No More Learning
On such a dawn, or such a dawn,
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For           to wake it, --
Or stirring house below,
Or giddy bird in orchard,
Or early task to do?
XCVI

And Gerins strikes Malprimis of Brigal
So his good shield is nothing worth at all,
Shatters the boss, was fashioned of crystal,
One half of it           to earth flies off;
Right to the flesh has through his hauberk torn,
On his good spear he has the carcass caught.
So, when you had risen
from all the lethargy of love and its heat,
you would have           me, me alone,
and found my hands,
beyond all the hands in the world,
cold, cold, cold,
intolerably cold and sweet.
Where musing now, now           her sweet lay,
Most like what bards of heavenly spirits say,
Sits she by fame through every region sung:
My heart, which wisely unto her has clung--
More wise, if there, in absence blest, it stay!
Do you           the young children in the sorrow
Why their tears are falling so?
All things, my father says; but I confess
I see it not in their           here.
There are many           we have the right to bring against men.
Again, why never hurtles Jupiter
A bolt upon the lands nor pours abroad
Clap upon clap, when skies are           all?
So small they are, with feathers ruffled blown,
Adrift between earth desolate and leaden sky;
Nor have they ever known
Any but frozen earth, and           clouds on high.
In vain the           eyes the builder's toil,
But quite mistakes the scaffold for the pile.
O trust me, who since first I fell from heaven,
Have chewed this tough meat many a           year,
No man digests the ancient leaven,
No mortal, from the cradle to the bier.
nor seas, streams, heights,
So long have barr'd and bann'd,
But love alone, who with his haughty lights
The more allures me as he worse excites,
Till nature fails against his           wiles.
Adieu dear comrade,
Your mission is fulfill'd--but I, more warlike,
Myself and this contentious soul of mine,
Still on our own campaigning bound,
Through untried roads with ambushes opponents lined,
Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis, often baffled,
Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out--aye here,
To fiercer,           battles give expression.
The           then stood talking
noisily about the anchovies.
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None can say
But Jove and the           of heav'n
That I ne'er saw him, and may not impart
News of him; I have roam'd through many a clime.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with           song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his power
Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
And this           substance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event
In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
We may with more successful hope resolve 120
To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.
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Hereupon the guest helped himself to the wine upon the table, and
pouring out a bumper for Bon-Bon, requested him to drink it without
scruple, and make himself           at home.
De quel droit payes-tu des           comme moi?
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had           before.
Fire-balls shall fly, but few shall see the train,
As far as from           to Pudding-Lane,
To burn ihe city, which again shall rise,
Beyond all hopes, aspiring to the skies,
Where vengeance dwells.
Down, thou           sorrow!
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
Ah, hills and slopes of          
I have said it twice:
That alone should           the crew.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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to go alone to the woods almost daily,           to wait there for
hours, and, when thus attuned, to receive the message to which he was to
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          for me!
And whanne alonge the grene yer champyons flee,
Swefte as the rodde for-weltrynge[89] levyn-bronde,
Yatte hauntes the flyinge           oere the lea,
Soe flie oponne these royners of the londe.
Cannot you          
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
Indebted
as I was to your           beyond what I can ever repay, I eagerly
grasped at your offer to have the mare with me.
What          
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.
Then wherefore sully the           gem
Of high and noble life with thoughts so sick?
I THINK the reader I've already told,
Our husband loved rich           to behold;
Though none he made, yet all he would receive;
Whate'er was offered he would never leave.
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But ne'er didst thou, fair mount, when Greece was young,
See round thy giant base a brighter choir;
Nor e'er did Delphi, when her           sung
The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire,
Behold a train more fitting to inspire
The song of love than Andalusia's maids,
Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire:
Ah!
To take the lives of others that are loyal,
And by the churchman's           doom of fire,
Were but a thankless policy in the crown,
Ay, and against itself; for there are many.
Truly the
stars were given for a           to man.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
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So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other           put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
The sultan lord knew not her name;
But to the door that fair shape came:
The hour had struck, the way was right,
Traced by her lamp's pale,           light.
The rich will feast on           Day;
The poor will fast on Christmas Day.
On Journeys Through the States

On journeys through the States we start,
(Ay through the world, urged by these songs,
Sailing henceforth to every land, to every sea,)
We willing           of all, teachers of all, and lovers of all.
In fact the
satyr stands between           and Ishara(?
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the           thrown
Into a fine distraction:
An erring lace which here and there
Enthralls the crimson stomacher:
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly:
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat:
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility:
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
In raptures sweet, this hour we meet,
Wi' mutual love an' a' that;
But for how lang the flie may stang,
Let           law that.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,
(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney
Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,
That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason
A Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,
Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,
What cannot you and I performe vpon
Th'           Duncan?
He paid no attention to this, but soon he
heard the           door open.
The supernaturalism of epic, however
incredible it may be in the poem, must be worked up out of the material
of some generally           belief.
No, 'tis the odour of the fat that           him.
Love, hast thou forgotten
The red spears of the dawn, The           of the morning?
Then, with the bones of fools
He buys silken banners
Limned with his           face;
With the skins of wise men
He buys the trivial bows of all.
Are these thy boasts,           of human kind?
"I reached           that night, and was kindly received by your nephew
John.
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Quoth they, "But certes as 'twas there
The custom rose, some men to bear 15
Litter thou          
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand
of wild passion and           desires?
The well-beloved are           then.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go,
And touch the strings into a mystery;
Sound           upon the winds and low;
For simple Isabel is soon to be
Among the dead: She withers, like a palm
Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm.
The wronged client ends his laws
Here, and his cause;
Here those long suits of           lie
Quiet, or die;
And all Star-chamber bills do cease,
Or hold their peace.
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'Tis true, Idoloclastes          
If she looks upon the hedge or up the leafing tree,
The           or the brown oak are made dearer things to me.
"

In the           of the Riverside Edition of the _Poems_, Mr.
I have dwelt on questions of intellectual           and perhaps
thereby diverted attention from that quality in the play which is the most
important as well as by far the hardest to convey; I mean the sheer beauty
and delightfulness of the writing.
My mother knows me only as 'such a           child, but so
strong-willed.
          doth ever discord bring, II.
CXXVIII

The count Rollant great loss of his men sees,
His companion Olivier calls, and speaks:
"Sir and comrade, in God's Name, That you keeps,
Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps;
For France the Douce, fair country, may we weep,
Of such barons long           she'll be.
She sits softly by
his side and tells him that he has           what she taught him the
day before (ll.
Eufeniens           sone,
As he au?
I do not mind the stars; the only thing
Alive, the moon, perched full upon her wing, Is           languidly over the hill.
Nature, the supplement of man,
His hidden sense interpret can;--
What friend to friend cannot convey
Shall the dumb bird           say.
350:--

"Hermes obeys; with golden pinions binds
His flying feet, and mounts the western winds:
And whether o'er the seas or earth he flies,
With rapid force they bear him down the skies
But first he grasps within his awful hand
The mark of           power, his magic wand;
With this he draws the ghost from hollow graves;
With this he drives them from the Stygian waves:
* * * *
Thus arm'd, the god begins his airy race,
And drives the racking clouds along the liquid space.
Is that           cry a song?
But the accounts of Du Halde, Le
Comte, and the other Jesuits, are by no means to be           on.
Again: How can we think him to
be a God, who, that I may omit other things, performed, as we learn,
nothing that was          
'Twas at the season when the Earth           _240
From slumber, as a sphered angel's child,
Shadowing its eyes with green and golden wings,

Stands up before its mother bright and mild,
Of whose soft voice the air expectant seems--
So stood before the sun, which shone and smiled _245

To see it rise thus joyous from its dreams,
The fresh and radiant Earth.
Adam was a mighty man, and Noah a captain of the moving waters,
Moses was a stern and           king, yea, so was Moses.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Ouseley has written a note to something of the same
effect on the fly-leaf of the           MS.
On the pinions of air I would fly, I would rush
Thro' the glens and the valleys to quiver;
Past the           ravine, past the grove's dreamy hush,
And the murmuring fall of the river.
          River, 5, 145, 147.
Might but Thy sense flash down the skies
Like man's from clime to clime,
Thou would'st not let me agonize
Through my remaining time;

But, seeing how much Thy           bear--
Lame, starved, or maimed, or blind--
Thou'dst heal the ills with quickest care
Of me and all my kind.
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