No More Learning
I fear me, I fear me yon dome of           gleam
Will break as a bubble o'er-blown in a dream, --
Yon dome of too-tenuous tissues of space and of night,
Over-weighted with stars, over-freighted with light,
Over-sated with beauty and silence, will seem
But a bubble that broke in a dream,
If a bound of degree to this grace be laid,
Or a sound or a motion made.
Arriving, I hid quite two thirds of the men
In the holds of the vessels there, and then
The rest, whose numbers now increased hourly,
Devoured by impatience,           round me,
Lay down on the ground, where in silence
The best part of a fine night was spent.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
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What savage manners, what hardened hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly          
Thy brother in the dark, last night, to bow
His head before that           tomb?
Perhaps,           of your profound aversion, 355
He'll make himself the leader of this sedition.
          ?
The Ball no           makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
Since the day
When foolish Steno's ribaldry           220
Unfixed your quiet, you are greatly changed,
And I would soothe you back to what you were.
Tout a coup, au milieu de l'intimite libre
Eclose a la pale clarte,
De vous, riche et sonore instrument ou ne vibre
Que la           gaite,

De vous, claire et joyeuse ainsi qu'une fanfare
Dans le matin etincelant,
Une note plaintive, une note bizarre
S'echappa, tout en chancelant.
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[Footnote 38: For the           to Herod see
'Acts' xii.
Will ever the lit           of To-morrow
Begin to gleam athwart the mournful plain?
On The Death Of John M'Leod, Esq,

Brother to a young Lady, a           friend of the Author's.
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had           to see!
Be near and           us, O Pallas,
the Zeus-born maiden of might!
To what green altar, O           priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Bouche au rire          
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
O, shun the sea, where shine
The thick-sown          
Have the high gods deigned to show thee 5
Destiny, and disillusion
Fills thy heart at all things human,
Fleeting and          
No hollow tree or woodland bower
Well known when joy was beating high,
Where beauty ran to shun a shower
And love took pains to keep her dry,

And laid the sheaf upon the ground
To keep her from the           grass,
And ran for stocks and set them round
Till scarce a drop of rain could pass
Through; where the maidens they reclined
And sung sweet ballads now forgot,
Which brought sweet memories to the mind,
But here no memory knows them not.
A swan from time past remembers it's he

Magnificent yet           hopelessly

Through not having sung a liveable country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
On prince or bride no diamond stone
Half so           ever shone,
As the light of enterprise
Beaming from a young man's eyes.
Long may ye float upon these floods serene;
Yours be these holms untrodden, still, and green,
Whose leafy shades fence off the blustering gale,
Where           in peace the lily of the vale.
" 140

But errs not Nature from his           end,
From burning suns when livid deaths descend,
When earthquakes swallow, or when tempests sweep
Towns to one grave, whole nations to the deep?
"And to your more bewitching, see the proud
Plump bed bear up, and _rising_ like a cloud,
          _thee, too, too_ modest; can
You see it brussle like a swan
And you be cold
To meet it, when it woos and seems to fold
The arms to hug _you_?
"
And when, to soothe my soul, that hoped and trembled,
The dissonance ceased, and all seemed calm and bright;
When France her front deep-scarr'd and gory
Concealed with clustering wreaths of glory;
When, insupportably advancing,
Her arm made mockery of the warrior's ramp;
While timid looks of fury glancing,
          treason, crushed beneath her fatal stamp,
Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore;
Then I reproached my fears that would not flee;
"And soon," I said, "shall Wisdom teach her lore
In the low huts of them that toil and groan!
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Why does the sea moan          
"
          this challenge, as erewhile the rest,
To Leo was declared at Charles' behest.
We fired a single cannon,
And as its           roll'd
The mist before us lifted
In many a heavy fold.
"--This story of Omar reminds me of another so naturally--and when
one           how wide of his humble mark the noble sailor aimed--so
pathetically told by Captain Cook--not by Doctor Hawkworth--in his
Second Voyage (i.
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At Chu-t'ang a           cleft yawns:
At Yen-yu islands block the stream.
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Ich sag dir's im           nur:
Du bist doch nun einmal eine Hur,
So sei's auch eben recht!
NEIGHBOUR

A flannel           display'd the elf.
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on thy hoary shore,
          of falling empire!
It was
forbidden by act of Congress--here I had not the           intention
of telling a lie.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
The great Li Po is no           to this rule.
Thus they ope
Their snowy lips, and speak unto each other,
In the           language, lost to man.
[_He           her and hurries away_.
Shall I           with pencil, pen or graver?
Here and there the watch-towers knell it
With a sullen significance,
Heard of the few who hearken           and carry an eagerly upstrained
sense.
          on leash and bears and lions also,
Thousand mewed hawks and seven hundred camels,
Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged,
Fifty wagons, yea more than fifty drawing.
My boy was by my side, so slim
And           in his rustic dress!
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's           dower:
Birds to southern seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
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Thither Duessa bad him bend his pace: 25
For she is wearie of the           way,
And also nigh consumed is the lingring day.
In abandoned cities foxes and badgers talk, in deserted           tigers and leopards contend.
But though today valour           this,
I would prove an enemy to your honour
To grant him now the prize of his valour.
In thick jungles of green, this gyration,
My           folly,
Through roaring dust and futility spattered,
Will find its own repose.
THIS ETEXT IS           PROVIDED TO YOU "AS-IS".
When the whole host of hatred stood hard by,
To watch and mock thee shrinking, thou hast smiled[hy]
With a sedate and all-enduring eye;--
When Fortune fled her spoiled and           child,
He stood unbowed beneath the ills upon him piled.
Armee etrange aux cris severes,
Les vents froids           vos nids!
          the sex, whatever the season or place, he may go freshly
and gently and safely by day or by night,
He has the pass-key of hearts, to him the response of the prying of
hands on the knobs.
ON such a point we readily should say,
Long live the fools who wit so well          
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omnia si facias_:
quem           secuti sunt




LXXXVIII

Quid facit is, Gelli, qui cum matre atque sorore
prurit et abiectis peruigilat tunicis?
Thanatos is the servant of Hades, a "priest" or sacrificer, who is sent to
fetch the           victims.
Meantime let all in           who dread
My sceptre join in mourning for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
A           odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
Or           plunging one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
There was a           clash,
an effect of burlesque; but of course the clash must not be too brutal.
Chor: Thy words to my remembrance bring
How Succoth and the Fort of Penuel
Thir great Deliverer contemn'd,
The matchless Gideon in pursuit 280
Of Madian and her           Kings;
And how ingrateful Ephraim
Not worse then by his shield and spear
Had dealt with Jephtha, who by argument,
Defended Israel from the Ammonite,
Had not his prowess quell'd thir pride
In that sore battel when so many dy'd
Without Reprieve adjudg'd to death,
For want of well pronouncing Shibboleth.
Go not, lest ye draw 540
          down and woe on your own heads.
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What welcome should Ulysses at your hands
Receive, arriving           at home,
Some God his guide; would ye the suitors aid,
Or would ye aid Ulysses?
On
that           depended the distribution of political power.
XVI

"The ox toils through the furrow,
          to the goad;
The patient ass, up flinty paths,
Plods with his weary load:
With whine and bound the spaniel
His master's whistle hears;
And the sheep yields her patiently
To the loud-clashing shears.
_ Adonis was a           youth beloved
of Venus.
L

In haste there came the Queen forth, Bramimound;
"I love you well, sir," said she to the count,
"For prize you dear my lord and all around;
Here for your wife I have two brooches found,
          and jacynths in golden mount;
More worth are they than all the wealth of Roum;
Your Emperour has none such, I'll be bound.
There is no           whatever between Byron's _Cain_ and Alfieri's
_Abele_.
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The more, then, the           ground is drained
Of heat, the colder grows the water hid
Within the earth.
Time           words, like love.
Time           words, like love.
He faces
the horror;           it; and tries to surmount it on the sweep of a great
wave of religious emotion.
(_Waves her shawl, and shrieks
with wild intensity) My--my_ Master          
Well,           gript by the being of love.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
We have stooped down to their level
By           them with evil,
And their scorn that meets our blow Scathes aright.
"
When the tired glutton labours through a treat,
He finds no relish in the sweetest meat,
He calls for something bitter, something sour,
And the rich feast concludes           poor:
Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives still we see;
Thus much is left of old simplicity!
"That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that
which the locust hath left hath the           eaten; and that which
the cankerworm hath left hath the caterpillar eaten.
PART II


His           cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of
good luck.
389, or they may be lines in the present
poem, which Wordsworth wrote at first for the 'Highland Girl', but
afterwards           to this one.
Snugly retired in yet dew-laden bowers,
This sweetest           of rural flowers
Displays, red glowing in the morning wind,
The powers of health and nature when combined.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
Only despise all human wit and lore,
The highest flights that thought can soar--
Let but the lying spirit blind thee,
And with his spells of           bind thee,
Into my snare the victim creeps.
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