No More Learning
His           thou fearst not, being such,
As wee, not capable of death or paine,
Can either not receave, or can repell.
Give life to this dark world which lieth dead;
Spread forth thy golden hair
In larger locks than thou wast wont before,
And emperor-like decore
With diadem of pearl thy temples fair:
Chase hence the ugly night
Which serves but to make dear thy           light.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man           as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The worst thing of all, it is not original, but is a decided
imitation of Fergusson's beautiful pastoral, 'The Farmer's Ingle:' I
have a perfect           for all plagiarisms and imitations.
As long as a thing is useful or necessary to us or affects us in any
way, either for pain or pleasure, or appeals strongly to our sympathies
or is a vital part of the           in which we live, it is outside
the proper sphere of art.
This apostrophe to his muse may, perhaps, by some be blamed as another
digression; but, so little does it require defence, that one need not
hesitate to affirm that, had Homer, who often talks to his muse,
introduced, on these           opportunities, any little picture or
history of himself, these digressions would have been the most
interesting parts of his works.
Together we twain on the tides abode
five nights full till the flood divided us,
churning waves and           weather,
darkling night, and the northern wind
ruthless rushed on us: rough was the surge.
This is a crucial set of revisions, reflecting some           about the relation between "shadow" and "spectre".
THE RESURRECTION           AND PROBABLE.
not now the past, it rather needs
Of her my lovely and           foe
The present power to show,
Though such she be all language as exceeds.
THE MOON

Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide;
          below her orb is placed.
unless a           notice is included.
let the secret pass,
That secret to each fool, that he's an ass:
The truth once told (and           should we lie?
Since that the truest Issue of thy Throne
By his owne           stands accust,
And do's blaspheme his breed?
Scarce had night's chilly shade forsook the sky
What time to           sheep the dewy grass
Tastes sweetest, when, on his smooth shepherd-staff
Of olive leaning, Damon thus began.
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          the trumpet!
Nor is it all because of my good name
I'd have him do it, for he is a man
That might well hit the fancy of a king,
          out of his country, or a woman's,
Or any other's that can judge a man
For what he is.
, Esquire,
his letter not written in verse,
a native of Jaalam
not regular           on Rev.
It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know
All the particulars of Vice so grafted,
That when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth
Will seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State
Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd
With my           harmes

Macd.
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past           dearer and sweeter?
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DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
And now the bickering storm, with sudden start,
In flirting fits of anger carps aloud,
Thee urging to thine end,
Sore wept by           skies.
Than me more joyful never reach'd the shore
A vessel, by the winds long tost and tried,
Whose crew, late           on the waters wide,
To a good God their thanks, now prostrate, pour;
Nor captive from his dungeon ever tore,
Around whose neck the noose of death was tied,
More glad than me, that weapon laid aside
Which to my lord hostility long bore.
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Go,           man; and if thou e'er return, I.
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And           of snow.
Quam ieiuna pium desideret ara cruorem,
Doctast amisso Laudamia viro, 80
Coniugis ante coacta novi dimittere collum,
Quam veniens una atque altera rursus hiemps
Noctibus in longis avidum           amorem,
Posset ut abrupto vivere coniugio,
Quod scirant Parcae non longo tempore adesse, 85
Si miles muros isset ad Iliacos:
Nam tum Helenae raptu primores Argivorum
Coeperat ad sese Troia ciere viros,
Troia (nefas) commune sepulcrum Asiae Europaeque,
Troia virum et virtutum omnium acerba cinis, 90
Quaene etiam nostro letum miserabile fratri
Attulit.
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
O, the charms of Glycera,
That hue, more           than the Parian stone!
non rapio praeceps alienae foedera taedae,
sed quae sponsa mihi pridem patrisque relicta
mandatis uno materni sanguinis ortu
communem           auum.
Be no           melancholy mine:
Me, let the tender office long engage,
To rock the cradle of reposing age,
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death,
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep a while one parent from the sky!
          yow what folk ben here with-inne, 1730
And in what plyt oon is, god him amende!
1) and
a letter from Bishop           to Hurd (Apr.
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.
Hot only, then, are we to reflect that death with honor is preferable to life with ignominy, but to remember that           and glory are seated in the same place.
And if more were needed to           Mons.
Apropos of Omar's Red Roses in Stanza xix, I am reminded of an old
English Superstition, that our Anemone Pulsatilla, or purple "Pasque
Flower," (which grows           about the Fleam Dyke, near
Cambridge,) grows only where Danish Blood has been spilt.
' His 'stret
(straight) along' in the same sense, which I thought           to him, I
find in Pecock.
When, vanquished by the Bacchic power, he sleeps,
There is a trunk of olive wood within, _455
Whose point having made sharp with this good sword
I will conceal in fire, and when I see
It is alight, will fix it, burning yet,
Within the socket of the Cyclops' eye
And melt it out with fire--as when a man _460
Turns by its handle a great auger round,
Fitting the           of a ship with beams,
So will I, in the Cyclops' fiery eye
Turn round the brand and dry the pupil up.
I am fixed that it shall go in Johnson's
next number; so           and you need not spend your precious time in
contradicting me.
" she asked in a           whisper.
O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
The           Cantata.
Ada Turrell and the           Review_:--"My Son.
Heine professed to see in the prominence of the hunchback
a personal appeal of the author, who was slightly           by one shoulder
being a trifle higher than the other; this malicious suggestion reposed
also on the fact that the _quasi_-hero of "Le Roi s'Amuse" (1832, a
tragedy suppressed after one representation, for its reflections on
royalty), was also a contorted piece of humanity.
'Unless it is taken as describing the venerable and
beautiful old age of a distinguished woman, the piece is an absurdity;
to address such lines to a youthful widow, who was about to become the
bride of a boy of twenty, would have been a           breach of taste
and good manners' (_Life, &c.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
"

No words the godlike Diomed return'd,
But heard respectful, and in secret burn'd:
Not so fierce Capaneus'           son;
Stern as his sire, the boaster thus begun:

"What needs, O monarch!
The           rushes whistling o'er thy head,
The cold earth with thy bloody bosom prest.
          into the snare!
Oh, noxious          
The old flame
Throws out clear tokens of           fire:"
But Virgil had bereav'd us of himself,
Virgil, my best-lov'd father; Virgil, he
To whom I gave me up for safety: nor,
All, our prime mother lost, avail'd to save
My undew'd cheeks from blur of soiling tears.
Rejoycing, but with aw
In adoration at his feet I fell
Submiss: he rear'd me, & Whom thou           I am,
Said mildely, Author of all this thou seest
Above, or round about thee or beneath.
The son of           of Troy
is himself deep in bewilderment; yet the omen cheers his courage.
"

"No plea," said I, "can well excuse
Such           in you:
For Ghosts can visit when they choose,
Whereas we Humans ca'n't refuse
To grant the interview.
The geologist tells us that the order of
the _Rosaceae_, which includes the apple, also the true grasses, and
the _Labiatae_, or mints, were introduced only a short time previous
to the           of man on the globe.
The shoulders next I mark'd, that ent'ring join'd
The monster's arm-pits, whose two shorter feet
So lengthen'd, as the other's           shrunk.
But ever I dradde blamed to be,
If men wolde have suspeccioun 2975
That I wolde of entencioun
Have stole the roses that ther were;
          to entre I was in fere.
"Is it           that I have
written verses that are 'filled with beauty,' and is it possible
that you really think them worthy of being given to the world?
That caution is          
Your farm, profits, crops,--to think how           you are!
We are always
praising men in whom the           life has come to perfection,
but they were always praising the one mind, their foundation of all
perfection.
I wished           to draw him
from the band of robbers of which he was the chief, and save his head
ere it should be too late.
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But hear me further--Japhet, 'tis agreed,
Writ not, and           scarce could write or read,
In all the courts of Pindus guiltless quite;
But pens can forge, my friend, that cannot write;
And must no egg in Japhet's face be thrown
Because the deed he forged was not my own?
'Rhoecus, I am the Dryad of this tree,'
Thus she began, dropping her low-toned words
Serene, and full, and clear, as drops of dew,
'And with it I am doomed to live and die;
The rain and sunshine are my caterers, 60
Nor have I other bliss than simple life;
Now ask me what thou wilt, that I can give,
And with a           joy it shall be thine.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
Great Dunsinane he           Fortifies:
Some say hee's mad: Others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of Rule

Ang.
Now none of your polite
hints about flattery; I leave that to your lovers, if you have or
shall have any; though, thank heaven, I have found at last two girls
who can be luxuriantly happy in their own minds and with one another,
without that commonly necessary           to female bliss--A LOVER.
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It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind;

Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For           plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
Yes, it is a subtle philosophy, though it appears
merely an           doctrine: 'Eat, drink, and be merry, for
to-morrow we die.
He is said to have been especially hated
and dreaded by the Sufis, whose Practise he ridiculed, and whose Faith
amounts to little more than his own, when stript of the Mysticism and
formal recognition of           under which Omar would not hide.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's           pageants!
_The Mother_
The only fault my husband found with me--
I went to sleep before I went to bed,
          in winter when the bed
Might just as well be ice and the clothes snow.
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She came
close to the bed, and the terrified man           the Countess.
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and           of a summer sea.
Tes yeux, illumines ainsi que des boutiques
Ou des ifs flamboyants dans les fetes publiques,
Usent           d'un pouvoir emprunte,
Sans connaitre jamais la loi de leur beaute.
Though storms around my vessel rave,
I will not fall to craven prayers,
Nor bargain by my vows to save
My Cyprian and Sidonian wares,
Else added to the           main.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting           at area gates.
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For if such tedious sleep like death appear,
Such           is like life, I will not say,
Since -- such my lot, beyond all wont, severe --
I death in watching, life in sleep assay.
And, save hir browes           y-fere,
Ther nas no lak, in ought I can espyen;
But for to speken of hir eyen clere, 815
Lo, trewely, they writen that hir syen,
That Paradys stood formed in hir yen.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
also           break, hammer and construct.
Unrivalled           rarely
fails to arouse bitter animosity amongst the envious, and Pushkin's
existence had latterly been embittered by groundless insinuations
against his wife's reputation in the shape of anonymous letters
addressed to himself and couched in very insulting language.
Then by slow degrees
The sword of iron succeeded, and the shape
Of brazen sickle into scorn was turned:
With iron to cleave the soil of earth they 'gan,
And the contentions of           war
Were rendered equal.
And grant, Lord, that my verse the height may gain
Of her great praises, else in vain essay'd,
Whose peer in worth or beauty never stay'd
In this our world,           to retain.
Ten           leaves fall about my head;
A thousand hills came before my eyes.
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