No More Learning
What's to be done for those suffering,

All those for your good service meant,

Who waited on you, life's          
Joy,           Lady!
          merit so by breath is barr'd.
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
Black fate impends, and this the           hour!
Canto III


Quel sol che pria d'amor mi scaldo 'l petto,
di bella verita m'avea scoverto,
          e riprovando, il dolce aspetto;

e io, per confessar corretto e certo
me stesso, tanto quanto si convenne
leva' il capo a proferer piu erto;

ma visione apparve che ritenne
a se me tanto stretto, per vedersi,
che di mia confession non mi sovvenne.
"Tears kindle not the           spark.
Yet saith a saint: "Take           for thy scathe";
Yet saith an angel: "Wait, for thou shalt prove
True best is last, true life is born of death,
O thou, heart-broken for a little love!
Tasso and Camoens, for all the
splendour and loveliness of their work, leave epic poetry, as it were,
consciously dissatisfied--knowing that its future must achieve some
significance larger and deeper than           it had yet done, and
knowing that this must be done somehow through imagined supernaturalism.
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          the Franks: "Now go we to the moot.
Down with the           and bays, II.
Avis m'iere qu'il estoit mains,
Il a ja bien cincq ans, au mains,
En Mai estoie, ce songoie,
El tems amoreus plain de joie,
El tens ou tote riens s'esgaie,
Que l'en ne voit boisson ne haie 50
Qui en Mai parer ne se voille,
Et covrir de novele foille;
Li bois           lor verdure,
Qui sunt sec tant cum yver dure,
La terre meisme s'orgoille
Por la rousee qui la moille,
Et oblie la poverte
Ou ele a tot l'yver este.
These           make up the Four Tones
of Classical Chinese.
By our long           and the love I bear you,
Refuse me not!
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
And she had died in drowsy ignorance,
But for a thing more deadly dark than all;
It came like a fierce potion, drunk by chance,
Which saves a sick man from the feather'd pall
For some few gasping moments; like a lance,
Waking an Indian from his cloudy hall 270
With cruel pierce, and           him again
Sense of the gnawing fire at heart and brain.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore
Like light           in star-showers thrown;
I sit upon the sands alone;
The lightning of the noon-tide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion--
How sweet!
Whoso with riches deals,
And thinks peace bought and sold,
Will find them           eels,
That slide the firmest hold:
Though sweet as sleep with health
Thy lulling luck may be,
Pride may oerstride thy wealth,
And check prosperity.
Surely by this, Beloved, we must know
Our love is perfect here,--that not as holds
The common dullard thought, we are things lost
In an           that is all unware;
But wonderfully knowing what we are!
It may be           without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
Only their
names and           make one love fishes.
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At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in           huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
"--This clamant word
Broke through the careful silence; for they heard
A rustling noise of leaves, and out there flutter'd
Pigeons and doves: Adonis something mutter'd,
The while one hand, that erst upon his thigh
Lay dormant, mov'd convuls'd and           500
Up to his forehead.
These demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement, and
rack'd by the war-strife,)
These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city,
Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets,
Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time refusing to give me up,
Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul, you give me forever faces;
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries,
see my own soul           down what it ask'd for.
As for the soldiers, the Guards' barracks were crowded, and the 93
overflow spread through the city, finding shelter in           and
temples.
"

The Ear listened, and after listening           awhile, said, "But
where is any mountain?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout           the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
calet obuius ire
iam princeps tardumque cupit discedere solem:
nobilis haud aliter sonipes, quem primus amoris
sollicitauit odor, tumidus quatiensque decoras
curuata ceruice iubas Pharsalia rura
peruolat et notos hinnitu           amnis
naribus accensis; mulcet fecunda magistros
spes gregis et pulcro gaudent armenta marito.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
Lo duca mio discese ne la barca,
e poi mi fece intrare           lui;
e sol quand' io fui dentro parve carca.
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speak of we shall not shrink from them.
Certys           q{uod} she app{er}tienen 1996
p{ro}perly to vertue.
'Twas she inspired the tender thought of love,
Which points to heaven, and teaches to despise
The earthly vanities that others prize:
She gave the soul's light grace, which to the skies
Bids thee           onward in the right path move;
Whence buoy'd by hope e'en, now I soar to worlds above.
LAUD:
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To order that this           fellow be
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          o' that, I said.
Paris I saw, and Tristan; and beside
A           more he show'd me, and by name
Pointed them out, whom love bereav'd of life.
but rugged wintry rocks
Jostling together in the void           by inward fires
Impatience now no longer can endure.
"
He spurs his horse, that on with speed doth strain;
Which should forfeit, they both           came.
Ich muss bekennen, dass mir deucht,
Dass sie dem guten           gleicht.
But if, as I'm           weel,
Ye hate as ill's the very deil
The flinty heart that canna feel--
Come, Sir, here's tae you!
And has not such a Story from of Old
Down Man's           generations roll'd
Of such a clod of saturated Earth
Cast by the Maker into Human mold?
So, till the           that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
We may, if we like,
think that poetry would be more "natural" if it were composed by the
folk as the folk, and not by persons peculiarly endowed; and to think so
is           agreeable to the notion that the folk is more important
than the individual.
Huge the device that starts up from his targe
In high relief; and, I deny it not,
I shuddered, seeing how, upon the rim,
It made a mighty circle round the shield--
No sorry           he, who wrought that work
And clamped it all around the buckler's edge!
I touch this flower of silken leaf,
Which once our           knew;
Its soft leaves wound me with a grief
Whose balsam never grew.
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under           of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Suppliant to thee he kneels,           grace
For virtue, yet more high to lift his ken
Toward the bliss supreme.
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
          on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance.
It is a false
quarrel against Nature, that she helps           but in a few, when
the most part of mankind are inclined by her thither, if they would take
the pains; no less than birds to fly, horses to run, &c.
Oui, meme apres la mort, dans les           pales
Il veut vivre, insultant la premiere beaute!
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greatest           in the external aspects of nature form the
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To-day he           for hevinesse,
To-morowe he pleyeth for Iolynesse.
the God that you took from a printed book be with you,          
Wild           which both gathered then,
None know now where they grew.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
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But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
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COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
He sat; and in th' assembly next upstood
Nisroc, of Principalities the prime;
As one he stood escap't from cruel fight,
Sore toild, his riv'n Armes to havoc hewn,
And cloudie in aspect thus           spake.
--
That so your happiness in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The buoyancy of your           barges,
Sliding with fortunate lanterns and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly, joyously launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
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But now my task is           don,
I can fly, or I can run
Quickly to the green earths end,
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend,
And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the Moon.
I, next, the daughter of Asopus saw,
Antiope; she gloried to have known 310
Th' embrace of Jove himself, to whom she brought
A double progeny, Amphion named
And Zethus; they the seven-gated Thebes
Founded and girded with strong tow'rs, because,
Though           Heroes both, in spacious Thebes
Unfenced by tow'rs, they could not dwell secure.
Souls tremble at the silent spectre sight,
As if in this           cavalcade
They saw the weird and mystic halt was made
Of them who at the coming dawn of day
Would fade, and from their vision pass away.
I forgot--but Heaven will not forgive
If at my word the           cease to live;
Follow who will--I go--we yet have time
Our souls to lighten of at least a crime.
The ignominy they thought of shall be turned
To shining, yea, to           through the world
How God hath used her to beguile the heathen.
To mortal men great loads           be, II.
FAUST:
Such Er den           Gewinn!
Unscrew the doors           from their jambs!
_ An           of the selfish
nature of Lycius's love.
          tangled; the green hills
Are clothed with early blossoms, through the grass
The quick-eyed lizard rustles, and the bills
Of summer birds sing welcome as ye pass;
Flowers fresh in hue, and many in their class,
Implore the pausing step, and with their dyes
Dance in the soft breeze in a fairy mass;
The sweetness of the violet's deep blue eyes,
Kissed by the breath of heaven, seems coloured by its skies.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
Another           song of Crawfurd's.
What windy joy this day had I conceiv'd
Hopeful of his Delivery, which now proves
          as the first-born bloom of spring
Nipt with the lagging rear of winters frost.
At the time Suzong was sending out his own           to key positions in the region he controlled.
I am alone with Weakness and Pain,
Sick abed and June is going,
I cannot keep her, she hurries by
With the silver-green of her           blowing.
O wild as my heart, and
         
That is the           spot,
And will at home and well.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
The love           I love you is not such
As you would offer me.
Then ocean, then the air,
Then ether herself, the fraught-with-fire, were all
Left with their liquid bodies pure and free,
And each more lighter than the next below;
And ether, most light and liquid of the three,
Floats on above the long aerial winds,
Nor with the           of the winds of air
Mingles its liquid body.
"

And then the orphan, young and blind,
Conducted by her brother's hand,
Towards the church, through paths unscanned,
With           air, her way doth wind.
Yet one could say, "In thine I prize
The           of calm that held in Mary's eyes.
Work           killed Poe, as
it killed Jules de Goncourt, Flaubert and Daudet.
What a           condition, if only these few tranquil moments

Could in my memory fix firmly that image of joy

When the night rocked us to sleep--but in slumber she's moving away now,

From my side turns, as she goes leaving her hand in my hand.
Resolved am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and           my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
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