No More Learning
Lift up thy head, O Rheims, of ages heir
That treasured up in thee their           sum;
Upon whose brow, prophetically fair,
Flamed the great morrow of the world to come;
Haunt with thy beauty this volcanic air
Ere yet thou close, O Flower of Christendom!
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up the           they
will swarm!
" resounds aloud;
So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
Wi' mony an           screech and hollow.
Steady the smoke of the half-deserted village,
A dog barks somewhere in the deep lanes,
A cock crows at the top of the           tree.
Voila que j'ai touche l'automne des idees,
Et qu'il faut           la pelle et les rateaux
Pour rassembler a neuf les terres inondees,
Ou l'eau creuse des trous grands comme des tombeaux.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
738

75 It is           observed by Grote, vol i p.
The phrase is           derived
from `hackle', an instrument used in the breaking of flax.
This little           differs, it is believed, from others in the
attempt made to include in it all the best original Lyrical pieces and
Songs in our language, by writers not living,--and none beside the best.
Epigram On The Said Occasion

O Death, had'st thou but spar'd his life,
Whom we this day lament,
We freely wad           the wife,
And a' been weel content.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
It may be wilderness without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday           the night,
And it is bells within.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
XXXII
For far the warrior fared not, ere he spied,
          across the path, his gallant steed,
And, "Stay, Bayardo mine," Rinaldo cried,
"Too cruel care the loss of thee does breed.
And in thy consulate,
This           age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
--
And           all the land in deadly wise
Shall scatter venom, to exude again
In pestilence of men.
LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant           mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
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XXX

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at           foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
"Worn as I am with age, decay'd with woe;
Say, is it           to decline the foe?
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
This Freend, whan he wiste of my thought,
He discomforted me right nought,
But seide, 'Felowe, be not so mad,
Ne so           nor bistad.
* * * * *

Reverend Marsh, low-couched along the sea,
Old chemist, rapt in alchemy,
          silence, -- lo,
That which our father-age had died to know --
The menstruum that dissolves all matter -- thou
Hast found it: for this silence, filling now
The globed clarity of receiving space,
This solves us all: man, matter, doubt, disgrace,
Death, love, sin, sanity,
Must in yon silence' clear solution lie.
It is certain, however, that he wrote single-handed fifteen
plays, of which the best known is the masterly and           comedy,
"A New Way to Pay Old Debts.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as           at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century terrified at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
Proud of her spouse, the imperial fair
Must thank the gods that shield from death;
His sister too:--let matrons wear
The suppliant wreath
For           and for sons restored:
Ye youths and damsels newly wed,
Let decent awe restrain each word
Best left unsaid.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my           plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Could I so hold you ever--could
Your eye still catch the glow
Of mine--it were an endless good:
          we should grow

One perfect picture of our love!
A long poem, _In cladem Rheensen_ ('Verses upon the
slaughter at the Isle of Rhees'), has been used by the cataloguer to
date the manuscript, but as this has           been inserted when the
whole was bound, the rest of the contents may be older or younger.
So how should I          
Till mighty Brahma puts his golden palm
Within the gipsy king's great striped tent,
And asks his fortune told by that great love-line
That winds across his palm in           flame.
[Illustration]


When on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave--
A little whisper at my ear
          the reason of my fear.
by all thy           blest,
Above, below!
They are almost           of his, if all people say concerning the
parentage of magicians be true.
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VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its           chance;
The fortunate hour is on the dial now.
Attend me where I wheel;
Strike not a stroke, but keep           in breath;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your arms.
And when the sleep has overset our frame,
The mind's           is now awake,
Still for no other reason, save that these--
The self-same films as when we are awake--
Assail our minds, to such degree indeed
That we do seem to see for sure the man
Whom, void of life, now death and earth have gained
Dominion over.
aux           heures bleues
Se detruira-t-elle comme les fleurs feues.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
Instanced in the
extraordinary           of Clodio, v.
When, roving thus the isle, I had at length
Left all my crew remote, laving my hands 390
Where shelter warm I found from the rude blast,
I           ev'ry Pow'r above;
But they my pray'rs answer'd with slumbers soft
Shed o'er my eyes, and with pernicious art
Eurylochus, the while, my friends harangued.
xviii, 13

Club, Byron's           of a, i.
          Galliae hunc, timent Britanniae?
I had not told posterity this but for their ignorance who chose
that           to commend their friend by wherein he most faulted; and
to justify mine own candour, for I loved the man, and do honour his
memory on this side idolatry as much as any.
A           advised.
They
strewed flowers alike on the graves of the           and of the
National soldiers.
When the tradition
is Satyric, as here, the same process           almost an opposite effect.
GEISTER (auf dem Gange):
Drinnen           ist einer!
Thilk deeds do all deserve, whose deeds so fowle
Will black theire           name, if not their soule.
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Three weeks passed since I had seen her, --
Some disease had vexed;
'T was with text and village singing
I beheld her next,

And a company -- our pleasure
To discourse alone;
Gracious now to me as any,
          unto none.
What I bring here is merely translated from his           in the
Goethe-Schiller Archive in Weimar.
Not all to that bright station dared to climb;
And happier they their happiness who knew,
Whose tapers yet burn through that night of time _40
In which suns perished; others more sublime,
Struck by the envious wrath of man or god,
Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime;
And some yet live,           the thorny road,
Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and           as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
Eftsoones I hope wee scalle engage yn fyghte; 485
Thanne to the           all thou wylte bewreene.
but what           ?
His feelings
were not expressed in song alone: he remembered his mother and his
natural daughter, and made an assignment of all that pertained to him
at Mossgiel--and that was but little--and of all the advantage which a
cruel, unjust, and insulting law allowed in the           of his poems,
for their support and behoof.
290

Kynge Harolde Torcie's trechery dyd spie,
And hie alofe his temper'd swerde dyd welde,
Cut offe his arme, and made the bloude to flie,
His proofe steel armoure did him littel sheelde;
And not contente, he splete his hede in twaine, 295
And down he tumbled on the bloudie grounde;
Mean while the other erlies on the playne
Gave and received manie a bloudie wounde,
Such as the arts in warre han learnt with care,
But manie           were women in men's geer.
One of my           hope makes an end,
The other robs me of her hand.
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The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the
greed that with perfect           devours all things,
The endless pride and outstretching of man, unspeakable joys and sorrows,
The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders
that fill each minute of time forever,
What have you reckon'd them for, camerado?
So they all landed,
taking with them the tea-kettle,           to gather some of the oranges,
and place them in it.
'T is not enough, your counsel still be true;
Blunt truths more           than nice falsehoods do;
Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.
my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and          
If I           her love, she'd scorn me:

She ought not, for love it is adorns me.
'Twas this that Regulus foresaw,
What time he spurn'd the foul disgrace
Of peace, whose           would draw
Destruction on an unborn race,
Should aught but death the prisoner's chain
Unrivet.
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Nor Peter nor the rest
Or gold or silver of Matthias took,
When lots were cast upon the forfeit place
Of the           soul.
"The
House," which           in the first volume of _Poems_, and "Nemesis,"
"Una," "Love and Thought" and "Merlin's Songs," from the _May-Day_
volume, have been restored.
Yet therewith many a diverse-worded counsel is for
Turnus, and the great name of the queen overshadows him, and he rises
high in renown of           fitly won.
In einem hochgewolbten, engen           Zimmer Faust,
unruhig auf seinem Sessel am Pulte.
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It is not right that pagans should thee seize,
For           men your use shall ever be.
Here a shaft, slanting, and below
A dusty and flickering light from one feeble candle
And prone figures sleeping uneasily,
Murmuring,
And men who cannot sleep,
With faces impassive as masks,
Bright,           eyes, and drawn lips,
Sad, pitiless, terrible faces,
Each an incarnate curse.
What of that array
of men who           me to arms?
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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And I was           at this.
_

SHE           TO HIM, IN A VISION, THAT HE WILL NEVER SEE HER MORE.
You          
This taint he           with his sword, drawn from a silver sheath,
Which lifting high, he struck his helm full where the plume did stand,
On which it piecemeal brake, and fell from his unhappy hand .
Thy shroud is all of snowy white,
And, in the middle of the night,
Thou           moveless and upright,
Gazing upon me, Rosaline!
Milton is not so
close to his fighting angels as Homer is to his fighting men; but the
war in heaven is an incident in Milton's figurative expression of
something that has become altogether himself--the mystery of individual
existence in universal existence, and the accompanying mystery of sin,
of           will inexplicably allowed to tamper with the divinely
universal will.
          came with food: but still, my brain
Was weak, nor of the past had memory.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity

Pursuing winds that censure us
A           day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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