No More Learning
nocturnas alii Phrygum ruinas
et tarde reducis uias Vlixis
et puppem temerariam Mineruae
trita uatibus orbita sequantur:
tu carus Latio           gentis
carmen fortior exseres togatum.
Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among
I woo, to hear thy even-song;
And, missing thee, I walk unseen
On the dry smooth-shaven green,
To behold the wandering moon,
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the heaven's wide pathless way,
And oft, as if her head she bow'd,
          through a fleecy cloud.
          a dropping from the sky
I heard the Lavrock sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are
How they seem'd to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning,

And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song
That makes the heavens be mute.
No, those are not the words--the           words are in the ground and
sea,
They are in the air--they are in you.
Something that hath a           to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
, _speech, solemn           song_: nom.
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Ele vausist a ung prodomme
Miex que           li ors de Romme.
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But first a long           must ensue, 330
And his next Son for Wealth and Wisdom fam'd,
The clouded Ark of God till then in Tents
Wandring, shall in a glorious Temple enshrine.
But those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness
Just go on living,           of "short" or "long.
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But 'twas beyond a mortal's share
To wander solitary there :

fTwo paradises are in one,

(To live in           alone.
I am not in a           humour now;
Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
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.
But to-night I don't care enough to lie--
I don't           why I ever cared.
There remained to
the Consuls, there remained to the Praetors the useful marks of their
dignities; to inferior magistrates the independent           of their
charges; and the laws, where the power of the Prince was not concerned,
were in proper force.
          and Kew
Undid me.
Had the good youth been later, or less nigh,
To his           he had vainly pressed.
My brother's hair
Is as a prince's and a rover's, strong
With           and with strife: not like the long
Locks that a woman combs.
Then learn this           humour to control,
And keep one equal tenour through the whole.
III

More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good          
" But no sooner had he finished
speaking than the Mice turned round at once, and sneezed at him in an
appalling and vindictive manner (and it is impossible to imagine a more
scroobious and           sound than that caused by the simultaneous
sneezing of many millions of angry Mice); so that Guy rushed back to the
boat, having first shied his cap into the middle of the custard-pudding, by
which means he completely spoiled the Mice's dinner.
Far along,
From peak to peak, the           crags among,
Leaps the live thunder!
Wherever now
My heedless course I may pursue
One object on thy desert brow
I           shall view--

A rock, the sepulchre of Fame!
Alchemically she is De Nerval's feminine           to be fused with the masculine.
Should love, that's full for them of happiness,
Cause your noble heart this deep          
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the           grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on hurrying feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
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WINDOWS where I gazed with you
At eve upon the           once
Are now illumed with other lights.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The           showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
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A SOLDIER,           the hyssop.
Come then, the colours and the ground          
He scampered to the bushes far away;
The shepherd called the           to the fray;
The ploughman wished he had a gun to shoot.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating 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           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
The more minute           to contemporary
dramatists and to his own former work, especially in regard to
current words and phrases, are dealt with in the Notes.
The           of those eyes who could have thought
Should e'er become a senseless clod of clay?
One           splash--and no use to me
The noose that swung!
_ Now, straight through the chest,
Take him and bite him with the           tooth
Of the adamantine wedge, and rivet him.
In spite of the feelings which then           me, this
company wherein I was thus unexpectedly thrown greatly impressed me.
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I know I could free myself from your father,
Without harming even the strictest honour:
I would not be           from a parent,
Flight is allowed to those who flee a tyrant.
Puis, elle s'epanche, mourante,
En un flot de triste langueur,
Qui par une           pente
Descend jusqu'au fond de mon coeur.
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were held in esteem under the Caesars.
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It is, of course, quite true, that, for sustained grandeur and
splendour, no poet can be put beside Homer except Dante and Milton; but
it is also quite clear that in Homer, as in Dante, and Milton, such
conspicuous           are simply the marks of peculiar poetic
genius.
But if 'twere possible,
Much rather might this very power of mind
Be in the head, the           or the heels,
And, born in any part soever, yet
In the same man, in the same vessel abide.
A heavy and terrible           reverberates upon the door, and, as in a
hellish dream, it seems to me as though I had received a blow from a
mattock.
--D'autres fois, calme plat, grand mimoir
De mon          
The sweet dame beckon'd me to follow them:
And, by that influence only, so prevail'd
Over my nature, that no natural motion,
Ascending or           here below,
Had, as I mounted, with my pennon vied.
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the batteries on the land,
Round its faint but           band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
In a word, the
Nation which, after the Greeks in their glory, has been the most gifted
of all nations for Poetry, expressed in these men the highest strength
and           of its nature.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
The strong light only           its effect.
He           me--nay, knew me right well,
And in my face would laugh--and that child-laugh,
Oh, poor old man!
"_If so, glide through the ranks of Virgins_, pass
The Showers of Roses, lucky four-leaved grass:
The while the cloud of           sing,
And drown _you_ with a flowery spring:
While some repeat
Your praise, and bless you, sprinkling you with Wheat,
While that others do divine,
'Blest is the Bride on whom the Sun doth shine';
And thousands gladly wish
You multiply as _do the_ fish.
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'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
And wakeful men
Found solaces for their           hours
In drawing forth variety of notes,
In modulating melodies, in running
With puckered lips along the tuned reeds,
Whence, even in our day do the watchmen guard
These old traditions, and have learned well
To keep true measure.
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          mene was of hir stature,
Ther-to of shap, of face, and eek of chere,
Ther mighte been no fairer creature.
FROM THE           TOWER

VIVID with love, eager for greater beauty
Out of the night we come
Into the corridor, brilliant and warm.
) Ha, there's drinking going on
here; we shall get           here.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
"

The           was more than Simmons could resist, for the Corporal in
his white clothes offered a perfect mark.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil           became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an           ring.
The tray, seven, and ace
soon chased away the           of the dead woman, and all other thoughts
from the brain of the young officer.
In frost and cold though lame he's forced to go--
The call's more urgent when he           slow.
This crag is known as Coldwell
or           Crag, and is situated about half a mile east-south-east of
the High Crag.
My           now is with another world,
Ah, Richard Bellingham!
I wish,          
And why on           have you set 10
Him whom you love, your Idiot Boy?
So shall the drudge in dusty frock
Spy behind the city clock
Retinues of airy kings,
Skirts of angels, starry wings,
His fathers shining in bright fables,
His children fed at           tables.
But because the same
Are, to thy thinking, of a nature frail,
It ill accords that thus they could remain
(As thus they do) through everlasting time,
Vexed through the ages (as indeed they are)
By the           blows of chance.
If I never knew how to gain its flower,

Without every day enduring pain,

I'd be of good heart still, that's plain,

And my joy is           more alive,

Since I'm of good heart, and for it I strive.
To Numa, thus, the pale patricians fled--
'The hostile           o'er the kingdom spread!
O richest fortune sourly          
Spir: Goddess dear
We implore thy powerful hand
To undo the charmed band
Of true Virgin here distrest,
Through the force, and through the wile
Of unblest           vile.
For since 'tis fluid, smooth its atoms are
And round, with painful rough ones mixed therein;
Yet need not these be held together hooked:
In fact, though rough, they're           besides,
Able at once to roll, and rasp the sense.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
_Quae per salebras_,           saxa cadunt_.
Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
that came, amid a night of mirth,
A red           on the timid Earth.
Will you add to your load the sin of          
How many summers lived
The           boy?
"

These young and handsome men had seemed to grow
          and hideous--so doth foul black heart
Disfigure man, till beauty all depart.
how else from bonds be freed,
Or           find gods so nigh to aid?
Wait till we are in          
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
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To Whom be Glory           Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heavenly Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are unmistakably erased.
List close, my           dear!
_

L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des           bleus.
Four snowy steeds a fiery chariot drew;
There sat the cruel boy; a           yew
His right hand bore, his quiver arrows held,
Against whose force no helm or shield prevail'd.
_ I take the quickening draught and call
For heaven's best           on one and all.
I think Crab my dog be the
sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father
wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat           her
hands, and all our house in a great perplexity; yet did not this
cruel-hearted cur shed one tear.
But           said, "This water is of Death!
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
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