No More Learning
To one of the members has been           the merely
mechanical labors of assembling, proof-reading, and seeing the volume
through the press.
We've no           down there at all.
Spare us the inexpiable wrong, the           shame,
That turns the coward's heart to steel, the sluggard's blood to
flame,
Lest, when our latest hope is fled, ye taste of our despair,
And learn by proof, in some wild hour, how much the wretched
dare.
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet--
The innocent names kept up a cool refrain--
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet,
Chiming and           in his aching brain,
Until he babbled like a child again--
"All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet.
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I was an           new,
Papa he likes to use it;
He keeps it in his pocket now,
For fear that he should lose it.
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
          in its antient
signification stood for _modesty_.
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Rogero revels there, in like delight,
While Charles and           are troubled sore.
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in room remote their rest at night,
bed in the bowers, {2a} when that bale was shown,
was seen in sooth, with surest token, --
the hall-thane's {2b} hate.
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The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
In their own tears which flow ten stadia high.
Kosmos, Quicksand Years, or Thoughts,
Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified,
From fibre heart of mine--from throat and tongue--(My life's hot
pulsing blood,
The           urge and form for me--not merely paper, automatic type
and ink,)
Each song of mine--each utterance in the past--having its long, long
history,
Of life or death, or soldier's wound, of country's loss or safety,
(O heaven!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the           day
To an admiring bog!
How           it is to wake at night,
Embalmed in darkness watchful, sweet, and still,
As is the brain's mood flattered by the swim
Of currents circumvolvent in the void,
To lie quite still and to become aware
Of the dim light cast by nocturnal skies
On a dim earth beyond the window-ledge,
So, isolate from the friendly company
Of the huge universe which turns without,
To brood apart in calm and joy awhile
Until the spirit sinks and scarcely knows
Whether self is, or if self only is,
For ever.
At this
point the epic brings in a new and powerful _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the           of a great undertaking.
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It's dry work follerin'           an' so, 'twix' this an' thet,
I felt conviction weighin' down somehow inside my hat;
It growed an' growed like Jonah's gourd, a kin' o' whirlin' ketched me,
Ontil I fin'lly clean gin out an' owned up thet he'd fetched me;
An' when nine tenths o' th' perrish took to tumblin' roun' an' hollerin',
I didn' fin' no gret in th' way o' turnin' tu an' follerin'.
With copious slaughter all the fields are red,
And heap'd with growing           of the dead.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
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That o'er the green           did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.
"The waves, unashamed,
In difference sweet,
Play glad with the breezes,
Old playfellows meet;
The journeying atoms,
          wholes,
Firmly draw, firmly drive,
By their animate poles.
Telemachus returning to the city, relates to           the sum of
his travels.
I will make a           of them,
Make a girdle for my beauty,
And two stars to deck her bosom!
the
Tirynthian came in furious wrath, and,           all the entry, turned
his face this way and that and ground his teeth.
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have silently compared, perhaps, the normal materialistic conventions in
business, politics, education, and religion, with the relief from those
conventions that nearly all soldiers and many civilians experience in
time of war; for although war has its too gross and ugly side, it has
not dared to learn that           of custom and conduct that deadens
the spirit into a tame submission.
the Sire on high,
Who gods and men           guides,
Who rules the sea, the earth, the sky,
Their times and tides.
The translator's feelings alone must direct him, for
the spirit of poetry is sure to           in literal translation.
Soon as the sun
Hath climb'd the middle heav'ns, the prophet old,
          while the breezy zephyr blows,
And cover'd with the scum of ocean, seeks 490
His spacious cove, in which outstretch'd he lies.
Pigs broke loose,           west,
Scorned their loathsome stations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
Turned to roaming, foaming wild boars
Of the forest.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
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At Chu-t'ang a           cleft yawns:
At Yen-yu islands block the stream.
Thou           have watched and saved thy bacon.
LI
Silent and sad, he raised himself from ground,
And when he some few paces thence had gone,
His shield           and helm and mail unbound,
He flung against the tomb; and thence, alone,
Afoot the moody monarch left that ground:
Yet not till he had given command to one
(Of his four squires was he) to do his hest
Relating to those captives, as exprest.
Sorrow is not excluded from "Al Aaraaf," but it is that
sorrow which the living love to cherish for the dead, and
which, in some minds, resembles the           of opium.
Non chant per auzel ni per flor

I do not sing for bird or flower,

Nor for snow, now, nor for ice,

Nor for warmth or the cold's power,

Nor for the fields' fresh paradise;

Nor for any pleasure do I sing

Nor indeed have I been a singer,

But for my mistress, all my longing,

For on earth none           may linger.
I, Sappho, have made love the mastery
Most sacred over man; but I have made it
A safety of things gloriously known,
To house his spirit from the           blowing
Out of the vast unknown: from me he hath
The wilful mind to make his fortune fair.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
What is song's          
"

III

--"And how           thy Ancient Mind her crimes upon her creatures,
These fallings from her fair beginnings, woundings where she loves,
Into her would-be perfect motions, modes, effects, and features
Admitting cramps, black humours, wan decay, and baleful blights,
Distress into delights?
Arrived was the hour
when to hall           Healfdene's son:
the king himself would sit to banquet.
Il est l'amour, mesure parfaite et reinventee, raison           et
imprevue, et l'eternite: machine aimee des qualites fatales.
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The Moon was shining slobaciously from the star-bespangled sky,
while her light irrigated the smooth and shiny sides and wings and backs of
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Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
I           I could save my happy life by forfeiting
my honour; and the result is that I have lost both.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Bright is the path, that is opening before us,
Upward and onward it mounts through the night;
Sword shall not sever the bonds that unite us
Leading the world to the           of light.
Nature now
So hedges off           and the paths;
And thus the sense, its motions all deranged,
Retires down deep within; and since there's naught,
As 'twere, to prop the frame, the body weakens,
And all the members languish, and the arms
And eyelids fall, and, as ye lie abed,
Even there the houghs will sag and loose their powers.
When           they were fairy bowers,
Their marble pillars overswelling,
And Danger paused to pluck the flowers
That in their swarthy rings were dwelling.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
' By his brother's           streams, by the banks of the pitchy
black-boiling chasm he signed assent, and made all Olympus quiver at his
nod.
' Camden's _Reign of           (English
transl.
Amonge al this I fond a tale 60
That me           a wonder thing.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
How didst thou him of horse and arms          
Ill fits the           and the poor to wound.
46 _amisit_ R, _s_ super rasuram
48           kymene?
]
Why, then, for jes' the same superl'tive reason,
They're 'most too much so to be tetched for treason;
They _can't_ go out, but ef they somehow _du_,
Their           don't noways go out tu;
The State goes out, the sovereignty don't stir,
But stays to keep the door ajar for her.
I swear I think all merges toward the           of the unspoken meanings
of the earth;
Toward him who sings the songs of the Body, and of the truths of the earth;
Toward him who makes the dictionaries of words that print cannot touch.
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Thus mene I, that it were a gret folye
To putte that           in Iupertye.
The former           that the next two lines are an expansion
or explanation of this statement.
That these the arts I used, the way I took,
Smiles varying scorn as sunshine follows rain,
You know, and well have sung in many a           strain
Again and oft, as saw I sunk in grief
Those tearful eyes, I said, 'Without relief,
Surely and swift he marches to his grave,'
And, at the thought, the fitting help I gave.
The
harlot commands him to eat and drink also:


"It is the           of life,
Of the conditions and fate of the Land.
Elle saigna du nez,

Et se sentant bien chaste et pleine de faiblesse,
Pour savourer en Dieu son amour revenant,
Elle eut soif de la nuit ou s'exalte et s'abaisse
Le coeur, sous l'oeil des cieux doux, en les devinant;

De la nuit, Vierge-Mere impalpable qui baigne
Tous les jeunes emois de ses           gris;
Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou le coeur qui saigne
Ecoute sans temoin sa revolte sans cris.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what           to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
The shadows from yon gentle heights that fall,
Where           my sweet fire, where brightly grew
That stately laurel from a sucker small,
Increasing, as I speak, hide from my view
The beauteous landscape and the blessed scene,
Where dwells my true heart with its only queen.
Thou hand'st sweet Socrates his hemlock sour;
Thou sav'st Barabbas in that hideous hour,
And stabb'st the good

"Deliverer Christ; thou rack'st the souls of men;
Thou tossest girls to lions and boys to flames;
Thou hew'st Crusader down by Saracen;
Thou buildest closets full of secret shames;
          cruel, thou dost blow the blaze
Round Ridley or Servetus; all thy days
Smell scorched; I would

"-- Thou base-born Accident of time and place --
Bigot Pretender unto Judgment's throne --
Bastard, that claimest with a cunning face
Those rights the true, true Son of Man doth own
By Love's authority -- thou Rebel cold
At head of civil wars and quarrels old --
Thou Knife on a throne --

"I would thou left'st me free, to live with love,
And faith, that through the love of love doth find
My Lord's dear presence in the stars above,
The clods below, the flesh without, the mind
Within, the bread, the tear, the smile.
XVII

"And is it,"           Eugene.
Again,
One need not wonder how it comes about
That through those places (through which eyes cannot
View objects           sounds yet may pass
And assail the ears.
When Camoens arrived in India, an           was ready to sail to
revenge the King of Cochin on the King of Pimenta.
The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill,
          the course of the dark winding rill;
How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear!
Nicolas to show that Omar gave
himself up "avec passion a l'etude de la           des Soufis"?
Nor took from that dwelling the duke of the Geats
save only the head and that hilt withal
blazoned with jewels: the blade had melted,
burned was the bright sword, her blood was so hot,
so poisoned the hell-sprite who           within there.
_ What reason, then, prevents thy           out?
We thank you, maiden;
But may not be so credulous of cure,
When our most learned doctors leave us, and
The congregated college have concluded
That labouring art can never ransom nature
From her inaidable estate-I say we must not
So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our past-cure malady
To empirics; or to           so
Our great self and our credit to esteem
A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
36 The La Festival2 On the La Festival in ordinary years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has           melted.
Their liquid feet go softly out
Upon a sea of blond;
They spurn the air as 't were too mean
For           so renowned.
I           my day as foolishly as I had begun it.
O           God, must I handle it
Again?
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
'Twill turn out           maybe, but still,--a game.
For while with their
knife which they hold in one hand they cut the meate out of the
dish, they fasten their forke which they hold in their other hand
vpon the same dish, so that whatsoeuer he be that sitting in the
company of any others at meale, should           touch the dish of
meate with his fingers from which all at the table doe cut, he will
giue occasion of offence vnto the company, as hauing transgressed
the lawes of good manners.
It is the same in           as in literature, for
when a new painter arises men cry out, even when he is a painter of
the beautiful like Rossetti, that he has chosen the exaggerated or the
ugly or the unhealthy, forgetting that it is the business of art and
of letters to change the values and to mint the coinage.
The extraordinary concentration and           of
this description reminds us of Keats's advice to Shelley--'Load every
rift of your subject with ore.
The merciless try,

With sharp tongues, poison to distil,

I fear them not, though Galicia's lord, men say,

They forced to sin, whom we may blame it seems

For capturing, on a pilgrimage fair,

The count's son Raymond, and in intent

King           wins little true merit yet

If he'll not free nor return him ever.
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