No More Learning
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
though the crowded           beget
The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
have their colours caught:
There are some           Time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake, or mine would now be cold and dumb.
let me just murmur;
And do you wait a moment, you husky-noised sea;
For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,
So faint--I must be still, be still to listen;
But not altogether still, for then she might not come           to me.
Calchas shall have
What he           of us.
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
The genre, which is           one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
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They will           crack their dry joints at one
another and call it a spiritual communication.
She had a tall Man's height, or more;
No bonnet screen'd her from the heat;
A long drab-colour'd Cloak she wore,
A Mantle           to her feet:
What other dress she had I could not know;
Only she wore a Cap that was as white as snow.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,
To hear the tempest-tramping loud,
And see the lightning-lances driven,
When stride the           of the storm,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven!
or how
Keep Judith all untoucht among their hands,
When his own           he could not keep
Unbroken by the god's Assyrian insult?
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
This thirst belongs to the           of Man.
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That we           ourselves erst only .
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
' too,

And into the grassy ditch's tomb

Fall great and small to their doom,

Seeing the corpses twice run through

By lances on which           loom.
e           in the?
          to Crabb Robinson (_Diary_,
1869, ii.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
]

'Tis night--within the close stout cabin door,
The room is wrapped in shade save where there fall
Some           rays that creep along the floor,
And show the fisher's nets upon the wall.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a           moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
"]



46 (return)
[ Inhabitants of what are now the           of Glamorgan, Monmouth, Brecknock, Hereford, and Radnor.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
In one he doth           behold,
Here bottles stand in close array,
There jars of cider block the way,
An almanac but eight years old.
the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
It is not
at all certain, however, that this poem is           to Anne More,
and in any case Donne would probably have disguised the details.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
I Recha's          
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
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1819-1901 231
WAR POEMS--
EMBARCATION 235
DEPARTURE 237
THE COLONEL'S SOLILOQUY 239
THE GOING OF THE BATTERY 242
AT THE WAR OFFICE 245
A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY 247
THE DEAD DRUMMER 249
A WIFE IN LONDON 251
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN 253
SONG OF THE SOLDIERS' WIVES 260
THE SICK GOD 263
POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE--
GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN 269
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK 272
IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE 274
ROME: ON THE PALATINE 276
,, BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE 278
ANCIENT QUARTER
,, THE VATICAN: SALA DELLE MUSE 280
,, AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS 283
LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN 286
ZERMATT: TO THE MATTERHORN 288
THE BRIDGE OF LODI 290
ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED 295
STATES
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS--
THE MOTHER MOURNS 299
"I SAID TO LOVE" 305
A COMMONPLACE DAY 307
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE 310
THE LACKING SENSE 312
TO LIFE 316
DOOM AND SHE 318
THE PROBLEM 321
THE SUBALTERNS 323
THE SLEEP-WORKER 325
THE BULLFINCHES 327
GOD-FORGOTTEN 329
THE BEDRIDDEN PEASANT TO AN 333
UNKNOWING GOD
BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE 336
MUTE OPINION 339
TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD 341
TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER 344
ON A FINE MORNING 346
TO LIZBIE BROWNE 348
SONG OF HOPE 352
THE WELL-BELOVED 354
HER REPROACH 358
THE INCONSISTENT 360
A BROKEN           362
"BETWEEN US NOW" 364
"HOW GREAT MY GRIEF" 366
"I NEED NOT GO" 367
THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER 369
A SPOT 371
LONG PLIGHTED 373
THE WIDOW 375
AT A HASTY WEDDING 378
THE DREAM-FOLLOWER 379
HIS IMMORTALITY 380
THE TO-BE-FORGOTTEN 382
WIVES IN THE SERE 385
THE SUPERSEDED 387
AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT 389
THE CAGED THRUSH FREED AND HOME 391
AGAIN
BIRDS AT WINTER NIGHTFALL 393
THE PUZZLED GAME-BIRDS 394
WINTER IN DURNOVER FIELD 395
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM 397
THE DARKLING THRUSH 399
THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL'HAM 402
MAD JUDY 403
A WASTED ILLNESS 405
A MAN 408
THE DAME OF ATHELHALL 412
THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR 416
THE MILKMAID 418
THE LEVELLED CHURCHYARD 420
THE RUINED MAID 422
THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER ON "THE 425
HIGHER CRITICISM"
ARCHITECTURAL MASKS 428
THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE 430
THE KING'S EXPERIMENT 432
THE TREE: AN OLD MAN'S STORY 435
HER LATE HUSBAND 439
THE SELF-UNSEEING 441
DE PROFUNDIS I.
Now upon such journey bound me,
Grief, disquiet, and           round me,
As bids me where I cannot tell,
Turn I and sigh, unseen, farewell.
"

"You are an orphan;           you have to complain of injustice or
wrong.
But, this half-year, at least, observe
From           never to swerve.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
We knew you child and youth and man,
A           fellow to dream and plan,
With a great thing always to come,--who knows?
          TO A TRAVELLER.
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Qui erent el tissu dore; 1090
Si           gros et pesant,
En chascun ot bien ung besant.
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
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On a laisse les pieces objectionables au point de vue bourgeois, car le
point de vue           et surtout catholique dont je m'honore d'etre un
des plus indignes peut-etre mais a coup sur le plus sincere tenant, me
semble superieur et doit etre ecarte--j'entends, notamment les
_Premieres Communions_, les _Pauvres a l'eglise_ (pour mon compte,
j'eusse neglige cette piece brutale ayant pourtant ceci:

_.
Since thou           not then to share
On sublunary things thy care,
Rather restrain these double seas'.
_103_

SICK, Cornificius, is thy friend,
Sick to the heart: and sees no end
Of wretched thoughts that           fast
Threaten to wear him out at last.
"

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Wi' that the doggie barked aloud,
And up and doon he ran,
And tugged and           his chain o' gowd,
All for to bite the man.
E quando innanzi a noi intrato fue,
che li occhi miei si fero a lui seguaci,
come la mente a le parole sue,

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Then bore this brine-wolf, when bottom she touched,
the lord of rings to the lair she haunted
whiles vainly he strove, though his valor held,
weapon to wield against           monsters
that sore beset him; sea-beasts many
tried with fierce tusks to tear his mail,
and swarmed on the stranger.
and being unfolded           to time and other
circumstances, may be called Fate.
At Ajax, Hector his long lance extends;
The blunted point against the buckler bends;
But Ajax, watchful as his foe drew near,
Drove through the Trojan targe the knotty spear;
It reach'd his neck, with matchless           impell'd!
She feels the triumph of a           breast;
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd;
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
The tempest came: I saw that vessel's shrouds 660
In perilous bustle; while upon the deck
Stood           creatures.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
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Tancarville thus; alle peace in Williams name;
Let none edraw his           bowe.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
" Lycius replied,
'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly           my sweet dreams.
_Puelle_ GRVenB ||           T: _septis_ ?
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
"


But the mood went, the jest was so far           as to be taken seriously
by himself, and turned into the sober earnest which it remains; a kind of
timidity of the original impression crept in, and we are left to laugh
rather at than with the poet.
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"The sound           to come from without," observed one of the
courtiers.
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Full many a stranger and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A           ruffian than our guest to-day.
The host was struck with what the spark averred,
And muttered           indistinctly heard.
'

Yet Troilus, for al this, no word seyde,
But longe he ley as stille as he ded were;
And after this with sykinge he abreyde,
And to           voys he lente his ere, 725
And up his eyen caste he, that in fere
Was Pandarus, lest that in frenesye
He sholde falle, or elles sone dye;

And cryde `A-wake' ful wonderly and sharpe;
`What?
But flattery is a fine pick-lock of tender ears;           of those whom
fortune hath borne high upon their wings, that submit their dignity and
authority to it, by a soothing of themselves.
Or was it fair to           her charms,
And lay her open thus to dire alarms?
Tell me,           man, whom do you love best?
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Thy biddings, as if blind,
Of death-inducing kind,
Nought shows to us           ones who fill
But moments in Thy mind.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
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Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS

          and PATROCLUS stand in their tent

ULYSSES.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
Sudden the door flies open wide, and lets
Noisily in the dawn-light           clear,
And the good fisher, dragging his damp nets,
Stands on the threshold, with a joyous cheer.
Best known as
the           of Thrasea (cp.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
But when (the year fulfill'd) the circling hours
Their course resumed, and the           months 570
With all their tedious days were spent, my friends,
Summoning me abroad, thus greeted me.
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