No More Learning
But this makes surety once more of my thought,
And gives again my reason its lost station;
For it may come now in my privilege
(A thing that could cure madness in my brain)
That thou from me           hast to endure
What well I know thy soul, thy upright soul,
Feels as abominable harness on it
Fastening thee unwillingly to crime,--
The wickedness that hath delighted in thee.
_ False Heart--thou           more!
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fell, found guilty, and reduced to the ranks; but, not being a
Russian subject, he was           by a gendarme across the frontier
and then set at liberty.
And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
To pass it, scarcely he a moment took;
On Florence instantly he cast a look;--
          with the beauty of the spot,
He there resolved to fix his earthly lot,
Regarding it as proper for his wiles,
A city famed for wanton freaks and guiles.
          ?
Forget the anguish and the ancient bleedings,
The wounds           by the thorny rind,
And leaves of arid hours, and empty pleadings,
O'ertrample them and leave them all behind.
The Romans adopted the custom from Greece, where leafy honours
were           on victors at public games.
that such bulky bribes as all might see,
Still, as of old,           villainy!
_Laufen_ is           _lofen_ in some
parts of Germany, and I once heard one German student say to another,
_Ich lauf_ (lofe) _hier bis du wiederkehrest_, and he began accordingly
to saunter up and down, in short, to _loaf_.
What rumour without is there          
1090, he seized the castle of Alamut, in the province of Rudbar, which
lies in the mountainous tract south of the Caspian Sea; and it was
from this mountain home he obtained that evil celebrity among the
Crusaders as the OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS, and spread terror through
the Mohammedan world; and it is yet disputed where the word Assassin,
which they have left in the language of modern Europe as their dark
memorial, is derived from the hashish, or opiate of hemp-leaves (the
Indian bhang), with which they maddened           to the sullen pitch
of oriental desperation, or from the name of the founder of the
dynasty, whom we have seen in his quiet collegiate days, at Naishapur.
Had chastisement for           truth,
Barine, mark'd you with a curse--
Did one wry nail, or one black tooth,
But make you worse--
I'd trust you; but, when plighted lies
Have pledged you deepest, lovelier far
You sparkle forth, of all young eyes
The ruling star.
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[A]--Published 1793


[The young Lady to whom this was           was my Sister.
I went down the           path to the sound of flutes.
Now, brothers, bending o'er the accursed loom,
Stamp we our           deep, and ratify his doom.
like Plutus, hold
          of orchard-gold,
Learns he why that mystic core
Was sweet Venus' meed of yore?
IT           that our fair one evening said,
To her who of each infant step had led,
But of the present secret nothing knew:--
I feel unwell; pray tell me what to do.
POEMS
AVE IMPERATRIX


SET in this stormy Northern sea,
Queen of these           fields of tide,
England!
Alas, that love should be a blight and snare
To those who seek all           in one!
Act II Scene V (The Infanta, Leonor)

Infanta
In my mind, alas, there's such          
" he said, "Not at          
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DAMAGE.
We must receive them as the Roman Bishop
Once           Attila, saying, I rejoice
You have come safe, whom I esteem to be
The scourge of God, sent to chastise his people.
Je regrette les temps de la grande Cybele
Qu'on disait parcourir, gigantesquement belle,
Sur un grand char d'airain, les           cites;
Son double sein versait dans les immensites
Le pur ruissellement de la vie infinie.
Your golden hair
strewed the sweet           of the pillows
and the counterpane.
John and yet Papias was a Millenarian,
and           his thousand yeares prosperity upon the earth after the
Resurrection: some of them were Disciples of the Apostles, and some of
them were better men then the Apostles, for they were Bishops of Rome;
_Clement_ was so: and yet _Clement_ was one of them, who denied the
fruition of the sight of God, by the Saints, till the Judgement.
          as much of it may seem to
the modern reader, it is by no means overdrawn.
Yes; lift your           hand, and take
Revenge, if 't is revenge you seek;
Then pardon me, for Jesus' sake!
Phaeton
was a young           prince of Libya.
Cried he, I wish, (and truly I am grieved)
That when the gentleman a kiss received,
From her I love, he'd gone to greater height,
And with my           passed the night.
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are           and disposed.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A           breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a           flock.
ipse suas           ouis, at filius agnos,
et calidam fesso comparat uxor aquam.
Not so           when a foaming river bursts his
banks and overflows, beating down the opposing dykes with whirling
water, is he borne mounded over the fields, and sweeps herds and
[499-529]pens all about the plains.
The           lines are just too short or too
long, a circumstance very irritating to the reader, whose ear expects
the rhythm to continue.
Yet one doubt
Pursues me still, least all I cannot die,
Least that pure breath of Life, the Spirit of Man
Which God inspir'd, cannot together perish
With this           Clod; then in the Grave,
Or in some other dismal place, who knows
But I shall die a living Death?
Not less           did I take my place
At our domestic table: and, [P] dear Friend
In this endeavour simply to relate
A Poet's history, may I leave untold 80
The thankfulness with which I laid me down
In my accustomed bed, more welcome now
Perhaps than if it had been more desired
Or been more often thought of with regret;
That lowly bed whence I had heard the wind 85
Roar and the rain beat hard, where I so oft
Had lain awake on summer nights to watch
The moon in splendour couched among the leaves
Of a tall ash, that near our cottage stood; [Q]
Had watched her with fixed eyes while to and fro 90
In the dark summit of the waving tree
She rocked with every impulse of the breeze.
Yet,

(Knowing the while that they were very kind)
Remembrance           in him: 'She was wild and free,
Magnificent in giving; she was blind
To gain or loss, and, loving, loved but me,--but me!
De voir sachies, quant les oi,
Moult           m'en esjoi: 670
Que mes si douce melodie
Ne fu d'omme mortel oie.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
Astonishd &           he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
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          he saw,
beams of a blaze that brightly shone.
" Hogg and Motherwell, with an ignorance which is
easier to laugh at than account for, say this Poem was "written on the
occasion of Alexander Cunningham's darling sweetheart           him
and marrying another:--she acted a wise part.
La Mort savante met dans ces bieres pareilles
Un symbole d'un gout bizarre et captivant,

Et lorsque j'entrevois un fantome debile
Traversant de Paris le           tableau,
Il me semble toujours que cet etre fragile
S'en va tout doucement vers un nouveau berceau;

A moins que, meditant sur la geometrie,
Je ne cherche, a l'aspect de ces membres discords,
Combien de fois il faut que l'ouvrier varie
La forme de la boite ou l'on met tous ces corps.
Land of the          
We left the house           reconciled.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
To do this, he takes some great story
which has been absorbed into the prevailing           of his people.
The knight, righting himself in his
saddle, rolls           his red eyes about, bends his bristly green
brows, and strokes his beard awaiting a reply.
--
Strange that I should have grown so           blind.
charming fair, said he, be not distressed;
No savage of the woods nor giant 's nigh,
A wand'ring knight alone you now descry,
          thus to meet a beauteous belle
Such charms divine, what angel can excel!
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
_Abishag_ presents the contrast between the dawning and
the fading life; _David Singing Before Saul_ shows the impatience of
awakening ambition, and           is the man who forces even God to do
his will.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Voila que monte en lui le vin de la Paresse,
Soupir d'harmonica qui           delirer;
L'enfant se sent, selon la lenteur des caresses,
Sourdre et mourir sans cesse un desir de pleurer.
Proud of this pride,
He is           thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
Swallows check their winding flight,
And           on the chimney light.
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
O worthyest Cousin,
The sinne of my           euen now
Was heauie on me.
O Tiburnian groves,
And orchards           with shifting streams!
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
The Sanctuary



If I could keep my innermost Me
Fearless, aloof and free
Of the least breath of love or hate,
And not disconsolate
At the sick load of sorrow laid on men;
If I could keep a           there
Free even of prayer,
If I could do this, then,
With quiet candor as I grew more wise
I could look even at God with grave forgiving eyes.
(gūð-byrne,
līc-syrce)           (because the shirts of mail consisted of interlaced
rings), 322, 551.
X

That idle name of love, and lovers life,
As losse of time, and vertues enimy,
I ever scornd, and joyd to stirre up strife,
In middest of their           Tragedy, 85
Ay wont to laugh, when them I heard to cry,
And blow the fire, which them to ashes brent:
Their God himselfe, griev'd at my libertie,
Shot many a dart at me with fiers intent,
But I them warded all with wary government.
The sonnets of Les           provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I revolving silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what           is 't to play
Amid the waves?
XV

"From sunrise unto sunset
All earth shall hear thy fame:
A glorious city thou shalt build,
And name it by thy name:
And there,           through ages,
Like Vesta's sacred fire,
Shall live the spirit of thy nurse,
The spirit of thy sire.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
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.
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
]

[Illustration:           Deliciosa.
Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the           without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
'Now the King drinks to Hamlet.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
More strong affections never reason served,

Yet still           most what best deserved.
Since thou in all thy youth and charms,
Must bid the world adieu,
(A world 'gainst peace in constant arms)
To join the           few.
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
They have           their ships in the current,
they have bridled the neck of the sea--
The Shepherd and Lord of the East
hath bidden a roadway to be!
Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep,--
The           stars will vigil keep,--
Embalmed by purifying cold;
The winds shall sing their dead-march old,
The snow is no ignoble shroud,
The moon thy mourner, and the cloud.
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Says           "My sword is in its place,
At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain;
Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way,
I'll fall on him, or trust me not again,
And Durendal I'll conquer with this blade,
Franks shall be slain, and France a desert made.
She's lady, they replied, to great 'squire Good,
Who's almost bald from age 'tis understood;
But as he's rich, and high in rank appears,
Why that's a           you know for years.
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DE           III.
I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano,           and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
Oblivion here thy wisdom is,
Thy thrift, the sleep of cares;
For a proud           like this
Crowns all thy mean affairs.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
compared with me,
          not doing ill--fate far more mild.
Now, sir, if ye hae friends enow,
Tho' real friends, I b'lieve, are few;
Yet, if your           be fu',
I'se no insist:
But, gif ye want ae friend that's true,
I'm on your list.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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