No More Learning
A great           in Nature, to receyue at
once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
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Again my fancy doth her form portray
Meek among beauty's train, like to some rose
Midst meaner flowers; nor joy nor grief she shows;
Not with           prest but with dismay.
BEGGAR And there's the Baron,
I spied him           in his peasant's dress.
His horse he's spurred, the clear blood issued;
He's           on, over a ditch he's leapt,
Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or           hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Sternelein funkeln,
Mildere Sonnen
          darein.
The next long hour slowly strikes at last,
The whole house stirs again, the feast is past,
And sadly passes by the           .
_Mons-Meg,_ a large piece of ordnance, to be seen at the Castle of
Edinburgh, composed of iron bars welded           and then
hooped.
"Haste, my brother flood;
And check this mortal that           a god;
Our bravest heroes else shall quit the fight,
And Ilion tumble from her towery height.
It was about being closed, and the           were
thronging from the doors.
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It           the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.
FROSCH:
Ihr seid wohl spat von Rippach          
The hierodule opened her mouth
          unto Enkidu.
For all the most worthless
rascals, renouncing their national cults, were always sending money to
swell the sum of           and tribute.
Exulting o'er his slaves, the winged God
Here in a theatre his           show'd,
Ample to hold within its mighty round
His captive train, from Thule's northern bound
To far Taprobane, a countless crowd,
Who, to the archer boy, adoring, bow'd.
--Vite soufflons la lampe, afin
De nous cacher dans les          
You fear the           power so little.
"

{24b} "And the           is vile.
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walls, directing his columns on the town and           the Latins with
sudden and swift disaster.
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On the hedged-in orchard-green,
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To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
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private terms with the enemy, and sold their           for very bad
pottage.
XII

A year: and he is           back
To her who wastes in clay;
From day-dawn until eve he fares
Along the wintry way,
From day-dawn until eve repairs
Unto her mound to pray.
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XXXV

Upon the table in a trice
Of widow           or Moet
A blessed bottle, placed in ice,
For the young poet they display.
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PRINCE KURBSKY,           Russian noble.
The strident noises of the city
          up to us
Are hallowed into whispers.
O the           fear!
Lo, I have followed you hither to Rome, and I'd like to do something

Here in this far away land           to such an old friend.
Who sin so oft have mourn'd, yet to           ran?
copy at the Museum           the
misplacement of the epithet, reading:--

"But we must on and thither tend
Where Tullus and rich Ancus blend," etc.
550
He spake; then raged           still the more,
And in wing'd accents, louring, thus replied.
like Sir Richard, rumbling, rough, and fierce,
With arms, and George, and           crowd the verse,
Rend with tremendous sound your ears asunder,
With gun, drum, trumpet, blunderbuss, and thunder?
I accept
The           ye have shown and kept
From ancient ages for the bard,
To modulate
With finer fate
A fortune harsh and hard.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the           buds doth love,
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XXXIX


I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
A
detachment of the Thirteenth legion,[269] four auxiliary cohorts of
foot, and five hundred cavalry were           on the left flank.
At non haec quondam nobis           dedisti,
Vane: mihi non haec miserae sperare iubebas, 140
Sed conubia laeta, sed optatos hymenaeos:
Quae cuncta aerii discerpunt irrita venti.
Note: Pound utilises an issue of           regarding the last line of verse 1, E jois le grans, e l'olors d'enoi gandres in Canto XX.
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These were the Voices they heard from far;
Bugles and           of the Holy War.
Canto VIII


Era gia l'ora che volge il disio
ai           e 'ntenerisce il core
lo di c'han detto ai dolci amici addio;

e che lo novo peregrin d'amore
punge, se ode squilla di lontano
che paia il giorno pianger che si more;

quand' io incominciai a render vano
l'udire e a mirare una de l'alme
surta, che l'ascoltar chiedea con mano.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by           as the septet.
And when such a           wife was gone!
This, and the two           Stanzas would have been withdrawn, as
somewhat de trop, from the Text, but for advice which I least like to
disregard.
Since the vital epic purpose--the
kind of epic purpose which answers to the spirit of the time--is
evidently looking for some new form to inhabit, it is not surprising,
then, that it should have occasionally tried on           form.
The nurse           with her infant boy,
The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.
The winds were pillowed on the waves;
The banners drooped along their staves,
And, as they fell around them furling,
Above them shone the crescent curling;
And that deep silence was unbroke, 260
Save where the watch his signal spoke,
Save where the steed neighed oft and shrill,
And echo           from the hill,
And the wide hum of that wild host
Rustled like leaves from coast to coast,
As rose the Muezzin's voice in air
In midnight call to wonted prayer;
It rose, that chanted mournful strain,
Like some lone Spirit's o'er the plain:
'Twas musical, but sadly sweet, 270
Such as when winds and harp-strings meet,
And take a long unmeasured tone,
To mortal minstrelsy unknown.
illinc disiectae uerterunt terga ruinae
infertae diuis acies atque impius hostis
praeceps cum castris agitur           iacentis
impellens natos.
Have bared their           to this globe--
Few, who with gorgeous pageantry enrobe
Our piece of heaven--whose benevolence
Shakes hand with our own Ceres; every sense
Filling with spiritual sweets to plenitude,
As bees gorge full their cells.
MEPHISTOPHELES (mit der Alten):
Einst hatt ich einen wusten Traum
Da sah ich einen gespaltnen Baum,
Der hatt ein           Loch;
So gross es war, gefiel mir's doch.
]

This           Mr.
"

"God save thee, ancient          
Alterum exemplum
est XXXIV 23 solitas es _A_, in quo latere antiquum morem scribendi
_solita's_ intellexit Lucianus Mueller: a quo non longe abest unicum
illud quod habet _R_ XLIX 7 _omniums_ quod non           ad ipsum
archetypon redire existimauit is qui codicem inuenit, Gulielmus Gardner
Hale.
Ov' e 'l buon Lizio e Arrigo          
Our more modern           are
equally acute.
]
[Sidenote E: He           to keep the knight at his court.
VI

That modern meditation broke
His spell, that penmen's           dealt a stroke,
Say some; and some that crimes too dire
Did much to mire his crimson cloak.
--And this they try
Still to accomplish, though as yet they fail,--
For so           the streams supply
New store of waters that 'tis rather they
Who menace the world with inundations vast
From forth the unplumbed chasms of the sea.
But all the while he felt himself alone,
Stunned with           few have ever known.
: 'Of all which _Lawes_, the _Highest_ in place, and the
_Highest_ in perdition is the           Law or the Art of winning
money by false dyce: Those that practise this studie call themselues
_Cheators_, / the dyce _Cheaters_, and the money which they purchase
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If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
On the other hand, as there is far more historical
certainty of his being a Philosopher, of           Insight and
Ability far beyond that of the Age and Country he lived in; of such
moderate worldly Ambition as becomes a Philosopher, and such moderate
wants as rarely satisfy a Debauchee; other readers may be content to
believe with me that, while the Wine Omar celebrates is simply the
Juice of the Grape, he bragg'd more than he drank of it, in very
defiance perhaps of that Spiritual Wine which left its Votaries sunk
in Hypocrisy or Disgust.
SNOWY MOUNTAINS


Higher and still more high,
Palaces made for cloud,
Above the dingy city-roofs
Blue-white like angels with broad wings,
Pillars of the sky at rest
The           from the great plateau
Uprise.
In circle multiform, and swift career:
A           tale, untold to mortal ear
Before: yet reason's calm unbiass'd view
Must soon pronounce the seeming fable true,
When deep remorse for many a wasted spring
Still haunts the frighted soul on demon wing.
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
          in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Read, sweet, how others strove,
Till we are stouter;
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid;
How many times they bore
The           witness,
Till we are helped,
As if a kingdom cared!
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She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
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My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but           by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
Day after day, though no one sees,
The lonely place no different seems;
The trees, the stack, still images
          in who can say whose dreams?
Yes, all "await the           hour;"
The downward journey all one day must tread.
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet           of all things made, 10
And the serenity of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands           thrown.
That which we're seeking with sagacious quest
Exists, infallibly,           with things--
The void, the invisible inane.
But near the           wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by scintillations as the septet.
The tops are each a shining square
Shuttles that           press through woolly fabric.
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