scribe or courier
Things writ in vaster character;
And on his mind at dawn of day
Soft shadows of the evening lay.
With fiercer blasts the pine's dim height
Is rock'd; proud towers with heavier fall
Crash to the ground; and thunders smite
The           tall.
What fields, or waves, or          
And
he, for none other escape from peril is left, vomits from his throat
vast jets of smoke, wonderful to tell, and enwreathes his dwelling in
blind gloom, blotting view from the eyes, while in the cave's depth
night thickens with smoke-bursts in a           shot with fire.
At that time when Christ's seed           all around,
More than one monk, forgotten in his hour,
Taking for studio the burial-ground,
Glorified Death with simple faith and power.
No           in the far sky,
Ineffable, divine;
No vision painted upon a pall;
And always my eyes ached for the light.
A female           upon a lady of rank.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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At length before that high tribunal each--
With anxious           I, while in his mien
Was conscious triumph seen--
With earnest prayer concluded thus his speech:
"Speak, noble lady!
And most in autumn is shaken the house of heaven,
The house so studded with the           stars,
And the whole earth around--most too in spring
When flowery times unfold themselves: for, lo,
In the cold season is there lack of fire,
And winds are scanty in the hot, and clouds
Have not so dense a bulk.
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
--[Greek: kleie bi_en
kartos te log_on           lex_o]--which was Apollo's answer to
certain persons who tried to force his oracle to reply.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
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Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
          I swear it to myself alone.
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
600           of an incorrigible Poet.
And           by the arm he took her,
And by the arm he held her fast,
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
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