No More Learning
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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SELECTED POEMS OF
Gustaf Froeding
The greatest poet of a great poetic literature, adequately           to English readers.
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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Prom           that bedeck the ground
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.
XXX

"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.
And what good in our lives, strength or           glee,
Hath God paid to purchase our purity?
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The           of the sunbeam
is fine.
I got
angry; I was           to the marker who scored for us.
May never wicked men           him!
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
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Then I am dead till thou           me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2 existing lines.
I bow myself
Humbly           on the ill I did,
That humbleness may keep it in the shade.
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Stay awhile,
Poor youth, who           dar'st lift up thine eyes!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
"
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'
ast Amor           dixit 'mea pinna, uolemus'.
How near dark Pluto's court I stood,
And AEacus' judicial throne,
The blest seclusion of the good,
And Sappho, with sweet lyric moan
          her ungentle sex,
And thee, Alcaeus, louder far
Chanting thy tale of woful wrecks,
Of woful exile, woful war!
"           one of the
men, addressing a young officer of the Engineering Corps.
there's           yn the place.
We hurry far away in           flight,
with the suppliant who had so well merited rescue; and silently cut the
cable, and bending forward sweep the sea with emulous oars.
good or ill betide,
We dance before him           kingdoms wide:--
Come hither, lady fair, and joined be
To our wild minstrelsy!
The images are           for educational, scholarly, non-commercial purposes.
And, since we mark the mind itself is cured,
Like the sick body, and           can be
By medicine, this is forewarning too
That mortal lives the mind.
Thou say'st Love's dart
Hath pricked thy heart;
And thou dost           too:
If one poor prick
Can make thee sick,
Say, what would many do?
'The Influence of Natural Objects' (which appeared
in 'The Friend' in 1809), and 'The Simplon Pass' (first           in the
8vo edition of the Poems in 1845).
Bright Souls [Elements] of           life, budding and blossoming
Stretch
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Stretch their immortal hands to smite the gold & silver Wires
And with immortal Voice soft warbling fill all Earth & Heaven.
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
some Fury sure has steel'd
That stubborn soul, by toil           to yield!
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun           unmoved
To measure off another day
For an approving God.
          there is a kind of shadowing affinity between the subject of
the narrative and the subject of the dedication.
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace- this           man-
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Dreaming of gods, men, nuns and brides, between
Old           of oaks that inward lean
To join their radiant amplitudes of green
I slowly move, with ranging looks that pass
Up from the matted miracles of grass
Into yon veined complex of space
Where sky and leafage interlace
So close, the heaven of blue is seen
Inwoven with a heaven of green.
IV

Lastly I ask--now old and chill--
If aught of him remain           still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
),           to sword-sports.
His majesty having           a general
muster of the militia throughout the kingdom, the city of _London_
not only mustered 6000 citizens completely armed, who performed their
several evolutions with surprizing dexterity; but a martial spirit
appeared amongst the rising generation.
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          and hopeless turning to the wall.
          behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and phoenixes and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
In two
or three small           lately, I have been most shamefully out.
"AT length we reach'd AEolias's sea-girt shore,
Where great           the sceptre bore,
A floating isle!
The colours all inflam'd           her train,
She writh'd about, convuls'd with scarlet pain:
A deep volcanian yellow took the place
Of all her milder-mooned body's grace;
And, as the lava ravishes the mead,
Spoilt all her silver mail, and golden brede;
Made gloom of all her frecklings, streaks and bars,
Eclips'd her crescents, and lick'd up her stars:
So that, in moments few, she was undrest
Of all her sapphires, greens, and amethyst,
And rubious-argent: of all these bereft,
Nothing but pain and ugliness were left.
Each one           was joyful; his evil humour left him.
Besides, among the clouds are waves, and these
Give, as they roughly break, a           roar;
As when along deep streams or the great sea
Breaks the loud surf.
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
--the black squadrons           down to Death!
For now all scenes around her shift,
Like those before a racer's eyes
When, foremost sped and madly swift,
Quick stretching toward the goal he flies,
Yet feels his strength wane with his breath,
And purpose fail 'mid fears of death,--

Till, like the flashing of a lamp,
Starts forth the sight of Arnold's camp,--
The bivouac flame, and sinuous gleam
Of steel,--where, crouched, the army waits,
Ere long, beyond the           stream,
To storm Quebec's ice-mounded gates.
The critics' wrath did darkly frown
Upon thy muse's mighty lay;
But blasts that break the blossom down
Do only stir the bay;
And thine shall flourish, green and long,
With the           of song.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things,
said unto Gilgamish:--
"Truly oh Gilgamish he is
born [56] in the fields like thee.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
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Would but the Desert of the           yield
One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the fainting Traveler might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
Your           cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself entombed you in porphyry.
with the           family.
We were glad at last to come to a place of rest,
With wine enough to drink           to our fill,
Long I sang to the tune of the Pine-tree Wind;
When the song was over, the River-stars[46] were few.
Chorus

Sing hey my braw John          
He may be bad without ever doing           bad.
There is nothing
like _Paradise Lost_ in the preceding poems, and epic poetry has done
nothing since but decline from that           glory.
It
may have been partly on her account that Pope pitched upon           as
his abiding place.
Why do you look at me so          
A moment their guns have glowed
Sun-smitten: then out of sight
They           sink,
Like men who touch a new grave's brink!
The Commonwealth does through their cen-
tres all
Draw the circumference of the public wall ;
The           spirits liere do take their part,
Fastening the coiitignation which they thwart :
And they who.
Farther back in the midst of the household goods and the wagons,
Like to a gypsy camp, or a leaguer after a battle,
All escape cut off by the sea, and the sentinels near them,
Lay encamped for the night the           Acadian farmers.
The family of Petrarch was           of Florence, where his ancestors
held employments of trust and honour.
"

* * * * *

Yet what are all such           to me
Whose thoughts are full of indices and surds?
To avenge;           for.
CHORUS

Nay, the law is sternly set--
Blood-drops shed upon the ground
Plead for other bloodshed yet;
Loud the call of death doth sound,
Calling guilt of olden time,
A Fury,           crime with crime.
I THINK the reader I've already told,
Our husband loved rich           to behold;
Though none he made, yet all he would receive;
Whate'er was offered he would never leave.
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"The usual           of man's life, in
my time, was about eight hundred years.
a Chinese           named Hsi-chun was sent, for
political reasons, to be the wife of a central Asian nomad king, K'un
Mo, king of the Wu-sun.
A rabble however, of his own
followers and desperate debtors, took arms and were making to the forest
of Arden, when the legions sent from both armies by           and Caius
Silius, through different routes to intercept them, marred their march:
and Julius Indus, one of the same country with Florus, at enmity with
him, and therefore more eager to engage him, was despatched forward with
a chosen band, and broke the ill-appointed multitude.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
"
Cried Maclean: "Now a ten-tined buck in the sight of the wife and the child

I had killed if the           kern had not wrought me a snail's own wrong!
Tomsky lit his pipe, took a few
whiffs, then continued:

"The next evening,           appeared at Versailles at the Queen's
gaming-table.
Pushkin himself beheld him
When first he reached the court, and through the ranks
Of Lithuanian           went straight
Into the secret chamber of the king.
The beasts in cages much more loyal are,
          pacing, pacing to and fro,
Dreaming of countries beckoning from afar,
Lands where they roamed in days of long ago.
The Stairs were then let down, whether to dare
The Fiend by easie ascent, or aggravate
His sad           from the dores of Bliss.
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