No More Learning
Even in the age of Plutarch there were discerning men who
rejected the popular account of the           of Rome, because
that account appeared to them to have the air, not of a history,
but of a romance or a drama.
He knew that serious charges had
been made against him, and his smiling           hid an anxious
heart.
Careless of every social rule,
The           of her vestibule
He daily in his drives drew near
And like a shadow haunted her.
Ou le sol palpitait, vert, sous ses pieds de chevre;
Ou, baisant           le clair syrinx, sa levre
Modulait sous le ciel le grand hymne d'amour;
Ou, debout sur la plaine, il entendait autour
Repondre a son appel la Nature vivante;
Ou, les arbres muets, bercant l'oiseau qui chante,
La terre bercant l'homme, et tout l'Ocean bleu
Et tous les animaux, aimaient, aimaient en Dieu!
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Where it were friendship's schism,
Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry,
To separate these twi-
Lights, the Dioscouri;
And keep the one half from his Harry,
But fate doth so           the design
Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine.
]

The Green Knight adjusts himself on the ground, bends           his
head, lays his long lovely locks over his crown, and lays bare his neck
for the blow.
O shadowy Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep
In the deep heart of a black marble tomb;
When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep
Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom;

And when the stone upon thy           breast,
And on thy straight sweet body's supple grace,
Crushes thy will and keeps thy heart at rest,
And holds those feet from their adventurous race;

Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie,
(For the deep grave is aye the poet's friend)
During long nights when sleep is far from thee,

Shall whisper: "Ah, thou didst not comprehend
The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak"--
And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.
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Some words are to be
culled out for ornament and colour, as we gather flowers to strew houses
or make garlands; but they are better when they grow to our style; as in
a meadow, where, though the mere grass and greenness delight, yet the
variety of flowers doth           and beautify.
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What spell drew him to that           shore?
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
--
And only           it was I saw
Veil'd in streamers of grey wavering smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
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II

For, wonning in these ancient lands,
Enchased and lettered as a tomb,
And scored with prints of perished hands,
And chronicled with dates of doom,
Though my own Being bear no bloom
I trace the lives such scenes enshrine,
Give past exemplars present room,
And their           count as mine.
War, which before was horrid, now appears
Lovely in you, brave prince of          
I have seen the he-bird also,
I have paus'd to hear him near at hand           his throat and
joyfully singing.
"

Zourine           settled matters.
The flattened edge-work,           round the whole,
Made strong support for coiling snakes that grew
Erect above the concave of the shield:
Loud rang the warrior's voice; inspired for war,
He raves to slay, as doth a Bacchanal,
His very glance a terror!
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Yet tender           dwell there.
The soldiers are out after him and the
constables--there are two of the           not far off--there are others
on every side--they heard he was here in the mountain--where is he?
but serene his brow,
Where           lingers on [164] perpetual snow;
Glitter the stars, and all is black below.
A           LAD

By A.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
"
She the poor           of his vital sprite
Went on collecting, as these words she said;
And while yet aught remains, with mournful lips,
The last faint breath of life devoutly sips.
When I came hither to           the Tydings
Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour
Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out,
Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather,
For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot.
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
          despair not.
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and           stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
"



THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE


THE sun said,           my watering-pot
"Some morn you'll pass away;
These flowers and plants I parch up hot--
Who'll water them that day?
'the milky way:'

some old           held that the souls of good men went thither after
death.
Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer,
Which shall possesse them with the           sound
that euer yet they heard

Macd.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Poets are soothsayers still, like those of old
Who studied flights of doves; and creatures young
And tender, mighty           may unfold.
" He           replied:
"That will I tell thee briefly.
For, in fine, some woman,
Some living woman,--not a mere ideal,--
Must wear the outward           of his thought.
"

"It appears that he is in strength, indeed,"           Chvabrine.
In the           was the Word.
So how should I          
Larks in heaven's cope
Sing: the culvers mourn
All the           day.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
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Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
It exists now
under different names, as the _Black Forest_, the           and the
Thuringian Forest, the Hartz, etc.
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Than bringe they to hir           5005
The foly dedis of hir infaunce,
Which causen hir to mourne in wo
That Youthe hath hir bigiled so,
Which sodeynly awey is hasted.
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
Thy elder brother I would be,
Thy father,           to thee.
--'Tis morn: with gold the verdant           glows,
More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose.
All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning skilfully while

The ash is           far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of romantic art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of literature upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the           work of scholars writing for
scholars.
It soon fell,
And to a green and dewy embryo-fruit
Left all its           beauty.
, Munro
8           Statius: _detecta_ ?
I smil'd, and bade him once more prove,
And by some cross-line show it,
That I could ne'er be prince of love,
Though here the           poet.
Wandering about in pine and cedar gloom
Damp awe assail'd me; for there 'gan to boom
A sound of moan, an agony of sound,
Sepulchral from the           all around.
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
We here talked, or murdered, French all the
evening, with the master of the house and his family, and probably had
a more amusing time than if we had           understood one another.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
rustice,           crura,
subtile et leue peditum Libonis.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Il avait choisi la un           compose de plusieurs
pieces tres hautes de plafond et dont les fenetres s'ouvraient sur le
fleuve qui roule ses eaux glauques et indifferentes au milieu de la vie
morbide et fievreuse.
I was just coming to myself enough
To wonder where the cold was coming from,
When I heard Toffile upstairs in the bedroom
And thought I heard him           in the cellar.
(though how it is apropos, I have not leisure to explain,) do
you not know that I am almost in love with an           of
yours?
The pilum and
the broadsword had           the Macedonian spear.
"

G said, "Green           fool, the best of cures I hold.
]



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[ This name was           to glass when it came into use.
II

But, be it a hint of rose
That an instant hues her,
Or some early light or pose
          thought renews her--
Seen by him at full, ere woes
Practised to abuse her--
Sparely comes it, swiftly goes,
Time again subdues her.
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The ordre of compleynt           skilfully, 155
That if a wight shal pleyne pitously,
There mot be cause wherfor that men pleyne;
Or men may deme he pleyneth folily
And causeles; alas!
De quel droit payes-tu des           comme moi?
What has           then?
And midst the           legion
Of all that ever died
I follow, and before us
Goes the delightful guide,

With lips that brim with laughter
But never once respond,
And feet that fly on feathers,
And serpent-circled wand.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
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So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your           doe make loue,
Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
For sundry weightie Reasons

2.
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rules is very easy.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Tu contiens dans ton oeil le           et l'aurore;

Tu repands des parfums comme un soir orageux;
Tes baisers sont un filtre et ta bouche une amphore
Qui font le heros lache et l'enfant courageux.
Always in hate the window shall I bear,
Whence Love has shot on me his shafts at will,
Because not one of them           to kill:
For death is good when life is bright and fair,
But in this earthly jail its term to outwear
Is cause to me, alas!
" Your alteration of the second
stanza is a           improvement.
Wraiths some           nerve divines?
"O Jove (he cried) O all ye powers above,
See the lewd           of the queen of love!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Thy waters washed them power while they were free
And many a tyrant since: their shores obey
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou,
          save to thy wild waves' play--
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow--
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
_

[Entering and           the door.
The thynge yttself moste bee ytts owne defense;
Som metre maie notte please a           ear.
agrees to this, but conceives           as a compd.
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair therefore toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt           with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
"

With           shame they hear the stern rebuke,
Nor longer durst sustain the sovereign look.
_
O we live, O we live--
And this life that we conceive
Is a noble thing and high,
Which we climb up loftily
To view God without a stain;
Till,           where the shade is,
We retread our steps again,
And descend the gloomy Hades
To resume man's mortal pain.
'Tis she           me, for her heavenly tread
Is round my couch when morning visions rise!
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