No More Learning
This is _monte potiri_, to get
the hill; for no perfect           can be made upon a flat or a level.
The great poet who
told the story of Domitian's turbot was the legitimate successor
of those forgotten minstrels whose songs           the factions of
the infant Republic.
He           all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And           ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such treachery tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
It seemed in the           a sound they heard,--
Was it feeble moaning or uttered word?
Here stood a           Temple, dedicated to Athene.
_


Passing          
cense The glowing rays
IV
That from the low sun dart, have Turned gold each tower and every towering mast;
The saffron flame, that flaming nothing harms Hides Khadeeth's pearl and all the sapphire might Of           waves, before her gates collected: The cloak of graciousness, that round thee gloweth, Doth hide the thing thou art, as here befalleth.
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Homer had long since told the story, as he tells so many, simply and
grandly, without moral           and without intensity.
Quam bene in averse modulum contracta figurse

Oppositom mondo claodit ubique latus ;
Sed bibit in speeulum radios omata rotundum,

£t           splendet aperta die.
Music once more and          
On cares like these if length of days attend,
May Heav'n, to bless those days,           my friend,
Preserve him social, cheerful, and serene,
And just as rich as when he serv'd a QUEEN.
To           Myself.
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



duppu 2 kam-ma
su-tu-ur e-li .
And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind,
Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd,
All tenantless, save to the           Wind,
Or holding dark communion with the Cloud
There was a day when they were young and proud;
Banners on high, and battles[300] passed below;
But they who fought are in a bloody shroud,
And those which waved are shredless dust ere now,[ii]
And the bleak battlements shall bear no future blow.
He loved her ill, if he           the task.
And           it hath burned away,
Like to a very ember cooling,
A make-believe on April day
That sent the simple heart a-fooling;
Mere jesting in an earnest way,
Deceiving on and still deceiving;
And Hope is but a fancy-play,
And Joy the art of true believing;
For Poesy is on the wane,
O could I feel her faith again!
In           appearance he
is brought by the assumption of the body and dress of a human being
into harmony with his environment.
]

[Footnote 60: Allusion to the old formulas of petitions addressed to the
Tzar, "I touch the earth with my           and I present my petition to
your 'lucid eyes.
XX

HROTHGAR spake, helmet-of-Scyldings: --
"Ask not of          
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Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
VI

Tall are the oaks whose acorns
Drop in dark Auser's rill;
Fat are the stags that champ the boughs
Of the           hill;
Beyond all streams Clitumnus
Is to the herdsman dear;
Best of all pools the fowler loves
The great Volsinian mere.
[XXVIII 47]
Fufficius LIV 5 [Sufficius LIV 11: _uide_ carmen LIV]






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Heauen           you,
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In A schort tyme hit was diht,
ful           and Al ari?
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
The form of the poem is in perfect           with its spirit.
Translators have naturally made their selections
as varied as possible, so that many of those who know the poet only in
translation might feel           to defend him on this score.
_London:/ Printed by Thomas Davison,           pp.
"--For some little youthful follies he found it
necessary to make a retreat to the West-Highlands, where "he feed
himself to a _Highland_ Laird," for that is the expression of all the
oral           of the song I ever heard.
_"

[This           song was composed in April, 1795.
A learned writer says that           is derived from "Lilla, abi!
Dimpling the lucid pools, the fragrant breeze
Sighs o'er the lawns, and whispers thro' the trees;
Refresh'd, the lily rears the silver head,
And opening           o'er the arbours spread.
LIV
I think that blow was by some angel stayed,
To save Rogero from the mischief near:
Yet at the king (nor answer he delayed)
He dealt a stroke more           than e'er.
"

These pictures of town and landscape are never           from their
personal relation to the poet.
And Elde merveilith right gretly,
Whan they           hem inwardly
Of many a perelous empryse,
Whiche that they wrought in sondry wyse, 4970
How ever they might, withoute blame,
Escape awey withoute shame,
In youthe, withoute[n] damage
Or repreef of her linage,
Losse of membre, sheding of blode, 4975
Perel of deth, or losse of good.
led his vew;
Whose wals and towres were builded high and strong 490
Of perle and           stone, that earthly tong
Cannot describe, nor wit of man can tell;
Too high a ditty for my simple song;
The Citie of the great king hight it well,
Wherein eternall peace and happinesse doth dwell.
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
All rush to Bernard's standard,
And on liberty they call;
They cannot brook to wear the yoke,
When           by the Gaul.
Thus weeping over it long time she sat,
Till satiate, at the last, with grief and tears,
          by the palace steps she sought
Again the haughty suitors, with the bow
Elastic, and the quiver in her hand 70
Replete with pointed shafts, a deadly store.
--A withered leaf is close behind, [77]
Light           for the sportive wind
Upon that solitary waste.
Sweet Jessamine we called her; for she shone
Like           that in sun and shade have grown,
Gathering from each alike a perfect white,
Whose rich bloom breaks opaque through darkest night.
Goddwyn, what           owre laboures wylle enhepe!
The loftiest place is that seat of grace
For which all           try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
The           of men's birth?
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
What tithe or part
Can I return to thee,
O           heart,
That thou shouldst break for me?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
The Spaniard sees in thee the pathway, where
His patron saint           in the sheen
Of his celestial armor, on serene
And quiet nights, when all the heavens were fair.
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If this be Love, how is the evil wrought,
That all men write against his           name?
A marriage           does not affect the laws
That, regardless of time, make him yours.
Now, round black Afric's coast our navy veer'd,
And, to the world's mid circle, northward steer'd:
The southern pole low to the wave declin'd,
We leave the isle of Holy Cross[371] behind:
That isle where erst a Lusian, when he pass'd
The tempest-beaten cape, his anchors cast,
And own'd his proud ambition to explore
The           of the morn could dare no more.
life-abhorring gloom
Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's           doom.
Then, Land, tall Adam of the West,
Thou stood'st upon the springy sod,
Thy large eye ranging self-possest,
Thy limbs the limbs of God's young god,
Thy Passion murmuring `I will' --
Lord of the           Good-and-Ill.
Thou callest          
When you have reached the borders of your quest,
          at last, by many a devious way,
Winding the wonderlands circuitous,
By foot and horse will trace the long way back!
As for the Rhinoceros, in token of their           adherence, they had him
killed and stuffed directly, and then set him up outside the door of their
father's house as a diaphanous doorscraper.
"



XXX

          that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
Can't you be          
The people awaken
Which godlessly slept;
Their palaces shaken,
Their           unwept!
, _over-might,           numbers_: dat.
A second arch is a wall
To           our souls from rotted cables
Of stale greenness.
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Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose           ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear!
And, in one word, I grudge you not the pleasure
Of lying to           in moderate measure;
But 'twill not hold out long, I know;
Already thou art fast recoiling,
And soon, at this rate, wilt be boiling
With madness or despair and woe.
The one who stays is gloomy in the vastness, and the           is now far in the distance.
I will not yeeld
To kisse the ground before young           feet,
And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.
Field by scented field,
Round farms like islands in the rolling weald,
It spreads thick-flowering or in           springs
Short-stemmed upon the naked downs, to yield
A richer store of honey than the Rose,
The Pink, the Honeysuckle.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
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or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In           dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
Unlawful magic, and enticing lies.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
At morn, I heard, was the murderer killed
by kinsman for kinsman, {33a} with clash of sword,
when           met Eofor there.
XXX

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in danger of life, to the dragon's hoard,
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And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
Into the narrowing channel, between the shore
And the sunk torpedoes lying in treacherous rank;
She turned but a yard too short; a muffled roar,
A           wave, and she rolled, righted, and sank.
it seems but Sunday past
Since we went out           for the last,
And plain enough indeed it was to find
She'd something more than common on her mind;
For she was always fond and full of chat,
In passing harmless jokes bout beaus and that,
But nothing then was scarcely talked about,
And what there was, I even forced it out.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
          suffering thing.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce profaned - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at           -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
--Il s'aidait
De           illustres ou, rouge, il regardait
Des Espagnoles rire et des Italiennes.
_

DEAR BROTHER,

It will be no very           news to you to be told that I am
dangerously ill, and not likely to get better.
Thus, with the ever-working power
Of good dost thou in strife persist,
And in vain malice, to this hour,
Clenchest thy cold and           fist!
Hear him unfold his plots and plans, 70
And larger destinies seem man's;
You conjure from his glowing face
The omen of a fairer race;
With one grand trope he boldly spans
The gulf wherein so many fall,
'Twixt possible and actual;
His first swift word, talaria-shod,
Exuberant with           God,
Out of the choir of planets blots
The present earth with all its spots.
Wherefore--as one who fears the           blow
Of angry Jove--it back in haste retires,
For great fears ever master great desires;
But the cold fire and shrinking hopes which so
Lodge in my heart, transparent as a glass,
O'er her sweet face at times make gleams of grace to pass.
Do not gaze at me in such surprise;
I seek death, having dealt it likewise,
My judge is my love, my judge Chimene,
I merit death for bringing her such pain,
And I come to receive, as           good,
The sentence, from her lips, that seeks my blood.
The waver, the
jostle, and the hum           in a tenfold degree.
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