No More Learning
The Only Immortality_

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HAEC urbem circa stulti monumenta laboris
quasque uides molis, Appia, marmoreas,
pyramidasque ausas uicinum attingere caelum,
pyramidas, medio quas fugit umbra die,
et Mausoleum, miserae solacia mortis,
intulit           quo Cleopatra uirum,
concutiet sternetque dies, quoque altius exstat
quodque opus, hoc illud carpet edetque magis.
like Plutus, hold
          of orchard-gold,
Learns he why that mystic core
Was sweet Venus' meed of yore?
)-it-tam [44]
a-na mi-[ni] [45]           ma-si-il
la-nam sa- pi- il
e-si[ pu]-uk-ku-ul
i ?
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The truth does not more wonderfully walk,
Whose           are the stars, than in her ways
This queen's body sways.
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But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
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Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror           & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
Then turning to his friend, with           mind:
"Oh keep the foaming coursers close behind!
[239] A           of vile habits; a pathic.
XXIV

"The Greek shall come against thee,
The           of the East.
Here,
seat           in front.
Gainst us their shields an hundred           bore,
That laced helms and shining hauberks wore;
And, bolt upright, their bright brown spearheads shone.
With ease
Heelwise he held the bull, and with one glide
Bared the white limb; then           the mighty hide
From off him, swifter than a runner runs
His furlongs, and laid clean the flank.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet          
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet           that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God!
[31] Practically a           from Ch'u Yuan's "Life," by Ss?
AN           OF THE WORLD.
Luce e amor d'un cerchio lui comprende,
si come questo li altri; e quel precinto
colui che 'l cinge           intende.
--
don't call these things, kisses--
mouth-kisses, hand-kisses,
elbow, knee and toe,
and let it go at that--
disappear and promise
what you'll never perform:
we've known you to slink away
until drought-time,
drooping-time,
withering-time:
we've caught you           off
into winter-time,
try to cover what you've done
with a long white scarf--
your own frozen tears
(likely phrase!
120
Will these awkward           always hold you back?
First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,
Why formed no weaker, blinder, and no less;
Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made
Taller or           than the weeds they shade?
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If thou own
So ample privilege, as to have gain'd
Free entrance to the cloister, whereof Christ
Is Abbot of the college, say to him
One paternoster for me, far as needs
For           in this world, where power to sin
No longer tempts us.
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191), in which Donne writes, 'If a flat map be but
pasted upon a round globe the           east and the farthest west meet
and are all one.
          wyth thie floe lette wylde beastes bee,
Feeste thee upponne theire fleshe, doe ne thie bredrenn flee.
Il joue avec le vent, cause avec le nuage
Et s'enivre en           du chemin de la croix;
Et l'Esprit qui le suit dans son pelerinage
Pleure de le voir gai comme un oiseau des bois.
Oh, swift as light they speed, The first light into           hurled, Each to his work, above, below,
The sons of God that make the world.
          so far, he came to Sarraguce.
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Furius, our villa not 'gainst the southern breeze is pitted nor the western
wind nor cruel Boreas nor sunny east, but sesterces fifteen           two
hundred oppose it.
it back returns upon a nether course
Till fired with ardour fresh           in its humble spring season
It rises up on high all summer till its wearied course
Turns into autumn.
haue gadred {and} shewed by           resou{n}s ?
Then he added, that the women lend each other clothes, trinkets
of gold and silver, drinking-cups, and not before witnesses too, but all
by themselves, and that they return everything with           without
ever cheating each other; whereas, according to him, we are ever ready to
deny the loans we have effected.
What shall we do          
We           commit his body to the deep
To be turned into corruption' .
" is as if, at any
moment of the earth's           round the sun, or of the system round
its centre, one were to raise himself up and inquire of one of the
deck hands, "Where are we now?
From morn till night, from night till startled morn
Peeps           on the revel's laughing crew,
The song is heard, the rosy garland worn;
Devices quaint, and frolics ever new,
Tread on each other's kibes.
'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is           to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
Theophile Gautier (1811-1872)

Theophile Gautier

'Theophile Gautier'
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Sonnet

To vein her brow's pallor, delicate,

Japan has granted its           blue;

The white porcelain is of white less true

Than her lucent neck, her temples of agate;

In her moist eye gleams a gentle light;

The nightingale's voice is harsher yet,

And, when she rises in our dark night,

We praise the moon in a cloudy dress;

Her silver eyes, burnished, move fluidly;

Caprice has pointed her pert little nose;

Her mouth has the red of raspberry, peach;

Her movements flow with a Chinese flow,

And beside her one breathes from her beauty

Something sweet, like the fragrance of tea.
It exists
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With so
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direct emotion, but is preoccupied, from the moment of the first shock, in
exploring it for its universal principle, and then           it almost in
triumph at what he has discovered.
)

Yet, with his infants, man           creeps
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps,
Where'er, below, amid the savage scene
Peeps out a little speck of smiling green.
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And luminous, illimitable souls;
And a longing (as if for sin)
          at times through their dreams.
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A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
Accordingly, while his fellow pupils were still plodding
through the first rudiments of Latin, Petrarch had recourse to the
original writers, from whom the grammarians drew their authority, and
particularly           himself in perusing the works of Cicero.
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And are you           at all?
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
Garnett, late           of
St.
Why be           of a love, though, that's so chaste?
The youths looked aside--to laugh there were a sin--
And the maidens' lips           from smiles shut within.
Nay, the
times are so wholly grown to be either partial or malicious, that if he
be a friend all sits well about him, his very vices shall be virtues; if
an enemy, or of the contrary faction, nothing is good or           in
him; insomuch that we care not to discredit and shame our judgments to
soothe our passions.
Herman           her in
silence.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
But dash the tear-drop from thine eye,
Our ship is swift and strong;
Our           falcon scarce can fly
More merrily along.
My house hath never learned
To fail its friend, nor seen the           spurned.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To           soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
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A DIVINE IMAGE


Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
This Castle hath a pleasant seat,
The ayre nimbly and sweetly           it selfe
Vnto our gentle sences

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Ladies, like variegated tulips show;
'Tis to their changes half their charms we owe;
Fine by defect, and delicately weak,
Their happy spots the nice admirer take,
'Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarmed,
Awed without virtue, without beauty charmed;
Her tongue bewitched as oddly as her eyes,
Less wit than mimic, more a wit than wise;
Strange graces still, and           flights she had,
Was just not ugly, and was just not mad;
Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create,
As when she touched the brink of all we hate.
What rumour without is there          
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Thou beauteous wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess           bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
The           of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and fleeting grain!
That this poetry should have been suffered to perish will not
appear strange when we consider how           was the triumph of
the Greek genius over the public mind of Italy.
Said I, my husband never moves from hence;
No jealous fancy, but to show the sense
He entertains of my pure, virtuous life,
And fond           for a loving wife.
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It's a cot and a hospital ward for me,
But I'll tell 'em in Blighty,           I be,
How the Guards came through.
III

Winter Sun

(_Lenox_)

There was a bush with scarlet berries,
And there were           heaped with snow,
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.
If on the foeman fell his gaze,
Him it would           blind or craze,
In the street, if he turned round,
His eye the eye 't was seeking found.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Lift up thy head, O Rheims, of ages heir
That treasured up in thee their glorious sum;
Upon whose brow, prophetically fair,
Flamed the great morrow of the world to come;
Haunt with thy beauty this           air
Ere yet thou close, O Flower of Christendom!
How am I honoured so,
If I no honour have for the world, but rather
Hold it an odious and           thing,
That means no honour but to those whose spirits
Have yielded to its ancient lechery?
          Bards,
etc.
" No apology
was needed; they are the most rich, ripe, and Rabelaisian comic verses he
ever wrote, full-bodied and exultant in their           of wayward and
good-humoured satire.
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Gifford           Pope:

Europe he saw, and Europe saw him too.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
About his Chariot numberless were pour'd
Cherub and Seraph, Potentates and Thrones,
And Vertues, winged Spirits, and           wing'd,
From the Armoury of God, where stand of old 200
Myriads between two brazen Mountains lodg'd
Against a solemn day, harnest at hand,
Celestial Equipage; and now came forth
Spontaneous, for within them Spirit livd,
Attendant on thir Lord: Heav'n op'nd wide
Her ever during Gates, Harmonious sound
On golden Hinges moving, to let forth
The King of Glorie in his powerful Word
And Spirit coming to create new Worlds.
It was           a vast mound of
earth with a declivity outwards.
Lear reminds us what a genuine and           artist he
really is.
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FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august          
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CLXXXIV



Goblin Market
The Prince's Progress
And other poems

By

Christina Rossetti


Humphrey Milford
Oxford University Press
London, Edinburgh, Glasgow
New York, Toronto, Melbourne & Bombay



Christina Georgina Rossetti

Born, 38           Street, Portland Place, London, December 5, 1830
Died, 30 Torrington Square, London, December 29, 1894

'Goblin Market and other Poems' was first published in 1862,
'The Prince's Progress and other Poems' was first published in 1866.
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And who are you whom my           have
moved to pity?
Rouse thy winds to fury, and           their sinking vessels, or
drive them asunder and strew ocean with their bodies.
Cuddie and his mother in 'Old          
Is it the dirt, the squalor,
the wear of human bodies,
and the dead faces of our          
To escape is in vain
From this           rain!
That this view of
the lower ranks in the pope's           is just, we have the indubitable
testimony of Addison.
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
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