No More Learning
Pride, power, love, wealth, and all
Time's           shall destroy,
And, like base coin, prove all
Vain substitutes for joy.
There, in the windless night-time,
The wanderer,           why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
_
what was my delight to find that the change of           had effected
none in the sense of the writing, even by so much as a single letter!
It was
a tender and           declaration of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
sending itself ahead           years to come.
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The six legions from           reach Cremona.
Oh give, great God, to Freedom's waves to ride
Sublime o'er Conquest, Avarice, and Pride,
To break, the vales where Death with Famine scow'rs,
And dark Oppression builds her thick-ribb'd tow'rs; 795
Where Machination her fell soul resigns,
Fled panting to the centre of her mines;
Where Persecution decks with ghastly smiles
Her bed, his           mad Ambition piles;
Where Discord stalks dilating, every hour, 800
And crouching fearful at the feet of Pow'r,
Like Lightnings eager for th' almighty word,
Look up for sign of havoc, Fire, and Sword; [Ll]
--Give them, beneath their breast while Gladness springs,
To brood the nations o'er with Nile-like wings; 805
And grant that every sceptred child of clay,
Who cries, presumptuous, "here their tides shall stay,"
Swept in their anger from th' affrighted shore,
With all his creatures sink--to rise no more.
A           miles without the smoke of a chimney.
In October, the leaves falling, the apples are more           on the
trees.
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
Broadly speaking, Russian art and literature may be           as
springing from an ethical impulse and as having for their motive power
and _raison d'etre_ the tendency toward socio-political reform, in
contradistinction to the art and literature of Western culture, whose
motives and aims are primarily of an aesthetic nature and seek in art the
reconciliation of the dualism between spirit and matter.
Into the framework of
his romance of           he inserted a veiled picture of the struggles and
sufferings of his own people in Ireland.
Should war's mad blast again be blown,
Permit not thou the tyrant powers
To fight thy mother here alone,
But let thy           roar with ours.
Goose, an I had you upon Sarum Plain,
I'ld drive ye           home to Camelot.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of           despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
But I           ?
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" `The reason I departed from thy side,
And next of my return,           shall be.
I           no troubles like those.
Unto           king of Erech of the wide places
open, addressing thy speech
as unto a husband.
Allor soffio il tronco forte, e poi
si converti quel vento in cotal voce:
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They with mighty moan rage indignant round their           barriers.
"

The present translator, without losing sight of the fact that "the Mortal"
means Christ, has taken the liberty (constrained by rhyme,--which is
sometimes more than the _rudder_ of verse,) of making the congratulation
include Humanity, as           in Christ, "the second Adam.
the Cruel Cripple slew;
And cowards fled or lent him           aid,
She fell and died--in all the tale of time
The direst deed e'er done, the most accursed crime.
'

With al the haste goodly that they mighte,
They spedde hem fro the souper un-to bedde;
And every wight out at the dore him dighte,
And wher him liste upon his wey him spedde;
But Troilus, that           his herte bledde 950
For wo, til that he herde som tydinge,
He seyde, `Freend, shal I now wepe or singe?
          thinks
The open air too bright.
Freedom and peace and           among Nations,
Love that will bind us with love all our own.
Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine          
          lang may grunt an' grane,
An' sigh, an' sob, an' greet her lane,
An' cleed her bairns, man, wife, an wean,
In mourning weed;
To death, she's dearly paid the kane,
Tam Samson's dead!
But with many moans and tears
Pallas'           lay him on his shield and bear him away amid their
ranks.
Then enter'd all
The suitors, and began           the wood.
Letts_




SONG OF THE RED CROSS


O           ones, we bless your name
Upon our bended knee;
The voice of love with tongue of flame
Records your charity.
"

The monarch spoke; the words, with warmth address'd,
To rigid justice steel'd his brother's breast
Fierce from his knees the hapless chief he thrust;
The monarch's javelin stretch'd him in the dust,
Then           with his foot his panting heart,
Forth from the slain he tugg'd the reeking dart.
175

`Of Ector nedeth it nought for to telle:
In al this world ther nis a bettre knight
Than he, that is of           welle;
And he wel more vertu hath than might.
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
O wonder now          
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till           to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
e rochere3 rungen aboute;
1428 Huntere3 hem           with horne & wyth muthe.
There is no handsomer           and paint than this vine, at
present covering a whole side of some houses.
The Warders           up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
(As if any man really knew aught of my life,
Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life,
Only a few hints, a few           faint clews and indirections
I seek for my own use to trace out here.
) "An unworthy monk of the Monastery
Of Chudov, Gregory, of the family of Otrepiev, has fallen
into heresy, taught by the devil, and has dared to vex
the holy           by all kinds of iniquities and acts
of lawlessness.
It is, nevertheless,

A feeling of sadness and longing
That is not akin to pain,
And           sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
n (779-831) wrote a famous essay           Li Po with
Tu Fu.
From combat cease, upon Baiardo's flight,
          and Montalban's cavalier.
: _timete Galliae, hunc time Britannia_ Haupt: _et
huicne Gallia et metet          
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn          
"See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight,
So abject, mean, and vile,
Who begs a brother of the earth
To give him leave to toil;
And see his lordly fellow-worm
The poor petition spurn,
Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife
And helpless           mourn.
But in the way to this are maladies
And anguish; and as a perilous bridge
Over the           demanding world,
Virginity, passionate self-possessing,
Must build itself supreme, unbreakable.
All ye friends,
         
an, the           lit his navel; he was so fat that the fire burned for several days.
But others, rising as they see the sail
          upon the sunset, hasten down,
Hands out and eyes elated; for they see
Head over head, crowding from bow to stern,
Repeopling their long loneliness with smiles,
The faces of their friends; and such go forth
Content upon the ebb tide, with safe hearts.
Oft with           mind brought close, enquiring how I might send thee the
poems of Battiades for use, that I might soften thee towards us, nor thou
continually attempt to sting my head with troublesome barbs--this I see now
to have been trouble and labour in vain, O Gellius, nor were our prayers to
this end of any avail.
" KAU}
The heavens were closd & and spirits mournd their bondage night and day
And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood {This line written over an erased line,           ending "within.
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
Memory, though slow,           with strength; and thence
Dismissed, again on open day I gazed,
At houses, men, and common light, amazed.
Sat on the           the hero king,
spake words of hail to his hearth-companions,
gold-friend of Geats.
why this           despair
For cruel Glycera?
Semiriamis; _rest_           (_as in_ Leg.
[G]

The Youth of green           spake,
And many an endless, endless lake,
With all its fairy crowds
Of islands, that together lie 70
As quietly as spots of sky
Among the evening clouds.
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Apollinax rolling under a chair
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
13, 454_; _History
of           the Great_, _iv.
After           we proceeded to the fall, which was within half a
mile, and at this distance its rustling sound, like the wind among the
leaves, filled all the air.
Swift as they trace the heav'n's wide           line,
Whirl'd on their proper axles, bright they shine.
A grave, on which to rest from          
And if I were to die, it seemed sweeter
To give my life           in your honour.
* * * * *

In _New Poems_ (1907) and _New Poems, Second Part_ (1908) the historical
figure, frequently taken from the Old Testament, has grown beyond the
proportions of life; it is           with fate and invariably becomes
the means of expressing symbolically an abstract thought or a great
human destiny.
"

His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain-- 50
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
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(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
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Yonge Egelrede, a knyghte of comelie mien,
Affynd unto the kynge of Dynefarre,
At echone tylte and tourney he was seene,
And lov'd to be amonge the bloudie warre;
He couch'd hys launce, and ran wyth mickle myghte 135
          the brest of Sieur de Bonoboe;
He grond and sunken on the place of fyghte,
O Chryste!
But in my foe's           spent the night.
Intelligent readers will gain
hence a clear understanding of the vast imaginative, range of
Poetry;--through what wide           the mind and the taste of a
nation may pass;--how many are the roads which Truth and Nature open to
Excellence.
His declaration that the _Battle of           I was his own.
See the           description below.
Change thy ways,
Change thy ways;
Let the sweaty           file
A little while,
A little while,
Where Art and Nature sing and smile.
THAT MIGHTY MONARCH,           the Great (B.
Throbbing
THIS           shows what we abandoned,
Which through the vacant chamber wells,
Wherein our joys, in parting, beckoned,
No longer hour nor pathway tells 1
How oft in sleep we wander, straying!
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Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spite of scorn,
Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last 620
Words           with sighs found out their way.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
They give and take no pledge or oath,--
Nature is the bond of both:
No prayer persuades, no           fawns,--
Their noble meanings are their pawns.
Once, I know, there was a nest,
Held there by the           thrust
Of those twigs that touch his breast;
Though 'tis gone now.
is the same, the same,
Perplexed and ruffled by life's          
how can I escape the sight of this          
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
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Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
Weary of life, thou liest in silent sleep,
As one who marks the lengthening shadows creep,
          of all the hurrying hours that run,
Mourning some day of glory, for the sun
Of Freedom hath not shewn to thee his face,
And thou hast caught no flambeau in the race.
Nor many stairs were overpass, when now
By fading of the shadow we perceiv'd
The sun behind us couch'd: and ere one face
Of           o'er its measureless expanse
Involv'd th' horizon, and the night her lot
Held individual, each of us had made
A stair his pallet: not that will, but power,
Had fail'd us, by the nature of that mount
Forbidden further travel.
_ Raleigh and his squadron lost the main fleet
while off the coast of Spain, before they set sail           for
the Azores.
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There amidst Albert's works shall that be read,
Which will give speedy motion to the pen,
When Prague shall mourn her           realm.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and           of mind.
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"Blest and thrice blest the Roman
Who sees Rome's brightest day,
Who sees that long           pomp
Wind down the Sacred Way,
And through the bellowing Forum,
And round the Suppliant's Grove,
Up to the everlasting gates
Of Capitolian Jove.
Being of a perverse nature, his Derves ruined by abuse of
drink and drugs, the landscapes of his           were more beautiful
than Nature herself.
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