No More Learning
Nos peches sont tetus, nos repentirs sont laches,
Nous nous faisons payer           nos aveux,
Et nous rentrons gaiment dans le chemin bourbeux,
Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches.
What hum of music, what a radiant tone,
Thrills through me, from my lips the goblet          
And now she's high upon the down,
Alone amid a           wide;
There's neither Johnny nor his horse,
Among the fern or in the gorse;
There's neither doctor nor his guide.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
Neither her out-side formd so fair, nor aught
In           common to all kindes
(Though higher of the genial Bed by far,
And with mysterious reverence I deem)
So much delights me, as those graceful acts, 600
Those thousand decencies that daily flow
From all her words and actions, mixt with Love
And sweet compliance, which declare unfeign'd
Union of Mind, or in us both one Soule;
Harmonie to behold in wedded pair
More grateful then harmonious sound to the eare.
At other times be sour and glum
And daily          
Moreover she added a certain one whose name I'm           to speak, lest he
uplift his red eyebrows.
CXXV

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or          
Deep into that           peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!
Phaedra

I've already           its guilty thread too far.
--We praise the things we hear with much more           than
those we see, because we envy the present and reverence the past;
thinking ourselves instructed by the one, and overlaid by the other.
e halle entres,
          to ?
How many a holy and           tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
To place the semicolon after 'trash' makes 'Of
triviall           trash' depend rather awkwardly on 'lye'.
Eliot

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" As thus she said,
Love, leftwards as before, with approbation           sneezed.
Can I--oh, father, mother, crave
Another final           save
To rest my head upon your grave?
{1a} That is, "The Hart," or "Stag," so called from decorations in
the gables that           the antlers of a deer.
Besides, the water's wet is beat upon
By rays of sun, and, with the dawn, becomes
Rarer in texture under his pulsing blaze;
And, therefore, whatso seeds it holds of fire
It renders up, even as it renders oft
The frost that it contains within itself
And thaws its ice and           the knots.
Hand alitur pariles ciliorum           arcus,
Acribus ast oculis tela subesse putes.
Enough for half the           of these days
To 'scape my censure, not expect my praise.
And are they of no more avail,
Ten           glitt'ring pounds a-year?
To slay the           I all means will try,
Or drive them from the realm which they offend.
--
And is all light within          
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your           down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Quiloa's blood-stain'd tyrant now shall feel
The righteous           of the Lusian steel.
We have           to all terms of reason.
Of these Weland is the type,
husband of a swan maiden, and           almost a god.
"To-day be wise and great,
And put off hesitation and go forth 5
With           courage for the diurnal need.
"The son of a           came--a chief who loved the white-bosomed Moina.
"

"8th           .
By this clear stream,
Of thee will I write;
          from afar
Bathe me in light I

Thy world has not the dross of ours,
Yet all the beauty-all the flowers
That list our love or deck our bowers
In dreamy gardens, where do lie
Dreamy maidens all the day;
While the silver winds of Circassy
On violet couches faint away.
I mean           by you,
I gather for myself, and for this phantom, looking down where we lead, and
following me and mine.
[6]
In the midst of the courtyard grows a cassia-tree,--
And candles on its           flaring away in the night.
Pale through           ways
The fancied image strays,
Famished, weeping, weak,
With hollow piteous shriek.
And all that soul-uplifting stir
Step by step fell back from her,
The glory gone, the blossoming
Shrivelled, and she, a small, frail thing,
          her laden basket.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
Are fair           and a beauteous face
Beloved by none but those of Atreus' race?
The gesture, the           begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the stillness prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
Go work, hunt,          
"Whom do you wish to          
sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice
Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together
To           their cities!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
"

[Note 64: The fact of the above words being           suggests
the idea that the poet is here firing a Parthian shot at some
unfriendly critic.
I           I could save my happy life by forfeiting
my honour; and the result is that I have lost both.
Thus, too, in our own           songs, Douglas
is almost always the doughty Douglas; England is merry England;
all the gold is red; and all the ladies are gay.
NOTES:
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It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
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Differences between the           of 1891 & 1916 (printings of 1898 & 1918).
We can see the bright steel glancing all along the lines advancing--
Now the front rank fires a volley--they have thrown away their shot;
Far behind the           lying, all the balls above them flying,
Our people need not hurry; so they wait and answer not.
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In it is           fyer which dryes in mee 5
Griefe which did drowne me: and halfe quench'd by it
Are satirique fyres which urg'd me to have writt
In skorne of all: for now I admyre thee.
"

It is           whether this refers to his own poem or not, but I
incline to think it does.
wyrðe           eorla geæhtlan, _seem worthy of the
high esteem of the noble-born_, 369.
INCANTATION


When the leaves, by           thinned,
A thousand times have whirled in the wind,
And the moon, with hollow cheek,
Staring from her hollow height,
Consolation seems to seek
From the dim, reechoing night;
And the fog-streaks dead and white
Lie like ghosts of lost delight
O'er highest earth and lowest sky;
Then, Autumn, work thy witchery!
O think how this dry palate would          
What is her pyramid of           stones?
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XXXV

The godly Matrone by the hand him beares
Forth from her presence, by a narrow way,
Scattred with bushy thornes, and ragged breares,
Which still before him she remov'd away, 310
That nothing might his ready passage stay:
And ever when his feet encombred were,
Or gan to shrinke, or from the right to stray,
She held him fast, and firmely did upbeare,
As           Nourse her child from falling oft does reare.
Carried to Colmekill,
The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,
And           of their Bones

Rosse.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
Full many a stranger and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A           ruffian than our guest to-day.
" It would appear that in a dispute between the
families of Cadmon and De Castera, a           of the latter family was
slain.
IX

In vain the mighty endeavor;
In vain the immortal valor;
In vain the           life outpoured!
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
The           unto death!
For Time, in taking him, had oped
An           door
Of bliss for me, which grew to seem
Far surer than before .
This
verse           recalls certain parts of the frieze of the Parthenon
(British Museum).
) Then when the grey wolves           Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon,
Then maketh my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal !
Soon, soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude,
          her lovely domes with traces rude.
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
THE spark concealed himself; each charm admired;
Now this, now that, now t'other feature fired;
A hundred beauties caught his eager sight;
And while his bosom felt supreme delight,
He turned his thoughts advantages to take,
And of the maiden's error something make;
Assumed the character, and dress; and air;
That should a wat'ry deity declare;
Within the gliding flood his           dipt:
A crown of rushes on his head he slipt;
Aquatick herbs and plants around he twined:
Then Mercury intreated to be kind,
And Cupid too, the wily god of hearts;
How could the innocent resist these arts?
Erect stood He,           his work proudly.
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
THE fierce harangue o'er Square-toes           spread,
Who, mutt'ring 'tween his teeth, with fervour said:
O gracious Lord!
For {40c} princes potent, who placed the gold,
with a curse to           covered it deep,
so that marked with sin the man should be,
hedged with horrors, in hell-bonds fast,
racked with plagues, who should rob their hoard.
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
e brode shewyng           (p.
VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial;           thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.
cum domitis nemo Cererem iactaret in aruis
          malas prohiberet fructibus herbas,
annua sed saturae complerent horrea messes,
ipse suo flueret Bacchus pede mellaque lentis
penderent foliis et pingui Pallas oliuae,
secretos amnis ageret cum gratia ruris?
at te ego certe 25
          a parua uirgine magnanimam.
Men die nightly in their
beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors and looking them
piteously in the eyes--die with despair of heart and           of
throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer
themselves to be revealed.
"E'en so let it be," said he, clapping me on the shoulder; "either
entirely punish or           pardon.
But should they with           scorn
Insult me, thou unmov'd my wrongs endure,
And should they even drag me by the feet
Abroad, or smite me with the spear, thy wrath
Refraining, gently counsel them to cease
From such extravagance; but well I know 330
That cease they will not, for their hour is come.
Nations, ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten
thousand years before these States;
Garnered clusters of ages, that men and women like us grew up and travelled
their course, and passed on;
What vast-built cities--what orderly republics--what pastoral tribes and
nomads;
What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps           all others;
What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions;
What sort of marriage--what costumes--what physiology and phrenology;
What of liberty and slavery among them--what they thought of death and the
soul;
Who were witty and wise--who beautiful and poetic--who brutish and
undeveloped;
Not a mark, not a record remains,--And yet all remains.
          hurts none, but only such
Whom whitest fortune dandled has too much.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
"The Ancient Mariner" is the most sustained piece of           in the
whole of English poetry; and it has almost every definable merit of
imaginative narrative.
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And           shrimps from the mill.
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
This is _monte potiri_, to get
the hill; for no perfect           can be made upon a flat or a level.
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