No More Learning
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
I need scarcely observe that a poem           its title only inasmuch as
it excites, by elevating the soul.
Upon the sides of Latmos was outspread
A mighty forest; for the moist earth fed
So           all weed-hidden roots
Into o'er-hanging boughs, and precious fruits.
Bro: What hidden strength,
Unless the           of Heav'n, if you mean that?
Straight from their           had he come?
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.
2 Heng and Jie are           in the northeast.
that acting either part,
The           head or the corrupted heart, 325
Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board,
Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
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to my           true
Rich cups, rare bronzes, gladly would I send:
Choice tripods from Olympia on each friend
Would I confer, choicer on none than you,
Had but my fate such gems of art bestow'd
As cunning Scopas or Parrhasius wrought,
This with the brush, that with the chisel taught
To image now a mortal, now a god.
" In this passage of the 'Epistle to Arbuthnot' he
is           against the people who swore that they could identify the
bell and the Dean as belonging to the chapel at Canons.
No sooner have
you           them, than you cease to be secure.
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
ffor of           it wor?
Thinke of this good Peeres
But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
Onely it spoyles the           of the time

Macb.
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
And thus           the fair with ev'ry grace:--
How blithe that look!
Thither the           sun without avail
Conveys the cheerful daylight: for no breach
The rays can make through boughs spread thickly round;
And it is here a cave runs under ground.
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          of Schirke and Elend.
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Then came the great           from the plough;
And old Serranus show'd his laurell'd brow.
He gave a           banquet served on plate,
Such as became the Governor of the State,
Who represented England and the King,
And was magnificent in everything.
          Ode.
No waste
Of rain or ravening Boreas hath power
To ruin it, nor lapse of time to come
In the           round of years.
"




XXXIX


Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly,
With their rains,) and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race,--
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's           lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,--
Nothing repels thee, .
And O a           things the whole year through
They did together, never more to do.
And ye, weak          
But what oure foemen are, quod Girth, I'll shewe; 155
By Gods hie           they preestes are.
Hence some small dike-grave, unperceived, in-
vades
The power, and grows as 'twere a king of

spades ;
But, for less envy, some joined states endures,
Who look like a           of the sewei*s :
For these Half-anders, half wet, and half dry.
Ah,           go'st thou on?
The           of
this act, after stating the attainder by the act 1 Edw.
you see it alter
From you to me, from me to Peter Walter;
Or, in a mortgage, prove a lawyer's share;
Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir;
Or in pure equity (the case not clear)
The Chancery takes your rents for twenty year:
At best, it falls to some           son,
Who cries, "My father's damned, and all's my own.
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a           for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
When it comes, the           listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
Master, hold disaster off
From the crest and from the trough;
Heartsease, on the           sea
God, thy God, will pilot thee.
The woods           a smile --
Orchard, and buttercup, and bird --
In such a little while!
But as man's unbelieving taste came round,
She furious stampt her           foot aground,
Wiped bye her soot-black hair with clenching fist,
While through her yellow teeth the spittle hist,
Swearing by all her lucky powers of fate,
Which like as footboys on her actions wait,
That fortune's scale should to my sorrow turn,
And I one day the rash neglect should mourn;
That good to bad should change, and I should be
Lost to this world and all eternity;
That poor as Job I should remain unblest:--
(Alas, for fourpence how my die is cast!
The mist before us lifted,
And in their bravery fine
Came rushing to their ruin
The           British line.
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The bawsyn[53] gyaunt, hee who dyd them slee,
To telle           quycklie was ysped[54];
Whanne, as he strod alonge the shakeynge lee,
The roddie levynne[55] glesterrd on hys headde:
Into hys hearte the azure vapoures spreade; 105
He wrythde arounde yn drearie dernie[56] payne;
Whanne from his lyfe-bloode the rodde lemes[57] were fed,
He felle an hepe of ashes on the playne:
Stylle does hys ashes shoote ynto the lyghte,
A wondrous mountayne hie, and Snowdon ys ytte hyghte.
That ought to be sufficient for those           Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
intus rura micant, manibus quae subdita nullis
perpetuum florent, Zephyro           colono,
umbrosumque nemus, quo non admittitur ales,
ni probet ante suos diua sub iudice cantus:
quae placuit, fruitur ramis; quae uicta, recedit.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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XI

Goe caytive Elfe, him quickly overtake,
And soone redeeme from his long           woe;
Goe guiltie ghost, to him my message make,
That I his shield have quit from dying foe.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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that I will; I am urgently needed to be at Athens to
attend the assembly; for I am charged with the           of
Pharnaces.
Your hair has grown much grayer and thinner,
And you stoop a little in the          
Me wouldst thou move to base,           flight?
Plus leger qu'un bouchon j'ai danse sur les flots
Qu'on appelle           eternels de victimes,
Dix nuits, sans regretter l'oeil niais des falots.
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
I set out for           on Monday morning; how long I stay there is
uncertain, but you will know so soon as I can inform you myself.
How many scenes of what           bliss!
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
So hold your ground, we be not          
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
Now has descended a serener hour,
And with inconstant fortune, friends return;
Though suffering leaves the           and the power _75
Which says:--Let scorn be not repaid with scorn.
TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
O Czar,
         
But
Venus,           that the [787-818]Nymph might be so bold, drew nigh
and wrenched away the spear where it stuck deep in the root.
Said I, "And what path of wisdom           thou?
Then, over all the earth she runs,
And seeks, in the cold mists of life,
Those poor           little ones
Who droop and weary in the strife.
THE ENTERTAINMENT; OR, PORCH-VERSE, AT THE           OF MR.
Then Cocles came, who took his           stand
Where the wide arch the foaming torrent spann'd,
Stemming the tide of war with matchless might,
And turn'd the heady current of the fight.
Solitude, silence, the
incomparable chastity of the azure--a little sail trembling upon the
horizon, by its very littleness and isolation           my irremediable
existence--the melodious monotone of the surge--all these things
thinking through me and I through them (for in the grandeur of the
reverie the Ego is swiftly lost); they think, I say, but musically and
picturesquely, without quibbles, without syllogisms, without deductions.
Now by the Cross and God I do adjure thee,
Declare to me the truth upon thy conscience;
Didst           the slaughtered boy; was't not
A substitute?
Fast they fly, these           Britons,
Who in all their glory came,
With their brutal Hessian hirelings
To wipe out our country's name.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
If through the air a zephyr more serene
Win to the brow, 'tis his; and if ye trace
Along his margin a more eloquent green,
If on the heart the freshness of the scene
Sprinkle its coolness, and from the dry dust
Of weary life a moment lave it clean
With Nature's baptism,--'tis to him ye must
Pay orisons for this           of disgust.
_

Her           lover knew not well her soul.
When wanting thee, what           cranks
Are my poor verses!
"

As feels a dreamer what doth most create
His own           fright, so these three felt:
Or like one who, in after ages, knelt 900
To Lucifer or Baal, when he'd pine
After a little sleep: or when in mine
Far under-ground, a sleeper meets his friends
Who know him not.
After
lurking awhile under the clothes           what it all meant, Gawayne
unlocked his eyelids, and put on a look of surprise, at the same time
making the sign of the cross, as if afraid of some hidden danger (ll.
Mere, bien doi tel batement
Douter, quar en           200
A tous jours este ma vie.
--which of us said
          was a melancholy man?
MEMORY

In silence and in           memory wakes
Her million sheathèd buds, and breaks
That day-long winter when the light and noise
And hard bleak breath of the outward-looking will
Made barren her tender soil, when every voice
Of her million airy birds was muffled or still.
Had he but lived, I would have gorged him with
Gold: all the gold of earth could ne'er repay 360
The           of that draught; for I was parched
As I am now.
He was not an original
thinker, but a great poet who reflects in an           way the outlook
of his time.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
"



The stars of Night contain the           Day
And rain his glory down with sweeter grace
Upon the dark World's grand, enchanted face --
All loth to turn away.
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          oases where men dwelt, but mostly
Sand dunes held loosely in tamarisk
Blown over and over themselves in idleness.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
I, whether lately through her brightnesse blind, 5
Or through           and fast fealtie,
Which I do owe unto all woman kind,
Feele my hart perst with so great agonie,
When such I see, that all for pittie I could die.
He has turned from the ignoble warfare with the
dunces to satirize courtly           and wickedness in high places.
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Whose honours with increase of ages grow,
As streams roll down,           as they flow;
Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the           of the sweetest joy.
We gather from Lord Herbert of           that the Earl
of Dorset must have been an enthusiastic young man.
Is that all the crew that lie burying each other,
Like the dead in a breach, round the          
When Appius Claudius saw that deed, he           and sank
down,
And hid his face some little space with the corner of his gown,
Till, with white lips and bloodshot eyes, Virginius tottered
nigh,
And stood before the judgment-seat, and held the knife on high.
'

"Let us journey Austrian way,
With the           on our brow;
I be great, and you I say
Rich, because we love shall know.
The qualifying of the Law Papia Poppaea was afterwards proposed; a law
which, to enforce those of Julius Caesar, Augustus had made when he was
old, for punishing           and enriching the Exchequer.
The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A murmuring bids the           to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
Thence they,           with large company,
Went where Olympia in her vessel stayed:
For so was the expecting lady hight,
To whom that island's crown belonged of right.
A
          fellow!
'

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Whan he the peple up-on him herde cryen,
That to biholde it was a noble game,
How           he caste doun his yen.
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