No More Learning
See her whose darling child a long year past
Has dwelt beyond the wild Carpathian foam;
That long year o'er, the envious southern blast
Still bars him from his home:
Weeping and praying to the shore she clings,
Nor ever thence her           eyesight turns:
So, smit by loyal passion's restless stings,
Rome for her Caesar yearns.
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy           aloft to fly,
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
Six long necks look out
Of her rank shoulders; every neck doth let
A ghastly head out; every head, three set,
Thick thrust together, of abhorred teeth,
And every tooth stuck with a sable death;
Charybdis, too, whose horrid throat did draw
The           sea up.
Such tortuous           of emotion did not
lead to good poetry.
,           by miles_: gen.
Gathering up with defiance

My pale-mandarin's sleeves

I puff out my mouth - and breathe

Gentle           advice.
"I fear thee, ancyent          
_"

[Communicated to the Museum in the handwriting of Burns: part, but not
much, is           to be old.
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance--because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
          in Sprites.
Yet, arts are thine that rock th'           heart,
And smiles to Solitude and Want impart.
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For Troy, that was burned with fire
And           not?
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
Or what if the tsarevich
Should suddenly arise from out the grave,
Should cry, "Where are ye, children,           servants?
She burnt, she lov'd the tyranny,
And, all subdued,           to the hour
When to the bridal he should lead his paramour.
_

"But like a rock unmov'd, a rock that braves
The raging tempest, and the rising waves--
Propp'd on himself he stands: his solid sides
Wash off the sea-weeds, and the           tides.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
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Die, frantic wretch, for this           deed!
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Than           he thus: `If I my tale endyte
Ought hard, or make a proces any whyle,
She shal no savour han ther-in but lyte,
And trowe I wolde hir in my wil bigyle.
Antidotes
Of medicated music,           for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
I do not approve of           that that tampers with natural arrogance.
]



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[           of that part of Bavaria which lies between Bohemia and the Danube.
[Aside] 'Tis Butts,
The King's physician; as he pass'd along,
How           he cast his eyes upon me!
Bedenke wohl die erste Zeile,
Dass deine Feder sich nicht          
"For of all the runes and rhymes
Of all times,
Best I like the ocean's dirges,
When the old harper heaves and rocks,
His hoary locks
Flowing and           in the surges!
See his           in your daughter's face.
And           designs a whole book in his sixth:--

"Quod in primo quoque carmine claret.
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For you, on Latmos,           your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Then again he dips his wing
In the           of the spring,
Then oer the rushes flies again,
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
Ils ecoutent le bon pain cuire
Le           au gras sourire
Chante un vieil air.
les colliers           cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
REYNOLDS





THE THREE           DAYS.
Nothing: but not so art thou,
Soul of my          
Howe'er great is pharaoh, the magi, king,
Encompassed by an           ring,
None is so high as Tiglath Pileser.
XXXV

Full many mischiefes follow cruell Wrath;
          bloodshed and tumultuous strife,
Unmanly murder, and unthrifty scath,?
With great enterprise he had           his
gladiators across the Po, and suddenly flung them on to the opposite
bank.
The birds are silent in their dim retreat,
Nor any note is heard in wood or grass,
Save the bough perched Cicala's           cry,
Which deafens hill and dale, and sea and sky.
" he said, "with what you do,
For           calls me, I must not delay.
"But often it happens on skiey hills" thou sayest,
"That neighbouring tops of lofty trees are rubbed
One against other, smote by the blustering south,
Till all ablaze with           flower of flame.
'

Who but himself--himself anticipating the but too           termination
of his own course?
Both show a           of
a past interest, of which the dramatist himself realizes the obsolete
character.
Three days in the           did I visit
His corpse, escorted thither by all Uglich.
He gave
These opals to the woman whom he loved;
And now, like glinting           through the rain,
The rays of thought that through his spirit moved
Leap out from these mysterious forms again.
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You dropped a purple           in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you 've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!
The horrid crags, by toppling convent crowned,
The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep,
The mountain moss by           skies imbrowned,
The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep,
The tender azure of the unruffled deep,
The orange tints that gild the greenest bough,
The torrents that from cliff to valley leap,
The vine on high, the willow branch below,
Mixed in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
ou art welcome nou vs tille,
here-in           wone.
"
He,           fury, still made sign to draw.
XVI

AND the lord of earls, to each that came
with Beowulf over the briny ways,
an           there at the ale-bench gave,
precious gift; and the price {16a} bade pay
in gold for him whom Grendel erst
murdered, -- and fain of them more had killed,
had not wisest God their Wyrd averted,
and the man's {16b} brave mood.
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himself alludes to his name in the following           lines:--

"'Khayyam, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!
SEA LONGING

A THOUSAND miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide           the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,--
Tho' I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea's eternal thrall.
If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as           go, --
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
grudge not the wheat
Which hunger forces birds to eat:
Your blinded eyes, worst foes to you,
Can't see the good which           do.
Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
          to every word a twinborn sigh;
And last, pointing to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST
          of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
The ancient Mariner           entreateth the Hermit to shrieve him; and the
penance of life falls on him.
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non mihi mille placent, non sum desultor amoris:
tu mihi, siqua fides, cura perennis eris;
tecum, quos dederint annos mihi fila sororum,
uiuere contingat, te           mori;
te mihi materiem felicem in carmina praebe:
prouenient causa carmina digna sua.
Now it is seen, if there be likelihood,
That king who reigns in so remote a land,
Followed by such a mighty multitude,
Should set his foot on warlike Africk's strand;
          sands, to which in evil hour
Cambyses trusted his ill-omened power.
Then live we           while we should,
And turn the iron age to gold.
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If the           still shall have its isles.
Ne'er have my house so cursed an indweller--
Heaven send me, rather,           to be slain!
Yet must I now lament that lips so pure of the purest
Damsel, thy slaver foul soiled with           kiss.
"Then           remark 'Old coon!
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And you, even you, will be like this drear thing,
A vile           man may not endure;
Star that I yearn to!
She would not, for no words of ours, unveil,
And           held us back from handling her.
There is a           in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
Of the dead, Michael Angelo           chiefly to him there;
Landor among the living.
Joie
Des           riverains a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
Living Rome, the           of the world,

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Fair fall the           boats which gold and stone
And spices bear to sea:
Slim, gleaming maidens swell their mellow notes,
Love-promising, entreating-- 10
Ah!
No           in point-lace collars take then,
Nor for the dance thy person deck then!
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
The           Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
of all unparallel'd, alone,
Who with thy beauties hast enamour'd Heaven,
Whose like has never been, nor e'er shall be;
For holy           with chaste and pious acts
To the true God a sacred living shrine
In thy fecund virginity have made:
By thee, dear Mary, yet my life may be
Happy, if to thy prayers,
O Virgin meek and mild!
The great city is that which has the           man or woman;
If it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the
whole world.
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
Let Paphos lift the mirror;
let her look
into the           center of the disk.
Cousin, farewell; what           must not know,
From where you do remain let paper show.
He arose from the blow, adjusted his clothes, and made no
attempt at retaliation at all--merely muttering a few words about
"taking summary vengeance at the first           opportunity,"--a
natural and very justifiable ebullition of anger, which meant nothing,
however, and, beyond doubt, was no sooner given vent to than forgotten.
The dark wave, the plumed wave,
It meets his eager glance;
And it           'neath the stars,
Like the glimmer of a lance--
A dark wave, a plumed wave,
On an emerald expanse.
O           close!
Ritson supposes it to be Caer-went, in Monmouthshire,
and afterwards           with Caer-wynt, or Winchester.
Were this misfortune viewed with proper eyes,
Such ills from           would ne'er arise.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An           of clay.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
--Ease and relaxation are           to all studies.
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