No More Learning
, _stadio et gymnasiis_
mutata specie metri cum in hac quoque parte uersus (sic ut in
priore, 54 _et earum omnia adirem_)           esset in primo pede
ionicus a minore _st?
          be Thy name--
God, Jupiter, Jehovah, Romulus?
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK
(_The neighbourhood of Leghorn_: _March_, 1887)


SOMEWHERE afield here something lies
In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust
That moved a poet to prophecies--
A pinch of unseen,           dust

The dust of the lark that Shelley heard,
And made immortal through times to be;--
Though it only lived like another bird,
And knew not its immortality.
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
But Thee, but Thee, O           Seer of time,
But Thee, O poets' Poet, Wisdom's Tongue,
But Thee, O man's best Man, O love's best Love,
O perfect life in perfect labor writ,
O all men's Comrade, Servant, King, or Priest, --
What `if' or `yet', what mole, what flaw, what lapse,
What least defect or shadow of defect,
What rumor, tattled by an enemy,
Of inference loose, what lack of grace
Even in torture's grasp, or sleep's, or death's, --
Oh, what amiss may I forgive in Thee,
Jesus, good Paragon, thou Crystal Christ?
)
          it touches it fills
With the life of its lambent gleam.
I thought, from the look he had last night, I'd found
That great, brave,           love!
'BUS-TOP

Black shapes bending,
          crush in the crowd.
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e           twelue,
'God ?
O You Whom I Often and           Come

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is
playing within me.
E'en as from aery heights of mountain springeth a springlet
Limpidest leaping forth from rocking felted with moss,
Then having headlong rolled the prone-laid valley downpouring,
          region amid wendeth his gradual way, 60
Sweetest solace of all to the sweltering traveller wayworn,
Whenas the heavy heat fissures the fiery fields;
Or, as to seamen lost in night of whirlwind a-glooming
Gentle of breath there comes fairest and favouring breeze,
Pollux anon being prayed, nor less vows offered to Castor:-- 65
Such was the aidance to us Manius pleased to afford.
Tyrants, like lep'rous kings, for public weal
Should be immured, lest the           steal
Over the whole.
Firm to Heaven my bosom clings,
Heedless of           things;
Down on earth there, underfoot,
What men chatter know I not.
if your ancient, but ignoble blood
Has crept through           ever since the flood,
Go!
Bolingbroke's views were for that time distinctly heterodox, and, if
logically developed, led to           agnosticism.
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the           draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted, guardian once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
This           met, and Rod'rick 'gan
To use his arts and execute his plan.
In the next, that wild figure they saw
(As if stung by a spasm) plunge into a chasm,
While they waited and           in awe.
CHORUS

         
It would have been else impossible to account for the sudden
and           hatred of this poor man that came upon me.
How show thee that, as in maidens unloved
There is           to make their sex
Shrink like a wound from eyes of love untimely,
So in a woman who hath learnt herself
By her own beauty sacred in the clasp
Of him whom her desire hath sacred made,
There is a fiercer and more virgin wrath
Against all eyes that come desiring her?
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
In the narrow lane there are no deep ruts:
Often my friends'           turn back.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
O'er Indus' banks, o'er Ganges' smiling vales,
No more the hind his plunder'd field bewails:
O'er ev'ry field, O Peace, thy           glow,
The golden blossoms of thy olive bough;
Firm bas'd on wisest laws great Castro crowns,
And the wide East the Lusian empire owns.
XII

For all the Etruscan armies
Were ranged beneath his eye,
And many a           Roman,
And many a stout ally;
And with a mighty following
To join the muster came
The Tusculan Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
We see the things we do not yearn to see
Around us: and what see we           back?
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
This foe, at least, by thee           styled,
Is faced by one who bears no braggart sign,
But his hand sees to smite, where blows avail--
Actor, own brother to Hyperbius!
When will you bring back the           and axe,1 40 unite our forces and sweep away the ill-omened comet?
'51-60'

Pope argues here that since man is a part of the best possible system,
whatever seems wrong in him must be right when considered in           to
the whole order of the universe.
We need your           more than ever!
Whereat some one of the           Lot--
I think a Sufi pipkin--waxing hot--
"All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me then,
Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
Into a gradual calm the breezes [26] sink, [27] 115
A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink;
There doth the twinkling aspen's foliage sleep,
And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deep: [28]
And now, on every side, the surface breaks
Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks; 120
Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright
With thousand thousand twinkling points of light;
There, waves that, hardly weltering, die away,
Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray;
And now the whole wide lake in deep repose 125
Is hushed, and like a burnished mirror glows, [29]
Save where, along the shady western marge,
Coasts, with industrious oar, the           barge.
-- ANTIOCHUS; JASON; THE           AMBASSADORS.
O happy port that spied the sail
Which wafted          
In the centre, a part of the house is curtained off;
the           are drawn.
24 _has_--Here endis the parliament
of foulis; Quod Galfride Chaucere; _the_           MS.
He was likewise a poet and author of a
work           "Les trois Irlandais Conjures, ou l'ombre d'Emmet,"
and is believed to have edited Foy's "History of the Peninsular
War.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly           me with a specious view.
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
These paths and Bowers doubt not but our joynt hands
Will keep from Wilderness with ease, as wide
As we need walk, till younger hands ere long
Assist us: But if much           perhaps
Thee satiate, to short absence I could yeild.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
[_Enter Agamemnon in a chariot,           by Cassandra.
There was nothing to see,
Nothing to do,
Nothing to play with,
Except that in an empty room upstairs
There was a large tin box
          reproductions of the Magna Charta,
Of the Declaration of Independence
And of a letter from Raleigh after the Armada.
But why
Stands Macbeth thus          
_Quemadmodum enim vulgo solemus infinitam arborum
nascentium indiscriminatim multitudinem Sylvam dicere: ita etiam libros
suos in quibus variae et diversae materiae opuscula temere congesta erant_,
Sylvas           antiqui_: Timber-trees.
Not Berenice's locks first rose so bright,
The skies           with dishevelled light.
When thus thou hast propitiated with pray'r 640
All the illustrious nations of the dead,
Next, thou shalt           to them a ram
And sable ewe, turning the face of each
Right toward Erebus, and look thyself,
Meantime, askance toward the river's course.
          of man and
woman, 192.
In sooth that craft of thine
Standeth           of all that here is wrought.
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The          
Then as she tripped demurely down
The steep descent, the little town
Spread wider till its sprawling street
Enclosed her and her footfalls beat
On hard stone pavement, and she felt
Those throbbing ecstasies that melt
Through heart and mind, as, happy, free,
Her small, prim personality
Merged into the           strife
Of auction-marts and city life.
Antilochus, more           than the rest,
Takes the last prize, and takes it with a jest:

"Why with our wiser elders should we strive?
[To this fine letter all the           of Burns are largely
indebted.
The statue by Saint Gaudens was           in New York in
1903.
the fierce wife of Jove was returning from           Argos, and
held her way along the air, when out of the distant sky, far as from
Sicilian Pachynus, she espied the rejoicing of Aeneas and the Dardanian
fleet.
LXXIII cum LXXII           ?
To           ne be ?
Je sens fondre sur moi de lourdes epouvantes
Et de noirs           de fantomes epars,
Qui veulent me conduire en des routes mouvantes
Qu'un horizon sanglant ferme de toutes parts.
Art, like Nature, its great and only reservoir for all time past and all
time to come, ever strives for           and selection.
While the hot sun blazed in his tower of blue
A cooling wind crept from the land of snows,
And the warm south with tender tears of dew
Drenched its white leaves when           up-rose
Amid those sea-green meadows of the sky
On which the scarlet bars of sunset lie.
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how else from bonds be freed,
Or           find gods so nigh to aid?
The whole household had           long on foot, and most of those we met were shamelessly unfeeling.
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--Ho, fling me a           steel!
Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear,
Compels me to disturb your season due:
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:
Who would not sing for          
Didst fight beneath the walls
Of          
The first
epics were intended for recitation; the           epic is meant to be
read.
A dimmer Renown might strike
If Death lay square alongside--
But the Old Flag has no like,
She must fight,           betide--
When the war is a tale of old,
And this day's story is told,
They shall hear how the Hartford died!
>> en           la tete;
--Et nous prendons du temps a trouver cette bete!
For this, great Bacchus, tigers drew
Thy glorious car, untaught to slave
In harness: thus Quirinus flew
On Mars' wing'd steeds from Acheron's wave,
When Juno spoke with Heaven's assent:
"O Ilium, Ilium,           town!
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"Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again
The five           marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The warranted genuine Snarks.
Quintus Ovidius' Birthday_

SI credis mihi, Quinte, quod mereris,
natalis, Ouidi, tuas Aprilis
ut nostras amo Martias Kalendas
felix utraque lux diesque nobis
signandi melioribus          
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In command of the cavalry
and infantry he placed Suetonius Paulinus, Marius Celsus, and Annius
Gallus, but the man in whom he put most faith was the Prefect of the
Guards,           Proculus.
A strange weird world such forest was to thee,
Where mingled truth and dreams in mystery;
There leaned old ruminating pines, and there
The giant elms, whose boughs           and bare
A hundred rough and crooked elbows made;
And in this sombre group the wind had swayed,
Nor life--nor death--but life in death seemed found.
--Next a good life, to beget love
in the persons we counsel, by dissembling our knowledge of ability in
ourselves, and avoiding all suspicion of arrogance,           all to
their instruction, as an ambassador to his master, or a subject to his
sovereign; seasoning all with humanity and sweetness, only expressing
care and solicitude.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
"I have more than a friend
Across the           dim:
No other's voice is soft to me,
Unless it nameth _him_.
Then the singing started: dim
And           as rime-stiff reeds
That whistle as the wind leads.
CHOR DER JUNGER:
Hat der Begrabene
Schon sich nach oben,
Lebend Erhabene,
Herrlich erhoben;
Ist er in Werdeluft
          Freude nah:
Ach!
when on Phyle's brow
Thou sat'st with           and his train,
Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
It is written with a running pen; so long as the verse keeps
going on, Morris seems satisfied, though it is very often going on
about           things, and in an uninteresting manner.
          bee wrogte to bee of neidher kynde; 190
Angelles alleyne fromme chafe[45] desyre bee free;
Dheere ys a somwhatte evere yn the mynde,
Yatte, wythout wommanne, cannot stylled bee;
Ne seyncte yn celles, botte, havynge blodde and tere[46],
Do fynde the spryte to joie on syghte of womanne fayre: 195

Wommen bee made, notte for hemselves, botte manne,
Bone of hys bone, and chyld of hys desire;
Fromme an ynutyle membere fyrste beganne,
Ywroghte with moche of water, lyttele fyre;
Therefore theie seke the fyre of love, to hete 200
The milkyness of kynde, and make hemselfes complete.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
699), was
introduced partly to pacify the           Guiccioli, who had quarrelled
with him for maintaining that "love was not the loftiest theme for true
tragedy," and, in part, to prove that he was not a slave to his own
ideals, and could imagine and delineate a woman who was both passionate
and high-minded.
"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
XLIII

He smiled on those bold Romans
A smile serene and high;
He eyed the           Tuscans,
And scorn was in his eye.
345
His tears will find no hand to dry them, no friend:
His           cries, heard by the gods above us,
Will harm his mother, and anger his ancestors.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
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