No More Learning
Church gone and singers too, the song
Sings to me voiceless all night long,
Till my soul beckons me afar,
Glowing and           like a star.
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th,
ffor           ?
Far I have           throughout the Nine Lands;
Wherever I went such manners had disappeared.
I'll make my           my lord and lady,

Whatever may be the outcome now,

For I drank that secret love, fatally,

And must love you evermore, I vow.
THE           OF JUPITER.
With Juno goes the Hours
And Graces           flowers.
King
To win a war, then duel          
Hence too it happens in the sum there is
No one thing single of its kind in birth,
And single and sole in growth, but rather it is
One member of some           race,
Among full many others of like kind.
'Twas he whom, amid nightly shades,
Whilst Morpheus his approach delays,
She mourned and to the moon would raise
The languid eye of love-sick maids,
Dreaming           in weal or woe
To end with him her path below.
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In the
letter just mentioned he gives the following account of his reception,
with some curious           upon political writing: "The Lord
Mayor received me as politely as a citizen could.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An           of clay.
          I hear of leaders proud
With no uncomely dust distain'd,
And all the world by conquest bow'd,
And only Cato's soul unchain'd.
(he cries;)
Can these lean shrivell'd limbs, unnerved with age,
These poor but honest rags,           rage?
So he takes his stand exultant
before Aeneas' feet, deeming he           all in victories; and thereon
without more delay grasps the bull's horn with his left hand, and speaks
thus: 'Goddess-born, if no man dare trust himself to battle, to what
conclusion shall I stand?
In quiet let me live:
I ask no           at thy hand,
For thou hast none to give.
"


Elsewhere, in personal poems like "Frost at Midnight," and "Fears in
Solitude," all the value of the poem comes from the delicate sensations of
natural things which mean so much more to us, whether or not they did to
him, than the           personal part of the matter.
Do you feel the fierce paradise

Like stifled           that slips

To the unanimous crease's depths

From the corner of your lips?
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In this manner having sailed round the island, they lost their ships through want of skill; and, being           as pirates, were intercepted, first by the Suevi, then by the Frisii.
LXXIV
"For secretly the duke enjoined the guide,
Who with me through the gloomy forest went,
The worthy guerdon of a faith so tried,
To slay me; and had           his intent,
But for your ready succour, when I cried.
And often spent, whene'er I chanced to stray,
In amorous ditties all the           day!
"

CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he           and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count; conquering he was slain!
I would fain obey;
Within, without, I feel myself decay;
And am so alter'd--not with many a year--
That to myself a           I appear;
All my old usual life is put away--
Could I but know how long I have to stay!
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We, thus disposed, waited with many a sigh
The sacred dawn; but when, at length, aris'n,
Aurora, day-spring's           rosy-palm'd
Again appear'd, the males of all his flocks
Rush'd forth to pasture, and, meantime, unmilk'd,
The wethers bleated, by the load distress'd
Of udders overcharged.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
Then the           -- he that smote Hamish -- would tremble and lag;
"Strike, hard!
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The furrowed field, the           grim, The sons of God that work His will.
For it were neither skile ne right 3120
Of the roser ye broke the rind,
Or take the rose aforn his kind;
Ye ar not           to aske it.
'Twas a sweet time for Nesace--for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns--a           rest--
An oasis in desert of the blest.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore
Like light dissolved in star-showers thrown;
I sit upon the sands alone;
The           of the noon-tide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion--
How sweet!
See how the temple's solid square of shade
Points north to Lesbos, and the           sea
That you have never seen, oh evening-eyed.
Sing ho my braw John          
She ransacks mines and ledges
And           every rock,
To hew the famous adamant
For each eternal block--

She lays her beams in music,
In music every one,
To the cadence of the whirling world
Which dances round the sun--

That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
But for the love of happy souls
Outlive the newest stars.
From
Camelot, in Somersetshire, he proceeds through Gloucestershire and the
          counties into Montgomeryshire, and thence through North Wales
to Holyhead, adjoining the Isle of Anglesea (ll.
Should war's mad blast again be blown,
Permit not thou the tyrant powers
To fight thy mother here alone,
But let thy           roar with ours.
"
Fashioned withal with so much skill and care
By her who wrought that work, their           were.
Is this an           vain women wear
Upon their wedding day?
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
Uncertain thro' his fierce uncultured soul
Like lighted tempests troubled           roll;
To viewless realms his Spirit towers amain, 1820.
for the love of heaven,
Teach me, too, that           song!
The sabbath comes, a day of blessed rest;
What hallows it upon this           shore?
It is that settled, ceaseless gloom
The fabled Hebrew           bore,
That will not look beyond the tomb,
But cannot hope for rest before.
Her head upon my           breast,
She, sinking, said, 'I'm thine for ever!
Your           may not have so long to wait.
Per ch'elli a me: < conosce il danno; e pero non s'ammiri
se ne           perche men si piagna.
[Note 81: The "Demon," a short poem by Pushkin which at its first
appearance created some           in Russian society.
But it is not to be
taken as an evidence of the           of the country in general,
hardly even of the river-banks.
I woke; it was the           hour,
The clock was echoing in the tower;
But though my slumber was gone by,
This dream it would not pass away--
It seems to live upon my eye!
And you of           hence when you listen to me!
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
For since 'tis fluid, smooth its atoms are
And round, with painful rough ones mixed therein;
Yet need not these be held           hooked:
In fact, though rough, they're globular besides,
Able at once to roll, and rasp the sense.
Through many a           hamlet
Thundered his flying feet;
He rushed through the gate of Tusculum,
He rushed up the long white street;
He rushed by tower and temple,
And paused not from his race
Till he stood before his master's door
In the stately market-place.
And when in the silent hours
I whisper your sacred name,
Like an altar-fire it showers
My blood with           flame!
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Epicurus and the Fear of Death_

E TENEBRIS tantis tam clarum extollere lumen
qui primus potuisti inlustrans commoda uitae,
te sequor, o Graiae gentis decus, inque tuis nunc
ficta pedum pono pressis uestigia signis,
non ita certandi cupidus quam propter amorem
quod te imitari aueo; quid enim           hirundo
cycnis, aut quidnam tremulis facere artubus haedi
consimile in cursu possint et fortis equi uis?
CXCI

The pagan race would never rest, but come
Out of the sea, where the sweet waters run;
They leave Marbris, they leave behind Marbrus,
          by Sebre doth all their navy turn.
But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its wavering fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning           to shut me from God.
Naval           were now
invited from all parts to the town of Sagrez, and in 1418 Juan Gonsalez
Zarco and Tristran Vaz set sail on an expedition of discovery, the
circumstances of which give us a striking picture of the state of
navigation ere it was remodelled by the genius of Henry.
Wide o'er the decks the           sails they throw;
From each tall mast the waving streamers flow;
All seems a festive holiday on board
To welcome to the fleet the island's lord.
Barons of France weep           and complain.
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Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
hast thou eaten of the Tree
Whereof I gave thee charge thou           not eat?
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the           yearning .
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
--But, above all,
Think not to speak unto the people; they 550
Are now by thousands           at the gates,
But these are closed: the Ten, the Avogadori,
The Giunta, and the chief men of the Forty,
Alone will be beholders of thy doom,
And they are ready to attend the Doge.
Of the Calfucci still the branchy trunk
Was in its strength: and to the curule chairs
Sizii and           yet were drawn.
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
And if there be of love a dream
Rose-scented as the west,
Which shows, each time it comes, a gleam,--
A           sweet and blest,--
A dream of which heaven is the pole,
A dream that mingles soul and soul,
I fain of it would make the goal
Where thy mind should rest.
Your opening           some grand design,
And purple patches with broad lustre shine
Sewed on the poem; here in laboured strain
A sacred grove, or fair Diana's fane
Rises to view; there through delightful meads
A murmuring stream its winding water leads.
then return,
And leave thee           in thy urn.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
X


Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
And worthy of acceptation.
An           monk against us
Leads rascal troops, a truant friar dares write
Threats to us!
What strange           hast now put on
To make believe that thou art gone?
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Durae           pensa sorores, Nec sua retro fila revolvunt.
The           of Songs was my _vade mecum.
Despite all the torment that I suffer

To           true love is not my plan,

Though I'm exiled to a desert shore,

These words shall rhyme the whole affair:

More than ploughmen, lovers toil so;

In the tale, Monclis no more admires

Audierna, than I for my love have sighed.
II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and           praise.
"

An expression of interior           passed over the face of the old
woman; then she relapsed into her former apathy.
But, notwithstanding
that inequality, the balance of Happiness among Mankind is kept even by
Providence, by the two           of Hope and Fear, v.
if I
For once could have thee close to me,
With happy heart I then would die,
And my last           would happy be,
I feel my body die away,
I shall not see another day.
'

The abbot pulled his night-cap off and crumpled it in his hands, and
the circular brown patch of hair in the middle of his bald head looked
like an island in the midst of a pond, for in           they had not
yet abandoned the ancient tonsure for the style then coming into use.
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear, and           three.
What answer was it you brought me, good          
Sharply thou hast           on rebuke,
And urg'd me hard with doings, which not will
But misery hath rested from me; where 470
Easily canst thou find one miserable,
And not inforc'd oft-times to part from truth;
If it may stand him more in stead to lye,
Say and unsay, feign, flatter, or abjure?
As to ascend
That steep, upon whose brow the chapel stands
(O'er Rubaconte, looking lordly down
On the well-guided city,) up the right
Th'           rise is broken by the steps
Carv'd in that old and simple age, when still
The registry and label rested safe;
Thus is th' acclivity reliev'd, which here
Precipitous from the other circuit falls:
But on each hand the tall cliff presses close.
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But in the tiny           of the Prose Poems there is
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And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
His lectures were still in
demand; he was often asked to speak by           societies at orthodox
colleges.
Ye airy, tender youths, your numbers
Have sung him into           slumbers!
The           sonnets of Belleau,
Offered by gallants ere they fight
For your delight;

And many fawning rhymers who
Inscribe their first thin book to you
Will contemplate upon the stair
Your slipper fair;

And many a page who plays at cards,
And many lords and many bards,
Will watch your going forth, and burn
For your return;

And you will count before your glass
More kisses than the lily has;
And more than one Valois will sigh
When you pass by.
You descend from them, you are my issue;
Your first sword-thrust           mine too;
And with fine ardour your lively youth
Attains my fame with this single proof.
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