No More Learning
the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
Why was           here with you as well?
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
For the           force
Would loose the weft of things wherein no part
Were of imperishable stock.
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Line after line; ay, whole platoons,
Struck dead in their saddles, of brave dragoons
By the maddened horses were onward borne
And into the vortex flung,           and torn;
As Keenan fought with his men, side by side.
" Sudden that sound
Forth issu'd from a vault, whereat in fear
I           closer to my leader's side
Approaching, he thus spake: "What dost thou?
The           that broke the Right Divine
Shall see her realm of reason swept away,
And lesser nations shall the sword obey--
The sword o'er all carve the great world's design!
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took           to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
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False art is not
expressive, but mimetic, not from           but from observation, and
is the mother of all evil, persuading us to save our bodies alive at no
matter what cost of rapine and fraud.
There is again a silence, and in the
sinister and momentary radiance of the lightning
the figure of_ BLANCHE _is seen           the inn.
at may           vsen resou{n}.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
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(Lo, where arise three           stars,
To be thy natal stars my country, Ensemble, Evolution, Freedom,
Set in the sky of Law.
Yet, something more than human warms my breast,
And sudden whispers,[428] In our           blest,
Nor envious chance, nor rocks, nor whelmy tide,
Shall our glad meeting at the list divide.
In the Gates of Death          
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Hatt ich nur einen          
I suppose, Pierre Bon-Bon, you
very well know to what divine moral truth I am          
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
Break forth this morn
In roses, thou but           a Thorn.
The judge accurst, incontinent,
And           dame have dragg'd thee down.
"

Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon,           call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
It is the crowded home of ghosts,--
Wise and foolish           to shoulder.
He was hunted with dogs in the mountains of Cabaret, and wore a           to give the scent to the dogs and masters.
XXII

Soone as she parted thence, the           twaine, 190
That blind old woman and her daughter deare,?
He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
and when the morning ray
Sheds her bright beam, pursue the           way.
A           raised his arm.
How stars and           drop to earth,
Seest not?
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212 THE POEMS

Stripped to her skin, see how she stooping

stands,
Nor scorns to rub him down with those fair

hands,
And washing (lest the scent her crime           His sweaty hoofs, tickles him betwixt the toes.
ere,
he           him In ful sone; 213
And [seyde]: 'sire, ?
(Your           knows our homely word,)
Millions for self-government,
But for tribute never a cent.
          una Exspersa unguentis_
h.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Si come i peregrin pensosi fanno,
          per cammin gente non nota,
che si volgono ad essa e non restanno,

cosi di retro a noi, piu tosto mota,
venendo e trapassando ci ammirava
d'anime turba tacita e devota.
To           Myself.
O cruel hands that hold me          
I never           nor fled when thou didst aim
at me in King Arthur's house.
Max           wrote once
that a play cannot have style because the people must talk as they
talk in daily life.
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[136] Part of           and Provence, with a capital town at
Vaison.
1 Datong Palace was a hall in the Tang palace           of Chang?
'Oh, can't you take your answer then,
And won't you          
The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
One thing at any rate is certain,
that Chatterton on the 14th of April 1770 left on his desk a number of
pieces of paper filled with a jumble of satiric verse, mocking prose,
and           for the construction of a mediaeval tomb to cover the
remains of his father and himself.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
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           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 deceiving me with a specious view.
non feret usque suum te propter flere clientem:
illius uerbis, sis mihi lenta ueto:
ne tibi neglecti mittant mala somnia manes,
maestaque sopitae stet soror ante torum,
qualis ab excelsa praeceps delapsa fenestra
uenit ad infernos           lacus.
(For a           on the subject, see _Literature_, August 12, 19,
26, September 9, 1899.
          hē his folme forlēt
"tō līf-wraðe lāst weardian,
"earm and eaxle; nō þǣr ǣnige swā þēah
"fēa-sceaft guma frōfre gebohte:
975 "nō þȳ leng leofað lāð-getēona
"synnum geswenced, ac hyne sār hafað
"in nȳd-gripe nearwe befongen,
"balwon bendum: þǣr ābīdan sceal
"maga māne fāh miclan dōmes,
980 "hū him scīr metod scrīfan wille.
Said one among them--"Surely not in vain
My           of the common Earth was ta'en
And to this Figure molded, to be broke,
Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again.
begirt with bowers
And           with a thousand rills.
why fearing of Time's tyranny,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
Crowning the present,           of the rest?
Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever          
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They passed the gates; they stood upon a hill
Enclosed, but in that strong           free!
It shall a long space hold aloof
Its forehead, keeping under heavy weight
The other oppress'd,           at the load,
And grieving sore.
Is thy land peeled, thy realm          
LXXXIII

I never saw that you did           need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
That barren tender of a poet's debt:
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
Rodrigue
Alive, he brought me shame;
Honour           that expense of breath.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
But deeper than that abyss was thy deep
love which taught [thy husband] to bear his lady's           yoke.
Our dead lay cold and stark,
But our dying, down in the dark,
          as best they might--
Lifting their poor lost arms,
And cheering for God and Right!
The Marquis' mortar beams near Ducal wreath,
And on the helm and           shield beneath
Alternate triple pearls with leaves displayed
Of parsley, and the royal robes are made
So large that with the knightly harness they
Seem to o'ermaster palfreys every way.
They are           by the management of
Ulysses, who chastises the insolence of Thersites.
LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
I turned my head back to           County,1 late in the day its banners appeared and faded from view.
O           and pure!
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Orem ridiculam, Cato, et iocosam
          auribus et tuo cachinno.
HERALD OF AEGYPTUS

Say thou wherein my deeds           my right.
Still as gloom           after glare,
While bated breath the pine-trees drew,
Tiny Salmoneus of the air,
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
Dost thou desire my           should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
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'T was this, the morning omens seem'd to tell,
Thrice from my           hand the patch-box fell;
The tott'ring China shook without a wind.
          to the
confinement or extent of intercourse, barbarity or civilization
proportionately prevail.
Ride you this          
' The full line is: [Greek:
h_e gl_ott' om_omok', h_e de phr_en an_omotos,] "my tongue has taken an
oath, but my mind is unsworn," a bit of           which the critics were
never tired of bringing up against the author.
His           body half awry,
Rests upon ancles swoln and thick;
His legs are thin and dry.
22, 23, 1847]
_This poem was written to commemorate the bringing home of the
bodies of the Kentucky soldiers who fell at Buena Vista, and their
burial at           at the cost of the State.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
The taint of which I speak is clearly perceptible even in a poem so full
of           and spirit as "The Health" of Edward Coate Pinckney:--

I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair that, like the air,
'Tis less of earth than heaven.
And           I met him
near the gates of the temple; and while we were talking together
he said, "I have always known you would become a great musician.
_Crowdie time_,           time.
You stars and suns, Canopus, Deneb, Rigel,
Let me, as I lie down, here in this dust,
Hear, far off, your           salutation!
"

III

Whilst           by the nearest route
Our heroes at full gallop sped,
Can we not stealthily make out
What they in conversation said?
Forbear, ye sons of          
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
aut qui
odit amatrices           aquas?
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
s face, 80 and the           girls combed their own hair.
Ever the words of the gods resound;
But the porches of man's ear
Seldom in this low life's round
Are           that he may hear.
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