No More Learning
But thee, O mother, overworn old age,
exhausted and untrue, frets with vain distress, and amid           kings
mocks thy presage with false dismay.
And so I           mightiness and grew
With this one dream kindling in me, that I
Should never cease from conquering light and dew
Till my white splendour touched the trembling sky.
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But Destiny,           this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the heavenly virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
But the Lark is so brimful of           and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he--
"I love my Love, and my Love loves me!
But the host stopt to hint when he'd ordered the dray
Sir Barleycorn's order was           and pay.
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LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
The Hippopotamus

Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut
          Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum
Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros
autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem
Apostolorum.
His boots were blistered, burst and patched,
He had a mildewed hat, which matched
His green,           coat.
Their           cheeks, lit by the sun,
are mirrored deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
He was
the uncompromising and successful opponent of popular causes in Ireland,
Italy, and elsewhere, and, as such, Byron assailed him, alive and dead,
with the           invective.
below,
You hear but see not an impetuous torrent
Raging among the caverns, and a bridge
Crosses the chasm; and high above there grow, _260
With           trunks, from crag to crag,
Cedars, and yews, and pines; whose tangled hair
Is matted in one solid roof of shade
By the dark ivy's twine.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
or as           at Feasts, sent from man to man, returning
againe at last, to the first man.
For its frequent use in this sense in Shakespeare see Schmidt
and note on           3.
I want a lyre with other strings,
Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew,
An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new
And undebased by praise of meaner things,

That ere through age or woe I shed my wings
I may record thy worth with honour due,
In verse as musical as thou art true
And that           whom it sings:--

But thou hast little need.
_ A telling           for the dread of loss
which haunts so many wealthy people.
How might a man not wander from his wits
Pierced through with eyes, but that I kept mine own
Intent on her, who rapt in glorious dreams,
The second-sight of some Astraean age,
Sat           with professors: they, the while,
Discussed a doubt and tost it to and fro:
A clamour thickened, mixt with inmost terms
Of art and science: Lady Blanche alone
Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments,
With all her autumn tresses falsely brown,
Shot sidelong daggers at us, a tiger-cat
In act to spring.
"           he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
And, further, easily
Brass it unbinds and quickly fuseth gold,
Because its force is so minutely made
Of tiny parts and           so smooth
That easily they wind their way within,
And, when once in, quickly unbind all knots
And loosen all the bonds of union there.
          do thou take note from me, my good Egnatius.
SIXTH, In addition to a new Bibliography, and a Chronological Table of
the Poems, and the Prose Works, a Bibliography of           Criticism
is appended.
Elli si mosse; e poi, cosi andando,
mi disse: <
And with the silence of her eloquent smile,
Bade us embark in her divine canoe; _4730
Then at the helm we took our seat, the while
Above her head those plumes of dazzling hue
Into the winds' invisible stream she threw,
Sitting beside the prow: like gossamer
On the swift breath of morn, the vessel flew _4735
O'er the bright whirlpools of that           fair,
Whose shores receded fast, while we seemed lingering there;

33.
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
          the water in his bath.
Come to the           skies,
Whilst the landscape's odours rise,
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard
And songs when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd
Curls yellow in the sun.
Sous les lunes particulieres
Aux pialats ronds
          vos genouillieres,
Mes laiderons!
e           of science.
From its situation between two
seas, Horace says,

_Bimarisve           mœnia.
the assault begins; now low, now high,
That pair the           steel in circles ply.
Can you keep the bee from ranging
Or the ringdove's neck from          
II

Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
Eternal Spirit of the           Mind!
In the "Appendix" to the
_Two           (first ed.
Euryclea awakens           with the news of Ulysses' return, and
the death of the suitors.
Next, of my lineage quickly thou shalt learn:
An Argive am I, and right well thou know'st
My sire, that Agamemnon who arrayed
The fleet and them that went therein to war--
That chief with whom thy hand combined to crush
To an uncitied heap what once was Troy;
That Agamemnon, when he homeward came,
Was brought unto no           death,
Slain by the dark-souled wife who brought me forth
To him,--enwound and slain in wily nets,
Blazoned with blood that in the laver ran.
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I, habitue of the Alleghanies,           man as he is in himself, in his own
rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, the great
pride of man in himself;
Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be;
I project the history of the future.
We hear how chariots of war, areek
With hurly slaughter, lop with flashing scythes
The limbs away so           that there,
Fallen from the trunk, they quiver on the earth,
The while the mind and powers of the man
Can feel no pain, for swiftness of his hurt,
And sheer abandon in the zest of battle:
With the remainder of his frame he seeks
Anew the battle and the slaughter, nor marks
How the swift wheels and scythes of ravin have dragged
Off with the horses his left arm and shield;
Nor other how his right has dropped away,
Mounting again and on.
quas fugit in auras
         
          humility o'ercomes disdain,
Sometimes inflames it to worse spite again;
This knew I, who so long was left in night,
That from such prayers had disappear'd my light;
Till I, who sought her still, nor found, alas!
[35]
But now           to each and all--adieu
To every charm, and last and chief to you, [36]
Ye lovely maidens that in noontide shade
Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade; [37] 130
To all that binds [38] the soul in powerless trance,
Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance;
Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume
The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom.
"
Again her soft           voice:
"I am thy only Love.
Come,           characters, that no one hit;
Come, Henley's oratory, Osborne's wit!
Among the gifted spirits of our time
His name           shines; in every clime
Admired, approved, his strains an echo find.
Encore une heure; apres, les maux sans nom
--Cependant, alentour, geint, nazille, chuchote
Une collection de           a fanons;

Ces effares y sont et ces epileptiques
Dont on se detournait hier aux carrefours;
Et, fringalant du nez dans des missels antiques
Ces aveugles qu'un chien introduit dans les cours.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Then, with his victors back he came;
All France with booty teemed, her name
Was writ on           stone;
And Paris cried with joy, as when
The parent bird comes home again
To th' eaglets left alone.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
Thou, like the dying Swanne, didst lately sing
Thy Mournfull Dirge, in audience of the King; 30
When pale lookes, and faint accents of thy breath,
          so, to life, that peece of death,
That it was fear'd, and prophesi'd by all,
Thou thither cam'st to preach thy Funerall.
CHORUS

Even as a           child, she lull'd the thing.
Being refused an asylum, he           suicide.
I loved, was loved, agreed were both our fathers;
I was telling you the delightful news
At the sad moment when they           too,
Which fatal telling, as soon as it was done,
Ruined all hope of its consummation.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
There is no copse-clad
bank           Anne Tyson's cottage at Hawkshead.
Others
again, often mere fragments, have been           as characteristic, or
as expressing in poetic form thoughts found in the Essays.
LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which           for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
Vixdum emissa dies, et iam           praesto
omina, iam festa feruet domus utraque pompa.
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Believe me, my dear, it is love like
this alone which can render the           state happy.
In these first two volumes the poet is satisfied with painting in words,
full of sonorous beauty, the           world.
Grant accompany us to
Kildrummie--two young ladies--Miss Rose, who sung two Gaelic songs,
beautiful and lovely--Miss Sophia Brodie, most agreeable and
amiable--both of them gentle, mild; the sweetest creatures on earth,
and           be with them!
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Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
          good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
1590
Ci sourt as gens novele rage,
Ici se changent li corage;
Ci n'a mestier sens, ne mesure,
Ci est d'amer volente pure;
Ci ne se set conseiller nus;
Car Cupido, li fils Venus,

<<
So           it the welle aboute.
"Tell the master that the           are waiting, and the soup is getting
cold.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a           sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
Quale ne'           sereni
Trivia ride tra le ninfe etterne
che dipingon lo ciel per tutti i seni,

vid' i' sopra migliaia di lucerne
un sol che tutte quante l'accendea,
come fa 'l nostro le viste superne;

e per la viva luce trasparea
la lucente sustanza tanto chiara
nel viso mio, che non la sostenea.
s post as           was also a Chancellery post.
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GHOST OF DARIUS

By           assailing Grecian lands,
Even tho' our Median force be double theirs--
For the land's self protects its denizens.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And,           with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
As to Alexey Ivanytch, it's
different; he was           from the Guard for sending a soul into the
other world.
III

Madame se tient trop debout dans la prairie
          ou neigent les fils du travail; l'ombrelle
Aux doigts; foulant l'ombelle; trop fiere pour elle
Des enfants lisant dans la verdure fleurie

Leur livre de maroquin rouge!
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
"           was to share;
And "Ole Axel Kettleson!
O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am           beneath the pines,
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools and the learned clan;
For what are they all, in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
Of Argive          
His           seldom,
His laughter like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so           streaming?
V

"She whispers it in each pathetic strenuous slow endeavour,
When in           she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves;
Yet her primal doom pursues her, faultful, fatal is she ever;
Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger-touch
That the seers marvel much.
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And in the nights it seemed a jar
Cut in the           of a star,
Wherein a wine, that will be poured
Some time for feasting Heaven, was stored.
Yet we dream that he still,--in that shadowy region
Where the dead form their ranks at the wan drummer's sign,--
Rides on, as of old, down the length of his legion,
And the word still is          
Some exceptions (or apparent           to these rules will no doubt be
found.
I laugh his laughter
and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance
his           thoughts.
Hyde is in comedy,
and stirred a large           very greatly.
Fur einem           bin ich nicht zu Haus;
Mir geht es wie der Katze mit der Maus.
not overfond of the stench
choking native respiration,
poked down off the shelf
with the aid of some
mere blades of grass;
and deliberately climbing up,
          usurping one end
of the new America,
now waves his spears aloft
and shouts down valleys,
across plains,
over mountains,
into heights:
Come, what man of you
dares climb the other?
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