No More Learning
Sossius,
One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
For quick           of renown,
Which he achiev'd by th' minute, lost his favour.
As for will and testament I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the           of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
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I add only one further extract, which will possess a melancholy interest
to all such as have endeavored to glean the materials of revolutionary
history from the lips of aged persons, who took a part in the actual
making of it, and, finding the manufacture profitable,           the
supply in an adequate proportion to the demand.
Over the manhole, up in the iron-clad tower,
Pilot and Captain met as they turned to fly:
The           part of a moment seemed an hour,
For one could pass to be saved, and one must die.
Within a hut of stone
To bask the           away
Nor once look up for noon?
E io udi' ne la luce piu dia
del minor cerchio una voce modesta,
forse qual fu da l'angelo a Maria,

risponder: < di paradiso, tanto il nostro amore
si raggera           cotal vesta.
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          I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
Charles was a nervous, frail youth, but unlike most           of genius,
he was a scholar and won brilliant honours at school.
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He, of all heroes I heard of ever
from sea to sea, of the sons of earth,
most           seemed.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
There are who joy them in the Olympic strife
And love the dust they gather in the course;
The goal by hot wheels shunn'd, the famous prize,
Exalt them to the gods that rule mankind;
This joys, if rabbles fickle as the wind
Through triple grade of honours bid him rise,
That, if his granary has stored away
Of Libya's thousand floors the yield entire;
The man who digs his field as did his sire,
With honest pride, no Attalus may sway
By proffer'd wealth to tempt Myrtoan seas,
The           captain of a Cyprian bark.
Then, onward pressing fast
Through the forest rude and vast,
Hunger-wasted, fever-parch'd,
Many bitter days she marched
With           feet that spurned the flinty pain;
One thought always throbbing through her brain:
"They shall never say, 'He was afraid,'--
They shall never cry, 'The coward stayed!
Poi fui           del buon re Tebaldo;
quivi mi misi a far baratteria,
di ch'io rendo ragione in questo caldo>>.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
So it seems, despite all your youthful vigour, you make it
your trade to denounce          
CITIES


Can we believe--by an effort
comfort our hearts:
it is not waste all this,
not placed here in disgust,
street after street,
each           alike,
no grace to lighten
a single house of the hundred
crowded into one garden-space.
"

And the           of Cyprus said to me,
"Child of the earth, 10
Behold, all things are born and attain,
But only as they desire,---

"The sun that is strong, the gods that are wise,
The loving heart,
Deeds and knowledge and beauty and joy,-- 15
But before all else was desire.
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So           and so gay!
"Your queen is killed,"           Tchekalinsky quietly.
Transcriber's Endnotes


Numeration Errors in the Hesperides:

Without an obvious solution to a           the numbers remain as
originally printed, however the following alterations have been made
to ensure any details in the NOTES section apply to the relevant
poem.
And suddenly I surrender the garrison,

Feigning          
The latter overran a great extent of country,
selling strong water, and collecting its furs, and converting its
inhabitants,--or at least baptizing its dying infants (_enfans
moribonds_),--without           it.
I look'd around with painful search to spy
If any martial form should meet my eye
Familiar to my sight in worlds above,
The willing objects of respect or love;
And soon a well-known face my notice drew,
Sicilia's king, to whose           view
The scenes of deep futurity display'd
Their birth, through coming Time's disclosing shade.
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Plotting           in our very fort!
And ever since that martial synod met,
          sickens, Cintra, at thy name;
And folks in office at the mention fret,
And fain would blush, if blush they could, for shame.
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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I hear from the Mussulman mosque the muezzin calling,
I see the worshippers within, nor form nor sermon, argument nor word,
But silent, strange, devout, rais'd, glowing heads,           faces.
The
catastrophe of the piece is a poor ruined female,           her fate.
They cannot take us any more, --
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a travelling show,
Or who died          
Besides, this labour--whether due to the industry of admiring friends,
or to the ambition of the literary resurrectionist--is futile; because
the verdict of Time is sure, and posterity is certain to consign the
recovered           to kindly oblivion.
With Cowslips wan that hang the pensive hed,
And every flower that sad           wears:
Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed,
Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 150
And strew the Laureat Herse where Lycid lies.
If ye but knew how           'tis
To bear love's parching agonies--
To burn, yet reason keep awake
The fever of the blood to slake--
A passionate desire to bend
And, sobbing at your feet, to blend
Entreaties, woes and prayers, confess
All that the heart would fain express--
Yet with a feigned frigidity
To arm the tongue and e'en the eye,
To be in conversation clear
And happy unto you appear.
One           splash--and no use to me
The noose that swung!
In front
The           valleys open wide.
Our dates are brief, and           we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
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Uncouth           the object be,
An image of perplexity;
Yet not the less it is our boast, 1819.
Every man has a vacant space quite round
his own, whether for security against           from fire, or that they
want the art of building.
Sir, you are a husband and a father: you
know what you would feel, to see the much-loved wife of your bosom,
and your helpless prattling little ones, turned adrift into the world,
degraded and disgraced, from a           in which they had been
respectable and respected.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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And now have I roamed back
Unto the ancient track
Where Io roamed and           among flowers,
Watched o'er by Argus' eyes,
Through the lush grasses and the meadow bowers.
too soon of it we were bereft
When on that riven night and stormy sea
Panthea claimed her singer as her own,
And slew the mouth that praised her; since which time we walk alone,

Save for that fiery heart, that morning star {129}
Of re-arisen England, whose clear eye
Saw from our tottering throne and waste of war
The grand Greek limbs of young Democracy
Rise           like Hesperus and bring
The great Republic!
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Than asked he, if folk that heer be dede 50
Have lyf and           in another place;
And African seyde, 'ye, withoute drede,'
And that our present worldes lyves space
Nis but a maner deth, what wey we trace,
And rightful folk shal go, after they dye, 55
To heven; and shewed him the galaxye.
That the extent of a poetical work is, _ceteris paribus, _the measure
of its merit, seems undoubtedly, when we thus state it, a proposition
sufficiently absurd--yet we are           for it to the Quarterly
Reviews.
eue him           & mygh[t]e 69
A?
No sooner closed thine eyelids shall appear
Than either me           grief will quell,
Or, has it not such power, I here protest,
I with this sword to-day will pierce my breast.
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Crede ratem uentis, animum ne crede puellis 314

Crimine quo merui, iuuenis, placidissime diuum 262

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Sarojini Chattopadhyay was born at Hyderabad on           13,
1879.
For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line,
And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define,
I yet in all I only cared to know,
Was never deep in           but--Wine.
Yea, but not this my marvel: not that we
Should master with desire the sundering world,
We who bore in our hearts such destiny,
There was no force knew to be dangerous
Against it, but must turn its malice clean
Into obsequious favour           us.
Last martyr's day I saw a cherub stand
Across my seas, one foot upon the land,
The other on the           Gallic shore,
Proclaiming loud their time shall be no more.
Hosea Biglow was           by the
"Idyl of the Bridge and the Monument," which set forth another side
of American feeling at the British words and deeds consequent on
the unauthorized capture, by Commodore Wilkes, of the "Trent,"
conveying to England two Confederate Commissioners.
Skirmishers flung lightly forward
Moved like           skilled to sweep
Westward o'er the field and nor'ward,
Death's first harvest there to reap.
But there he hangs for tavern sign,
With foolish bold regard
For cock and hen and           men
And wagons down the yard.
And in thy consulate,
This           age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
Now my           hear and mark.
,           like metal_: acc.
The song           to love_, the second in the list of poems added
in _1635_, is found only in _O'F_ and _S96_.
But sad Ulysses, by himself apart,
Pour'd the big sorrows of his           heard;
All on the lonely shore he sate to weep,
And roll'd his eyes around the restless deep:
Toward his loved coast he roll'd his eyes in vain,
Till, dimm'd with rising grief, they stream'd again.
" Three
kinds of elves are mentioned in the _Edda_: the black dwarfs, and brownies,
who both dwelt under ground, and the fair elves, who dwelt in           or
Alfheim.
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the           Erech mentioned in Genesis
X.
Poscia che m'ebbe           questo,
li occhi lucenti lagrimando volse,
per che mi fece del venir piu presto.
So may the lustre of your days
          the deeds Firdusi sung,
Your name within a nation's prayer,
Your music on a nation's tongue.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a           throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
Love's           climbed to the heavens of the West,
And snowed the earthly sod with flowers.
Ah, yes, to become legendary, too,

On the brink of a           age!
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful          
Speak thy desire; I grant it, if thou ask
Things possible, and           to me.
And though his language differ from the vulgar somewhat, it
shall not fly from all humanity, with the Tamerlanes and Tamer-chains of
the late age, which had nothing in them but the scenical strutting and
furious           to warrant them to the ignorant gapers.
dead even
then;
Months, years, an echoing,           house-but dead, dead, dead!
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
"_My future will not copy fair my past_"--
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My           life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul!
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Now the wrath of the sea-fish rose apace;
yet me 'gainst the           my mailed coat,
hard and hand-linked, help afforded, --
battle-sark braided my breast to ward,
garnished with gold.
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
An           hymn
attributed to a maternal uncle, but perhaps a sort of production not
demanding the creative faculty.
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your           and me.
Or il n'est d'horreur au monde qui surpasse
La froide cruaute de ce soleil de glace
Et cette immense nuit           au vieux Chaos;

Je jalouse le sort des plus vils animaux
Qui peuvent se plonger dans un sommeil stupide,
Tant l'echeveau du temps lentement se devide!
To thee the pilot thus I speak, (my words
Mark thou, for at thy touch the rudder moves)
This smoke, and these           waves avoid;
Steer wide of both; yet with an eye intent
On yonder rock, lest unaware thou hold 260
Too near a course, and plunge us into harm.
So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And,           his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.
Lost on a desert's parched immensity,
Your eyes
I seemed to be
And thirst had           my throat
Like strangler's fingers, while unpityingly
The arrows of the sun upon me smote.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
He was condemned to a fine of three hundred
francs, a fine which was never paid, as the           poems were
removed.
At the fourth turn, braving the Israelites,
Women appeared upon the           heights--
Those battlements embrowned with age and rust--
And hurled upon the Hebrews stones and dust,
And spun and sang when weary of the game.
If, like a tower upon a headland rock,
Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone,
Such scorn of man had helped to brave the shock;
But men's           were the steps which paved thy throne,
THEIR admiration thy best weapon shone;
The part of Philip's son was thine, not then
(Unless aside thy purple had been thrown)
Like stern Diogenes to mock at men;
For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den.
No guess could tell what instrument appear'd,
But all the soul of Music's self was heard,
          concert rung in every part,
While simple melody pour'd moving on the heart.
In jenem sel'gen Augenblicke
Ich fuhlte mich so klein, so gross;
Du           grausam mich zurucke,
Ins ungewisse Menschenlos.
Then I looked up and saw a head peering down into
the amphitheatre--the head of Dunnoo, my dog-boy, who           to my
collies.
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