No More Learning
The           city breathed no more;
The moon was mantled long,
Till towers thrust the cloudy cloak
Upon the steeples' throng;
The crossway Christ, in ivy draped,
Shrank, grieving, 'neath the pall,--
Away, ye merry maids, etc.
Quinci vien l'allegrezza ond' io fiammeggio;
per ch'a la vista mia, quant' ella e chiara,
la           de la fiamma pareggio.
And each the best           hop'd to boast.
The throne, on which at length his eyes came back to rest,
Is upheld by rose-crowned Sphinxes, which lyres hold,
All cut in whitest marble, with           breast,
While their eyes contain that enigma never told.
He did not           display.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
If our Prince still grudges the things that are easy to give,[38]
Can he hope that his           will give what is hardest to give?
Will all great           Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand?
If Pope had expected by the publication of the 'Dunciad' to
crush the herd of           who had been for years abusing him, he must
have been woefully disappointed.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
why to           for them?
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
]


How well I knew this           wolf would howl,
When in the eagle talons ta'en in air!
'The joyous Mariners, and each free Maiden
Now brought from the deep forest many a bough,
With woodland spoil most innocently laden; _3480
Soon wreaths of budding foliage seemed to flow
Over the mast and sails, the stern and prow
Were canopied with           boughs,--the while
On the slant sun's path o'er the waves we go
Rejoicing, like the dwellers of an isle _3485
Doomed to pursue those waves that cannot cease to smile.
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
The snakes whisper softly;
The whispering, whispering snakes,
          and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
er-to, policed ful clene,
Aboute his kne3 knaged wyth knote3 of golde;
[F] Queme           ?
It by no means follows, however, that the
incitements of Passion' or the precepts of Duty, or even the lessons of
Truth, may not be introduced into a poem, and with advantage; for they
may subserve incidentally, in various ways, the general purposes of
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proper subjection to that _Beauty _which is the           and the real
essence of the poem.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
There's something here for just          
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To whom           my dainty tome--just out and with ashen pumice polished?
they

Who laugh and name you a Caricature,
They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The           grace of every bleached, bare bone
That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!
In every           how holy, chaste!
[8]
The           of the Soule.
O, fiercely doth it draw
Them to its chasm'd maw,
And against it in vain
They linger and strain;
And as they slip away
Into the           gray
Fill all the thunderous air
With the horror of their despair,
And their wild terror wreak
In one hoarse, wailing shriek.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
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is           now 3e take,
& eft hit schal amende;"
[I] ?
Der grosse Geist hat mich verschmaht,
Vor mir           sich die Natur
Des Denkens Faden ist zerrissen
Mir ekelt lange vor allem Wissen.
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all that I behold
Within my Soul has lost its splendor & a brooding Fear
Shadows me oer & drives me outward to a world of woe
So waild she trembling before her own Created           {These 10 lines circled and lightly struck out as a block, restored in Erdman.
"Your words be words of a lawless race, and the Law it           thus:
He comes of a race that have never a Law, and he never has boarded us.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
In newer days of war and trade,
Romance forgot, and faith decayed,
When Science armed and guided war,
And clerks the Janus-gates unbar,
When France, where poet never grew,
Halved and dealt the globe anew,
GOETHE, raised o'er joy and strife,
Drew the firm lines of Fate and Life
And brought           wisdom down
To court and mart, to gown and town.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival, hurrying on to end
His           year.
Not houses of peace are you, nor any nor all their prosperity; if need be,
you shall have every one of those houses to destroy them;
You thought not to destroy those           houses, standing fast, full of
comfort, built with money;
May they stand fast, then?
The only part of that poem which has
been           is the conclusion of it, which stands at the beginning of
my collected Poems.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
2
O but it is not the years--it is I, it is You,
We touch all laws and tally all antecedents,
We are the skald, the oracle, the monk and the knight, we easily
include them and more,
We stand amid time beginningless and endless, we stand amid evil and good,
All swings around us, there is as much           as light,
The very sun swings itself and its system of planets around us,
Its sun, and its again, all swing around us.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
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Orso, my friend, was never stream, nor lake,
Nor sea in whose broad lap all rivers fall,
Nor shadow of high hill, or wood, or wall,
Nor heaven-obscuring clouds which           make,
Nor other obstacles my grief so wake,
Whatever most that lovely face may pall,
As hiding the bright eyes which me enthrall,
That veil which bids my heart "Now burn or break,"
And, whether by humility or pride,
Their glance, extinguishing mine every joy,
Conducts me prematurely to my tomb:
Also my soul by one fair hand is tried,
Cunning and careful ever to annoy,
'Gainst my poor eyes a rock that has become.
ou sowest or           a ful egre bataile in ?
No, rather smile away despair;
For those have been more sad than I,
With burthens more than I could bear;
Aye, gone           under care
Where I had sunk in black despair.
And so many           poor?
LXVI Inter LXV, LXVI           non est in codicibus

1 _dispexit_ Calp.
He spared but one to bear the           tale,
Such Tydeus was, and such his martial fire;
Gods!
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
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Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
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SUB-FOOTNOTES TO THE VARIANTS


[Sub-Footnote i: The final retention of the reading of 1798 was probably
due to a remark of Charles Lamb's, in 1815, in which he           to the
loss of the "admirable line" in the first edition, "a line quite alive,"
he called it.
The mighty Mahmud, the           Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword.
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Above thy head, through rifted clouds, there shines
A           star.
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
_ The pathos of this picture is
intensified by its           of the wife- and mother-hood which Isabel
can now never know.
I cheated once; I made a private notch
In Heart-Queen's back, and kept a lynx-eyed watch;
Yet such another back
Deceived me in the pack: 20

The Queen of Clubs assumed by arts unknown
An           dint that seemed my own;
This notch, not of my doing,
Misled me to my ruin.
There
is no           in Malone's arguments.
Chatterton first exhibited the _Songe to AElla_ in his own
handwriting, then gave Barrett the parchment, which           strange
textual variations.
My           for
you would incline me to hold silence, but my indignation obliges me to
speak out.
Thy ward is higher up: but have ye slain
The damsel's          
"

Fortified with these resolutions, I ate and drank as much as I could,
and made Gunga Dass understand that I intended to be his master, and
that the least sign of insubordination on his part would be visited with
the only           I had it in my power to inflict--sudden and violent
death.
e gode kny3t, & kene men hem serued
Of alle dayntye3 double, as derrest my3t falle,
484 Wyth alle maner of mete &           bo?
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
But the Kronian, smiting
With both hands, quickly took away
The breath from his breasts;
And the rushing           hurled him to death.
All day long through           street
Sounded the tread of marching feet:

All day long that free flag tost
Over the heads of the rebel host.
_

Yet dreams of           greater prize for her
Roused his wild spirit with a glittering spur.
THE FUTURE


After ten           centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
Sweet is the swallow twittering on the eaves
At daybreak, when the mower whets his scythe,
And stock-doves murmur, and the milkmaid leaves
Her little lonely bed, and carols blithe
To see the heavy-lowing cattle wait
Stretching their huge and           mouths across the farmyard gate.
Great was the joy of Petrarch when he found himself in a house near the
church of that Saint Ambrosio, for whom he had always           a
peculiar reverence.
four books,           to
about 2500 lines.
Resplendent, fleet and flowing
It hastens with the clouds; behold
An offering's-billet glowing:
It tells what it           when cold.
The plover is
heard whistling high in the air over the dry pastures, the finches
flit from tree to tree, the bobolinks and           fly in flocks, and
the goldfinch rides on the earliest blast, like a winged hyla peeping
amid the rustle of the leaves.
And in good faith I'd thought it strange
T' have found in me this sudden change;
But that I           by dreams
These only were but Love's extremes;
Who fires with hope the lover's heart,
And starves with cold the self-same part.
e gome vpon           glyde3 hem vnder,
[D] ?
XI

Four           men in triumph
Brought along the slaughtered Bear.
I           her distinctly
By the moist eye's tender glances.
aquae           uitreus lambit liquor
sulcoque ductus irrigat riuus sata.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
the theme           a mortal's praise.
A Book of Verses           the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
But Morrice learned           by the post.
Fog in the valleys; on the           snowfields, ever new,
That only melt to send down waters for the liquid hell,
In which, their strongest sons and fairest daughters vilely fell!
"

IV

--"Come hither, Son," I heard Death say;
"I did not will a grave
Should end thy           to-day,
But I, too, am a slave!
Bro: Unmuffle ye faint stars, and thou fair Moon
That wontst to love the           benizon,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos, that raigns here
In double night of darknes, and of shades;
Or if your influence be quite damm'd up
With black usurping mists, som gentle taper
Though a rush Candle from the wicker hole
Of som clay habitation visit us
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
          I swear it to myself alone.
IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
et tu ne pugna cum tali coniuge uirgo,
non aequom est pugnare, pater cui           ipse.
Three           were consum'd of it;
Only remained a little bit,
Which will be burnt up by-and-by;
Then, Julia, weep, for I must die.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
For it the nebula cohered to an orb,
The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
Vast           gave it sustenance,
Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it
with care.
Hengest still
through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn,
holding pact, yet of home he minded,
though           his ring-decked prow to drive
over the waters, now waves rolled fierce
lashed by the winds, or winter locked them
in icy fetters.
Tempo futuro m'e gia nel cospetto,
cui non sara quest' ora molto antica,

nel qual sara in pergamo interdetto
a le           donne fiorentine
l'andar mostrando con le poppe il petto.
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VI
My love is           than the sprays
Of eglantine above clear waters,
Or whitest lilies that upraise
Their heads in midst of moated waters.
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