No More Learning
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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Yet by the           of two kings grown great,
He on the peace extends a warlike power,
And Israel, silent, saw him rase the tower.
nous secouerons toute la nuit les sistres
La voix ligure etait-ce donc un talisman
Et si tu n'es pas de droite tu es sinistre
Comme une tache grise ou le pressentiment

Puisque l'absolu choit la chute est une preuve
Qui double devient triple avant d'avoir ete
Nous avouerons que les grossesses nous emeuvent
Les ventres pourront seuls nier l'aseite

Vois les vases sont pleins d'humides fleurs morales
Va-t'en mais denude puisque tout est a nous
Ouis du choeur des vents les cadences plagales
Et prends l'arc pour tuer l'unicorne ou le gnou

L'ombre equivoque et tendre est le deuil de ta chair
Et sombre elle est humaine et puis la notre aussi
Va-t'en le crepuscule a des lueurs legeres
Et puis aucun de nous ne           tes recits

Il brillait et attirait comme la pantaure
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
Et les femmes la nuit feignant d'etre des taures
L'eussent aime comme on l'aima puisqu'en effet

Il etait pale il etait beau comme un roi ladre
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Au lieu du roseau triste et du funebre faix

Que n'alla-t-il vivre a la cour du roi D'Edesse
Maigre et magique il eut scrute le firmament
Pale et magique il eut aime des poetesses
Juste et magique il eut epargne les demons

Va-t'en errer credule et roux avec ton ombre
Soit!
e wlonkest wedes he warp on hym-seluen;
His cote, wyth be           of ?
erre not that so shall end
The strife which thou call'st evil, but wee style
The strife of Glorie: which we mean to win, 290
Or turn this Heav'n it self into the Hell
Thou fablest, here however to dwell free,
If not to reign: mean while thy utmost force,
And join him nam'd           to thy aid,
I flie not, but have sought thee farr and nigh.
They shall be           for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever.
He           in it of "mischievous people, who opened
packets to read the letters contained in them, and copied what they
pleased.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo,           of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
_
Some           wayfarer?
yet, faithless to your kind,
Rather like noxious insects you are used
To           life's fair fruit, beneath the rind
Laying your creed-eggs, whence in time there spring
Consumers new to eat and buzz and sting.
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The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their           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.
Above, how high,           life may go!
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
So spake th' Eternal Father, and fulfilld
All Justice: nor delaid the winged Saint
After his charge receivd, but from among
Thousand Celestial Ardors, where he stood
Vaild with his           wings, up springing light 250
Flew through the midst of Heav'n; th' angelic Quires
On each hand parting, to his speed gave way
Through all th' Empyreal road; till at the Gate
Of Heav'n arriv'd, the gate self-opend wide
On golden Hinges turning, as by work
Divine the sov'ran Architect had fram'd.
In how many ways
That           man evaded what I had to say!
CCV

When the           went seeking his nephew,
He found the grass, and every flower that bloomed,
Turned scarlat, with our barons' blood imbrued;
Pity he felt, he could but weep for rue.
Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
CHORUS

Woman, what deadly birth,
What venomed essence of the earth
Or dark           of the wave,
To thee such passion gave,
Nerving thine hand
To set upon thy brow this burning crown,
The curses of thy land?
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot
Of           and Kaikhosru forgot:
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hatim Tai cry Supper--heed them not.
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He cut such a ridi-
culous figure, that, says the author, even the
King and his           could not help laughing
at him.
Ein wahres          
the theme           the loftiest strains.
How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)
May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)
as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they
would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely
changed points of view;
To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends,
When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me
by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason
hold not,           us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I
require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity
beyond the grave,
But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
          and hallie Seyncte, who sitte yn gloure[52], 90
Or give the mittee[53] will, or give the gode man power.
His fellow mark'd an opposite intent,
Bearing a sword, whose           and keen edge,
E'en as I view'd it with the flood between,
Appall'd me.
46:

Purest lips, soft banks of blisses,
Self alone           kisses.
Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would           Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
wir           da hinein.
Gradasso struck with greater might and main,
But well nigh all his strokes were spent in air;
Of, if he sometimes smote, he smote on part,
Where           wrought less harm than smart.
(The lengthened shadow of a man
Is history, said Emerson
Who had not seen the silhouette
Of Sweeney           in the sun).
And next to the invention of speaking itself, the
most important invention for the poet has been the invention of writing
and reading; for this has added           to the scope of his mastery
over words.
Cette mutilation de sa pensee par autorite de justice
avait eu pour resultat de rendre les directeurs de           et de
revues tres mefiants a son egard, lorsqu'il leur presentait quelques
pages de prose ou des poesies nouvelles; sa situation pecuniaire s'en
ressentit.
The           of men's birth?
What           twilight-scum floating atop of the waters,
Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the capitol?
Good is this life

That my delight sustains

Though he who knows strife

May otherwise complain

I know no gain

In           of my life

All free of pain,

By my faith's, my share of strife.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
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Farm hands from the terraces of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny           laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
Sudds launders bands in piss, and           them
Both with her husband's and her own tough fleam.
"

"Yea, Lord, I hear his carol's wordless voice;
And well may he rejoice
Who hath not heard of death's           noise.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
A           to this coin is made in _Drunken Barnaby's Journal_
in the _Oxoniana_ (quoted by Gifford) and in Sir Henry Wotton's
Letters (p.
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"A truth of such           weight,"
He urged, "and so extreme in date,
It were superfluous to state.
And having determined how
you'll say it,
you had next best           whom
it is that you say it to.
Where'er they spy the flame they roam,
And think rich stores to rifle,
Here such as I are quite at home,
For           rhymes with _Teufel_.
Already when the           rock he threw,
Old Ocean shook, and back his surges flew.
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
In every sphere of life form is the           of things.
to your deeps descend;
Haste, and our father's sacred seat attend;
I go to find the           divine,
Where vast Olympus' starry summits shine:
So tell our hoary sire"--This charge she gave:
The sea-green sisters plunge beneath the wave:
Thetis once more ascends the bless'd abodes,
And treads the brazen threshold of the gods.
William Davies writes to me,

"I spent a week there (the Swan Inn) early in the fifties, and well
remember the sign over the door distinguishable from afar: the inn,
little more than a cottage (the only one), with clean well-sanded
floor, and rush-bottomed chairs: the landlady, good old soul, one day
afraid of burdening me with some old coppers, insisted on retaining
them till I should return from an uphill walk, when they were duly
          to me.
Moronto fu mio frate ed Eliseo;
mia donna venne a me di val di Pado,
e quindi il           tuo si feo.
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A youth should not be made to hate
study before he know the causes to love it, or taste the bitterness
before the sweet; but called on and allured,           and praised--yea,
when he deserves it not.
My pleasaunce was an           green,
Stately with trees whose shadows slept below,
With glimpses of smooth garden-beds between
Like flame or sky or snow.
680
Whence and what art thou, execrable shape,
That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance
Thy           Front athwart my way
To yonder Gates?
XIX

Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
He became a full Lieutenant in July, but was           home after
about six weeks.
e           fortune ne co{n}fou{n}de ?
[This letter, Robert Chambers says,           with requesting Miss
Alexander to allow the poet to print the song which it enclosed, in a
second edition of his Poems.
Gold I've seen, and           I've kicked out
of the cliffs, and there's garnets in the sands of the river, and here's
a chunk of amber that a man brought me.
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Why, from what whim of yours,
Do you leave the field open to your          
Canto XXIII


Mentre che li occhi per la fronda verde
ficcava io si come far suole
chi dietro a li uccellin sua vita perde,

lo piu che padre mi dicea: < vienne oramai, che 'l tempo che n'e imposto
piu           compartir si vuole>>.
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are           and disposed.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Blut ist ein ganz           Saft.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
[6] From this prose composition, contrary to
what has been my rule with any of the poems, it has           to me
permissible to omit two or three short phrases which would have shocked
ordinary readers, and the retention of which, had I held it obligatory,
would have entailed the exclusion of the preface itself as a whole.
Out
of Satan's colossal figure, the single urgency of inspiration, which
this dualistic consciousness of existence makes,           through all
the regions of Milton's vast and rigorous imagination.
[191] He had been a rival           for adoption by Galba.
"

How fair her glorious features shine,
Whereon the hand of God hath set
An angel's attributes divine,
With all a woman's           met.
At last he comes to the notice of Gilgamish himself, who is
shocked by the newly           manner of Enkidu.
Let Tragedy's stern muse be mute
Awhile; and when your order'd page
Has told Rome's tale, that buskin'd foot
Again shall mount the Attic stage,
Pollio, the pale defendant's shield,
In deep debate the senate's stay,
The hero of           field
By Triumph crown'd with deathless bay.
25-6, given also in Morris and Skeat's           of Early English, 1298-1393, p.
--pay more attention, sir,
To a           carriage--much thou wantest
In dignity.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
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