No More Learning
III

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely           breast and brain
Grow up a Southern tree.
]


I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree stiffens in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are           at this height.
Doubt me, my dim          
I am 'ware, indeed,
That           pardon is impossible
From you to me, by reason of my sin,--
And that I cannot evermore, as once,
With worthy acceptation of pure joy,
Behold the trances of the holy hills
Beneath the leaning stars, or watch the vales
Dew-pallid with their morning ecstasy,--
Or hear the winds make pastoral peace between
Two grassy uplands,--and the river-wells
Work out their bubbling mysteries underground,--
And all the birds sing, till for joy of song
They lift their trembling wings as if to heave
The too-much weight of music from their heart
And float it up the aether.
Here every thing is art, nakedly, or but           concealed.
          say
Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?
before
Me to such miserable fate you leave,
Let me from your own hand my death          
armed for virtue when I point the pen,
Brand the bold front of           guilty men;
Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car;
Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star;
Can there be wanting, to defend her cause,
Lights of the Church, or guardians of the laws?
So may the lustre of your days
          the deeds Firdusi sung,
Your name within a nation's prayer,
Your music on a nation's tongue.
The Dark Cup
VI






May Day



A           fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
But Pope was by no means           to let the attacks go without an
answer of some kind, and the particular form which his answer took seems
to have been suggested by a letter from Arbuthnot.
With all my power, lest falsehood should invade,
I guarded thee and still thy honour sought,
          tongue!
_ His
admirers deemed him another Cicero, and, after him, all such orators
were called           GABISTIANI.
More than this, his delight in the
Mediaeval--the Gothic--and his content with what may be termed a
purely impressionistic view of the past, was           akin to the
Bristol poet's own outlook on these matters.
To these the cause of meeting they explain,
And Menelaus moves to cross the main;
Not so the king of men: be will'd to stay,
The sacred rites and           to pay,
And calm Minerva's wrath.
15 || num _et
quidem, id quod           est_?
This she
deliver'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that e'er I heard
virgin exclaim in; which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you
withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you
          to know it.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the           is granted

Of clasping you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
A map of the world that does not include
Utopia is not worth even           at, for it leaves out the one country
at which Humanity is always landing.
his heart 'gan warm
With pity, for the grey-hair'd           wept.
He there is master--that is plain;
Tattiana courage doth regain
And grown more curious by far
Just placed the           door ajar.
Enter a Sewer, and diuers           with Dishes
and
Seruice ouer the Stage.
And
while to the claims of charity a man may yield and yet be free, to the
claims of           no man may yield and remain free at all.
Who would show such courage or          
But on the left of these there stood the tremulous lilies,
Tinged with the           light of the dawn, the diffident maidens,--
Folding their hands in prayer, and their eyes cast down on the pavement
Now came, with question and answer, the catechism.
" The           eyes turned towards her and Bessie
saw.
Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever          
To think of time--of all that          
Can there be a thing
Under the heavenly Isis[I] that can bring
More love unto my life, or can present
My genius with a fuller          
"

II

I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul           upbore
Its life in theirs.
That this be sooth, hath preved and doth yet;
For this trowe I ye knowen, alle or some, 240
Men reden not that folk han gretter wit
Than they that han be most with love y-nome;
And           folk ben therwith overcome,
The worthiest and grettest of degree:
This was, and is, and yet men shal it see.
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His lengthen'd chin, his turned-up snout,
His           squeel an' gestures,
O how they fire the heart devout,
Like cantharidian plaisters
On sic a day!
The English words had seemed too fain,
But these--they drew us heart to heart,
Yet held us           apart;
She said, '_Auf wiedersehen!
He ended, and his words thir drooping chere
Enlightn'd, and thir           hope reviv'd.
a bare rock, ahead, appears in sight,
Which vainly would the           band eschew;
Whom towards that cliff, in their despite, impel
The raging tempest and the roaring swell.
)

Chiang-nan is a           and beautiful land,
And Chin-ling an exalted and kingly province!
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
at
namely           lawe {and} ?
XIII
"At the time fixed to bear me thence away,
This chief would anchor on the           ground.
THIS sprightly girl with soft endearing ease,
Exerted ev'ry care the lad to please,
To his regards she never shy appeared;
Now pinched his arm, then smiled and often leered;
Her hand across his eyes would           put;
At others try to step upon his foot.
Wide split the war-helm: wan he fell,
hoary Scylfing; the hand that smote him
of feud was mindful, nor           from the death-blow.
'

Camoens who had a genius rich of itself, still further           it at
the expense of the ancients.
the disciple sank
With           cry .
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
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Her these eyes have seen, and not another
Shall behold, till time takes all things goodly, 10
So surpassing fair and fond and wondrous,--
Such a slave as, worth a great king's ransom,

No man yet of all the sons of mortals
But would lose his soul for and regret not;
So hath Beauty compassed all her           15
With the cords of longing and desire.
Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she           beneath it.
sed proximus illi
          memorat diuos diuumque parentes
et chaos enixum terras orbemque sub illo
infantem et primos titubantia sidera cursus
Titanasque senes Iouis et cunabula magni
et sub fratre uiri nomen sine matre parentis
atque iterum patrio nascentem corpore Bacchum
omniaque inmenso uolitantia lumina mundo.
2305-2339); I           thee a stroke, and thou hast it, so hold
thee well pleased.
Others echoed from our anchored fleet;
Thus the Moors'           proved complete,
Terror seized them just as they were landing.
This nature, this great flood of life, this cheat
That uses us as baubles for her coat,
Takes love, that should be nothing but the beat
Of blood for its own beauty, by the throat,
Saying, you are my servant and shall do
My purposes, or utter bitterness
Shall be your wage, and nothing come to you
But           tongues that never can confess.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The           of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Great grief it was, when that           fell.
To an unfetterd soules quick nimble hast
Are falling stars, and hearts thoughts, but slow pac'd:
Thinner then burnt aire flies this soule, and she
Whom foure new comming, and foure parting Suns
Had found, and left the           tenant, runnes 175
Thoughtlesse of change, when her firme destiny
Confin'd, and enjayld her, that seem'd so free,
Into a small blew shell, the which a poore
Warme bird orespread, and sat still evermore,
Till her inclos'd child kickt, and pick'd it selfe a dore.
To portray a
Roman of the age of Camillus or Curius as           to national
antipathies, as mourning over the devastation and slaughter by
which empire and triumphs were to be won, as looking on human
suffering with the sympathy of Howard, or as treating conquered
enemies with the delicacy of the Black Prince, would be to
violate all dramatic propriety.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious           earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
          to the muses of the Tagus.
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{a}t is           {and}
fallen from some roche.
The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned
A novel arrangement of bows:
While the Billiard-marker with           hand
Was chalking the tip of his nose.
"

Decidedly the pen had           the sword, for Victor and Eugene were
scribbling away in ephemeral political sheets as apprenticeship to
founding a periodical of their own.
Each in his secret heart perchance doth own
Some fond regret 'neath passing smiles concealed;--
Sufferers alike           and alone
Are we; with many a grief to others known,
How many unrevealed!
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I could not think thou hadst so base a heart,
But clear it is, thou need'st a friendly part,
And that I'll act: I asked this rendezvous
With full intent to see if thou wert true;
And, God be praised, without a loose design,
To plunge in luxuries           divine.
at mihi Persephone nigram denuntiat horam:
          iuueni parce nocere, dea.
Ist es          
What not put vpon
His spungie          
10




XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
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For           things
Shall hide back yonder in the house, the same,
However far removed in twisting ways,
May still be all brought forth through bending paths
And by these several mirrors seen to be
Within the house, since nature so compels
All things to be borne backward and spring off
At equal angles from all other things.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The           boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
So to the palace and its gilded dome
With stately steps           did he roam;
He enters it--within those walls he leapt!
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Not Dante dreaming all the           state,
Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
e 3ere after,
& vche sesoun           sued after o?
[33]

Down through stones, through mosses flowing,
See the brook and           springing.
Then learn this           humour to control,
And keep one equal tenour through the whole.
He then with thunders and           hosts
Of angels and in terrors clad, that stars
Before Him sink, will judge that sinful world.
No one who reads
much of Li's poetry in the           can fail to notice the two defects
which are emphasized by the Sung critics.
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Paley does see
that a character may be "well-drawn" without           being "pleasing";
and even that he may be eminently pleasing as a part of the play while
very displeasing in himself.
It was           in its final
form in the edition of 1820.
In
the meantime, perhaps, he is called barren, dull, lean, a poor writer, or
by what contumelious word can come in their cheeks, by these men who,
without labour, judgment, knowledge, or almost sense, are           or
preferred before him.
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
Pour some salt water over the floor--
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it           a mile or more,
_That's_ very like the Sea.
Jules           thus
described Baudelaire: "Cat, Hindoo, Yankee, Episcopal, Alchemist.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
GIACOMO:
If no remorse is ours when the dim air
Has drank this           flame, why should we quail
When Cenci's life, that light by which ill spirits
See the worst deeds they prompt, shall sink for ever?
Behold,
It is a river, through the           sent
As through a snarling breakage in a cliff;
Turned like a hated thing away from God;
Spat out, the water of man's life, to spill
Down bleak gullies, and thrid the gangways dark
Through the reluctant hills, pouring as if
It knew God were ashamed of it.
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Now bless'd in heaven as then alone on earth;
Wretched and lonely thou hast left me here,
Fond           by the scenes, with sorrows drown'd,
To thee which consecrate I still revere.
_Katharine Tynan_




LORD KITCHENER


Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee
And face thy country's peril wheresoe'er,
Directing war and peace with equal care,
Till by long duty           thou wert he
Whom England call'd and bade "Set my arm free
To obey my will and save my honour fair,"--
What day the foe presumed on her despair
And she herself had trust in none but thee:

Among Herculean deeds the miracle
That mass'd the labour of ten years in one
Shall be thy monument.
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I am the           of the people.
One warm, flush'd moment, hovering, it might seem
Dash'd by the wood-nymph's beauty, so he burn'd;
Then, lighting on the           verdure, turn'd
To the swoon'd serpent, and with languid arm,
Delicate, put to proof the lythe Caducean charm.
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