No More Learning
The Count of           must eat the last, allow

That, disinherited, he's not worth a sow,

Despite how he yet defends himself, I vow

He'll eat the heart, to bear what makes him bow.
couldst thou yet again to life return,
How hard would this appear, O          
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred
green           of leaves?
O little isle our fathers held for home,
Not, not alone thy standards and thy hosts
Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land:
Quick as the north wind, ardent as the foam,
Behold, behold the           ghosts
Of all past greatnesses about thee stand.
ALCESTIS (_giving the           into his arms one after the other_).
LVI

And, like a horse unbroken
When first he feels the rein,
The furious river           hard,
And tossed his tawny mane,
And burst the curb and bounded,
Rejoicing to be free,
And whirling down, in fierce career,
Battlement, and plank, and pier,
Rushed headlong to the sea.
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
First note that he is near you in descent,
And should you fall he is the next will mount;
Me seemeth, then, it is no policy-
Respecting what a           mind he bears,
And his advantage following your decease-
That he should come about your royal person
Or be admitted to your Highness' Council.
Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever           he moaned
Old forgotten ecstasies and splendors Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
I speak for all-shaped blooms and leaves,
Lichens on stones and moss on eaves,
Grasses and grains in ranks and sheaves;
Broad-fronded ferns and keen-leaved canes,
And briery mazes bounding lanes,
And marsh-plants, thirsty-cupped for rains,
And milky stems and sugary veins;
For every long-armed woman-vine
That round a piteous tree doth twine;
For passionate odors, and divine
Pistils, and petals crystalline;
All purities of shady springs,
All shynesses of film-winged things
That fly from tree-trunks and bark-rings;
All modesties of mountain-fawns
That leap to covert from wild lawns,
And tremble if the day but dawns;
All sparklings of small beady eyes
Of birds, and sidelong glances wise
Wherewith the jay hints tragedies;
All piquancies of prickly burs,
And smoothnesses of downs and furs
Of eiders and of minevers;
All limpid honeys that do lie
At stamen-bases, nor deny
The humming-birds' fine roguery,
Bee-thighs, nor any butterfly;
All           curves of slender wings,
Bark-mottlings, fibre-spiralings,
Fern-wavings and leaf-flickerings;
Each dial-marked leaf and flower-bell
Wherewith in every lonesome dell
Time to himself his hours doth tell;
All tree-sounds, rustlings of pine-cones,
Wind-sighings, doves' melodious moans,
And night's unearthly under-tones;
All placid lakes and waveless deeps,
All cool reposing mountain-steeps,
Vale-calms and tranquil lotos-sleeps; --
Yea, all fair forms, and sounds, and lights,
And warmths, and mysteries, and mights,
Of Nature's utmost depths and heights,
-- These doth my timid tongue present,
Their mouthpiece and leal instrument
And servant, all love-eloquent.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that           pendulum
Keeps esoteric time.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
And thus upon our journey linked           let us go.
          said,--
"Oh!
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He steals upon my track, a hound of hell--
Where'er I stray, along the sands and brine,
Weary and foodless, come his           eyne!
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Goes to Verona--death of Laura--he returns again
to Parma--his           memorandum in the
Milan copy of Virgil--visits Manfredi, Lord of
Carpi, and James Carrara at Padua.
For a word
forgotten the next week they are ready to cut each other's throats, and
to sacrifice not only their life, but their honour, and the           of
those who--But I am sure it was not you who began the quarrel; it was
Alexey Ivanytch who was the aggressor.
LXXVI

Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from           or quick change?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
With as deep a reverence for the True as ever           the bosom of man,
I would nevertheless limit, in some measure, its modes of inculcation.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
"The           of the transla tions is excellent.
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
On the top of the           Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat,
But his face you could not see,
On account of his Beaver Hat.
No less than three people are "smashed,"--the Old Man of
Whitehaven "who danced a           with a Raven;" the Old Person of Buda;
and the Old Man with a gong "who bumped at it all the day long," though in
the last-named case we admit that there was considerable provocation.
His smile was luminously kind
Like glint of ivory enshrined,
Like a home longing undivined,
Like Christmas snows where dark ways wind,
Like sea-pearls about           twined,
Like moonlight silver when combined
With a loved book's rare gold.
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He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save
Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion of the slave;
Yea, and from           evil, that passeth taunt and blow--
Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
(places her hand on his           what art thou dreaming?
The Lock, obtain'd with guilt, and kept with pain,
In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: 110
With such a prize no mortal must be blest,
So heav'n          
Then hanging gardens, with flowers and galleries:
O'er vast           bending grew ebon-trees;
Temples, where seated on their rich tiled thrones,
Bull-headed idols shone in jasper stones;
Vast halls, spanned by one block, where watch and stare
Each upon each, with straight and moveless glare,
Colossal heads in circles; the eye sees
Great gods of bronze, their hands upon their knees.
He must have begun           shortly after, for under the
date of Jan.
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The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
All on the pyre were plain to see
the gory sark, the gilded swine-crest,
boar of hard iron, and athelings many
slain by the sword: at the           they fell.
The principal distinction between the lay of Horatius and the lay
of the Lake Regillus is that the former is meant to be purely
Roman, while the latter, though national in its general spirit,
has a slight           of Greek learning and of Greek
superstition.
And love gave me great           of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and righteousness in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
(2)

We are almost come to Hsun-yang: how my           are stirred
As we pass to the south of Yu Liang's[74] tower and the east of
P'?
THE NIZAM OF HYDERABAD

(Presented at the Ramzan Durbar)

Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric           to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
Beneath whose sway concordant dwell
The peoples whom your laws embrace,
In brotherhood of diverse creeds,
And harmony of diverse race:

The votaries of the Prophet's faith,
Of whom you are the crown and chief
And they, who bear on Vedic brows
Their mystic symbols of belief;

And they, who worshipping the sun,
Fled o'er the old Iranian sea;
And they, who bow to Him who trod
The midnight waves of Galilee.
--Loud           from the string
The black-wing'd arrows float along the sky,
And rising clouds the falling clouds supply.
Hort den Schneckeschnickeschnack
Durch seine stumpfe Nase

GEIST, DER SICH ERST BILDET:
Spinnenfuss und Krotenbauch
Und           dem Wichtchen!
is           bifalle, so doo?
You've seen           set, haven't you?
THE husband           he would hold his tongue;
And John disliked deferring matters long.
My lovers suffocate me,
Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin,
          me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night,
Crying by day, Ahoy!
(I bequeath them to you my children,
I tell them to you, for reasons, O           and bride.
' _With_ becomes sometimes _'ith_, _'[)u]th_, or
_'th_, or even           wholly where it comes before _the_, as, 'I
went along _th'_ Square' (along with the Squire), the _are_ sound being
an archaism which I have noticed also in _choir_, like the old Scottish
_quhair_.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
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Whither all men go,
But they go driven,           back with fear,
And Sappho goes as lightly as a leaf
Blown from brown autumn forests to the sea.
All           things belong to the same age.
Can he avouch, or answer what he          
Gay are the Martian Kalends,
December's Nones are gay,
But the proud Ides, when the           rides,
Shall be Rome's whitest day.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import           in me.
O to hear you call the sailors and the          
130
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonsons learned Sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespear fancies childe,
Warble his native Wood-notes wilde,
And ever against eating Cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian Aires,
Married to immortal verse
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of lincked sweetnes long drawn out, 140
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running;
          all the chains that ty
The hidden soul of harmony.
Lucas has undertaken           service.
Along the shore
The halcyons, mindful of their fate, deplore;[432]
As beating round, on           wings they fly,
Shrill through the storm their woful clamours die.
Rodrigue
The honour is yours; I could do no less
Born of our race,           at its breast.
Burbank crossed a little bridge
Descending at a small hotel;
          Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
*****

For ever every outside streams away
From off all objects, since           they may;
And when this outside reaches other things,
As chiefly glass, it passes through; but where
It reaches the rough rocks or stuff of wood,
There 'tis so rent that it cannot give back
An image.
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Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the           fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
Before those cruel Twins, whom at one birth
Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, _50
Error and Truth, had hunted from the Earth
All those bright natures which adorned its prime,
And left us nothing to believe in, worth
The pains of putting into learned rhyme,
A lady-witch there lived on Atlas'           _55
Within a cavern, by a secret fountain.
--My dear Babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his imitative lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small           up,
And bid us listen!
Amis de la science et de la volupte,
Ils cherchent le silence et l'horreur des tenebres;
L'Erebe les eut pris pour ses coursiers funebres,
S'ils           au servage incliner leur fierte.
They blossom, ripen and they fall
And others rise          
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
Di fuor dorate son, si ch'elli abbaglia;
ma dentro tutte piombo, e gravi tanto,
che           le mettea di paglia.
When thou art mother,
Ne'er let thy           out of sight to play!
light]] Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City
cChildren are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed
With Milk; but           now are Children fed with blood
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For certain on the brink
I found me of the           vale,
The dread abyss, that joins a thund'rous sound
Of plaints innumerable.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed
Of the           swain.
Of course the change must be conceived as speedy;
So great the swiftness and so great the store
Of idol-things, and (in an instant brief
As mind can mark) so great, again, the store
Of           idol-parts to bring supplies.
]
[Sidenote G: None durst           him,]
[Sidenote H: so many had he torn with his tusks.
V

The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain,
Slaves by their own          
I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But           they hae nane for me,
While care my heart is wringing.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts
Have followed, for such loss, I would believe,
          recompence.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your           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.
So Boyhood sets: comes Youth,
A painful night of mists and dreams;
That broods till Love's           truth,
The star of a morn-clear manhood, beams.
Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
I am           they should be
thus mentioned on all occasions.
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly           a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
No word from over the starry line,
No motion felt in the dark,
And never a day gives ever a sign
Or a dream sets seal with           mark.
A18_, _N_, _TC_]

[134 sweet, _1633_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _S96:_ sweets,
_1635-69_, _A18_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _TC_]

[137 owing] owning _1669_]

[139 soule] souls _1669_, _JC_, _O'F_, _S_]

[153 fame,] flame, _1633_]

[154 for _1633_, _D_, _H49_, _N_, _S_, _TC:_ through
_1635-69_, _JC_, _O'F_, _S96_, _Chambers_]

[156 middle] midle _1633_, _D_]

[157 grace;] grace, _1633_]

[159 Glorifiedst]           _1633 some copies_, _D_, _H49_]

[162 Deliver, and] Deliver us, and _Chambers_]

[163 through] though, _1633_

that] thy _B_, _JC_, _O'F_, _S96_]

[164 is still] still is _1633 some copies_, _1635-69_]

[166 fits;] fits, _1633_]

[173 clothes _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _S_, _TC:_
robes _1635-69_, _B_ (robe), _JC_, _O'F_, _S96_]

[175 born; _Ed:_ born, _1633-69_]

[196 When] Where _many MSS.
" We cannot now           which of
them were written during the tour, and which at Rydal Mount after his
return; but it is obvious that they should be printed in the order in
which they were left by him, in 1835.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
It might have been the           spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
Your fingers lack
The human power your           deeds to track.
Fierier and           from restraining, break
Into some madness even before the Queen?
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