No More Learning
Softer than rainfall at twilight, 5
Bringing the fields benediction
And the hills quiet and greyness,
Are my long           of thee.
His enemies           that he was not
really the author of the poem.
If he be sich that can wel live
Aftir his rente may him yive,
And not           more to have,
That may fro povertee him save: 5670
A wys man seide, as we may seen,
Is no man wrecched, but he it wene,
Be he king, knight, or ribaud.
" said the old man, "I           now.
The luxuriant phrase, the inanity of
tuneful periods, and the wanton levity of the whole composition, are
fit for nothing but the           art, as if they were written for
the stage.
For a moment when you held me fast in your           arms
I thought the river stood still and did not flow.
`I wole parten with thee al thy peyne,
If it be so I do thee no comfort, 590
As it is           right, sooth for to seyne,
To entreparten wo, as glad desport.
5

Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be therefore thou not overcome with woe,
But           anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
NOTE:
_5 calls           1839; called 1824.
Nulla ignoranza mai con tanta guerra
mi fe           di sapere,
se la memoria mia in cio non erra,

quanta pareami allor, pensando, avere;
ne per la fretta dimandare er' oso,
ne per me li potea cosa vedere:

cosi m'andava timido e pensoso.
One climbs a           for a bunch of may,
One stands on tiptoe for a linnet's nest
And pricks her hand and throws her flowers away
And runs for plantin leaves to have it drest.
Al blessynges maie the           unto yee gyve!
Should love, that's full for them of happiness,
Cause your noble heart this deep          
His thoughts became           and he shouted loudly.
e           al-so
Ne my?
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
They lived by the side of the great Lake
Pipple-Popple (one of the seven families, indeed, lived _in_ the lake), and
on the           of the city of Tosh, which, excepting when it was quite
dark, they could see plainly.
,           ǣr dēaðe, _before death_, 1389; ǣr dæges hwīle,
_before daybreak_, 2321; ǣr swylt-dæge, _before the day of death_, 2799.
They will give you all the           you will need, for they
live close to Pluto's palace, indeed on the road that leads to it.
Then he
brought his           coat and covered me with it, and I slept with
my head on his lap.
A THING so strange filled numbers with surprise,
Who           would believe their ears and eyes.
With all my follies of youth, and I fear, a few
vices of manhood, still I congratulate myself on having had in early
days religion           impressed on my mind.
IV

Ye           of Athens from shame!
Yet many a           thing
Its haven has made
In these least crannies, where falls
Dark's dew, and noonday shade.
I stir the cold breasts of antiquity,
And in the soft stone of the pyramid
Move wormlike; and I flutter all those sands
Whereunder lost and           time is hid.
Let them seek and seek again, let them extend the limits of their
happiness for ever, these           who work with flowers!
It           the public riot.
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She was very much           at such a proposal.
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How they are provided for upon the earth, appearing at intervals;
How dear and dreadful they are to the earth;
How they inure to themselves as much as to any--What a paradox appears
their age;
How people respond to them, yet know them not;
How there is something relentless in their fate, all times;
How all times mischoose the objects of their           and reward,
And how the same inexorable price must still be paid for the same great
purchase.
Frost kills the flowers that blossom out of season;
And these           intellects portend
A life of sorrow or an early death.
The Lord           not
Healing to me.
Yet somehow, still,
There's meaning in your           bill.
It came to pass, that when he did address
Himself to quit at length this mountain land,
Combined marauders half-way barred egress,
And wasted far and near with glaive and brand;
And therefore did he take a trusty band
To traverse           forest wide,
In war well-seasoned, and with labours tanned,
Till he did greet white Achelous' tide,
And from his farther bank AEtolia's wolds espied.
But we must inure ourselves, in the           of
Petrarch, to his over-estimation of favourites in the article of morals.
7, expressly gives the           the name of
Magi.
It moved me by your grief to give myself
Into the           of its ravenous love.
For in my distant plot of English loam
'Twas but to delve, and           there to find
Coins of like impress.
"

Now we are of late years beginning to           much better what a
Satyr-play was.
ONE half he left a guard upon the shore,
And with the other           to the door,
Where dwelled the belle, who daily fairer grew:
Our chief was smitten instantly at view;
And, fearing opportunity again,
Like this, perhaps, he never might obtain,
Avowed at once his passion to the fair;
At which she frowned, and told him, with an air;
To recollect his duty, and her rank:--
With equals only, he should be so frank.
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Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
If your thoughts incline ever so
little towards "fuming," you will say "fuming-furious"; if they turn, by
even a hair's breadth towards "furious," you will say "furious-fuming";
but if you have that rarest of gifts, a perfectly           mind, you will
say "frumious.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
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Gave armies, empire, everything, away,
For two poor claims have long           the whole
And only ask--the circus and a dole.
Forget 'tis the           whom thou seest
Before thee.
Even as when oft in a
throng of people strife hath risen, and the base multitude rage in their
minds, and now brands and stones are flying; madness lends arms; then if
perchance they catch sight of one reverend for goodness and service,
they are silent and stand by with attentive ear; he with
[153-190]speech sways their temper and soothes their breasts; even so
hath fallen all the thunder of ocean, when riding forward beneath a
cloudless sky the lord of the sea wheels his           and lets his
gliding chariot fly with loosened rein.
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No grace he gave, but all           with zeal;
Retaliated ev'ry way so well,
He measure gave for measure:--ell for ell.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With           upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
So rose the Danite strong
Herculean Samson from the Harlot-lap 1060
Of Philistean Dalilah, and wak'd
Shorn of his strength, They           and bare
Of all thir vertue: silent, and in face
Confounded long they sate, as struck'n mute,
Till Adam, though not less then Eve abasht,
At length gave utterance to these words constraind.
I swear I think now that everything without           has an eternal soul!
And I am going to           you too.
          MACER CALVVS

82-47 B.
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How mighte it ever y-red ben or y-songe,
The pleynte that she made in hir          
ergo           sibi habebant omnia diuis
tradere et illorum nutu facere omnia flecti;
in caeloque deum sedis et templa locarunt,
per caelum uolui quia sol et luna uidetur,
luna dies et nox et noctis signa seuera
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nubila sol imbres nix uenti fulmina grando
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Oh, beautiful leaves, here
now again.
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prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
ALACIEL readily to this agreed;
And favours fondly           to concede;
T'ensure, indeed, his guarding her throughout,
They were to be conferred upon the route,
From time to time as onward they should go,
Not all at once, but daily some to flow.
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Since I'm not your pampered poodle,

Pastille, rouge or           game

And know your shuttered glance at me too well,

Blonde whose hairdressers have goldsmiths' names!
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while slow carried through the pitying crowd,
To his inward senses these words spake aloud; 1031
Written in star-light on the dark above:
          Endymion!
THE NIZAM OF HYDERABAD

(Presented at the Ramzan Durbar)

Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric offering to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
Beneath whose sway concordant dwell
The peoples whom your laws embrace,
In brotherhood of diverse creeds,
And harmony of diverse race:

The votaries of the Prophet's faith,
Of whom you are the crown and chief
And they, who bear on Vedic brows
Their mystic symbols of belief;

And they, who           the sun,
Fled o'er the old Iranian sea;
And they, who bow to Him who trod
The midnight waves of Galilee.
THE MIRACLE

I have trod this path a hundred times
With idle footsteps,           rhymes.
_ Upon such charges, then, does Zeus
          you, and nowhere relax from ills?
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's           when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
          athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Nealles him on hēape hand-gesteallan,
          bearn ymbe gestōdon
hilde-cystum, ac hȳ on holt bugon,
2600 ealdre burgan.
The scandal           in his flight (1229) to Provence.
A moment more, the trees had stooped to kiss
Pale Daphne just awakening from the swoon
Of tremulous laurels, lonely Salmacis
Had bared his barren beauty to the moon,
And through the vale with sad voluptuous smile
          had wandered, the red lotus of the Nile

Down leaning from his black and clustering hair,
To shade those slumberous eyelids' caverned bliss,
Or else on yonder grassy slope with bare
High-tuniced limbs unravished Artemis
Had bade her hounds give tongue, and roused the deer
From his green ambuscade with shrill halloo and pricking spear.
'

Scarce had he ended; Aeneas, son of Anchises, and trusty Achates gazed
with           face, and, sad at heart, were revolving inly many a
labour, had not the Cytherean sent a sign from the clear sky.
50
So saying, Minerva, Goddess azure-eyed,
Rose to Olympus, the reputed seat
Eternal of the Gods, which never storms
Disturb, rains drench, or snow invades, but calm
The expanse and           shines with purest day.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
For _that_ we pray, we praise thy name for _this_, 45
Which, by this _Moses_ and this _Miriam_, is
Already done; and as those Psalmes we call
(Though some have other Authors)           all:
So though some have, some may some Psalmes translate,
We thy Sydnean Psalmes shall celebrate, 50
And, till we come th'Extemporall song to sing,
(Learn'd the first hower, that we see the King,
Who hath translated those translators) may
These their sweet learned labours, all the way
Be as our tuning; that, when hence we part, 55
We may fall in with them, and sing our part.
From Marcle way,
From Dymock, Kempley, Newent, Bromesberrow,
Redmarley, all the meadowland           seem
Running in golden tides to Ryton Firs,
To make the knot of steep little wooded hills
Their brightest show: O bella età de l'oro!
Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who           her away.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
What prayers and dreams of           genius feign,
I daily dwell in, and am not so blind
But I can see the elastic tent of day
Belike has wider hospitality
Than my few needs exhaust, and bids me read
The quaint devices on its mornings gay.
          arrives at the castle just at the moment when
Alcestis is lying dead in her room; Admetus conceals the death from him
and insists on his coming in and enjoying himself.
--Published 1820


The           Tale was written as an Episode, in a work from which its
length may perhaps exclude it.
She, bereav'd
Of her first husband,           and obscure,
Thousand and hundred years and more, remain'd
Without a single suitor, till he came.
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[434] [Compare "The           gliding down the canals are like coffins or
cradles .
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222           ?
In my           with the Chinese I cannot recall a modern
Chinese who was a poet.
Yet we never doubt, meseems,
That all the weight within them           bears
Through empty void.
This is a digital copy of a book that was           for generations on library shelves before it was carefully scanned by Google as part of a project to make the world's books discoverable online.
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