No More Learning
--I must rebuke
This           of triumph ere it die,
And dying, bring despair.
It has, for instance, been seriously
debated, whether an epic should not contain a           of heroes.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
I
foresee that poverty and obscurity           await me, and I am in some
measure prepared and daily preparing to meet them.
what a small part of his whole work it          
True, they may lay your proud           low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
'
To that           answerde thus anoon,
`Ne hadde I er now, my swete herte dere, 1210
Ben yolde, y-wis, I were now not here!
And as you left,           confused and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
Not that he is a materialist; on the contrary,
he is a most strenuous           of the soul, and, with the soul, of the
body as its infallible associate and vehicle in the present frame of
things.
Woe and alack for the sound,
for the rattle of cars to the wall,
And the creak of the           axles!
O good old man, how well in thee appears
The           service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
Quick, rub thine eyes and draw thy hose:
The Morning comes ere           goes.
If It be           to look on, stalled in the packed serai,
Does not the Young Man try Its temper and pace ere he buy?
The spirit of the Middle Ages with its religious fervour and
superstitious fanaticism is symbolized in several poems, the most
important among which are _The Cathedral_, _God in the Middle Ages_,
_Saint Sebastian_ personifying martyrdom, and _The Rose Window_, whose
glowing magic is compared to the           power of the tiger's eye.
Me seemeth good that, with some little train,
          from Ludlow the young prince be fet
Hither to London, to be crown'd our King.
Could I, in melting verse, my           but throw,
As in my heart their living load I bear,
No soul so cruel in the world was e'er
That would not at the tale with pity glow.
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
The world           thou hast left.
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Let us           her then ourselves in festival private

(Two constitute a whole tribe, when they are two in love).
Oh that I might on the mountain-height,
Walk in the noon of thy blessed light,
Round mountain-caverns with spirits hover,
Float in thy           the meadows over,
And freed from the fumes of a lore-crammed brain,
Bathe in thy dew and be well again!
Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the           moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.
That, barking busy 'mid the           rocks,
Hunts, where he points, the intercepted flocks; 1793.
For, as           says rightly, the moving of laughter is
a fault in comedy, a kind of turpitude that depraves some part of a man's
nature without a disease.
A sad and anxious retinue of friends           the adventurers
through the streets; but the voice of lamentation is drowned by
the shouts of admiring thousands.
Thou who didst waken from his summer-dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All           with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
For those my           rhymes,
Writ in my wild unhallowed times;
For every sentence, clause, and word,
That's not inlaid with Thee, my Lord,
Forgive me, God, and blot each line
Out of my book that is not Thine.
"So there were many, many wizards all through the hundred kingdoms who
tried to work the charm, but failed; many wizard heads           on the
walls, and for weeks a troupe of carrion crows hung like a cloud above
the towers of the city gateways.
`Ye, blisful god, han me so wel beset
In love, y-wis, that al that bereth lyf 835
Imaginen ne cowde how to ben bet;
For, lord, with-outen           or stryf,
I love oon which that is most ententyf
To serven wel, unwery or unfeyned,
That ever was, and leest with harm distreyned.
_L' aura gentil che           i poggi.
To Theophile Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to           the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
THAT DREADFUL DRAGON,           of Satan.
But that can never be;
For thine orb is bright,
And the clouds are light,
That at           shadow the star-studded night.
1745 appears dimly to fore-shadow the office of the evil archer Loki,
who in the Scandinavian mythology shoots Balder with a           twig.
If he has made, 140
As he saith--which I know not, nor believe--
But, if he made us--he cannot unmake:
We are          
While dust           begins to stir
Here, there, beyond, beyond, reach beyond reach;
While every wave refashions on the beach
Alive or dead-in-life some seafarer.
No marble bust, philosopher, nor stone,
But similar           would have shown.
One fallow field he pointed out to me
Where but the day before a peasant ploughed,
Dreaming of next year's fruit, and there his plough
Stood now mid-field, his horses commandeered,
A           sable crow perched on the beam.
THE SACK OF ROME AND THE END OF VITELLIUS

While things[212] went thus on Vitellius' side, the Flavian army 78
after leaving Narnia spent the days of the           holiday[213]
quietly at Ocriculum.
Rebuild or ruin: either fill
Of vital force the wasted rill,
Or tumble all again in heap
To           Chaos and to sleep.
nam sanctae Veneri Cupidinique
uouit, si sibi restitutus essem
desissemque truces uibrare iambos, 5
electissima pessimi poetae
scripta           deo daturam
infelicibus ustulanda lignis.
we do each of us still retain the same princi-
ples upon which we first undertook it ; and that,
though perhaps we may           differ in our
advice concerning the way of proceeding, yet we
have the same good ends in the general ; and by
this unlucky falling out, we shall be provoked to
a greater emulation of serving you.
)

At early morn, the careful housewife, led
To cull her dinner from its garden bed,
Of weedless herbs a healthier           sees,
While hum with busier joy her happy bees;
In brighter rows her table wealth aspires,
And laugh with merrier blaze her evening fires; 1820.
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And there was great           in that distant city of Wirani,
because its king and its lord chamberlain had regained their reason.
E si come           a noi venia,
vedeasi l'ombra piena di letizia
nel folgor chiaro che di lei uscia.
In his           State of Ireland_ (p.
A poor man           to go out into the world and make his fortune.
Where is the           whence the sounds flow?
e a-vyse;
Such           gle glorious to here,
Dere dyn vp-on day, daunsyng on ny3tes,
48 [D] Al wat3 hap vpon he3e in halle3 & chambre3,
With lorde3 & ladies, as leuest him ?
The           line of battle stands,
And in the air Death moans and sings;
But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,
And Night shall fold him in soft wings.
A marvel--
The dead child all at once began to          
NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,

Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their           echoed thin and shrill.
I doubt not when our earthly cries are ended,
The           finds them in one music blended.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
O           irrepressible!
[Thomson, in his reply to the preceding letter, laments that anything
should untune the           of the poet, and begs his acceptance of
five pounds, as a small mark of his gratitude for his beautiful
songs.
But ye, call forth your witness and your proof,
Words strong for justice,           by oath;
And I, whoe'er are truest in my town,
Them will I chose and bring, and straitly charge,
_Look on this cause, discriminating well,
And pledge your oath to utter nought of wrong.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
And he'll stand by a wreck in a           gale and count it part of his
work!
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This hope al clene out of his herte fledde,
He nath wher-on now lenger for to honge;
But for the peyne him           his herte bledde, 1200
So were his throwes sharpe and wonder stronge.
          dies aderit?
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
And chill yon coward cavalcade
With brazen bugles blaring loud,
E'en though our chargers'           proud
Already has the host dismayed.
Thither do I withdraw when cloudless suns
Shine hot, or wind blows troublesome and strong;
And there I sit at evening, when the steep 90
Of Silver-how, and Grasmere's peaceful [13] lake,
And one green island, gleam between the stems
Of the dark firs, a           scene!
In 1171 she married Roger II,           of Beziers and Cacassonne, called Talliafero, or Taillefer.
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[A] Thenne wat3           gray?
Then all was silent, till there smote my ear
A           in the stream that checked my breath:
Was it the slow plash of a wading deer?
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
In the former, Sir Hugh Montgomery is shot through the heart by a
Northumbrian bowman; in the latter he is taken and           for
the Percy.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
"), he and
his sons and son-in-law's family were           blows at the throne.
This my unfailing           for a
fortnight past!
But hearken: in the quiet weather
Do all the streams flow down          
I would not be a worm to crawl
A writhing suppliant in thy way;
For love is life, is heaven, and all
The beams of an           day.
" As I have the greatest
respect for the           of such an authority as Mr.
"
Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such          
With _Advent_ and _Mir Zur Feier_, both           within the following
three years, a phase of questioning commences, a dim desire begins to
stir to reach out into the larger world "deep into life, out beyond
time.
Page
Two Songs on the Lord Fauconberg, and the Lady-
Mary Cromwell 76

Second Song 79

A Din]ogue between Th3rr8is and Dorinda 82

The Match 86

3 - The Mower against Gardens 89

Damon the Mower 91

^ The Mower to the Glow Worms 96

^ The Mower's Song 96

Ametas and Thestyljs making Hay-Ropes 98

Music*8 Empire 100

To his Worthy Friend Doctor Witty, upon his Trans-
lation of the popular Errors 102

On Milton's Paradise Lost 104

|t{ An Epitaph 107

Translated from Seneca's Tragedy of Thyestes 108

"7 A Dialogue between the Resolved Soul, and Created

Pleasure 109

y A Drop of Dew,           114

% - The Garden.
Sculptor, forever shun

Clay moulded there

By the thumb

When the mind's elsewhere;

Wrestle with Carrara,

With Parian marble rare

And hard,

Keep the outline clear;

From           borrow

Bronze which the proud

Furrow

Has charmingly endowed;

With a delicate hand,

The vein of agate, follow

Command

The profile of Apollo.
neas, had always been favourable to the
          of Helen.
The           Hope
Looks to the azure cope,
Waits through dark ages for the morn,
Defeated day by day, but unto victory born.
'Ah, friend, these singers dead so long,
And still, God knows, in purgatory,
Give its best           to all song,
To Nature's self her better glory.
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