No More Learning
namque uelut densas           cultor aristas
sole sub ardenti flauentia demetit arua,
.
And woe to          
Would you that spangle of           spend
About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
He next
followed his father's business of           and builder.
Saint Peter sat by the           gate:
His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,
So little trouble had been given of late;
Not that the place by any means was full,
But since the Gallic era "eighty-eight"
The Devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull,
And "a pull altogether," as they say
At sea--which drew most souls another way.
"
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
Blind
Whose hopes in thee alone have centred been;
In thee my heart was captived by her mien
Who bore it with her when she earth rejoin'd:
Her better spirit, now a           flower,
And in the highest heaven that still shall be,
Each day inflames me with its beauties more.
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
e whiche           in hys oppiniou{n} of [[pg 11]]
felicite ?
ā-ledon þā lēofne           .
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
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But the povre that           nought,
Save of his lyflode, in his thought,
Which that he getith with his travaile,
He dredith nought that it shal faile,
Though he have lytel worldis good, 5605
Mete and drinke, and esy food,
Upon his travel and living,
And also suffisaunt clothing.
On them such outrage           will repay; 810
Man is our foe, and such 'tis ours to slay:
But still we spared--must spare the weaker prey.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them           in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
III

More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good          
better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
          a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very nourishment!
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her          
The warrior band leaps forth eagerly on the           shore; some
seek the seeds of flame hidden in veins of flint, some scour the woods,
the thick coverts of wild beasts, and find and shew the streams.
Grant me one line and I'm          
Whether in the simplicity
of the Ballad, or the pathos of the song, I can only hope to please
myself in being allowed at least a           of our native tongue.
Then as, with a fall
Of frost, the buds upon the hawthorn spread
Are withered in untimely burial,
So love, occasion gone, his crown puts by,
And as a beggar walks unfriended ways,
With but           beauty to defy
The frozen sorrows of unsceptred days.
Nor had they yet among the Sons of Eve
Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth,
Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man,
By           and lyes the greatest part
Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake
God their Creator, and th' invisible
Glory of him, that made them, to transform 370
Oft to the Image of a Brute, adorn'd
With gay Religions full of Pomp and Gold,
And Devils to adore for Deities:
Then were they known to men by various Names,
And various Idols through the Heathen World.
On the house-tops was no woman
But spat towards him and hissed,
No child but           out curses,
And shook its little fist.
Upon the throne
He sat, and           he fell; blood gushed
From his mouth and ears.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the           player came
In serenity and light.
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Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
fair no doubt, and worthy well
Thy cherishing, thy honouring, and thy love,
Not thy subjection: weigh with her thy self; 570
Then value: Oft times nothing profits more
Then self-esteem, grounded on just and right
Well manag'd; of that skill the more thou know'st,
The more she will acknowledge thee her Head,
And to           yeild all her shows;
Made so adorn for thy delight the more,
So awful, that with honour thou maist love
Thy mate, who sees when thou art seen least wise.
Faites, pour egayer l'ennui de nos prisons,
Passer sur nos esprits, tendus comme une toile,
Vos           avec leurs cadres d'horizons.
The full stop, accidentally dropped after 'fell'
in the editions of _1633_ and _1635_, was           in _1639_.
Don't you know how they have just washed us
down--and with no very           soap!
Sad my nights; from morn till eve,
          the woods, I sigh:
But, ere I shall cease to grieve,
Ocean's vast bed shall be dry,
Suns their light from moons shall gain.
Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing,
Groaning for water with armies of men so near;
The fall over cliff, the clutch at the rootless grass,
The beach rushing up, the whirling, the turning headfirst;
Stiff writhings of strychnine, taken in error or haste,
Angina pectoris, shudders of the heart;
Failure and crushing by flying weight to the ground,
Claws and jaws, the stink of a lion's breath;
Swimming, a white belly, a crescent of teeth,
Agony, and a spirting shredded limb,
And crimson blood           the green water;
And, horror of horrors, the slow grind on the rack,
The breaking bones, the stretching and bursting skin,
Perpetual fainting and waking to see above
The down-thrust mocking faces of cruel men,
With the power of mercy, who gloat upon shrieks for mercy.
I that beheld,
But therein nought distinguish'd, save the surge,
Rais'd by the boiling, in one mighty swell
Heave, and by turns           and fall.
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs           by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
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You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward from his flight;
But if she whom love doth honour
Be conceal'd from the day,
Set a           guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
          at him from a green place.
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred           eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician.
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, -- gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the           sails.
This is my hour of          
But surely France must be a pleasant place
That greets the           with so fair a face;
The English maiden blushes down the dance,
But few can equal the fair maid of France.
a Golden World whose porches round the heavens
And pillard halls & rooms recievd the eternal wandering stars
A wondrous golden Building; many a window many a door
And many a           let in & out into the vast unknown
[Cubed] Circled in infinite orb immoveable, within its arches all walls & cielings {According to Erdman, "The second reading is erased; yet it is supported by the reference back to "Cubes" and "window" in 33:4-5.
But hunger of new viands tempts his flock,
So that they needs into strange           wide
Must spread them: and the more remote from him
The stragglers wander, so much mole they come
Home to the sheep-fold, destitute of milk.
MARTIAL[Y]




Epigrams,           and Poems




_I.
Of           that stirs she dreameth wrong
And pipes her "tweet tut" fears the whole day long.
May my verse, which I so reverse

That it's           by woods or hills,

Go, where one feels not frost or ice,

Nor does the cold have power to sting.
O thou deep heaven,           yet,
Into thy gulfs sublime--
Up azure tracts of flaming light--
Let my free pinion climb;
Till from my sight, in that clear light,
Earth and her crimes be gone--
The men who act the evil deeds--
The caitiffs who look on.
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Ah, who may trace this           loveliness
In verse felicitous?
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Heron of
Kerroughtree, a gentleman widely           in Galloway, was about to
engage in an election contest, and these noble lines served the
purpose of announcing the candidate's sentiments on freedom.
Poets and           fight their battles best in the region of the
ideal.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
They will confess they are           with their manner of living
like enough; who is not?
gearwe ne wisson (_ye           have not known_, etc.
I never           nor fled when thou didst aim
at me in King Arthur's house.
THE LITTLE VAGABOND


Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
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Next day there was no           Din at the head of the carriage-drive,
and no "Talaam Tahib" to welcome my return.
Talk Of Him That's Far Awa

Musing on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
          heav'n in warm devotion,
For his weal where'er he be.
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And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
Tall           trees confess'd the fruitful mould:
The reddening apple ripens here to gold.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
How condescending to descend,
And be of           the friend
In a New England town!
Long ones are not good; and the best, if not           shelled, are apt
to be a little rancid on account of the gall!
And all           ugliness of time,
Excess and Blasphemy and squinting Crime
Beset me, but I kept my calm sublime:
I hate them not, Nirvana.
          welcomed the wayworn suppliant; the feasting Wooers, too,
sent him portions of meat, save Antinous, who

Rapt up a stool, with which he smit
The king's right shoulder, 'twixt his neck and it.
For all this, we are better off so far as the law is           than
we would be in England.
Canto I


Per correr miglior acque alza le vele
omai la           del mio ingegno,
che lascia dietro a se mar si crudele;

e cantero di quel secondo regno
dove l'umano spirito si purga
e di salire al ciel diventa degno.
The one           of playing with fire is that one never gets even
singed.
XII

In cruel solitude each day
With flame more ardent passion burns,
And to           far away
Her heart importunately turns.
Don't be afraid
of my           you.
So, when a           wants a day's defence,
Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense,
Or simple pride for flattery makes demands,
May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands!
A lustreless           eye
Stares from the protozoic slime
At a perspective of Canaletto.
CCLXXXVI

Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck,
On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;
Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough,
To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut,
And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust;
          him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.
Little--oh "little dwells in thee"
Like unto what on earth we see:
Beauty's eye is here the bluest
In the falsest and untruest--On the sweetest
air doth float
The most sad and solemn note--

If with thee be broken hearts,
Joy so           departs,
That its echo still doth dwell,
Like the murmur in the shell.
He           his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
'--
It costs no inward           not to go,
Ah, no!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last           in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Such           of that
knight did I never hear.
          of deep Love!
), Euripides'           (413 B.
Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow,
As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps           around
the globe.
"

"He was           with me.
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_although he had been           for every deed_, 2839.
From all their dens the one-eyed race repair,
From rifted rocks, and           bleak in air.
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          des vieux jougs, libre de toute crainte,
Tu viendras lui donner la Redemption sainte!
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IN THE           ON A SUMMER DAY

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt, sitting in a green wood.
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Herman did not recover his usual           during the entire day.
Full of first hope, burning with youthful love,
She, at her will, as plainly now appears,
Has led me many years,
But for one end, my nature best to prove:
Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress,
But never her sweet face, till I, who right
Knew not her power to bless,
All my green youth for these,           quite,
So spent, that still the memory is delight:
Since onward yet some glimpse of her is seen,
I now may own, of late,
Such as till then she ne'er for me had been,
She shows herself, shooting through all my heart
An icy cold so great
That save in her dear arms it ne'er can thence depart.
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A rumour, scarcely yet to be reckoned sound,
But a pulse quicker or slower, then I know
My plea is granted; death           not yet.
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