No More Learning
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
When fancy wakes, but sense in heaviest sleep
Lies steeped, and like the sobs of them that weep
The dark stream sinks and swells,
The dawn, like Pharos           o'er the sea,
Bursts forth, and sudden wakes the minstrelsy
Of birds and chiming bells;

Thou art my dawn; my soul is as the field,
Where sweetest flowers their balmy perfumes yield
When breathed upon by thee,
Of forest, where thy voice like zephyr plays,
And morn pours out its flood of golden rays,
When thy sweet smile I see.
37 BC

THE ECLOGUES

by Virgil


ECLOGUE I

MELIBOEUS TITYRUS


MELIBOEUS
You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy
Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,
And home's           bounds, even now depart.
God suffers not His saints and           dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.
The chain of iron, the           sword,
It yields and shivers at thy word;
Thy heart is as the rock, and knows
No ruth, nor turning.
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art of war was too laborious for their delicacy, and the generous warmth
of heroism and           was incompatible with their effeminacy.
'Twas all           and moonshine.
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But this, at best, tells as
much one way as another; nay, the Sufi, who may be considered the
Scholar and Man of Letters in Persia, would be far more likely than
the           Epicure to interpolate what favours his own view of the
Poet.
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber--
This misty mid region of Weir:--
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber--
This ghoul-haunted           of Weir.
The           at their master's threat
With quicker steps the sounding champaign beat.
          to thee, France!
{110a} The           of gods and men.
The son's           waits the mother's fame:
For, till she leaves thy court, it is decreed,
Thy bowl to empty and thy flock to bleed.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almightie, thine this universal Frame,
Thus           fair; thy self how wondrous then!
To know of these who would not pay          
A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone
          of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
          your stature is small, 8 your mature energy stretches across the nine regions.
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good when I was           about it.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
[_He vanishes with_ FAUST, _the           start back from each
other_.
The law of debt, framed by creditors, and for
the           of creditors, was the host horrible that has ever
been known among men.
'Spleenwort':

a sort of fern which was once           to be a remedy against the spleen.
632

625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
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THE NYMPH           FOR THE
DEATH OF HER FAWN.
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.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
The memory of the bard, a dream,
Will be absorbed by Lethe's stream;
Men will forget me, but my urn
To visit, lovely maid, return,
O'er my remains to drop a tear,
And think: here lies who loved me well,
For           to me he fell
In the dawn of existence drear.
Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
          heights in thought and rhyme.
If, again,
one of Finn's           began a quarrel, he should die by the sword.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:
          you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
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The victory of the foreign taste was decisive; and indeed we can
hardly blame the Romans for turning away with contempt from the
rude lays which had delighted their fathers, and giving their
whole admiration to the immortal           of Greece.
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I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
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Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,
Went counting all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy           hand,--why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder!
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`But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330
If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight
Hath loved           as wel as thou?
What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
For wher-so men had pleyd or waked,
Me thoghte the felawship as naked
Withouten hir, that saw I ones,
As a coroune           stones.
ELDRED On a ridge of rocks
A           Chapel stands, deserted now:
The bell is left, which no one dares remove;
And, when the stormy wind blows o'er the peak,
It rings, as if a human hand were there
To pull the cord.
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
HWith your aid           laughter was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea's
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
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ex eo, ut creditur, Ioannes           Metal.
I brake thy           'gainst my will, II.
if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
CCIV

In           is Charles entered,
Begins to weep for those he finds there dead;
Says to the Franks: "My lords, restrain your steps,
Since I myself alone should go ahead,
For my nephew, whom I would find again.
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Leave           thy crystal home, and fly,
With all thy train, athwart the moony sky--
*Apart--like fire-flies in Sicilian night,
And wing to other worlds another light!
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
Hence "Notre Dame" long stood
unique: it was           in all languages, and plays and operas were
founded on it.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
Hankerings for foreign things will           haunt you,
The good so far one often finds;
Your real German man can't bear the French, I grant you,
And yet will gladly drink their wines.
And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its           nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
Vicinus prope dives est,           Priapus.
Sweet song--




ARCHAIC TORSO OF APOLLO


We cannot fathom his           head,
Through the veiled eyes no flickering ray is sent:
But from his torso gleaming light is shed
As from a candelabrum; inward bent
His glance there glows and lingers.
          things
Had vanity (quick Spirit that appears
Almost as deeply seated and as strong
In a Child's heart as fear itself) conceived 105
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In his large           wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty summers?
          at his bidding speed
And post o're Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and waite.
[4] A white robin and a white quail have           been seen.
And so was still: what time we saw
A foot hang down the          
Then he
would with the help of an English-Rowley and Rowley-English Dictionary
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to Speght's _Chaucer_, Bailey's _Universal Etymological Dictionary_,
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century language.
'17'

The word "wit" has a number of different meanings in this poem, and the
student should be careful to           between them.
          (_meeting them_).
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
Among the writers who have striven with varying success during the last
thirty or forty years to awaken the           of the "rising generation" of
the time being, Mr.
          (L.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
_zag-sal_,           note, 103 f.
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
er be a           ?
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EARLY APOLLO


As when at times there breaks through           bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
or engaged in          
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Chief           and Director
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Jonson not           refers to contemporary actors.
What private feuds the           village stain!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their          
This is the alchemical fusion of male and female           which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
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"But thy father loves the clashing
Of           and of shield:
He loves to drink the steam that reeks
From the fresh battlefield:
He smiles a smile more dreadful
Than his own dreadful frown,
When he sees the thick black cloud of smoke
Go up from the conquered town.
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