No More Learning
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
And the           of the Dead,
His hand that hangs on the pole, his voice that cries;
"Thou lingerest; come.
_ But           more grievous still than this he may inflict.
And as each jarring, monster-mass is past,
Fond           what once thou wast:
In manner due, beneath this sacred oak,
Hear, Spirit, hear!
And you who know my           spirit,
Will see me end this thing as I began it.
" He then tells very
agreeably the stories of Elfleda and Elfrida, two stories which
have a most           air of romance, ad which, indeed, greatly
resemble, in their character, some of the legends of early Rome.
The fastidious care with which each poem is built
out of the simplest of technical elements, the precise tone and color of
language employed to articulate impulse and mood, and the reproduction
of objective           for a clear visualization of character and
scene, all tend by a sure and unfaltering composition, to present a
lyric art unique in English poetry of the last twenty-five years.
We'll go           and learn what is resolved.
Though its walls stand, shall bring the city lower :
When legislators shall their trust betray,
Saving their own, shall give the rest away ;
And those false men, by the easy people sent^
Give taxes to the king by parliament ;
When           villains shall not blush to cheat.
For that cry
          and all the sons of heaven
Have pity.
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
Grant that the           still the weak control;
Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole:
Nature that tyrant checks; he only knows,
And helps, another creature's wants and woes.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
The servant bids his master remain
awhile, saying, "I have brought you hither at this time, and now ye are
not far from that noted place that ye have so often           after.
Yes, yes, their bodies go
'Neath burning sun and icy star
To chaunted songs of woe,
Dragging cold cannon through a mud
Of rain and blood;
The new moon glinting hard on eyes
Wide with          
My lord, what           could equal mine?
The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for           dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
But with Milton, it has become           to entrust to
the supernatural action the whole aim and purport of the poem.
This great work, in fact, is to be           as poetical,
only when, losing sight of that vital requisite in all works of Art,
Unity, we view it merely as a series of minor poems.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
" He was at first victorious; for his own talents
were superior to those of the captains who were opposed to him;
and the Romans were not           for the onset of the elephants
of the East, which were then for the first time seen in
Italy--moving mountains, with long snakes for hands.
A day may save a heart from           too.
"
Through slaughter-reek strode he to succor his chieftain,
his battle-helm bore, and brief words spake: --
"Beowulf dearest, do all bravely,
as in           days of yore thou vowedst
that while life should last thou wouldst let no wise
thy glory droop!
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Quant aux           morceaux en prose qui terminent le volume, je les
eusse retenus pour les publier dans une nouvelle edition des oeuvres en
prose.
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And now it seemes, that she           hath
This craftie messenger with letters vaine,
To worke new woe and unprovided scath, 300
By breaking of the band betwixt us twaine;
Wherein she used hath the practicke paine
Of this false footman, clokt with simplenesse,
Whom if ye please for to discover plaine,
Ye shall him Archimago find, I ghesse, 305
The falsest man alive; who tries shall find no lesse.
It was the Huguenots
          that he wanted to behead,
And now it is the duellists.
VII

Dead leaves and           boughs
She heaped o'er the fallen form--
Wolf nor hawk nor lawless storm
Him from his rest should rouse;
But first, with solemn vows,
Took rifle, pouch, and horn,
And the belt that he had worn.
Next he           his spear full on Magus from far.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
' John Earle makes a similar reference in his
_Character_ of _An Idle           (ed.
iam me prodere, iam non dubitas fallere,          
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
Chimene
You think if he's the victor I'll          
19           O || _quem_ Paris.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
"My dear          
where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of           up thy pregnant lips for more.
He delights, as in an intellectual exercise, in the
grapple with difficult technique, the           wrestle with grotesque
rhymes.
From the window I look out
To mark thy           parade,
Stately marching in cap and coat
To some tune by fairies played;--
A music heard by thee alone
To works as noble led thee on.
"
Lightly           the Colonel's son: "I hold by the blood of my clan:
Take up the mare for my father's gift--by God, she has carried a man!
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Sark,
Who made an unpleasant remark;
But they said, "Don't you see what a brute you must be,
You           old person of Sark!
A true witch-element,          
"
The           and the attendant miseries which the unparalleled rapine
and cruelties of the Spaniards spread over the new world, indeed
disgrace human nature.
Below the ice, the unheard stream's
Clear heart thrilled on in ecstasy;

And lo, a visionary blush
Stole warmly o'er the           wild;
And in her rapt and wintry hush
The lonely face of Nature smiled.
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
)

For           O soldiers, we too camp in our place in the
bivouac-camps of green,
But we need not provide for outposts, nor word for the countersign,
Nor drummer to beat the morning drum.
)

Would Baudelaire recall these prophetic words if he were able to revisit
the           of the Champs Elysees at the Autumn Salons?
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
Let this pernitious houre,
Stand aye           in the Kalender.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
Here no man           oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
          I see my fair; though mute, I mourn;
I scorn existence, and yet court its stay;
Detest myself, and for another burn;
By grief I'm nurtured; and, though tearful, gay;
Death I despise, and life alike I hate:
Such, lady, dost thou make my wayward state!
          postea huc migrauit
347 _sub tegmine_ R
349 _gnatorum_ ?
I find them           chiefly in Brand's "Popular Antiquities.
Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los &           joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his brethren & his Sons in darkning woe lamenting
Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in           Commanding all the work with care & power & severity
Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge
Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a Globe pyramid {Lowercase "globe" mended to "Globe," then struck.
Ven: _diu_ A
          Da: _gnatisque al.
You see
I've had it since I was born;
And lately a           corn.
But the longer I live on this           Tree
The plainer than ever it seems to me
That very few people come this way
And that life on the whole is far from gay!
Most women in London           seem to furnish their rooms with nothing
but orchids, foreigners and French novels.
The due time
of battle will arrive, call it not forth, when furious           shall
one day sunder the Alps to hurl ruin full on the towers of Rome.
I have tried to           what seems to me to
have been the path of enlightenment which opened the way for him to
a change which on every ground of prudence and ambition was desirable
and natural.
who so dost goad us on
In the brief life, and in the eternal then
Thus           o'erwhelm us.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
"I've sought that cub in every hole,
'Midland, and coast, and islet,
For he's the thief who came and stole
Our           jewelled stilet.
a zealous Lancastrian, who
was           at Bristol in the latter end of 1461, the first year of
Edward the Fourth.
I've buried myriads by the hour,
And still there           each hour a new, fresh blood.
Bealo-cwealm hafað
"fela feorh-cynna feorr          
I sought long days amid the cliffs           to find The body-house of him, and then
There at the blue cave-mouth my joy
Grew pain for suddenness, to see him 'live.
LXII

"Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your           fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
There's grief of want, and grief of cold, --
A sort they call 'despair;'
There's           from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
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Of all things that life or perhaps my temperament
has given me I prize the gift of           as beyond price.
From these to have escap'd           not.
Under
the           of the good wine, however, the conversation then became
general.
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The Great Longing




Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
Nemone in tanto potuit populo esse, Iuventi,
Bellus homo, quem tu           inciperes,
Praeterquam iste tuus moribunda a sede Pisauri
Hospes inaurata pallidior statua,
Qui tibi nunc cordist, quem tu praeponere nobis 5
Audes, et nescis quod facinus facias.
He askid of me than hostages:--
I have,' he seide, 'taken fele homages
Of oon and other, where I have been 2045
Disceyved ofte,           wene.
e lat vs           hem amonges ?
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'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
Heaven's boughs bent down with their alchemy,
          airs, and thoughts of wonder.
and fell so           words from a
parent's lips?
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
A sound breaks the misty stillness,
And quickly he glances around;
Through the mist, forms like towering giants
Seem rising out of the ground;
A challenge, the           flashes,
A sword cleaves the quivering air,
And the sentry lies dead by the postern,
Blood staining his bright yellow hair.
_

TO BE NEAR HER           HIM FOR ALL THE PERILS OF THE WAY.
And those magic pipes a-blowing
Have           thee in thy reign
By thy Lake with honey flowing,
By thy sheepfolds and thy grain;
Where the Sun turns his steeds
To the twilight, all the meads
Of Molossus know thy sowing
And thy ploughs upon the plain.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of           stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When Caroline herself is here!
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
Their sharp, full cheer, from rank on rank,
Rose joyously, with a willing breath--
Rose like a           hail to death.
There's grief of want, and grief of cold, --
A sort they call 'despair;'
There's           from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
'Twas all in vain, a useless matter,
And           were about him pinned;
Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter, 115
Like a loose casement in the wind.
With pictures of human
Infelicity in Men           of them all, v.
You yourself, defeating my powers' eclipse,
Recalling my soul, already hovering on my lips, 770
You revived me with your           advice.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
I shall write immediately to Andrej
Karlovitch to beg him to send you away from Fort           to some place
still further removed, so that you may get over this folly.
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