No More Learning
Nought is there for man too high;
Our impious folly e'en would climb the sky,
Braves the dweller on the steep,
Nor lets the bolts of heavenly           sleep.
And the           of French lace
Which you held to your face--
Had a small tear left a stain?
And not for all our           10
Shall we discover more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
He could condense           ether
Into the very best sole-leather.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
Ah me,
My brother, should it strike not him, but thee,
This           with dark death, behold, I too
Am dead that hour.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
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Thought Burbank,           on
Time's ruins, and the seven laws.
Here           Novello, with his hand
Stretch'd forth, entreated; and of Pisa he,
Who put the good Marzuco to such proof
Of constancy.
'My eye, piercing the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the splendid bath of hair slipped by

In           and shuddering, O jewels!
Have you not at times seen widows sitting on the deserted          
o di, si uestrum est misereri, aut si quibus umquam
extremam iam ipsa in morte tulistis opem,
me miserum           et, si uitam puriter egi,
eripite hanc pestem perniciemque mihi:
sic mihi surrepens imos ut torpor in artus
expulit ex omni pectore laetitias.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
And chiefly thou, my priest, because I doubt thee
More than the soldier; and would doubt thee all
Wert thou not half a warrior: let us part
In peace--I'll not say pardon--which must be
Earned by the guilty; this I'll not pronounce ye, 280
          upon this breath of mine depends
Your own; and, deadlier for ye, on my fears.
Marya was more           than anyone.
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testor maiorum cineres tibi, Roma, uerendos,
sub quorum titulis, Africa, tunsa iaces,
testor qui Persen stimulantem pectus Achille,
quique ortas proauo fregit Achille domos,
me neque           legem mollisse neque ulla
labe mea nostros erubuisse focos.
'Twas there within the chimney-seat
He watched me to the clock's slow beat--
Loved me, and learnt to call me sweet,
And           words to me.
Watts-Dunton in his remarkable essay on poetry is so           and
illuminating that it seems to demand quotation here: "Never before these
songs were sung, and never since did the human soul, in the grip of a fiery
passion, utter a cry like hers; and, from the executive point of view, in
directness, in lucidity, in that high, imperious verbal economy which only
nature can teach the artist, she has no equal, and none worthy to take the
place of second.
He may be termed           by those who, not without much
reason to show for themselves, are wedded to the established forms and
ratified refinements of poetic art; but it seems reasonable to enlarge the
canon till it includes so great and startling a genius, rather than to draw
it close and exclude him.
--think of my trusting love
And confidence--his vows--my ruin--think--think
Of my           misery!
Stay yet awhile,
And see the           of Herodias dance.
gæst =           (Ha.
at           speked,
With his hede in his honde, bifore ?
You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the           of old ecstasies Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay tremulous on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and shouting harrow all the land.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
though heavier yet
by land await thee, the           shall come to the realm of Lavinium;
relieve thy heart of this care; but not so shall they have joy of their
coming.
And thus she           bothe in love and drede,
So that she niste what was best to rede.
er as           fro ?
TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For           swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft caressing or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish rendering weary and afraid.
Hither to work us weal;
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She           with upright keel!
Revers'd that spear,           in war,
Reclined that banner, erst in fields unfurl'd,
That like a deathful meteor gleam'd afar,
And brav'd the mighty monarchs of the world.
"

          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
Up to a generation or two ago, and to our own
generation, here and there,           a method of acting and of
stage-management, which had come down, losing much of its beauty
and meaning on the way, from the days of Shakespeare.
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Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient           reign.
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Bromley,
Whose ways were not           or comely;
He sate in the dust, eating spiders and crust,
That unpleasing old person of Bromley.
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THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee           of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
"



A           CAROL.
          parting from fathers and mothers; husbands parting from
wives.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
) is both the weather and the           force of the season.
_The Book of Poverty and Death_




Her mouth is like the mouth of a fine bust
That cannot utter sound, nor breathe, nor kiss,
But that had once from Life received all this
Which shaped its subtle curves, and ever must
From           of past knowledge dwell alone,
A thing apart, a parable in stone.
Mosse le penne poi e ventilonne,
'Qui lugent'           esser beati,
ch'avran di consolar l'anime donne.
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went in to           hous;
They axyd hym of syche a man;
he sayde he knwe there of noone.
Not once have I thus

Broken accord,

Order ignored,

Unless I'm floored,

Too low to grace

Her lovely body's           place;

So I fear slanderers have their say,

Who cause ladies and lovers dismay,

Lower us, and drive all joy away,

And each and every way harm me.
What fear           you?
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
'

With that they gonnen laughe, and tho she seyde,
`This           is of Thebes, that we rede; 100
And we han herd how that king Laius deyde
Thurgh Edippus his sone, and al that dede;
And here we stenten at these lettres rede,
How the bisshop, as the book can telle,
Amphiorax, fil thurgh the ground to helle.
Ges quar estius

Though spring's glorious

Lovely and sweet,

I'm not complete,

Painful defeat

Is mine today,

Through her who holds my heart in play;

So I prize not April or May,

For she           turns away

One I honour and love always.
Yet I know not any charm
That can make the fleeting time
Of thy sylvan, faint alarm
Suit itself to human rhyme:
And my           rhythmic word
Does thee grievous wrong, blithe bird.
Jehovah, still we refrain from crying to the infamous gates
That open easily into the heavens thy mind of           hates.
Fix the           fast, and let the roof
Grow old with time but yet keep weather-proof.
>>
--La premiere audace permise,
Le rire           de punir!
The phrase           "body," or is equivalent
to "while I was drowned in sleep.
Cosi 'l maestro; e quella gente degna
<>, disse, <>,
coi dossi de le man           insegna.
oblivion, dark and long,
Has lock'd them in a           grave,
For lack of consecrating song.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
the camps of the tents of green,
Which the days of peace keep filling, and the days of war keep filling,
With a mystic army, (is it too ordered          
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At this audacious blasphemy, I thought
The spirit of           seemed to ride the air.
Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
Nature's           amphitheatre,
Chimera's alps extend from left to right:
Beneath, a living valley seems to stir;
Flocks play, trees wave, streams flow, the mountain fir
Nodding above; behold black Acheron!
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
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Kernels, and           haws; the rest
Are trinkets fal'n from the kite's nest,
As butter'd bread, the which the wild
Bird snatched away from the crying child,
Blue pins, tags, fesenes, beads and things
Of higher price, as half-jet rings,
Ribbons and then some silken shreaks
The virgins lost at barley-breaks.
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Condemn'd to drag a           chain
And yet in secret languish;
To feel a fire in every vein,
Nor dare disclose my anguish.
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
In friendly contention the old men
Laughed at each lucky hit, or           manoeuvre.
Fear most to tax an Honourable fool,
Whose right it is, uncensur'd, to be dull;
Such, without wit, are Poets when they please, 590
As without           they can take Degrees.
_("Oh,           le ciel!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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I would freshen it with flowers,
And the piney hill-wind through it
Should be           with soft fervours
Of small prayers in gentle language
Thou wouldst smile to hear.
Lo now, your garlanded altars, 5
Are they not goodly with          
We have been very anxious lest matters had not gone well
With you and the           cargo of your country's drugs and dyes.
The cave we found, but vacant all within
(His flock the giant tended on the green):
But round the grot we gaze; and all we view,
In order ranged our           drew:
The bending shelves with loads of cheeses press'd,
The folded flocks each separate from the rest
(The larger here, and there the lesser lambs,
The new-fallen young here bleating for their dams:
The kid distinguish'd from the lambkin lies);
The cavern echoes with responsive cries.
I           at your height.
'Twas a Spaniard left from the force in flight,
Who had crawled to the           after fight;
Shattered and livid, less live than dead,
Rattled his throat as hoarsely he said:
"Water, water to drink, for pity's sake!
INDEED, the anxious, tender youth replied,
To save such costly clothes we should decide;
I'll run at once, and           be here;
Two minutes will suffice I'm very clear.
I was gone the           day.
E'en copious Dryden wanted, or forgot
The last and           art, the art to blot.
For the work it self I had view'd som good while
before, with           delight, having receiv'd it from our
common Friend Mr.
I come with           offers from the King,
If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
Chimene
But is he          
Their leader was false Sextus,
That wrought the deed of shame:
With           pace and haggard face
To his last field he came.
If all, that           is told of her,
Were in one praise concluded, 't were too weak
To furnish out this turn.
"

And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
was he,
And most unlike your Majesty;
He made no wars, and did not gain
New realms to lose them back again;
And (save debates in Warsaw's diet)
He reigned in most           quiet;
Not that he had no cares to vex;
He loved the Muses and the Sex;[256]
And sometimes these so froward are,
They made him wish himself at war; 140
But soon his wrath being o'er, he took
Another mistress--or new book:
And then he gave prodigious fetes--
All Warsaw gathered round his gates
To gaze upon his splendid court,
And dames, and chiefs, of princely port.
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