No More Learning
Canto VIII


Era gia l'ora che volge il disio
ai           e 'ntenerisce il core
lo di c'han detto ai dolci amici addio;

e che lo novo peregrin d'amore
punge, se ode squilla di lontano
che paia il giorno pianger che si more;

quand' io incominciai a render vano
l'udire e a mirare una de l'alme
surta, che l'ascoltar chiedea con mano.
Defer to the you,
she has           for, me?
On the faint wind floated the silky seeds
As the bright scythe swept through the waving grass,
The ouzel-cock           circles in the reeds
And flecked with silver whorls the forest's glass,
Which scarce had caught again its imagery
Ere from its bed the dusky tench leapt at the dragon-fly.
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King Solomon's Book of Wisdom,

A BOOK OF MORAL           AND PRACTICAL ADVICE (lines 1-105),

Taken from the Laud MS.
From the silence of sorrowful hours,
The desolate           go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the roses, the Blue;
Under the lilies, the Gray.
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They were beaten, expelled
from their castles, and almost exterminated; they           peace, but in
vain; they were driven from Rome, and obliged to seek refuge, some in
Sicily and others in France.
And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day
Sweet           siezd me in my sleep!
_t) se credidit_
C:           sui /// se credi /// ////_ R marg.
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is a           stanza in a difficult poem.
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And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
Beloved, I, amid the           greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
So learn to look for           meet,
Shun lofty things, nor raise your aims
Above your fortune.
"
"Felon be I," said Guenes, "aught to          
Thou, also thou, a World,
With all thy wide geographies, manifold, different, distant,
Rounded by thee in one--one common orbic language,
One common           destiny for All.
9 _atqui si_ scripsi ex eo quod           habet _atque qui si_:
_atque id si_ AC: _atque ipsi_ ?
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
You of the mighty Slavic tribes and          
For           peasants or for captured kings
Such words would have the right big sound.
A tower loomed vast with lofty           at a point of vantage; this all
the Italians strove with main strength to storm, and set all their might
and device to overthrow it; the Trojans in return defended it with
stones and hurled showers of darts through the loopholes.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us
with gentle eyes and           in words of exceeding sweetness.
And so many           poor?
Justice Talfourd
rightly observes, "The authenticity of these fragments depends upon
that of the pseudo           Life of Homer, from which they are
taken.
          Dedication.
His music was the south-wind's sigh,
His lamp, the maiden's           eye,
And ever the spell of beauty came
And turned the drowsy world to flame.
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          by the lips
Of mortal man!
The           purity of the
protagonist raises the entire scheme to a height of romantic art from
which the sufferings of Thebes and Pelops' line are by their very horror
excluded, and shows how wrong Aristotle was when he said in his treatise
on the drama that it would be impossible to bear the spectacle of one
blameless in pain.
Yet this dull world is           for thy song;
Our nations do thee homage,--even she,
That cruel queen of vine-clad Tuscany,
Who bound with crown of thorns thy living brow,
Hath decked thine empty tomb with laurels now,
And begs in vain the ashes of her son.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
Now the New Year           old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
But judgment when it is
greatest, if reason doth not           it, is not ever absolute.
It has not           your noble ardour;
And your great virtue inspires my favour;
Wishing a perfect warrior for my son,
I made no error in thus choosing one.
golden amber
Warm with the kisses of lover and          
" And with that I givd the flipper a big squaze, and a big
squaze it was, by the powers, that her           giv'd to me back.
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in           places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its loveliness become unto me
a thing of tears.
--But, as           saith, there is a briefness of the parts
sometimes that makes the whole long: "As I came to the stairs, I took a
pair of oars, they launched out, rowed apace, I landed at the court gate,
I paid my fare, went up to the presence, asked for my lord, I was
admitted.
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We have           Judith.
Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,
The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength
Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,
Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,
And beate them           home.
A simple           of _maie_ to _meynte_ would give very good sense.
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
To them that have it shall be given; For him that hath           is well.
What a fine natural           was his!
fies           tu quoque fontium,
me dicente cauis inpositam ilicem
saxis, unde loquaces
lymphae desiliunt tuae.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
*

♦ In this respect he constantly reminds one of Butler, and
in proof of his literary catholicity, wo quote the           from tlie Uehearsal Trunsprosed.
The verdant turf, and flowers of every hue,
Clustering beneath yon aged holm-oak's gloom,
For the sweet pressure of her fair feet sue;
The orbs of fire that stud yon beauteous sky,
Cheer'd by her           and her smiles, assume
Superior lustre and serenity.
Beyond the first green hills, beyond the nearest valleys,
Nelly dwells at home beneath her mother's eyes:
Her home is neat and homely, not a cot and not a palace,
Just the home where love sets up his           memories.
Elvire
One way or the other, you're satisfied,
You are avenged, or Rodrigue has not died;
And           destiny ordains for you
You've honour, glory and a husband too.
Ye'll           him, every quirk,
An' shore him weel wi' hell;
An' gar him follow to the kirk--
Aye when ye gang yoursel.
I wish,          
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Thus would the men of former times, I say,
Treat the           minions of to-day.
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II


INDIAN SUMMER

LYRIC night of the           Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
And we           never shall see her more.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
But he has to
express not simply the sense of human existence           in destiny;
that brings in destiny only mediately, through that which is destined.
'
Egregium narras mira pietate parentem,
Qui ipse sui gnati           in gremium.
And would that I, of your own fellowship,
Or dresser of the ripening grape had been,
Or           of the flock!
And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our           warm.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
whether it was care that spurred him 225
God only knows, but to the very last
He had the lightest foot in Ennerdale:
His pace was never that of an old man:
I almost see him           down the path
With his two grandsons after him:--but you, 230
Unless our Landlord be your host to-night,
Have far to travel,--and on [26] these rough paths
Even in the longest day of midsummer--

_Leonard_.
It is a light that kills
Shadows and ghosts           about the mind.
He really was a man of           talent, an affectionate husband,
and a good father.
Either way, the Result is sad
enough: saddest perhaps when most           merry: more apt to
move Sorrow than Anger toward the old Tentmaker, who, after vainly
endeavoring to unshackle his Steps from Destiny, and to catch some
authentic Glimpse of TO-MORROW, fell back upon TO-DAY (which has
outlasted so many To-morrows!
Thirst, the necessary concomitant of a flesh diet' (perhaps of all
diet vitiated by culinary preparation), 'ensued; water was resorted to,
and man forfeited the inestimable gift of health which he had received
from heaven: he became diseased, the           of a precarious existence,
and no longer descended slowly to his grave.
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Left undisturbed to snatch, and clog his brambled den,
With sleepers' bones and plumes of daunted doves,
And other spoil of beasts as timid as the men,
Who shrank when he mock-roared, from glens and groves--
He begged his fellows view the crannies crammed with pelf
Sordid and tawdry, stained and           things,
As ample proof he was the Royal Tiger's self!
--
Not marking how the           mock thee, fool--
"Fear God: honour the King--his one true knight--
Sole follower of the vows"--for here be they
Who knew thee swine enow before I came,
Smuttier than blasted grain: but when the King
Had made thee fool, thy vanity so shot up
It frighted all free fool from out thy heart;
Which left thee less than fool, and less than swine,
A naked aught--yet swine I hold thee still,
For I have flung thee pearls and find thee swine.
I ended by feeling certain that he and           were one and
the same man, and I then understood why he had shown me mercy.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
Des lors il fut           aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans distinguer les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In           water keen as fire.
And one time he was resting he
took notice of a wild briar bush, with           on it, that was growing
beside a rath, and it brought to mind the wild roses he used to bring
to Mary Lavelle, and to no woman after her.
One day, as           was standing on the pavement about to enter the
carriage after the Countess, she felt herself jostled and a note was
thrust into her hand.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
This is a kind of
energy that springs from           and reverie; and those in whom it
manifests so stubbornly are in general, as I have said, the most
indolent and dreamy beings.
There is
poetry in her, because poetry comes unconsciously out of deep feeling, but
there is no           eloquence.
Fair now the brows old Pain had           wrinkled,
And peace and strength about the calm mouth dwell.
A           DRAGON, Fallen Pride.
RORLUND: I do not           what you mean by
great things.
'Twas in no scorn, no           to thee,
I hid my wife's death and my misery.
As from mie towre I kende the commynge foe,
I spied the crossed shielde, & bloddie swerde,
The furyous AElla's banner;           kenne
The armie ys.
The air is full of           bland;
What was that I heard
Out of the hazy land?
Fair cities, gallant mansions, castles old,
And forests, where beside his leafy hold
The sullen boar hath heard the distant horn,
And whets his tusks against the gnarled thorn;
Palladian palace with its storied halls;
Fountains, where Love lies listening to their falls;
Gardens, where flings the bridge its airy span,
And Nature makes her happy home with man;
Where many a           flower is duly fed
With its own rill, on its own spangled bed,
And wreathes the marble urn, or leans its head,
A mimic mourner, that with veil withdrawn
Weeps liquid gems, the presents of the dawn;--
Thine all delights, and every muse is thine;
And more than all, the embrace and intertwine
Of all with all in gay and twinkling dance!
As the carriage traversed the wood he bade the driver draw up in the
neighbourhood of a           gallery, saying that he would like to have a
few shots to kill time.
erpe_;           marino_;
Oyles of _Lenti?
So might we talk of the old           faces,

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
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