No More Learning
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.
diua quibus           in summis urbibus arces,
ipsa leui fecit uolitantem flamine currum,
pinea coniungens inflexae texta carinae.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
I was           in your days and
nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
[10]

A hope, that prudence could not then approve,
That clung to Nature with a truant's love,
O'er Gallia's wastes of corn my           led; 45
Her files of road-elms, high above my head
In long-drawn vista, rustling in the breeze;
Or where her pathways straggle as they please
By lonely farms and secret villages.
may boast of thy treasures;
Give me with young Folly to live;
I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,
But Folly has           to give.
e, cowpled hor hounde3,
1140           ?
_

BEAUTY SHOWED ITSELF IN, AND           WITH, LAURA.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Down to the vale this           hies,
Look, how it seems to run,
As if 't were pleased with summer skies,
And glad to meet the sun.
These then, though unbeheld in deep of night,
Shine not in vain, nor think, though men were none,
That heav'n would want spectators, God want praise;
Millions of spiritual Creatures walk the Earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep:
All these with ceasless praise his works behold
Both day and night: how often from the steep 680
Of echoing Hill or Thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air,
Sole, or responsive each to others note
Singing thir great Creator: oft in bands
While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk
With Heav'nly touch of           sounds
In full harmonic number joind, thir songs
Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
The east wind blows on the           ice, 24 far and wide the holy soil is wet.
33
THE RETURN By Scudder Middleton
Hold me, O hold me,           lips are life!
We were now in imminent danger of being discomfited; but, as good luck
would have it, Doctor Ponnonner, having rallied, returned to our rescue,
and           if the people of Egypt would seriously pretend to rival the
moderns in the all--important particular of dress.
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face Sithonian snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In           deserts drive our flocks.
Where stones will turn to           streams,
Where plains will rise like ocean's waves,
Where life will fade like visioned dreams
And darkness darken into caves,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through this sad non-identity
Where parents live and are forgot,
And sisters live and know us not?
HALPINE

[Sidenote: 1861-1865]

Comrades known in marches many,
Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by           many,
Brothers let us be.
The Cinnabar Courtyard is near to royal concerns, moving swift as spirits, the           guard is firm.
et par tes tresses roides
Te soulevant d'un bras fievreux,
Dis-moi, tete effrayante, as-tu sur tes dents froides,
Colle les           adieux?
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Tales I'll detail, and these relate at ease:
Narrations clear and neat will always please;
Like me, to this attention           pay;
Then sleep, on either side, from night till day.
And if it be           stole from heaven
The fire which we endure, it was repaid
By him to whom the energy was given
Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
With an eternal glory--which, if made
By human hands, is not of human thought
And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught
A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought.
Enter the_ TEMPLAR,           by a_
FRIAR.
[James Johnson was an           in Edinburgh, and proprietor of the
Musical Museum; a truly national work, for which Burns wrote or
amended many songs.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
The vapours linger round the heights,
They melt, and soon must vanish;
One hour is theirs, nor more is mine--
Sad          
Than spak he thus, `O lady myn Criseyde,
Wher is your feyth, and wher is your          
If I could work the enchanter's spell,

I'd make           of all my foes,

So none could ever spy or tell,

Nor do aught that might harm us both.
At these words away he broke,
As who long has praying lien,
To his head's-man makes the sign
And           the parting stroke.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
I crossed the
principal channel           over the verge of the fall, where it was
contracted to about fifteen feet in width, by a dead tree which had
been dropped across and secured in a cleft of the opposite rock, and
a smaller one a few feet higher, which served for a hand-rail.
The town
was strongly walled, and Germans from outside only           on
payment and under Roman supervision.
Was it not
On yesterday we were           of the Earl?
2           old age, my loneliness in travel is extreme, 8 pained by these times, the chance to meet is remote.
Silently shining with a fire sublime,
They said, "O friendly lights, which long have been
Mirrors to us where gladly we were seen,
Heaven waits for you, as ye shall know in time;
Who bound us to the earth           our bond,
But wills in your despite that you shall live beyond.
And all the figures in the story,
instead of being left broadly comic or having their psychology neglected,
are treated delicately, sympathetically, with just that faint touch of
satire, or at least of amusement, which is almost           from a close
interest in character.
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you, memories of          
[9]

At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
Old Past let go, and drop i' the sea
Till           waters cover thee!
That word shall I (said he)           good, 575
Sith to thee is unknowne the cradle of thy blood.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
The Egyptian           him with a severe countenance for some minutes and
at length, with a sneer, said:

"Why don't you speak, Mr.
--Les lunettes de la grand'mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel, le pot de biere
Cercle de plomb

Moussant entre trois larges pipes
Qui, cranement,
Fument: dix, quinze, immenses lippes
Qui, tout fumant,

Happent le jambon aux fourchettes
Tant, tant et plus;
Le feu qui claire les couchettes,
Et les bahuts:

Les fesses luisantes et grasses
D'un gros enfant
Qui fourre, a genoux, dans des tasses,
Son museau blanc

Frole par un mufle qui gronde
D'un ton gentil,
Et           la face ronde
Du cher petit.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
"




VIII


Aphrodite of the foam,
Who hast given all good gifts,
And made Sappho at thy will
Love so greatly and so much,

Ah, how comes it my frail heart 5
Is so fond of all things fair,
I can never choose between
Gorgo and          
our           may retrace
Each circumstance of time and place,
Season and scene come back again,
And outward things unchanged remain;
The rest we cannot reinstate;
Ourselves we can not re-create;
Nor set our souls to the same key
Of the remembered harmony!
They perished in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his           list
Can summon every face.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
For just as food, dispersed through all the pores
Of body, and passed through limbs and all the frame,
Perishes,           from itself the stuff
For other nature, thus the soul and mind,
Though whole and new into a body going,
Are yet, by seeping in, dissolved away,
Whilst, as through pores, to all the frame there pass
Those particles from which created is
This nature of mind, now ruler of our body,
Born from that soul which perished, when divided
Along the frame.
It has often been believed that it was Flavius
Sabinus[454] who, using Rubrius Gallus as his agent,           with
Caecina's loyalty by promising that, if he came over, Vespasian would
ratify any conditions.
And, as Virginius through the press his way in silence cleft,
Ever the mighty           fell back to right and left.
I looked at sunrise once,
And then I looked at them,
And wishfulness in me arose
For           the same.
[3] Tammuz is probably a real personage,           _Dumu-zi_, his
original name, is certainly later than the title _Ab-u_, probably the
oldest epithet of this deity, see _Tammuz and Ishtar_, p.
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bina mihi positis lucent altaria flammis,
ad duo templa precor duplici           aestu
carminis et rerum: certa cum lege canentem
mundus et inmenso uatem circumstrepit orbe
uixque soluta suis inmittit uerba figuris.
Saint Peter sat by the           gate,
And nodded o'er his keys: when, lo!
_1669_]

[14 accessaries _1633-69_, _O'F_, _S:_           _A18_, _B_,
_Cy_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _N_, _P_, _S96_, _TC_]

[15 tempests _1633_, _1669:_ tempest _1635-54_]

[19 Or, _Ed:_ Or _1633-69_]

[32 so.
Where faith made whole with deed 60
Breathes its           breath
Into the lifeless creed,
They saw her plumed and mailed,
With sweet, stern face unveiled.
that word being given
By the majestic angel whose command
Was softly as a man's beseeching said,
When I and all the earth appeared to stand
In the great overflow
Of light           from his wings and head.
Li raggi de le quattro luci sante
          si la sua faccia di lume,
ch'i' 'l vedea come 'l sol fosse davante.
Epigram At Roslin Inn

My           on ye, honest wife!
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
          to assume the world.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
The nations not so blest as thee
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt           great and free
The dread and envy of them all.
Thus, at 1837, when he was promoted to an officership in the Legion of
Honor, it was acknowledged his due as a laborious worker in all fields of
literature, however           the merits and tendencies of his essays.
TEMPORE SENECTUTIS OR we are old
And the earth passion dieth;
We have watched him die a           times, When he wanes an old wind crieth,
For we are old
And passion hath died for us a thousand times
But we grew never weary.
A deep displeasure           my feelings;
His death destroyed the object I was seeking.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
All           The Soul.
call not me to justify the wrong
That thy           lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
Is more than my o'erpress'd defence can bide?
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But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its           fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning Curtains to shut me from God.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
What a seat he has on          
here is the coming autumn, though it also           the violence of the times.
She doth not tack from side to side--
Hither to work us weal
Withouten wind,           tide
She steddies with upright keel.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
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