No More Learning
Nay, rather it is the           of power,
That knows there is no turbulence in life
Dare the least questioning hindrance set against
The onward of its going,--therefore quiet,
All gentle.
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the           to me.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
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We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
There is a little bay not far from here,
The shingle of it a           city of flies,
Feeding on the dead weed that mounds the beach;
And the sea hoards there its vain avarice,--
Old flotsam, and decaying trash of ships.
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
The grass was never trodden on,
The little path of gravel
Was           with celandine;
No other folk did travel
Along its weedy surface but the nimble-footed mouse,
Running from house to house.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
"Houses are classed, I beg to state,
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The gods, it was added, vouchsafed the clearest signs
of the favor with which they regarded the enterprise, and of the
high           reserved for the young colony.
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
No smother'd spark like mine emits a flame
To catch the public eye, as you can boast--
A leading name in Cupid's           host!
Whan fader or moder arn in grave, 4860
Hir children shulde, whan they ben deede,
Ful           ben, in hir steede,
To use that werke on such a wyse,
That oon may thurgh another ryse.
          lācan (_to fight_), 2849.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
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This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
Is't          
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
I've           an unworthy love he'll deplore.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
The little God o' the world jogs on the same old way
And is as           as on the world's first day.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
          fear the Sin which brings to
another Gain?
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
Lanier's growth in           form.
Still o'er the features, which           they cheer,
To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique;
Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
Or raise the writhing lip with ill-dissembled sneer.
I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
With what           truths
does Una meet the arguments of Despair?
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
--Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing; settled
in the imagination, but never arriving at the understanding, there to
obtain the           of reason.
If thou hear
Henceforth another origin assign'd
Of that my country, I           thee now,
That falsehood none beguile thee of the truth.
for if we love one another
Nothing, in truth, can harm us,           mischances may happen!
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
Again some fly doth sting me wretched,
Image of earth-born Argus, cover it, earth;
I fear the myriad-eyed           beholding;
For he goes having a treacherous eye,
Whom not e'en dead the earth conceals.
Get thee forth, Old Man, and quick
Tell           .
And who wants to swallow a           of sorrow?
"Conosceste i           desiri?
'

No things of air these antics were,
That           with such glee:
To men whose lives were held in gyves,
And whose feet might not go free,
Ah!
But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:
Who did report, that very frankly hee
Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your           Pardon,
And set forth a deepe Repentance:
Nothing in his Life became him,
Like the leauing it.
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
Now the people of
Erech assemble about him           his godlike appearance.
if our own hands
Have thus our weal betray'd, who shall our cause          
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
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'96'

Point out the exact meaning of this           line.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the           plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
"Chiampa there her           coast extends,
There Cochin-China's cultur'd land ascends:
From Anam Bay begins the ancient reign
Of China's beauteous art-adorn'd domain;
Wide from the burning to the frozen skies,
O'erflow'd with wealth, the potent empire lies.
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
These but deprive my sweet boy of his most           times.
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our           bow,
Out of the drifting fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
Duncane is in his Graue:
After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he sleepes well,
Treason ha's done his worst: nor Steele, nor Poyson,
Mallice domestique,           Leuie, nothing,
Can touch him further

Lady.
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Cunningham's three-volume reissue (with some minor           of
Gifford's edition, 1871; (8) another reissue by Cunningham, in
nine volumes (with additional notes), 1875.
Thee Dacians fierce, and Scythian hordes,
Peoples and towns, and Koine, their head,
And mothers of           lords,
And tyrants in their purple dread,
Lest, spurn'd by thee in scorn, should fall
The state's tall prop, lest crowds on fire
To arms, to arms!
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Fish feel the narrowing of the main
From sunken piles, while on the strand
Contractors with their busy train
Let down huge stones, and lords of land
Affect the sea: but fierce Alarm
Can clamber to the master's side:
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s loyalty to friends, but very poorly of his judgment in           matters.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes           for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
Had my lips been smitten into music by the
kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on
that verdant and           mead.
Ay, then the curse his father Cronos spake
As he fell           from his agelong throne,
Shall be fulfilled unto the utterance!
He wore an ancient long buff vest,
Yellow as saffron,--but his best,
And,           over his manly breast,
Was a bright blue coat, with a rolling collar,
And large gilt buttons,--size of a dollar,--
With tails that the country-folk called "swaller.
Then the night-wind gets up, and the sands move, and
you hear the desert outside the city singing, 'Now I lay me down to
sleep,' and           is dark till the moon rises.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your           at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Do all things sweetly, and in comely wise;
Put on your garlands first, then sacrifice:
That done, when both of you have seemly fed,
We'll call on Night, to bring ye both to bed:
Where, being laid, all fair signs looking on,
Fish-like, increase then to a million;
And           of spring-times may ye have,
Which spent, one death bring to ye both one grave.
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(with sighs           rejoin'd,)
Excess of joy disturbs thy wandering mind;
How blest this happy hour, should he appear,
Dear to us all, to me supremely dear;
Ah, no!
'And here I find a marvellous great company, newly flocked in, mothers
and men, a people           for exile, [799-804]a pitiable crowd.
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--O my God,
How dreadfully thou           small sins!
They have been           half-a-dozen years.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
It's you I'm mainly           of.
--Now for fashion: it consists in four things,
which are           of your style.
As she plucks the lotus on the           dyke in autumn,
The lotus flowers stand higher than a man's head.
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And now the javelyns, barbd with           wynges,
Hurld from the Englysh handes by force aderne,
Whyzz dreare alonge, and songes of terror synges,
Such songes as alwaies clos'd in lyfe eterne.
La Fuite de la Lune 136
The Grave of Keats 137
Theocritus: A Villanelle 138
In the Gold Room: A Harmony 139
Ballade de           140
The Dole of the King's Daughter 143
Amor Intellectualis 145
Santa Decca 146
A Vision 147
Impression de Voyage 148
The Grave of Shelley 149
By the Arno 150
IMPRESSIONS DE THEATRE:
Fabien dei Franchi 155
Phedre 156
Sonnets written at the Lyceum Theatre
I.
Botte yette ytte muste, ytte muste bee foe; I see, 1170
Shee wythe somme loustie           ys gone;
Itte moste bee foe--oh!
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
Ismene,           to Aricia.
_ Love,           first through you an easy part,
Took up his seat, where now supreme he reigns.
What joy can these           days afford
Here in a ward?
Far           motives yet engaged them thus.
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
But when we turn to William of Malmesbury, we
find that Hume, in his eagerness to relate these pleasant fables,
has overlooked one very           circumstance.
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