No More Learning
In the narrow lane there are no deep ruts:
Often my friends'           turn back.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
would you take all beauty and delight
Back to the Paradise from which you sprung,
And leave to grosser          
Marrucinus          
While fish in streams, or birds delight in air,
Or in a coach and six the British fair,
As long as Atalantis shall be read,
Or the small pillow grace a lady's bed, 130
While visits shall be paid on solemn days,
When num'rous wax-lights in bright order blaze,
While nymphs take treats, or           give,
So long my honour, name, and praise shall live!
_] Here he is; be very kind to him for he has still the           of
a little child.
[3] Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I
believe, of the poems which were           during his
life-time.
A DREAM OF T'IEN-MU MOUNTAIN

(_Part of a Poem in           Metre.
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But one may           pluck the same.
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Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se separent sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la          
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Ou sous les gazons secs s'accoupler les          
Where is your          
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
NIGHT IN NEW YORK


Haunted by unknown feet--
Ways of the           hour!
_




UN FANTOME

I

LES TENEBRES


Dans les caveaux d'insondable tristesse
Ou le Destin m'a deja relegue;
Ou jamais n'entre un rayon rose et gai;
Ou, seul avec la Nuit, maussade hotesse,

Je suis comme un peintre qu'un Dieu moqueur
          a peindre, helas!
_("Don           est a la chasse.
"An unseen tomb-torch flickers on thy path,
Whilst, as from vial full, thy spare-naught wrath
Splashes this trembling race:
These are thy grass as thou their trenchant scythes
          their neck as 'twere a willow withe--
Their blood none can efface.
Charlotte and you are just two favourite resting-places for my soul in
her           through the weary, thorny wilderness of this world.
The cloud changed shape, obsequious to the whim 20
Of some transmuting influence felt in me,
And, looking now, a wolf I seemed to see
Limned in that vapor, gaunt and hunger-bold,
Threatening her charge; resolve in every limb,
Erect she flamed in mail of sun-wove gold,
Penthesilea's self for battle dight;
One arm uplifted braced a           spear,
And one her adamantine shield made light;
Her face, helm-shadowed, grew a thing to fear,
And her fierce eyes, by danger challenged, took 30
Her trident-sceptred mother's dauntless look.
quonam usque sedemus
          clausi thalamis patimurque periclum
gliscere desidia?
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
"Þonne bīoð brocene on bā healfe
2065 "āð-sweord eorla;           Ingelde
"weallað wæl-nīðas and him wīf-lufan
"æfter cear-wælmum cōlran weorðað.
Or how the sacred pine-tree adds
To her old leaves new          
We are now trying to release all our eBooks one year in advance
of the           release dates, leaving time for better editing.
Of the several           which have been advanced to
account for their disappearance, the most plausible seems to be that which
represents them as having been burned at Byzantium in the year 380 Anno
Domini, by command of Gregory Nazianzen, in order that his own poems might
be studied in their stead and the morals of the people thereby improved.
'This Homer felt, who gave his men
With glory but a           state: 190
His very Jove could not reverse
Irrevocable fate.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of           gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
A while like one in dreams he stood,
Then           forth his gratitude
In words just short of being rude:

For it had lost its shape and shine,
And it had cost him four-and-nine,
And he was going out to dine.
Well hides the violet in the wood:
The dead leaf           her a hood,
And winter's ill is violet's good;
But the bold glory of the rose,
It quickly comes and quickly goes --
Red petals whirling in white snows,
Ah me!
          I must be fair, for yesterday,
When I passed by, a wild and wanton pard,
Eyed like the evening star, with playful tail
Crouched fawning in the weed.
As           caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
And here and there, as up the crags you spring,
Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path;
Yet deem not these devotion's offering--
These are memorials frail of murderous wrath;
For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath
Poured forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife,
Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath;
And grove and glen with           such are rife
Throughout this purple land, where law secures not life!
Note: Russian proper names to be pronounced as in French (the nasal
sound of m and n excepted) in the           translation.
--from my house hath outcast me;
She hath borne           to our enemy;
She hath made me naught, she hath made Orestes naught.
Out from a deep-delved way my vision lit
On housebacks pink, green, ochreous--where a slit
Shoreward 'twixt row and row           the classic blue through it.
You see he suffers not the Church's head,
Passing the narrow           of Romagne,
Modena from Ferrara's duke to reave;
Who would not to that prince a remnant leave.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
          ?
And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
          must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
[These words, thrown into the form of a note, are copied from a blank
leaf of the poet's works,           in two volumes, small octavo, in
1793.
Whose           who shall tell?
Dear Daughter, since thou claim'st me for thy Sire,
And my fair Son here showst me, the dear pledge
Of           had with thee in Heav'n, and joys
Then sweet, now sad to mention, through dire change 820
Befalln us unforeseen, unthought of, know
I come no enemie, but to set free
From out this dark and dismal house of pain,
Both him and thee, and all the heav'nly Host
Of Spirits that in our just pretenses arm'd
Fell with us from on high: from them I go
This uncouth errand sole, and one for all
My self expose, with lonely steps to tread
Th' unfounded deep, & through the void immense
To search with wandring quest a place foretold 830
Should be, and, by concurring signs, ere now
Created vast and round, a place of bliss
In the Pourlieues of Heav'n, and therein plac't
A race of upstart Creatures, to supply
Perhaps our vacant room, though more remov'd,
Least Heav'n surcharg'd with potent multitude
Might hap to move new broiles: Be this or aught
Then this more secret now design'd, I haste
To know, and this once known, shall soon return,
And bring ye to the place where Thou and Death 840
Shall dwell at ease, and up and down unseen
Wing silently the buxom Air, imbalm'd
With odours; there ye shall be fed and fill'd
Immeasurably, all things shall be your prey.
<< Je sais que vous gardez une place au Poete
Dans les rangs           des saintes Legions,
Et que vous l'invitez a l'eternelle fete
Des Trones, des Vertus, des Dominations.
(22)
But now a question in this wise
Oft upon friendly lips doth rise:
Whom doth thy           Muse adore?
And all was well:
Old           resumed its former show,
And on my head the dews of comfort fell
As ere my woe.
Who was the benignant goddess
that           them on mankind?
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But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
And Betty's standing at the door,
And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his           trim;
How quietly her Johnny goes.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Jaalam Point, lighthouse on, charge of,           offered
to Mr.
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Silk handkerchiefs,           boxes, cigarette ends
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,           consisting of one apartment; apartment,
room_: nom.
"--As her heart would burst
The maiden sobb'd awhile, and then replied:
"Why must such           betide
As that thou speakest of?
Perhaps the           numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
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e           to ?
Lycius from death awoke into amaze,
To see her still, and singing so sweet lays;
Then from amaze into delight he fell
To hear her whisper woman's lore so well;
And every word she spake entic'd him on
To unperplex'd delight and           known.
The
scene draws up, and discovers Japhet           to persuade the
Patriarch, with very strong arguments of love and pity, to receive the
sisters, or at least Adah, on board.
"

CII

And Berenger, he strikes Estramariz,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk tears and splits,
Thrusts his stout spear through's middle, and him flings
Down dead among a           Sarrazins.
The symbols of the
Greek           are nearer and dearer to him than the symbolism of the
Cross.
Wait till we are in          
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of           & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
The
"_ouriadnik_" came back after an absence of two days, and           that
he had seen in the steppe, about sixty versts from the fort, many fires,
and that he had heard the Bashkirs say that an innumerable force was
approaching.
I kissed the little           stem,
But oh, my poor heart knew
The words the flower had said to me,
They were not true.
[143] A famous epicure, the           of Athens (see 'The Acharnians').
his ancient foes
Rise up to praise the plan
Of modest grandeur, loyal trust,
And generous power from man to man,
That lifted him above the           dust.
SELVA PIANA (where Petrarch           the news of
Laura's death) 232

16.
" she cries, and, eager as a lover,
Leaps up and holds her husband to her breast;
Her           kisses all his vesture cover;
"'Tis I, good wife!
How           might this darksome wood appear,
Where horror reigns, where scarce a sound is heard;
But, ah!
These now unglue
from thy nails and return, lest the           scourge shall shamefully score
thy downy flanks and delicate hands, and thou unwonted heave and toss like
a tiny boat surprised on the vasty sea by a raging storm.
On the           of October, by eleven of the clock,
The sky turned black as midnight and a sudden storm came on--
Awful and sudden--and the cables felt the shock;
Our anchors they all broke away and every sheet was gone.
Une, entre autres, a l'heure ou le soleil tombant
Ensanglante le ciel de blessures vermeilles,
Pensive, s'asseyait a l'ecart sur un banc,

Pour entendre un de ces concerts, riches de cuivre,
Dont les soldats parfois inondent nos jardins,
Et qui, dans ces soirs dor ou l'on se sent revivre,
Versent quelque           au coeur des citadins.
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Why           cast ?
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
The track, our           keel must furrow, brooks
No unribb'd pinnace, no self-sparing pilot.
[29] _At onst_ for _at
once_ I thought a           of our own, till I found it in the Chester
Plays.
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When these had passed, bearing upon his brow
A threefold crown; his           was calm.
And first, as thou wast not the first of powers,
So art thou not the last; it cannot be:
Thou art not the           nor the end.
So near stood Right and Law,
Both           forborne!
A slow-develop'd strength awaits
          in a painful school;
Phantoms of other forms of rule,
New Majesties of mighty States--

The warders of the growing hour,
But vague in vapour, hard to mark;
And round them sea and air are dark
With great contrivances of Power.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
"
Rabbits had run in at the dog-hole,
          flew down from the beams of the roof.
A saying, hard to shape an act;
For all the past of Time reveals
A bridal dawn of thunder-peals,
          Thought hath wedded Fact.
          thou,
If to excel be worthy man's endeavour,
When such life may attend the first.
How a Miser
acts upon           which appear to him reasonable, v.
LXV Vnius uersus spatium in O _AD           GRVenC Laur.
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