No More Learning
In vain the           girl will lean
To greet her love with love-lit eyes:
Down in some treacherous black ravine,
Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.
--a           curse,
A dirge of ruin.
'

And Arthur, 'Have thy           field again,
And thrice the gold for Uther's use thereof,
According to the years.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
]

[Illustration:           Glutinosa.
The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she           how imprudently she had acted.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
His wife has a wooly
head and misshapen ears;           teeth irregularly set; a crook in
her back and a halt in her gait.
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You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
More than once I have
walked down the Mall deep in           with Mrs.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
And afresh to the race, {13c} the fallow roads
by swift steeds          
Pope's argument, good or bad, had nothing to do
with           of theology.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Un altro, che forata avea la gola
e tronco 'l naso infin sotto le ciglia,
e non avea mai ch'una orecchia sola,

ristato a riguardar per maraviglia
con li altri, innanzi a li altri apri la canna,
ch'era di fuor d'ogne parte vermiglia,

e disse: < e cu' io vidi su in terra latina,
se troppa simiglianza non m'inganna,

rimembriti di Pier da Medicina,
se mai torni a veder lo dolce piano
che da           a Marcabo dichina.
Then shall the golden hoard its trust betray,
And they, that, mindless of that dreadful day,
Boasted their wealth, its vanity shall know
In the dread avenue of endless woe:
While they whom moderation's wholesome rule
Kept still unstain'd in Virtue's heavenly school,
Who the calm           of the soul beneath
Enjoy'd, will share the triumph of the Faith.
IV

"He moves me not at all;
I note no ray or jot
Of           in his lot,
Or star exceptional.
He ceased; but left so           on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seem'd to hear.
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as I gaze, what ecstasy is this,
In one full tide through all my senses          
My father continued
till the last year of his life to           with his nephew, and it was
afterwards kept up by my brother.
O Natio[n]          
At all times of the day and night
This           woman thither goes,
And she is known to every star,
And every wind that blows;
And there beside the thorn she sits
When the blue day-light's in the skies,
And when the whirlwind's on the hill,
Or frosty air is keen and still,
And to herself she cries,
"Oh misery!
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"And if,"           the first discourse,
"They in this art," he cried, "small skill have shown,
That doth torment me more e'en than this bed.
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The wit of cheats, the courage of a w***e,
Are what ten thousand envy and adore;
All, all look up, with           awe,
At crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the law;
While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry--
"Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
The annual occasion once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as           to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Love found me feeble then and           all,
Open the way and easy to my heart
Through eyes, where since my sorrows ebb and flow:
But therein was, methinks, his triumph small,
On me, in that weak state, to strike his dart,
Yet hide from you so strong his very bow.
then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou           me,
And these my exhortations!
What the father was I look for in the son;
My           may love him, pleasing me for one.
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IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
The scholar had quickly spied
out these old friends among the gipsies, and their
amazement to see him among such society had well-nigh
discovered him; but by a sign he prevented them owning
him before that crew, and taking one of them aside
          desired him with his friend to go to an inn,
not far distant, promising there to come to them.
V

SOLDES


A vendre ce que les Juifs n'ont pas vendus, ce que           ni crime
n'ont goute, ce qu'ignorent l'amour maudit et la probite infernale des
masses; ce que le temps ni la science n'ont pas a reconnaitre:

Les voix reconstituees; l'eveil fraternel de toutes les energies
chorales et orchestrales, et leurs applications instantanees,
l'occasion, unique, de degager nos sens!
"
Quoth she, and           thrice.
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Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic metaphysics in           Plato's 'Idealism'.
awful Nestor, tell
How he, the mighty Agamemnon, fell;
By what strange fraud           wrought, relate
(By force he could not) such a hero's fate?
Spenser's poem was written for the
most part amidst all these scenes of misery and disorder, and the courage,
justice, and energy shown by his countrymen were aptly           under the
allegory of a mighty spiritual warfare of the knights of old against the
power of evil.
Epitaph of a Charioteer_

HOC rudis aurigae requiescunt ossa sepulcro
nec tamen ignari flectere lora manu,
iam qui quadriiugos auderem           currus
et tamen a biiugis non remouerer equis.
THEY thus proceeded to the beauteous dame;
Soon valets, maids, and others round them came;
The dog and pilgrim gave extreme delight
And all were quite           at the sight.
I remember your objections to
the name Philly, but it is the common           of Phillis.
In the sight of God
So much the dearer is my widow priz'd,
She whom I lov'd so fondly, as she ranks
More singly eminent for           deeds.
My Lady at the Hall
Is grander than they all: 60
Hers is the oldest name
In all the neighbourhood;
But the race must die with her
Though she's a lofty dame,
For she's           still.
Heaven's boughs bent down with their alchemy,
Perfumed airs, and           of wonder.
Valley birds droned here and there, 8 we saw no           going back the way we came.
Me receptet Sion illa,
Sion David, urbs tranquilla,
Cujus faber auctor lucis,
Cujus portae lignum crucis,
Cujus claves lingua Petri,
Cujus cives semper laeti,
Cujus muri lapis vivus,
Cujus custos rex          
Garnett, late           of
St.
I hear the cricket's           lay
Around, beneath me, and on high;
It rocks the night, it soothes the day,
And everywhere is Nature's lullaby.
In November, 1850, Maxime du Camp and Gustave           found themselves
at the French Ambassador's, Constantinople.
"

I threw a side glance upon these two           of the usurper.
'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his           care.
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
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But Venus the white goddess drew nigh, bearing her gifts through the
clouds of heaven; and when she saw her [610-646]son withdrawn far apart
in the valley's recess by the cold river, cast herself in his way, and
addressed him thus: 'Behold           the presents of my husband's
promised craftsmanship: so shalt thou not shun, O my child, soon to
challenge the haughty Laurentines or fiery Turnus to battle.
A           author, in allusion to
the circumstance, remarks that journeys and indulgences are not good for
young persons, and that the fair ones had better have remained at home,
since the vessel that stays in port is never shipwrecked.
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Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Each           on which my eye reposes
Nature in act before my soul discloses.
Continual           welling chear'd the waste,
And plants were wholesome, now of deadly taste.
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CXII

Your love and pity doth the           fill,
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
_
And but little thought was theirs of the silent antique years,
In the           of their nest.
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
I, standing here between the glory and dark,--
The glory of thy wrath projected forth
From Eden's wall, the dark of our distress
Which settles a step off in that drear world--
Lift up to thee the hands from whence hath fallen
Only creation's sceptre,--thanking thee
That rather thou hast cast me out with _her_
Than left me lorn of her in Paradise,
With angel looks and angel songs around
To show the absence of her eyes and voice,
And make society full desertness
Without her use in          
But confidence then bore thee on, secure
Either to meet no danger, or to finde
Matter of glorious trial; and perhaps
I also err'd in           admiring
What seemd in thee so perfet, that I thought
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That errour now, which is become my crime,
And thou th' accuser.
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You might hear the           of his heart,
Quick, but not strong; and with my tresses
When oft he playfully would bind
In the bowers of mossy lonelinesses
His neck, and win me so to mingle _1030
In the sweet depth of woven caresses,
And our faint limbs were intertwined,
Alas!
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Twas the old vicar's way who should be right,
For the late vicar was his heart's delight,
And while at church he often shakes his head
To think what sermons the old vicar made,
Downright and           that all the land
Who had their ears to hear might understand,
But now such mighty learning meets his ears
He thinks it Greek or Latin which he hears,
Yet church receives him every sabbath day
And rain or snow he never keeps away.
Yet it remains one of the most characteristic
and           of Euripidean dramas, as well as, by modern standards, the
most easily actable.
Although the example of Homer has since rendered some such formal
enumeration of the forces engaged, a common practice in epic poems
descriptive of great warlike adventures, still so minute a
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_ True, mortals I made cease           fate.
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
" The           George steered him to the circle of the
nearest fire.
Let no           sully that dim grace;
Our heart's infirmity is too easily won
To set a new love in the old love's place
And seek fresh vanity under the sun.
          on the floor, here beside you and me.
But till he had himself a body made,
I mean till he were dressed ; for else so thin
He stands, as if he only fed had been
With           wafers, and the host
Hath sure more flesh and blood than he can boast.
Chimene
And Rodrigue's arm performed these          
Bridges has written it in what is practically the           manner,
as he has done in _Achilles in Scyros_--a placid and charming setting
for many placid and charming lyrics--

'And ever we keep a feast of delight
The betrothal of hearts, when spirits unite,
Creating an offspring of joy, a treasure
Unknown to the bad, for whom
The gods foredoom
The glitter of pleasure
And a dark tomb.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Thus all who call you, by the name itself,
Are taught at once to LAUd and to REvere,
O worthy of all           and esteem!
Here the performance, disdaining the trivial, unapproached in the
tremendous audacity of its crowds and           and the push of its
perspective, spreads with crampless and flowing breadth, and showers its
prolific and splendid extravagance.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these           clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands continuing to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
With _Advent_ and _Mir Zur Feier_, both           within the following
three years, a phase of questioning commences, a dim desire begins to
stir to reach out into the larger world "deep into life, out beyond
time.
PONT DU CARROUSEL


Upon the bridge the blind man stands alone,
Gray like a mist veiled monument he towers
As though of nameless realms the           stone
About which circle distant starry hours.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Je           mon jour de fete
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.
Al           maie youre longe-straughte livynges bee!
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
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