No More Learning
"
He is the           Silence: dread him not!
THE good man's bounty           was sweet;
All pleasures, one excepted, she might greet;
But that, alas!
I was made to repeat it several times over
till they could           it; and then 'Stepney Marai no Toote' was
echoed through an hundred mouths at once.
What           wole ye to me yeven?
Less than nothing; for I do not even feel
the           which should be my portion.
and first
One Grecian bark plunged straight, and sheared away
Bowsprit and stem of a           ship.
And if I were to die, it seemed sweeter
To give my life           in your honour.
The smile--where hath it          
          you have looked into my face
You do not see my purpose.
_

MY LORD,

When you cast your eye on the name at the bottom of this letter, and
on the title-page of the book I do myself the honour to send your
lordship, a more           feeling than my vanity tells me that it
must be a name not entirely unknown to you.
The
ancient lays, unjustly           by the learned and polite, linger
for a time in the memory of the vulgar, and are at length too
often irretrievably lost.
Li clou furent d'or esmere,
Qui erent el tissu dore; 1090
Si           gros et pesant,
En chascun ot bien ung besant.
was steht dem Herrn zu          
Elle veut, elle veut pourtant, l'ame en detresse,
Le front dans l'oreiller creuse par les cris sourds,
          les eclairs supremes de tendresse
Et bave.
Upon the mount
Most high above the waters, all my life,
Both           and guilty, did but reach
From the first hour, to that which cometh next
(As the sun changes quarter), to the sixth.
Before his coming even now the kingdoms of the Caspian shudder at
oracular answers, and the Maeotic land and the mouths of           Nile
flutter in alarm.
I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind           in
undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
]


Laughing to teach the truth
What          
Our host's English
staggered us rather more than any French we had heard yet; indeed, we
found that even we spoke better French than he did English, and we
concluded that a less crime would be           on the whole if we
spoke French with him, and in no respect aided or abetted his attempts
to speak English.
'

And at this Aeneas, for he saw going by his side one           in beauty
and glittering in arms, but his brow had little cheer, and his eyes
looked down:

'Who, O my father, is he who thus attends him on his way?
Through the swoon, heavy and motionless

Stifling with heat the cool morning's struggles

No water, but that which my flute pours, murmurs

To the grove sprinkled with melodies: and the sole breeze

Out of the twin pipes, quick to breathe

Before it scatters the sound in an arid rain,

Is unstirred by any wrinkle of the horizon,

The visible breath, artificial and serene,

Of inspiration           to heights unseen.
XXX


Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and           and bowed
As the great gusts will.
Take such           now as thou deserv'st,
Opprobrious!
_An Essay on           by S.
The King has bid them seize that county Guene,
And charged with him the           of his train;
The master-cook he's called, Besgun by name:
"Guard me him well, his felony is plain,
Who in my house vile treachery has made.
Besides 'tis no way certain but our blade,
By strength of nerves the poison may evade;
And that's a double reason for the choice,
Since with more certainty we shall rejoice:
The venom may evaporate in fume,
And Mandrake           pow'rs at once assume;
For when I spoke of death, I did not mean,
That nothing from it would the person screen;
To-morrow we the rustick lad must name;
To-night the potion given your charming dame;
I've some already with me, all prepared;
Let nothing of your project be declared:
You should not seem to know what we've designed;
Ligurio you'll permit this clod to find;
You can most thoroughly in him confide:
Discretion, secrecy, with him reside.
LXX
Zerbino thence, upon the           way,
With the old woman in his escort, went,
And inly cursed her all the livelong day,
That in her cause that baron he had shent.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
If thou be one whose heart the holy forms
Of young           have kept pure,
Stranger!
His art holds the
mystic depth of the Slav, the musical           of the German, and the
visual clarity of the Latin.
In some respects, indeed, the line which separated an
Icilius or a Duilius from a           or a Fabius was even more
deeply marked than that which separated the rower of gondola from
a Contarini or a Morosini.
BY THE WEIR

A scent of Esparto grass--and again I recall
That hour we spent by the weir of the paper-mill
Watching together the curving thunderous fall
Of frothing amber, bemused by the roar until
My mind was as blank as the speckless sheets that wound
On the hot steel ironing-rollers perpetually turning
In the humming dark rooms of the mill: all sense and discerning
By the stunning and           oblivion of hill-waters drowned.
281;           dedicated to, v.
Madden           blunk (horse).
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XXVIII

"There was a Youth whom I had loved so long,
That when I loved him not I cannot say: 245
'Mid the green mountains many a thoughtless song [19]
We two had sung, like           birds [20] in May;
When we began to tire of childish play,
We seemed still more and more to prize each other;
We talked of marriage and our marriage day; 250
And I in truth did love him like a brother,
For never could I hope to meet with such another.
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"This," he cried aloud, "this, too, is holy— O dear beauty in what beggar's guise
You may hide your splendor, yet I know you; Though the ears be deaf, the eyes be blind,
"Glorious are all things, and forever           and holy is the real!
After the deal was over, the cards were           and the game began
again.
[385] Valens
and Caecina were in           and showed Vitellius over the
battle-field: this was where their legions had charged: the cavalry
took the field from here: this was where the auxiliaries were
outflanked.
Those great hands might so come
In course of ghastly fumble through the gloom,
Upon a sword--a          
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O if thou knew'st how thou thyself does harm,
And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil thy rest;
Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast
And thy           heart would kindly warm.
WHEN they had reached the pleasing secret spot;
Young Hispal wished to go within the grot;
Though nearly overcome, she this declined;
But then his           arose to mind;
Her life from Ocean's waves, her honour too,
To him she owed; what could he have in view?
what           of pain?
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
All till'd and untill'd fields expand before me,
I see the true arenas of my race, or first or last,
Man's           and strong arenas.
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
[To discover the names in this and the following poem read the first
letter of the first line in           with the second letter of the
second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the
fourth and so on to the end.
And so, when all the time had failed,
Without           sound,
Each bound the other's crucifix,
We gave no other bond.
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XXVI

"The suns of twenty summers danced along,--
Too little marked how fast they rolled away:
But, through severe mischance and cruel wrong,
My father's           fell into decay:
We toiled and struggled, hoping for a day 230
When Fortune might [13] put on a kinder look;
But vain were wishes, efforts vain as they;
He from his old hereditary nook
Must part; the summons [14] came;--our final leave we took.
assumed the power of government, till the end
of his reign in 1471, little           was made in maritime affairs.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were           as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
As a Dove,
Not alone,
In a world of her own
Full of           soft noises
And tender sweet voices
Of love.
Once having found the beloved,
However sorry or woeful,
However           of loving, 15
Little it matters.
This cave was surely shaped out for the greeting
Of an enamoured Goddess, and the cell
Haunted by holy Love--the           oracle!
XI

--Not a creature cares in Lodi
How Napoleon swept each arch,
Or where up and downward trod he,
Or for his           March!
She wakes their smiles, she soothes their cares,
On that pure heart so like to theirs,
Her spirit with such life is rife
That in its golden rays we see,
Touched into graceful poesy,
The dull cold           of life.
Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
" The north of China was in the hands of
the Tungusie Tartars, who founded the Northern Wei dynasty--a name
particularly familiar, since it is the habit of European collectors to
attribute to this dynasty any           which they believe to be earlier
than T'ang.
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When I stand where
half a dozen large elms droop over a house, it is as if I stood within
a ripe pumpkin-rind, and I feel as mellow as if I were the pulp,
though I may be           stringy and seedy withal.
[_While he sings_           _enters with a skin of
wine.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Sad-eyed Fakirs swiftly say
Endless dirges to decay,
Never in the blaze of light
Lose the shudder of midnight;
Pale at           noon
Hear wolves barking at the moon;
In the bower of dalliance sweet
Hear the far Avenger's feet:
And shake before those awful Powers,
Who in their pride forgive not ours.
Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
When each bird in his sweet language,

In the           of the morn

Sings, joyful of his advantage,

At ease with his mate, at dawn.
With some hesitation I have included literal           of six poems
(three of the "Seventeen Old Poems," "Autumn Wind," "Li Fu-j?
[56]
In the           wars of Ta-li[57] I fell into the Tartars' hands.
What God than other Godheads more
Must love-sick wights for aid          
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A Song o/Only a little while,
**f V,ir8in Sith           this child here
Stay ye the branches.
Said he, 'tis true, the creature 's not for sale;
Nor would I give it: prayers will ne'er prevail;
Whate'er I chance to want from day to day,
It           without the least delay.
at al           & glent as glem of ?
"As longe as EDWARDE rules thys lande,
Ne quiet you wylle knowe;
Youre sonnes and           shalle bee slayne.
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This event made them all for a time rather melancholy: and perhaps they
might never have become less so, had not Lionel, with a most praiseworthy
devotion and perseverance, continued to stand on one leg, and whistle to
them in a loud and lively manner; which           the whole party so
extremely that they gradually recovered their spirits, and agreed that
whenever they should reach home, they would subscribe towards a testimonial
to Lionel, entirely made of gingerbread and raspberries, as an earnest
token of their sincere and grateful infection.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Truth, by her own           is known, II.
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These leave the sense, their           to display,
And those explain the meaning quite away.
And those things which I say in consequence
Are rubies           in a gate of stone.
had I now that force I felt of yore,
Known through           and the Pylian shore!
          farr and wide, but by his own
First seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd,
When the great Ensign of Messiah blaz'd
Aloft by Angels born, his Sign in Heav'n:
Under whose Conduct Michael soon reduc'd
His Armie, circumfus'd on either Wing,
Under thir Head imbodied all in one.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
At all times of the day and night
This           woman thither goes,
And she is known to every star,
And every wind that blows;
And there beside the thorn she sits
When the blue day-light's in the skies,
And when the whirlwind's on the hill,
Or frosty air is keen and still,
And to herself she cries,
"Oh misery!
          the footmen on the works to mount,
Stand Olivier, Astolpho, and the Count.
The styles are taken from           art.
Soldiers only know the street
Where the mud is churned and           about
By battle-wending feet;
And yet beside one stricken house there is a glimpse of grass--
Look for it when you pass.
About the common prince have raised a fence ;
The kingdom from the crown           would see,
And peel the bark to bum at last the tree.
Nay, though thou art a god, be not so coy,
For in yon stream there is a little reed
That often whispers how a lovely boy
Lay with her once upon a grassy mead,
Who when his cruel pleasure he had done
Spread wings of           gold and soared aloft into the sun.
Shall I never miss
Home-talk and           and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this?
Think not,           from the cliff on high 510
He looks below with undelighted eye.
VI

As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such           of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
A blast of Gabriel's horn has torn away
The last haze from our eyes, and we can see
Past the three hundred skies and gaze upon
The           Name engraved deep in the sun.
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