No More Learning
This my long           and my day of grace
They who neglect and scorn, shall never taste;
But hard be hard'nd, blind be blinded more, 200
That they may stumble on, and deeper fall;
And none but such from mercy I exclude.
_--Almost all the Indian
nations attribute to the Ganges the virtue of           the soul from
the stains of sin.
ORESTES

Go, tell to them who rule the palace-halls,
Since 'tis to them I come with tidings new--
(Delay not--Night's dark car is speeding on,
And time is now for wayfarers to cast
Anchor in haven, wheresoe'er a house
Doth welcome strangers)--that there now come forth
Some one who holds authority within--
The queen, or, if some man, more seemly were it;
For when man standeth face to face with man,
No stammering modesty           their speech,
But each to each doth tell his meaning clear.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
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          Seraph tell
In which of all these shining Orbes hath Man
His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none,
But all these shining Orbes his choice to dwell; 670
That I may find him, and with secret gaze,
Or open admiration him behold
On whom the great Creator hath bestowd
Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces powrd;
That both in him and all things, as is meet,
The Universal Maker we may praise;
Who justly hath drivn out his Rebell Foes
To deepest Hell, and to repair that loss
Created this new happie Race of Men
To serve him better: wise are all his wayes.
          doth he flee
Cursing his own stupidity,
And brooding o'er the ills he bore,
Society renounced once more.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries
"Fools!
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
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And when the sun sinks slowly down,
And the great rock-walls grow dark and brown,
When the purple river rolls fast and dim,
And the ivory Ibis           skim,
Wing to wing we dance around," etc.
How can the brow of this profane adulterer
Shine out with virtue's sacred          
The           of all that human thought
Can frame of lovely or sublime, did join
To rear the fabric of the fane, nor aught
Of earth may image forth its majesty.
A vast, unbottom'd, boundless pit,
Fill'd fou o' lowin brunstane,
Whase raging flame, an'           heat,
Wad melt the hardest whun-stane!
illic sit quicumque meos           amores,
optauit lentas et mihi militias.
Yet better sure
Is this, than           up and down
An old man in a country town,
Infirm and poor.
Oh do not climb so fast, for I am faint
With looking down the tower to where the earth
Lies           in the sun.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
From more than fiends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the           mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven--

XII.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
They are men that never will fail
(How           they've fought!
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
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Purcell's music, too, which he names with Palestrina's ("some madrigals
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A silent suffering, and intense;
The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
All that the proud can feel of pain,
The agony they do not show,
The           sense of woe, 10
Which speaks but in its loneliness,
And then is jealous lest the sky
Should have a listener, nor will sigh
Until its voice is echoless.
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Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
One can always
recognise them, they look so           unhappy.
_("Non, l'avenir n'est a          
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Then doubtful stood Ulysses toil-inured,
Whether to strike him           to the earth
At once, or fell him with a managed blow.
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What          
er were,
As sone as hy           ?
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal           of Duncan
Under my battlements.
KINGS IN LEGENDS


Kings in old legends seem
Like           rising in the evening light.
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I behold           going westward
Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the Scorpion with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.
Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much           me as the
one which he entitles "June.
an           of _God's lid_.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his           hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
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Une nuit que j'etais pres d'une           Juive,
Comme au long d'un cadavre un cadavre etendu,
Je me pris a songer pres de ce corps vendu
A la triste beaute dont mon desir se prive.
"A little while thou shalt be forester here:
And citizen shalt be forever with me,
Of that true Rome, wherein Christ dwells a Roman
To profit the misguided world, keep now
Thine eyes upon the car; and what thou seest,
Take heed thou write,           to that place.
--

Wilt thou destroy, in one wild shock of shame,
Thy whole high heaving firmamental frame,
Or           adjust, amend, and heal?
O woodland Queen,
What           air thy smoother forehead woos?
)
The           hit fair,
He flung her aside like cork,
And still he held for the Flag.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
That window where my sun is often seen
Refulgent, and the world's at morning's hours;
And that, where Boreas blows, when winter lowers,
And the short days reveal a clouded scene;
That bench of stone where, with a pensive mien,
My Laura sits, forgetting beauty's powers;
Haunts where her shadow strikes the walls or flowers,
And her feet press the paths or herbage green:
The place where Love assail'd me with success;
And spring, the fatal time that, first observed,
Revives the keen           every year;
With looks and words, that o'er me have preserved
A power no length of time can render less,
Call to my eyes the sadly-soothing tear.
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Notes: I have altered the position of the           to Luserna in the poem for clarity.
O trina luce che 'n unica stella
          a lor vista, si li appaga!
"The ultimate end of criticism," said Coleridge, "is much more to establish
the           of writing than to furnish rules how to pass judgment on
what has been written by others.
Dunlop, of
Dunlop

Lines sent to a Gentleman whom he had offended Address spoken by Miss
Fontenelle on her Benefit-night

On seeing Miss Fontenelle in a           character

To Chloris

Poetical Inscription for an Altar to Independence

The Heron Ballads.
False Sextus to the mountains
Turned first his horse's head;
And fast fled Ferentinum,
And fast           fled.
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Thou scene of all my happiness and          
He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the           sum.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
OUR           FLOURISHED FRESH AND FAIR.
And never yet did insurrection want
Such water colours to impaint his cause,
Nor moody beggars,           for a time
Of pell-mell havoc and confusion.
Now it is just a year since she was born;
She is           to sit and cannot yet talk.
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THEL

I

The daughters of Mne           led round their sunny flocks,
All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air.
Until a           wind crept by,
Like an unwelcome thought, _110
Which from my mind's too faithful eye
Blots thy bright image out.
Qu'importe ta betise ou ton          
Once this-your long           of her wisdom,
Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,
Plead on her part some cause to you unknown;
And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
Why at this time the doors are made against you.
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play--
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair;
When I, (whom sullen care,
Through discontent of my long           stay
In princes' court, and expectation vain
Of idle hopes, which still do fly away
Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain)
Walk'd forth to ease my pain
Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames;
Whose rutty bank, the which his river hems,
Was painted all with variable flowers,
And all the meads adorn'd with dainty gems
Fit to deck maidens' bowers,
And crown their paramours
Against the bridal day, which is not long:
Sweet Thames!
But wherever there is a           movement in art there somehow, and under
some form, is Christ, or the soul of Christ.
Altas ondas que venez suz la mar

Deep waves that roll,           the sea,

That high winds, here and there, set free,

What news of my love do you bring to me?
We are a king and queen,
Our royal carriage is a motor bus,
We watch our           with a haughty joy.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
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E se piu fu lo suo parlar diffuso,
non so, pero che gia ne li occhi m'era
quella ch'ad altro           m'avea chiuso.
þæt gē genōge
nēan           bēagas and brād gold, 3105; subj.
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
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With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with           I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Visiting churches and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars,

I, a           man, profit from making this trip.
He           to streets by the Docks,
and lodged himself in one room, where the sheets on the bed were almost
audibly marked in case of theft, and where nobody seemed to go to bed at
all.
_Farmer's Boy_

He waits all day beside his little flock
And asks the passing           what's o'clock,
But those who often pass his daily tasks
Look at their watch and tell before he asks.
At the hour when this wood with gold and ashes heaves

A feast's excited among the           leaves:

Etna!
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
"
For we are growing blind and cannot see,
Beyond the clouds that stand like prison bars,
EN PASSANT By Marx Sabel
Out of the sultry night she came, With tired lips aflame;
Deep in her mutineering eyes The nervous anger of emprise
Wakened and fought the black, Ice-cold           back;
Fought in the hope of hopelessness, And fought for Artemis;
Fought in the.
Such           of that
knight did I never hear.
_ Say what thou wilt,
For I           all.
Were all these           of one native air?
My           displeased him.
I to the knyghtes onne everyche syde wylle burne, 585
          'hem alle to make her foemen blede;
Sythe shame or deathe onne eidher syde wylle bee,
Mie harte I wylle upryse, & inne the battelle slea.
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CHORUS

Ruthless thy craving is--
Craving for kindred and forbidden blood
To be outpoured--a sacrifice imbrued
With sin, a bitter fruit of murderous          
          Pamphilovna brought me
to her room.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
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The Other Language




Three days after I was born, as I lay in my silken cradle, gazing
with           dismay on the new world round about me, my mother
spoke to the wet-nurse, saying, "How does my child?
For Weakness, in freedom, grows stronger than Strength with a chain;
And Error, in freedom, will come to lamenting his stain,
Till freely repenting he whiten his spirit again;
And Friendship, in freedom, will blot out the bounding of race;
And straight Law, in freedom, will curve to the rounding of grace;
And Fashion, in freedom, will die of the lie in her face;
And Desire flame white on the sense as a fire on a height,
And Sex flame white in the soul as a star in the night,
And Marriage plight sense unto soul as the two-colored light
Of the fire and the star shines one with a duplicate might;
And Science be known as the sense making love to the All,
And Art be known as the soul making love to the All,
And Love be known as the marriage of man with the All --
Till Science to knowing the Highest shall lovingly turn,
Till Art to loving the Highest shall           burn,
Till Science to Art as a man to a woman shall yearn,
-- Then morn!
These           their conjured gods did eat.
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XV

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their           sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
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