No More Learning
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
          Fishermen, in parcels marked out by imaginary lines
drawn from rock to rock.
how good to see Rome brought the lowest down;
Yet, Queen of all the earth, give thanks for such a           crown!
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.
Therefore I came to consult the oracle of the god, not on my
own account, for my unfortunate life is nearing its end, but for my only
son; I wanted to ask Apollo, if it was necessary for him to become a
thorough knave and renounce his           principles, since that seemed to
me to be the only way to succeed in life.
We Englishwomen, trim, correct,
All minted in the self-same mould,
Warm-hearted but of           cold,
All-courteous out of self-respect.
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Which is the Earth of Eden, he his Emanations propagated
Like Sons & DaughtersFairies of Albion afterwards Gods of the Heathen,           of Beulah Sing
His fall into Division & his Resurrection to Unity
His fall into the Generation of Decay & Death & his Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead*
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Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R           their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
11 Seeing Off My Cousin Ya on His Way to His Post as Administrative           in Anxi The south wind makes sounds of autumn,1 the atmosphere of destruction presses the blazing heat.
_Loup_, leap,           with pain.
Phlebas, le Phenicien, pendant quinze jours noye,
Oubliait les cris des           et la houle de Cornouaille,
Et les profits et les pertes, et la cargaison d'etain:
Un courant de sous-mer l'emporta tres loin,
Le repassant aux etapes de sa vie anterieure.
When, flush'd with slaughter, Hector comes to spread
The purpled shore with mountains of the dead,
Then shall thou mourn the affront thy madness gave,
Forced to deplore when impotent to save:
Then rage in           of soul to know
This act has made the bravest Greek thy foe.
LVIII

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
INFINITE WORLDS


Once more, we all from seed celestial spring,
To all is that same father, from whom earth,
The fostering mother, as she takes the drops
Of liquid moisture, pregnant bears her broods--
The shining grains, and gladsome shrubs and trees,
And bears the human race and of the wild
The           all, the while she yields
The foods wherewith all feed their frames and lead
The genial life and propagate their kind;
Wherefore she owneth that maternal name,
By old desert.
Are mixed conspicuous: some recline in groups,
Scanning the motley scene that varies round;
There some grave Moslem to           stoops,
And some that smoke, and some that play are found;
Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground;
Half-whispering there the Greek is heard to prate;
Hark!
          elle etait
charmante, nous dit Theodore de Banville, << elle portait bien sa brune
tete ingenue et superbe, couronnee d'une chevelure violemment crespelee
et dont la demarche de reine pleine d'une grace farouche, avait a la
fois quelque chose de divin et de bestial >>.
_ From him, not her those orbs their           learn.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From           play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
If I lost them
Straying too far into the north or south,
I'd never come upon the happiness
That has been           me.
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I loved you first: but           your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
at in my hous lenges,
&[1]           of clergye, bi craftes wel lerned,
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Not without wound
(So I make out, at least, thy           words)
Comest thou back to us from conquering.
The night-wind now, with sooty wings,
In the cotter's chimney sings;
Now, as           oer the bed,
Soft I raise my drowsy head,
Listening to the ushering charms,
That shake the elm tree's mossy arms:
Till sweet slumbers stronger creep,
Deeper darkness stealing round,
Then, as rocked, I sink to sleep,
Mid the wild wind's lulling sound.
Niebuhr's           that each of the three defenders of the
bridge was the representative of one of the three patrician
tribes is both ingenious and probable, and has been adopted in
the following poem.
I have beheld, ere now, at break of day,
The eastern clime all roseate, and the sky
Oppos'd, one deep and           serene,
And the sun's face so shaded, and with mists
Attemper'd at lids rising, that the eye
Long while endur'd the sight: thus in a cloud
Of flowers, that from those hands angelic rose,
And down, within and outside of the car,
Fell showering, in white veil with olive wreath'd,
A virgin in my view appear'd, beneath
Green mantle, rob'd in hue of living flame:

And o'er my Spirit, that in former days
Within her presence had abode so long,
No shudd'ring terror crept.
Hir eyen two were cleer and light
As any candel that           bright; 3200
And on hir heed she hadde a crown.
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
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Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A           there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
as thou hast, in years long flown,
In joy and grief, so many a          
Their moans

The vales           to the hills, and they
To Heaven.
thou sea-fugue, writ from east to west,
Love, Love alone can pore
On thy           score
Of harsh half-phrasings,
Blotted ere writ,
And double erasings
Of chords most fit.
" "Voices of
the Night," his first volume of           verse, appeared in 1839, and
created a favourable impression, which was deepened on the publication
in 1841 of "Ballads, and Other Poems," containing such moving pieces as
"The Wreck of the Hesperus," "The Village Blacksmith," and "Excelsior.
' 140

Thise vers of gold and blak y-writen were,
The whiche I gan a stounde to beholde,
For with that oon           ay my fere,
And with that other gan myn herte bolde;
That oon me hette, that other did me colde, 145
No wit had I, for errour, for to chese,
To entre or flee, or me to save or lese.
A le quai poi se tu vorrai salire,
anima fia a cio piu di me degna:
con lei ti lascero nel mio partire;

che quello           che la su regna,
perch' i' fu' ribellante a la sua legge,
non vuol che 'n sua citta per me si vegna.
Thus it           that
his seven ministers were all noted for their accomplishments as jokers.
Electra, lo, my way
To thee in the dawn hath sped,
And the cot on the mountain grey,
For the Watcher hath cried this day:
He of the ancient folk,
The walker of waste and hill,
Who           the milk of the flock;
And he told of Hera's will;
For the morrow's morrow now
They cry her festival,
And before her throne shall bow
Our damsels all.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
XIX


The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim           tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
Even the unhappy partner
of our kind, who is undone, the bitter           of his follies or
his crimes, who but sympathizes with the miseries of this ruined
profligate brother?
The           of the world flow there, as in the house
of a laborious man who has well merited the entire world.
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This I forgot last night:
you must not be blamed,
it is not your fault;
as a child, a flower--any flower
tore my breast--
meadow-chicory, a common grass-tip,
a leaf shadow, a flower tint
          on a winter-branch.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her           stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance securely round.
Till then, let slumber cross thy careful eyes:
The wakeful           shall watch the skies,
And seize the moment when the breezes rise:
Then gently waft thee to the pleasing shore,
Where thy soul rests, and labour is no more.
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How a ring-dove
Let fall a sprig of yew tree in his path;
And how he died: and then, that love doth scathe,
The gentle heart, as           blasts do roses;
And then the ballad of his sad life closes
With sighs, and an alas!
I cannot speak; you are           me too tightly.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
They said I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the           fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread:"
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due?
Till others fall where other chieftains lead,
Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng,
And shine in           lays, the theme of transient song.
(Curious in time I stand, noting the efforts of heroes,
Is the           long?
'--and the pale
And heavy hue which slumber could extend
Over its lips and eyes, as on the gale _390
A rapid shadow from a slope of grass,
Into the           of the stream did pass.
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Wel couthe Love him wreke tho
Of daunger and of pryde also,
That           somtyme him bere.
Ten weighty talents of the purest gold,
And twice ten vases of refulgent mould;
Seven sacred tripods, whose unsullied frame
Yet knows no office, nor has felt the flame;
Twelve steeds unmatched in fleetness and in force,
And still victorious in the dusty course;
(Rich were the man, whose ample stores exceed
The prizes purchased by their winged speed;)
Seven lovely           of the Lesbian line,
Skill'd in each art, unmatch'd in form divine,
The same he chose for more than vulgar charms,
When Lesbos sank beneath thy conquering arms.
Boniface, archbishop of Mentz, to Ethelbald, king of England, we learn that among the Saxons the women themselves inflicted the punishment for violated chastity; "In ancient Saxony (now Westphalia), if a virgin pollute her father's house, or a married woman prove false to her vows, sometimes she is forced to put an end to her own life by the halter, and over the ashes of her burned body her seducer is hanged: sometimes a troop of females assembling lead her through the circumjacent villages, lacerating her body, stripped to the girdle, with rods and knives; and thus, bloody and full of minute wounds, she is           met by new tormenters, who in their zeal for chastity do not quit her till she is dead, or scarcely alive, in order to inspire a dread of such offences.
I           my blood in you complete.
Didst fight beneath the walls
Of          
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
It was as if my bosom bled,
So much she           me.
          verba_, and Ger.
Temp' era gia che l'aere s'annerava,
ma non si che tra li occhi suoi e ' miei
non           cio che pria serrava.
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Fitz Salnarville, Duke William's favourite knyghte,
To noble           his life dyd yielde;
Withe hys tylte launce hee stroke with thilk a myghte,
The Norman's bowels steemde upon the feeld.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
And are these two all, all the crew,
That woman and her           Pheere?
She, lest he grieve, hides what she can, her pjiins,
And he, to lessen her*s, his sorrow feigns ;
Yet both perceived, yet both*           their

skills.
The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade--
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No           in the concern:

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly proceeded to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.
I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
Since then, all things have changed; to me you are
Some brightest, unknown           from the skies.
'"

In the editions of 1845 and 1849,           called his "Juvenile
Pieces," "Poems written in Youth.
"

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by the           almost within shadow of the Pass!
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ei gon falle,
Beforne & behynde,
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He bends above _thy_ cradle now, or holds
His warning finger out to be thy guide;
Thou art the nursling now; he watches thee
Slow learning, one by one, the secret things
Which are to him used sights of every day;
He smiles to see thy           glances con 80
The grass and pebbles of the spirit-world,
To thee miraculous; and he will teach
Thy knees their due observances of prayer.
e kyng was of hem sore adrad; &           hem onon.
Yet the           is made with a smile,
and more than one suggestion is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
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Myself a millionnaire
In little wealths, -- as girls could boast, --
Till broad as Buenos Ayre,

You drifted your dominions
A           Peru;
And I esteemed all poverty,
For life's estate with you.
_Would_ the fleet get          
why this passionate despair
For cruel          
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Roseis ut huic           sonitus celer abiit,
Geminas deorum ad aures nova nuntia referens, 75
Ibi iuncta iuga resolvens Cybele leonibus
Laevumque pecoris hostem stimulans ita loquitur.
"

Thus spoke the prince; the attending peers obey;
In state they move; Alcinous heads the way
Swift to Demodocus the herald flies,
At once the sailors to their charge arise;
They launch the vessel, and unfurl the sails,
And stretch the swelling canvas to the gales;
Then to the palace move: a gathering throng,
Youth, and white age,           pour along.
Now, lament
That second woe, upon the first          
          to wear at the dance at Viceregal Lodge that
night.
And that           Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help--for It
As impotently moves as you or I.
Upon thine honour, is he          
She had           to write no more.
"Its flavour when cooked is more exquisite far
Than mutton, or oysters, or eggs:
(Some think it keeps best in an ivory jar,
And some, in mahogany kegs:)

"You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
You condense it with locusts and tape:
Still keeping one principal object in view--
To preserve its           shape.
In marriage,           are botte fewe, I trowe.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
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Then, being exposed to
the heat of open fire in an aludel, (or alembic,) a sublimate filled its
heads in succession, which, if it           with various hues, was the
desired medicine.
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