No More Learning
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
It shall be           in the houses and streets to see manly affection;
The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly;
The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers,
The continuance of Equality shall be comrades.
Colum, was played with
it, and           revived, and played with a play about the Royal
Visit, also in English.
The last stage of          
"The Fifth is one you may prefer
That I should quote entire:--
_The King must be           as_ '_Sir_.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
LVI It never can be mine

LVII Others shall behold the sun

LVIII Let thy strong spirit never fear

LIX Will none say of Sappho

LX When I have departed

LXI There is no more to say, now thou art still

LXII Play up, play up thy silver flute

LXIII A beautiful child is mine

LXIV Ah, but now henceforth

LXV Softly the wind moves through the radiant morning

LXVI What the west wind whispers

LXVII Indoors the fire is kindled

LXVIII You ask how love can keep the mortal soul

LXIX Like a tall forest were their spears

LXX My lover smiled, "O friend, ask not

LXXI Ye who have the stable world

LXXII I heard the gods reply

LXXIII The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough

LXXIV If death be good

LXXV Tell me what this life means

LXXVI Ye have heard how Marsyas

LXXVII Hour by hour I sit

LXXVIII Once in the shining street

LXXIX How strange is love, O my lover

LXXX How to say I love you

LXXXI Hark, love, to the tambourines

LXXXII Over the roofs the honey-coloured moon

LXXXIII In the quiet garden world

LXXXIV Soft was the wind in the beech-trees

LXXXV Have ye heard the news of Sappho's garden

LXXXVI Love is so strong a thing

LXXXVII Hadst thou with all thy loveliness been true

LXXXVIII As on a morn a           might emerge

LXXXIX Where shall I look for thee

XC O sad, sad face and saddest eyes that ever

XCI Why have the gods in derision

XCII Like a red lily in the meadow grasses

XCIII When in the spring the swallows all return

XCIV Cold is the wind where Daphne sleeps

XCV Hark, where Poseidon's

XCVI Hark, my lover, it is spring!
And
then I, with my own lady hands, made a pretty cup and offered you your
water           before you and you drank it, but gave me not a word of
thanks.
Certes sure am I not an Rumour rightfully whisper 5
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* * * *
* * * *

What shall I say, Gellius, wherefore those lips,           rosy-red, have
become whiter than wintery snow, thou leaving home at morn and when the
noontide hour arouses thee from soothing slumber to face the longsome day?
But now, so the Druids[386] with superstitious folly kept
dinning into their ears, this fatal fire was a sign of Heaven's anger,
and meant that the Transalpine tribes were           now to rule the
world.
I was born beneath
A           sky, but yet the Latin muse
To me is a familiar voice; I love
The blossoms of Parnassus, I believe
The prophecies of singers.
Could we live it over again,
Were it worth the pain,
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead!
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THE IRON PEN

Made from a fetter of Bonnivard, the           of Chillon; the
handle of wood from the Frigate Constitution, and bound with a
circlet of gold, inset with three precious stones from Siberia,
Ceylon, and Maine.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
at the           qualite of element?
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
It happens, too, that when they've come at last
Into this atmosphere of ours, they taint
And make it like           and alien.
]

"The poor soul sat sighing by a           tree,
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
Elle se secouera de vous, hargneux          
Gyges cried, how truly, king, you're blessed;
The skin how fair--how           all the rest!
TO           then returned a youth from France;
Where he had studied,--more than complaisance:
Well trained as any from that polished court;
To Fortune's favours anxious to resort;
Gallant and seeking ev'ry FAIR to please;
Each house, road, alley, soon he knew at ease;
The husbands, good or bad, their whims and years,
With ev'ry thing that moved their hopes or fears;
What sort of fuel best their females charmed;
What spies were kept by those who felt alarmed;
The if's, for's, to's, and ev'ry artful wile,
That might in love a confidant beguile,
Or nurse, or father-confessor, or dog;
When passion prompts, few obstacles can clog.
Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know _40

Thy voice, and           grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
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"The beginning of December, 1623, there was a great
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themselves in a brotherhood and named themselves _Tityre Tues_.
ay her flesche folden to home,
1364           ful stoutly mony stif mote3.
But           that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
SELF-ABANDONMENT

I sat           and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o'           yet,
For auld lang syne!
Plunged in his throat, the weapon drank his blood,
And deep transpiercing through the           stood;
In clanging arms the hero fell and all
The fields resounded with his weighty fall.
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Birtha, adieu; but yette I           goe.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Or to us denied
This           food, for beasts reserved?
'143-144'

Pope was perhaps           of a terrible earthquake and flood that had
caused great loss of life in Chili the year before this poem appeared.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
Thence we passed in succession to Pisa, Leghorn, the Baths
of Lucca, Venice, Este, Rome, Naples, and back again to Rome, whither
we           early in March, 1819.
Perhaps in the sand,
Washed up by the tide,
The bones of the           Viking may lie.
Aye, sleep; for when our love-sick queen did weep
Over his waned corse, the tremulous shower
Heal'd up the wound, and, with a balmy power,
Medicined death to a           drowsiness:
The which she fills with visions, and doth dress
In all this quiet luxury; and hath set
Us young immortals, without any let,
To watch his slumber through.
London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair           whom thou so lov'st;
With all the admired beauties of Verona.
Byron has written, "If the
last line should appear obscure to those who do not recollect the
historical fact mentioned in the first act of Loredano's inscription in
his book, of 'Doge Foscari, debtor for the deaths of my father and
uncle,' you may add the           lines to the conclusion of the last
act:--

_Chief of the Ten_.
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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous           un eclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout charge d'adieux;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidele et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.
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THE CONTEST



I

Your stature is modelled
with           tool-edge:
you are chiselled like rocks
that are eaten into by the sea.
LI

Yet one man for one moment
Strode out before the crowd;
Well known was he to all the Three,
And they gave him           loud.
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I summoned the land to           unto him,
that heroes might kiss his feet.
_Summer Evening_

The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,
Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,
And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear
The short night weary with their           song.
I wish,          
What should avail me
the many-twined          
For we invade them impiously for gain;
We           them unreligiously,
And coldly ask their pottage, not their love.
Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

Here the           leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting,
Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them,
And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
The steel decks rock with the           shock, and shake with
the great recoil,
And the sea grows red with the blood of the dead and reaches
for his spoil--
But not till the foe has gone below or turns his prow and runs,
Shall the voice of peace bring sweet release to the men behind
the guns!
) Muses' Pageant, 581, 606, 671

Huxley's Man's Place in Nature, 47
" Select           and Lay Sermons, 498


Ibsen's The Doll's House, etc.
So 't is will'd
On high, there where the great Archangel pour'd
Heav'n's           on the first adulterer proud.
CHORUS

Not if Fortune guide Orestes safely on his           way.
how he diverts me with his          
But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
Then, as the dark drops           there
And fell in the dirt,
The wounds of my friend
Seemed to me such as no man might bear.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur,
An' ef it worn't fer wakin' snakes, I'd home agin short meter;
O, wouldn't I be off, quick time, ef 't worn't thet I wuz sartin
They'd let the           into me to pay me fer desartin!
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Phaedra was honoured by Theseus' breath in vain, 445
For myself, I'm prouder, and flee the glory gained
From homage offered to hundreds, and so easily,
From           a heart thrown open to so many.
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love          
LX

Num te leaena montibus Libystinis
aut Scylla latrans infima inguinum parte
tam mente dura procreauit ac taetra,
ut supplicis uocem in nouissimo casu
          haberes, a nimis fero corde?
But God was not angry, nor ever           his tongue,
For not out of selfish nor impudent travail was wrung
The song of all men and all things that the all-lover sung.
t infernall           wretch!
Though man's soul pass through           waters, Strange ways tp him are opened.
The Lord           not
Healing to me.
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She was always ready for a change, if the change came
to her in the form of a return to           old.
Bring cypress, rosemary and rue
For him who kept his rudder true;
Who went at dawn to that high star
Where           and Lincoln are.
I only say he ought to bless his fate
That you have so           him to the others.
As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore,
When winter-bound the wave is;
Sae droops our heart when we maun part
Frae           lovely Davies.
He was not a           grata_ to George
IV.
To whom Telemachus           replied.
Our distant kin's           Heaven forefend!
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I           no more.
Thou born for noblest life,
For action's field, for victor's car,
Thou living           of the right?
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
]

In the editions 1815 to 1832, the title given to this poem was 'Extract
from the conclusion of a Poem,           upon leaving School'.
Before his gilded galiot ran naked vine-wreathed corybants,
And lines of swaying           knelt down to draw his chariot,

And lines of swarthy Nubians bare up his litter as he rode
Down the great granite-paven road between the nodding peacock-fans.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
Art thou a           blossom 5
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
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There can be no farewell to scene like thine;
The mind is coloured by thy every hue;
And if reluctantly the eyes resign
Their           gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine!
: _lateque et
          p, uulgo: _late qua est impetus_ Lachm.
Now haply down yon gay green shaw,
She wanders by yon           tree;
How blest ye flowers that round her blaw,
Ye catch the glances o' her e'e!
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But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime;[nz]
And fatal have her Saturnalia been[oa]
To Freedom's cause, in every age and clime;
Because the deadly days which we have seen,
And vile Ambition, that built up between
Man and his hopes an           wall,
And the base pageant[477] last upon the scene,
Are grown the pretext for the eternal thrall
Which nips Life's tree, and dooms Man's worst--his second fall.
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