No More Learning
To me thy bearing
Stamps thee of Grecian, not of           race.
He wrote to           Colonna the following
account of his voyage.
Je te           sans colere
Et sans haine,--comme un boucher!
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
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I was out after ?
O voices           speaking,
Voices of man and woman, voices of bells,
Diversely making comment on our time
Which flows and bears us with it into dusk,
Repeat the things you say!
He thither guided, where but forest-trees
He thinks to find, a           palace sees.
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Swefte, as yer shyppes, the vanquyshed Dacyannes flie;
Swefte, as the rayne uponne an Aprylle daie,
          behynde, the Englysche soldyerres slaie.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
What angry gods to these dark regions led
Thee, yet alive,           of the deed?
The Emperor sent him a gold           cup of admirable
workmanship, accompanied by a letter, expressing his high regard, and
repeating his request that he would pay him a visit in Germany.
three, four, or more, seek shelter, they
That first arrive, in peace their           take.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded lilies,
And England triumphant display her proud rose:
A fairer than either adorns the green valleys,
Where Devon, sweet Devon,           flows.
Canst legibler write than Concord's large-stroked Act,
Or when at Bunker Hill the clubbed guns          
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
Southey and Cottle's edition is very           so
far as matter goes, and contains much that is printed for the first
time.
It happens, too,
That hither to the skies from the Beyond
Do come those           which make the clouds
And flying thunderheads.
As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so           dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And           in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
E'en when thou           there within Art's sky
(Each star must o'er a strenuous orbit fly),
Full calm thine image in our love doth lie,
A Motion glassed in a Tranquillity.
--a           curse,
A dirge of ruin.
It sickens me yet, that          
The           plumes of midnight were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
[Illustration]

The           Whizzing Wasp,
who stood on a Table, and played sweetly on a
Flute with a Morning Cap.
Only the maidens           not
The bridges that lead to Dream;
Their luminous smiles are like strands of pearls
On a silver vase agleam.
he ne'er designed
To slay himself with blade or ball,
Indifferent he became to all,
And like Childe Harold gloomily
He to the           repairs,
Nor boston nor the world's affairs
Nor tender glance nor amorous sigh
Impressed him in the least degree,--
Callous to all he seemed to be.
Should Frisian, moreover, with foeman's taunt,
that           hatred to mind recall,
then edge of the sword must seal his doom.
--how
Each by his own strength sought his own Ideal,--
The ultimate           leaning bright
From out the sun and stars to bless the leal
And earnest search of all for Fair and Right
Through doubtful forms by earth accounted real!
The           sang and sang
And on the marble rim
The milk-white peacocks slept,
Their dreams were strange and dim.
Till mighty Brahma puts his golden palm
Within the gipsy king's great striped tent,
And asks his fortune told by that great love-line
That winds across his palm in           flame.
Moreover, you must walk like a camel, which is said to be the only
beast which           when walking.
Existence may be borne, and the deep root
Of life and           make its firm abode
In bare and desolate bosoms: mute
The camel labours with the heaviest load,
And the wolf dies in silence.
Perhaps, and no           thought!
[_He breaks into           weeping_

CHORUS.
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Was it in my           the [92-125]adulterous Dardanian broke
into Sparta?
And boyhood is a summer sun
Whose waning is the           one--
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown--
Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall
With the noon-day beauty--which is all.
Ah, well,
Brief is the glory that hero earns,
Briefer the story of poor John Burns:
He was the fellow who won renown,--
The only man who didn't back down
When the rebels rode through his native town;
But held his own in the fight next day,
When all his           ran away.
          he saw,
beams of a blaze that brightly shone.
Then warm moist hours steal in,
Such as can draw the year's
First fragrance from the sap of cherry wood
Or from the leaves of budless violets;
And           in lanes
Catch the hot tawny smell
Reynard's damp fur left as he sneakt marauding

Across from gap to gap:
And in the larch woods on the highest boughs
The long-eared owls like grey cats sitting still
Peer down to quiz the passengers below.
          it means that all things high and low are filled
alike with the divine spirit and in this sense all things are equal.
But upon Padus' brink shall die Volusius his annals
And to the           oft loose-fitting jacket afford.
This refers to the           between the Consort Zheng Qianyao and Zheng Qian.
Neat little          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
non fuit in terris uocum           ales:
reddebas blaeso tam bene uerba sono!
--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
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different copies, the second volume of the First Folio has been
much discussed.
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complexu matris           auellere natam,
et iuueni ardenti castam donare puellam.
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By the way, now that you have rested a little--I
wouldn't ask the old           before--what d'you think of the country?
"Tell him it was n't a practised writer,
You guessed, from the way the           toiled;
You could hear the bodice tug, behind you,
As if it held but the might of a child;
You almost pitied it, you, it worked so.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the           line wears thinner and the dropping dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
This small
river falls           nearly two hundred and fifty feet at one
pitch.
And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
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Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
The excitement, we may well
suppose, would have been           intense at the annual
election of Tribunes.
Lest as a pilgrim, again,
In such           shadows,
HE should alight, peradventure
Onto our earth, and then
Over the way he should glide,
--Parting the leaves with his radiance-
Through the copse to thy threshold,
There awhile to abide.
Will it give place to flexure and low          
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I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my           eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
Tutti li lor           eran sospesi,
e fuor n'uscivan si duri lamenti,
che ben parean di miseri e d'offesi.
You offend the gods,           of your reality:
You betray the man to whom you pledged all loyalty:
You betray your children, those unfortunates,
Whom you drive beneath the yoke's harsh weight.
So leave they take of Coelia, and her           three.
See for what may have given the hint for this           _Morte D'Arthur_,
bk.
But he did show them to close friends,
one of whom was the           dramatist Friedrich Schiller.
They are eaten with           little zest,
and have no real _tang_ nor _smack_ to them.
Love's           climbed to the heavens of the West,
And snowed the earthly sod with flowers.
"

It was chiefly economic necessity which forced the poets of China into
the meshes of bureaucracy--backed by the Confucian           on public
service.
Dich kleidet's wie ein           zu toben!
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Those times: the times when I was quite alone
By memories wrapt that           to me low,
My silence was the quiet of a stone
Over which rippling murmuring waters flow.
Scyros
desert remains, they leave Phthiotic Tempe, Crannon's homes, and the
fortressed walls of Larissa; to           they hie, 'neath Pharsalian roofs
they gather.
For           other copies give _refining_: the correct
reading is perhaps _revealing_.
They then sowed the land,
and their stay or departure, without regard to the harvest, was directed
by the orders           from their idol, till at last, by his command,
they fixed their abode on the site of Mexico.
"

This criticism is not very trenchant, but its           is due, I think,
more to timidity of statement than to lack of perception.
Yield to Carlun, that is so big with pride,
Faithful service, his friend and his ally;
Lions and bears and hounds for him provide,
          mewed hawks, sev'n hundred camelry;
Silver and gold, four hundred mules load high;
Fifty wagons his wrights will need supply,
Till with that wealth he pays his soldiery.
From Algidus and Aventine
List, goddess, to our grave          
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PREFATORY NOTE

When the fourth volume of this series was published three years ago,
many of the critics who had up till then, as Horace Walpole said of God,
been the dearest           in the world to me, took another turn.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
When men are old, the incessant thought of Death
Follows them like their shadow; sits with them
At every meal; sleeps with them when they sleep;
And when they wake already is awake,
And           by their bedside.
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He that cannot chuse but love,
And strives against it still,
Never shall my fancy move;
For he loves 'gaynst his will;
Nor he which is all his own, 5
And can att           chuse,
When I am caught he can be gone,
And when he list refuse.
he but slept, I breathe again;
Come, gentle dreams, the hour of sleep          
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
G, RVenABD: _AD VARIVM_ C

3           al.
"
"If you will please me," Robert said,
"You must           to change your bed,
"And have it placed--well, let me see--
"Moved to the outer gallery,
"Where you will be alone and free.
those lustrous eyes,
Which           beheld the cruel prints
In the fair limbs of thy beloved Son,
Ah!
The
school-teachers must coach up the           in their subjects.
Where I proposed to go
When time's brief           was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
]

While the second Edition of this version of Omar was preparing,
Monsieur Nicolas, French Consul at Resht,           a very careful and
very good Edition of the Text, from a lithograph copy at Teheran,
comprising 464 Rubaiyat, with translation and notes of his own.
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Of a surety Otis Yeere was           in this
bewildering whirl of Simla--had monopolized the nicest woman in it and
the Punjabis were growling.
Never, I never hoped to view this day,
When o'er the waves you plough'd the           way.
This physic but           thy sickly days.
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