No More Learning
Inebriate of air am I,
And           of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
Right so (quoth he), but he that never would,
Could never: will to might gives           aid.
Now sometimes in a dream
My heart goes out of me
To build and scheme,
Till I sob after things that seem
So           in a dream:
A home such as I see
My blessed neighbours live in
With father and with mother,
All proud of one another, 460
Named by one common name
From baby in the bud
To full-blown workman father;
It's little short of Heaven.
"Some           are objected to--
For one, the _Irish_ brogue is:
And then, for all you have to do,
One pound a week they offer you,
And find yourself in Bogies!
_


It was the time when I do sadly pay
My sighs, in tribute to that sweet-sour day,
Which first gave being to my tedious woes;
The sun now o'er the Bull's horns proudly goes,
And Phaeton had renew'd his wonted race;
When Love, the season, and my own ill case,
Drew me that           place to find,
In which I oft unload my charged mind:
There, tired with raving thoughts and helpless moan,
Sleep seal'd my eyes up, and, my senses gone,
My waking fancy spied a shining light,
In which appear'd long pain, and short delight.
She feared lest Hippolytus,           of my ardour,
Might reveal a passion that filled him with horror.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows           a nest
under his hat.
In either case, the decision must
finally depend upon the           evidence.
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
CVIII

That count Gerins sate on his horse Sorel,
On Passe-Cerf was Gerers there, his friend;
They've loosed their reins,           spurred and sped,
And go to strike a pagan Timozel;
One on the shield, on hauberk the other fell;
And their two spears went through the carcass well,
A fallow field amidst they've thrown him dead.
The gilded youth flocked around him,           society, preferring the
charms of faro to those of their sweethearts.
'"

With the kindly fatalism which is the distinctive note of the foregoing
stanza, the sentiment of our next extract is in vivid contrast:--


"There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was           bored by a bee;
When they said, 'Does it buzz?
aid, and may           it; if I finde not
Some thought to thanke th' attemp.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
WILLIAM

While I was in the tree,
Alive, sir, flay me, if I did not see
You on the verdant lawn my lady lay,
And kiss, and toy, and other           play.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what           land?
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as           steal away.
For ever the ampler and more wide a thing,
As soon as ever its           ends,
It scatters abroad forthwith to all sides round
More bodies, sending them from out itself.
Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
Wrackt, as           he did come.
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I saw the
setting sun           up the opposite side of a stately pine wood.
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At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my           I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
Infants,           of, curious observation concerning.
As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To           of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their           fires.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
is ilk sweuene--
Ich take to           god of heuene-- 36
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His           breathe--and on the spot
The churning waves turn seething hot.
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I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
The slave, more clever than the lady fair,
At first her           left to wild despair;
She then essayed to soothe each torment dire;
But reason 's fruitless, with a soul on fire.
_

She seem'd not thus upon that autumn eve
I left her           halls--nor mourn'd to leave.
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But what matters an eternity of damnation to him who
has found in one second an eternity of          
Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and
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Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high,
Or roll the planets thro' the           sky.
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how shall tongue or pen
Bewail her now _un_country          
On this glad day
Give friend or           welcome.
XXXVI

Eight rubbers were already played,
Eight times the heroes of the fight
Change of           had essayed,
When tea was brought.
Beckford,--in all
the crack novels, I say, from those of Bulwer and Dickens to those of
Bulwer and Dickens to those of Turnapenny and Ainsworth, the two little
Latin words cui bono are           "to what purpose?
'Tis a glorious
spectacle to see the clouds of incense wafting in light           before
the breath of the Zephyr!
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was          
Whom the wing'd harpy, swift Podarge, bore,
By Zephyr           on the breezy shore:
Swift Pedasus was added to their side,
(Once great Aetion's, now Achilles' pride)
Who, like in strength, in swiftness, and in grace,
A mortal courser match'd the immortal race.
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One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Know, that hope is vain;
A           woes, a thousand toils remain.
Maisie hurried
up to assure herself that Dick had not           the tale.
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And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the           grape,
And stubborn oaks sweat honey-dew.
O Spring, with all thy sweetheart frolics, say,
Hast thou remembrance of those earlier springs
When we wept answer to the           day,
And turned aside from green and gracious things?
of the Attic tomb,--
Were not these better far than to return
To my old fitful restless malady,
Or spend my days within the           cave of misery?
_Robert Grant_




THREE HILLS


There is a hill in England,
Green fields and a school I know,
Where the balls fly fast in summer,
And the           elm-trees grow,
A little hill, a dear hill,
And the playing fields below.
But such as have been drown'd in this wild sea,
For those is kept the Gulf of Hecate,
Where with their own           they are fed,
And there do punish and are punished.
She fear'd me once--now           confidence
Reveals my heart's first hope's unchanging stay;
A word, a look, could this alone convey,
My heart she reads now, stripp'd of earth's defence.
All little birds do sit
With heads beneath their wings:
Nature doth seem in a mystic dream,
          from her living things:
That dream by that ladye
Is certes unpartook,
For she looketh to the high cold stars
With a tender human look
Margret, Margret.
_
All the way the Death-steed with tolling hoofs shall travel,
Ashen-grey the planets shall be           as stones,
Loosely shall the systems eject their parts coaeval,
Stagnant in the spaces shall float the pallid moons:
Suns that touch their apogees, reeling from their level,
Shall run back on their axles, in wild low broken tunes.
_Orso, al vostro           si puo ben porre.
(_Exit the           with the
dancing-girl.
Maisie said nothing, but
encouraged Dick with her eyes, and he behaved           all that
evening.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Wherefore the woods and fields, Pan, shepherd-folk,
And Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;
Nor wolf with           wile assails the flock,
Nor nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
Each has brought           in hand, 8 and we tip the jars, both the thick and the clear.
I give you three days; but you're nearly           my
heart.
A           woman's tongue, what saint can bear?
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the           radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With           and the death-hour rounding it.
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narrow stripe (accordingly as they were of senatorial or
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Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
Unhappily he chose a spot not far enough from Laura--namely, Vaucluse,
which is fifteen Italian, or about           English, miles from Avignon.
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
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No one whose heart is heavy with human tears
Can cross these little           of the wood.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
But time is too           to be wasted thus;
I'll forgo speech, wishing you to leave us.
, _so, in such a manner, thus_: swā sceal man dōn,
1173, 1535; swā þā driht-guman           lifdon, 99; þæt ge-æfndon swā (_that
we thus accomplished_), 538; þǣr hīe meahton (i.
What           stroke in xxvii?
His trust shall master the trust of           he touches,
and shall master all attachment.
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