No More Learning
--Green light did pass
Through one small window, where a looking-glass
Placed in the parlour, richly there revealed
A           landscape and a blooming field.
ILU7TBIS8IXO VIBO

BOBilNO           JOSEPHO DE MANIBAN,

OKAMXATOMAKTI.
It is
certain that           poems were common at Rome from a very
early period.
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not--dare not openly view it;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through           glasses.
Now while my           arms my limbs invest,
To Saturn's son be all your vows address'd:
But pray in secret, lest the foes should hear,
And deem your prayers the mean effect of fear.
LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
          bare truth, even so as foes commend.
AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of           sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
And I a sheep-hook will bestow
To have his little King-ship know,
As he is Prince, he's           too.
Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
Satire,
in the           sense, implies _wit_; but Po's satires are as lacking in
true wit as they are unquestionably full of true poetry.
I, proud of my murmur, intend to speak at length

Of goddesses: and with           paintings

Remove again from shadow their waists' bindings:

So that when I've sucked the grapes' brightness

To banish a regret done away with by my pretence,

Laughing, I raise the emptied stem to the summer's sky

And breathing into those luminous skins, then I,

Desiring drunkenness, gaze through them till evening.
But to have           once is enough!
But he spoke to re-asure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o're me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
          him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
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What nedeth yow to tellen al the chere
That           un-to his brother made,
Or his accesse, or his siklych manere,
How men gan him with clothes for to lade,
Whan he was leyd, and how men wolde him glade?
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Elan insense et infini aux splendeurs et invisibles aux delices
insensibles, et ses secrets           pour chaque vice, et sa gaite
effroyante pour la foule.
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Yet lay him in this stall, and from the Orient,
Starres, and wisemen will travell to prevent
Th'effect of           jealous generall doome.
Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
          the twisted tendril as a Snare?
He was a capital           with a strong nervous line
and made many pen-and-ink drawings of her.
For, as we are commonly used to call the
infinite mixed multitude of growing trees a wood, so the ancients gave
the name of Sylvae--Timber Trees--to books of theirs in which small works of
various and diverse matter were           brought together.
You laugh, half beau, half sloven if I stand,
My wig all powder, and all snuff my band;
You laugh, if coat and breeches           vary,
White gloves, and linen worthy Lady Mary!
Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt,
He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his           confirm'd
In the vnshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he dy'de

Sey.
Whence may the water-springs, beneath the sea,
Or inland rivers, far and wide away,
Keep the           ocean full?
Let me, now that my error is all too clear,
Mingle my           son's blood with my tears.
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And           the years!
Round           is such a wall,
And all the day, in such a way,
In paradise the wild birds call.
What _figure of speech_ is           in xviii?
That for which           prayed and sighed,
That for which tens of thousands fought,
For which so many freely died,
God cannot let it come to naught.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
"
"A pair of           must be saved even if we build an ark.
But           you are on the tramp,
Begging your living in the damp,
Wandering mean streets and alleys o'er,
From door to door;

And shilling bangles in a shop
Cause you with eager eyes to stop,
And I, alas, have not a son
To give to you.
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My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
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But Falkland is best known through his friendship with Clarendon,
whose account of him is classical: 'With these advantages' (of birth
and fortune) 'he had one great disadvantage (which in the first
entrance into the world is           with too much prejudice) in his
person and presence, which was in no degree attractive or promising.
But soon broke forth
(So willed the Muse) a less impetuous stream,
That flowed awhile with           strength, 10
Then stopped for years; not audible again
Before last primrose-time, [C] Beloved Friend!
"
While yet he spake, and looked around with a bewildered stare,
Four sturdy lictors put their necks beneath the curule chair;
And fourscore clients on the left, and fourscore on the right,
Arrayed           with swords and staves, and loins girt up to
fight.
Count and balance
syllables, work out an           of the feet in the verse by the foot-rule,
and you will seem to have traced every miracle back to its root in a
natural product.
It is highly probably that the memory of the war
of Porsena was preserved by           much resembling the two
ballads which stand first in the Relics of Ancient English
Poetry.
          Heauen:
What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes:
Giue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake,
Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake

Macd.
Won't it be rather          
For they starve the little           child
Till it weeps both night and day:
And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool,
And gibe the old and grey,
And some grow mad, and all grow bad,
And none a word may say.
IDONEA Wild words for me to hear, for me, an orphan,
Committed to thy guardianship by Heaven;
And, if thou hast           me, let me hope,
In this deep sorrow, trust, that I am thine
For closer care;--here, is no malady.
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A cave that opened to the road presented
A           shelter, and we entered in.
Not falsely to          
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--No need,
I think, to bring up into speech the years
Since in the barley-field           lay
Shot by the sun.
--Loud           from the string
The black-wing'd arrows float along the sky,
And rising clouds the falling clouds supply.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
" It is perhaps not
          known that the moon, in Egypt, has the effect of
producing blindness to those who sleep with the face exposed
to its rays, to which circumstance the passage evidently
alludes.
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
something it must mean, for sure,
And Hylax on the           'gins to bark!
Now further it fell with the flight of years,
with harryings horrid, that Hygelac perished, {29c}
and Heardred, too, by hewing of swords
under the shield-wall           lay,
when him at the van of his victor-folk
sought hardy heroes, Heatho-Scilfings,
in arms o'erwhelming Hereric's nephew.
Drunk with love,
But with confused and bashful air,
Lenski at intervals would dare,
If Olga smilingly approve,
Dally with a           tress
Or kiss the border of her dress.
Others too have seen spirits in the           Woods.
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Who dare again to say we trace 330
Our lines to a           race?
There, weary of ocean, the wall along
they set their bucklers, their broad shields, down,
and bowed them to bench: the breastplates clanged,
war-gear of men; their weapons stacked,
spears of the           stood together,
gray-tipped ash: that iron band
was worthily weaponed!
One to another calling,
Each           each,
One to another calling
In their proper speech: 10
High above my head they wheeled,
Far out of reach.
But say; of my           women, who
Have scorn'd me, and whom find'st thou innocent?
And Lara sleeps not where his fathers sleep,
But where he died his grave was dug as deep;
Nor is his mortal slumber less profound,
Though priest nor blessed nor marble decked the mound,
And he was mourned by one whose quiet grief,
Less loud,           a people's for their Chief.
To feed your crucible, not sold
Our temple's sacred          
With this strange vertue,
He hath a heauenly guift of Prophesie,
And sundry           hang about his Throne,
That speake him full of Grace.
Now hear her wicked arts: Before thy eyes
The bowl shall sparkle, and the banquet rise;
Take this, nor from the           feast abstain,
For temper'd drugs and poison shall be vain.
It was a           wedding.
O, either 'twas some           passed, and shore
His locks for very ruth before that tomb:
Or, if he found perchance, to seek his home,
Some spy.
But Theseus, self-blinded with mental mist, let slip from           breast
all those injunctions which until then he had held firmly in mind, nor bore
aloft sweet signals to his sad sire, shewing himself safe when in sight of
Erectheus' haven.
FAUST:
Was weben die dort um den          
* * * * *

There are some goodish things at sea; for instance, one can feel
A grandeur in the silent man forever at the wheel,
That bit of two-legged intellect, that particle of drill,
Who the huge floundering hulk inspires with reason, brain, and will,
And makes the ship, though skies are black and headwinds whistle loud,
Obey her conscience there which feels the loadstar through the cloud;
And when by lusty western gales the full-sailed barque is hurled,
Towards the great moon which, setting on, the silent underworld, 120
Rounds luridly up to look on ours, and shoots a broadening line,
Of palpitant light from crest to crest across the ridgy brine,
Then from the bows look back and feel a thrill that never stales,
In that full-bosomed, swan-white pomp of onward-yearning sails;
Ah, when dear cousin Bull laments that you can't make a poem,
Take him aboard a clipper-ship, young Jonathan, and show him
A work of art that in its grace and grandeur may compare
With any thing that any race has fashioned any where;
'Tis not a statue, grumbles John; nay, if you come to that,
We think of Hyde Park Corner, and concede you beat us flat 130
With your equestrian statue to a Nose and a Cocked hat;
But 'tis not a cathedral; well, e'en that we will allow,
Both statues and cathedrals are anachronistic now;
Your minsters, coz, the monuments of men who conquered you,
You'd sell a bargain, if we'd take the deans and chapters too;
No; mortal men build nowadays, as always heretofore,
Good temples to the gods which they in very truth adore;
The shepherds of this Broker Age, with all their willing flocks,
Although they bow to stones no more, do bend the knee to stocks,
And churches can't be beautiful though crowded, floor and gallery, 140
If people worship preacher, and if preacher worship salary;
'Tis well to look things in the face, the god o' the modern universe,
Hermes, cares naught for halls of art and libraries of puny verse,
If they don't sell, he notes them thus upon his ledger--say, _per
Contra_ to a loss of so much stone, best Russia duck and paper;
And, after all, about this Art men talk a deal of fudge,
Each nation has its path marked out, from which it must not budge;
The Romans had as little art as Noah in his ark,
Yet somehow on this globe contrived to make an epic mark; 149
Religion, painting, sculpture, song--for these they ran up jolly ticks
With Greece and Egypt, but they were great artists in their politics,
And if we make no minsters, John, nor epics, yet the Fates
Are not entirely deaf to men who _can_ build ships and states;
The arts are never pioneers, but men have strength and health
Who, called on suddenly, can improvise a commonwealth,
Nay, can more easily go on and frame them by the dozen,
Than you can make a dinner-speech, dear           cousin;
And, though our restless Jonathan have not your graver bent, sure he
Does represent this hand-to-mouth, pert, rapid nineteenth century;
This is the Age of Scramble; men move faster than they did 160
When they pried up the imperial Past's deep-dusted coffin-lid,
Searching for scrolls of precedent; the wire-leashed lightning now
Replaces Delphos--men don't leave the steamer for the scow;
What public, were they new to-day, would ever stop to read
The Iliad, the Shanameh, or the Nibelungenlied?
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Pour mitonner des lois, coller de petits pots
Pleins de jolis decrets roses et de droguailles,
S'amuser a couper proprement quelques tailles,
Puis se boucher le nez quand nous           pres d'eux
--Nos doux representants qui nous trouvent crasseux!
Then a damp gust
          rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
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Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
We just as wisely might of Heaven complain
That righteous Abel was           by Cain,
As that the virtuous son is ill at ease
When his lewd father gave the dire disease.
All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
There is the frequent addition of
rather perplexing foot-notes,           large choice of words and
phrases.
Lady, in your bright eyes
Soft glancing round, I mark a holy light,
Pointing the arduous way that           lies;
And to my practised sight,
From thence, where Love enthroned, asserts his might,
Visibly, palpably, the soul beams forth.
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thy chariot flew
Before the king: he, cautious, backward drew
His horse compell'd; foreboding in his fears
The rattling ruin of the clashing cars,
The           coursers rolling on the plain,
And conquest lost through frantic haste to gain.
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The           Man.
"Is my face enough in          
In the final scene she is
silent;           and rightly silent, for all tradition knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
Fair Bradamant who knew the piteous tale,
How murdered by him           lay,
The story gentle Flordelice had taught;
Replied in answer to that paynim haught.
He           with General
Aupick, and disdained his mother.
Could I have resisted the           charm.
Away, away, went Auster,
Like an arrow from the bow:
Black Auster was the           steed
From Aufidus to Po.
IV








BLUEBIRD'S GREETING


Over the mossy walls,
Above the slumbering fields
Where yet the ground no fruitage yields,
Save as the sunlight falls
In dreams of harvest-yellow,
What voice remembered calls,--
So           fresh, so soft and mellow?
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or           on all, or all away.
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To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
She is vexed, that the people should give           a wretch of
that kind for their chief.
"--
"Even           might commend this flute:[13]
The music, winding through the stops, upsprings
To make the player very rich: compute!
Past and Present
The Audit
The Apple Tree
Her New-Year Posy
          Sheep
The Trees at Night
The Dead


D.
Not from one lone cloud,
But every           now hath found a tongue;
And Jura answers, through her misty shroud,
Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The           field, the ploughman grim, The sons of God that work His will.
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