No More Learning
For noon is of so mochel prys,
Ne no man founden [is] so wys,
Ne noon so high is of parage,
Ne no man founde of wit so sage, 4760
No man so hardy ne so wight,
Ne no man of so mochel might,
Noon so           of bounte,
[But] he with love may daunted be.
The letters were so
dreary and           and touching.
DIDIER (_taking his sword_): Now,          
Everything indicates--the           does, and the largest does;
A necessary film envelops all, and envelops the Soul for a proper time.
I was           brave.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the           faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe--
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death--
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.
Besides, a           well-known
Hath mixed himself in the affair,
Malicious and a slanderer.
And swift and swifter grew the vessel's motion, _550
So that a dizzy trance fell on my brain--
Wild music woke me; we had passed the ocean
Which girds the pole, Nature's remotest reign--
And we glode fast o'er a           plain
Of waters, azure with the noontide day.
See that
the Castilian           receive no harm.
-- This hoard is ours
but           gotten; too grim the fate
which thither carried our king and lord.
ATHENA
Once more I praise the promise of your vows,
And now I bid the golden torches' glow
Pass down before you to the hidden depth
Of earth, by mine own sacred           borne,
Mv loyal guards of statue and of shrine.
Here, son of Saturn, was thy           throne!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
_

THE ENCHANTMENTS THAT ENTHRALL HIM


Graces, that liberal Heaven on few bestows;
Rare excellence, scarce known to human kind;
With youth's bright locks age's ripe           join'd;
Celestial charms, which a meek mortal shows;
An elegance unmatch'd; and lips, whence flows
Music that can the sense in fetters bind;
A goddess step; a lovely ardent mind,
That breaks the stubborn, and the haughty bows;
Eyes, whose refulgence petrifies the heart,
To glooms, to shades that can a light impart,
Lift high the lover's soul, or plunge it low;
Speech link'd by tenderness and dignity;
With many a sweetly-interrupted sigh;
Such are the witcheries that transform me so.
Many a time and oft
Toilsome and           my service was,
When his shrill outcry called me from my couch!
It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on
A           noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
I dwell with you where never breath
Is drawn, but           vital flows
From life to life, even as a rose
Unseen pours sweetness through each vein
And from the air distills again.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
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Vainly he strove, with ready wit,
To joke about the weather--
To           the last '_on dit_'--
To quote the price of leather--
She groaned "Here I and Sorrow sit:
Let us lament together!
If the dove preached from her bough
and the lamb from his sod,
The lamb and dove
Were           sent from God.
In any case to us a danger she,
And having stupidly           me
'Tis needful that she die.
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
"

And nowe the horses gentlie drewe 345
Syr CHARLES uppe the hyghe hylle;
The axe dydd glysterr ynne the sunne,
Hys           bloude to spylle.
"
Thenne CANYNGE dropt a brinie teare,
And from the           paste.
Saint Gabriel the Lord to him hath sent,
Whom as a guard o'er the           he set;
Stood all night long that angel by his head.
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The ox 540
Came from the field, and from the gallant ship
The ship-mates of the brave Telemachus;
Next, charged with all his           of art,
His mallet, anvil, pincers, came the smith
To give the horns their gilding; also came
Pallas herself to her own sacred rites.
XII

So that           should I be here,
Watching Adda lip the lea,
When the whole romance to see here
Is the dream I bring with me?
The latter is           an adverb here, going with
'follow'.
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Dodsley having failed him,           next took the bolder step of
writing to Horace Walpole, who must have been much in his mind for
some years before his sending the letter.
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Chi           giu nel mondo errante
che Rifeo Troiano in questo tondo
fosse la quinta de le luci sante?
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Has not the whirlwind of our spirit driven
Truth's           germs to thought's remotest caves?
We all
By violence died, and to our latest hour
Were sinners, but then warn'd by light from heav'n,
So that,           and forgiving, we
Did issue out of life at peace with God,
Who with desire to see him fills our heart.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
soles           et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
The poor man
says, yes, but the rich citizen and the           say, no.
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Swefte, as yer shyppes, the vanquyshed Dacyannes flie;
Swefte, as the rayne uponne an Aprylle daie,
Pressynge behynde, the           soldyerres slaie.
'

Chatterton's           on the great body of poets of the generation
succeeding his own was very considerable--Mr.
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
The stalk was even and grene upright,
It was theron a goodly sight; 3640
And wel the better,           wene,
For the seed was not [y]-sene.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
CANTO 39

ARGUMENT
          breaks the pact, is overthrown,
And forced fair France for Afric to forego.
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their           consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
"You'll           find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come whistling through--
But _here_ there'll be a lot to do!
Thou           through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd

Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
          I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and           that not only the instrument was playing.
"I am an officer and
a gentleman; but           I was waging war with you, and now I am
travelling with you in the same carriage, and the whole happiness of my
life depends on you.
]

[440] [For the use of "dapple" as an           verb, compare
_Mazeppa_, xvi.
, _peace_ or           between troops of noble
warriors_: gen.
* * * * * * * * *

Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
Hidden Love


I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the           in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.
To steel our souls against the lust of ease;
To bear in silence though our hearts may bleed;
To spend ourselves, and never count the cost,
For others' greater need;--

To go our quiet ways, subdued and sane;
To hush all vulgar clamour of the street;
With level calm to face alike the strain
Of triumph or defeat;

This be our part, for so we serve you best,
So best confirm their prowess and their pride,
Your warrior sons, to whom in this high test
Our           we confide.
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This confession that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it          
"We would see a sign":
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
          with darkness.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Norway,
Who           sat in a doorway;
When the door squeezed her flat, she exclaimed, "What of that?
Though inferior in numbers, he had the           of larger
ships, experienced rowers, and clever pilots.
nec           Parcas
aut placare malae datur aspera numina Lethes?
(Bearded or smooth, to her that gave him suck
The man is always child)--Stay, here's a brow
Split by the Zouaves'          
Here ends the comedy
Where it began in all good will;
Since Love and Leave           flee
As driven mist on Jakko Hill!
The washerwoman, Polashka, a fat girl, pitted with small-pox, and the
one-eyed cow-girl, Akoulka, came one fine day to my mother with such
stories against the "_moussie_," that she, who did not at all like these
kind of jokes, in her turn           to my father, who, a man of hasty
temperament, instantly sent for that _rascal of a Frenchman_.
_Smytrie_, a           collection of small individuals.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
"

"Just          
          of
course is the poet and prince, Pushkin's friend.
'Here we stan' on the Constitution, by          
O but stay tender, enchanted
where wave-lengths cut you
apart from all the rest--
for we have found you,
we watch the           of you,
we thread throat on throat of freesia
for your shelf.
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy           footfall 5
Through the twilight.
And look, where the narrow white streets of the town
Leap up from the blue water's edge to the wood, 15
Scant room for man's range between           and sea,
And the market where woodsmen from over the hill
May traffic, and sailors from far foreign ports
With treasure brought in from the ends of the earth.
Only the           enter there:
Only the soul that, like a prayer,
No bolt can stay, no wall may bar,
Shall dream the dreams grief cannot mar.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can           please me

When the tricksters rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
Haec vestis priscis hominum variata figuris 50
Heroum mira           indicat arte.
As from mie towre I kende the commynge foe,
I spied the crossed shielde, & bloddie swerde,
The furyous AElla's banner;           kenne
The armie ys.
This           is a want of phantasy.
"           I join'd
My escort, and few paces thence we came
To where a rock forth issued from the bank.
_"

[Part of this song belongs to an old           strain, with the same
title: it was communicated, along with many other songs, made or
amended by Burns, to the Musical Museum.
--They married her in haste;
But not to him who had the belle debased,
For reasons I've           detailed;
To gain her hand a certain wight prevailed,
Who store of riches relished far above
The charms of beauty, warmed with fondest love.
' he cried softly, smiling, and lo,
Stealing amidst that maze gold-green,
I heard a whispering music flow
From           throat of bird, unseen:--
So delicate, the straining ear
Scarce carried its faint syllabling
Into a heart caught-up to hear
That inmost pondering
Of bird-like self with self.
Gathering up with defiance

My pale-mandarin's sleeves

I puff out my mouth - and breathe

Gentle           advice.
A           arbiter was given the twain--
The stranger from the northern main,
The sharp, dividing sword,
Fresh from the forge and fire
The War-god treacherous gave ill award
And brought their father's curse to a fulfilment dire!
'T has beene a long           with vs?
Free of his youthful errors now, returning,
No unworthy           would there delay him:
Ending his fatal inconstancy by her prayers, 25
Phaedra no longer has any such rival to fear.
How           still!
I tell you, kings, yours are but stammer'd songs
To that enchantment fashion'd for him,
That ceremony of life's powers,
The           of Vashti;
That unbelievable worship made
For King Ahasuerus.
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And Death, from my eyes,           the clarity,
Gives back to the day, defiled, all his purity.
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Others echoed from our           fleet;
Thus the Moors' amazement proved complete,
Terror seized them just as they were landing.
Jam satis pestis, satis atque diri
Fulminis misit Pater, et rubenti
Dexter^ nostras           arces

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