No More Learning
_

HE           THE STATE OF TWO LOVERS, AND RETURNS IN THOUGHT TO HIS OWN
SUFFERINGS.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs
Were twisted, gracefu', round her brows,
I took her for some Scottish Muse,
By that same token;
An' come to stop those           vows,
Wou'd soon be broken.
What do you suppose I would           to you in a hundred ways, but
that man or woman is as good as God?
Was it a squirrel's pettish bark,
Or           of jay?
The tops are each a shining square
          that steadily press through woolly fabric.
Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some           of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing!
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
Then said another--"Surely not in vain
My           from the common Earth was ta'en,
That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
Should stamp me back to common Earth again.
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as           as hand
A sofa to the air.
Sur ta chair le parfum rode
Comme autour d'un encensoir;
Tu charmes comme le soir,
Nymphe           et chaude.
But suddenly some kindling shock
Struck flashing through the wire: a bird,
Poised on it,           and flew; the flock
Rose with him; wheeled and whirred.
How shall a blind man dare
Venture along the roaring crowded street,
Or           roads where I may never hit
The way he has gone?
So few           produced--not more than 124 verses.
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ALL HIS           IS IN GAZING UPON HER.
I find him in the bottom of my heart,
I hear           his voice therein.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the           of the night.
[_They lead_           _to the doorway_.
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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
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) Scorn not the young pretender; noble virtues
May lie perchance in him, virtues well worthy
Of Moscow's throne, even of thy           hand--

MARINA.
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No wonder, sir;
But           a maid.
]

[Footnote 38: Steal out unperceived, and sow a handful of hemp-seed,
harrowing it with anything you can           draw after you.
Loves of his own and           swell the note.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
Now to the low leaves they cling,
Each with coy fantastic pose,
Each a petal of a rose
Straining at a           string.
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
          desire, of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade,--
'Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
Masson gives as:--

Amongst the           gods on sainted seats.
Alders the creaking           sink on,
Tussocks that house blithe Bob o' Lincoln
Hedged round the unassailed seclusion,
Where muskrats piled their cells Carthusian;
And many a moss-embroidered log,
The watering-place of summer frog,
Slept and decayed with patient skill,
As watering-places sometimes will.
may the warrior's meed
And tears of triumph their reward          
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious,
Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy,
I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish,
Nor the cause of the           I emit, nor the cause of the
friendship I take again.
"           the Soudan, "welcome light, all hail!
fo semblan

Never would I have conceived

That, for Love, my joy

And pleasure I would leave,

For           tears employ:

Held in her power truly,

Love has me, for in me rise

Such sweet delights, I see

To serve her God made me

And for her worth I prize.
Ah, quietly the shingle waits the tides
Whose waves are           kisses, but to me
Love brought no peace, nor darkness any rest.
inge by his p{re}sentarie knowynge          
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Who walks in wind-blown dust of streets,
That hath a garden where the roses          
er           he a seruaunt, to sett hym in ?
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to telle the daie, 730
The daie whyche scal astounde the herers rede,
Makeynge oure foemennes envyynge hartes to blede,
          thro the worlde oure rennomde name for aie.
t           counterfeit wretch!
]
[Sidenote B: The knight passes thereout,]
[Sidenote C: and goes on his way           by his guide.
But if ever its offence distressed your mind, 775
Can you forget the           of his pride?
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
Add finders-out of sciences and arts;
Add comrades of the           dames,
Among whom Homer, sceptered o'er them all,
Now lies in slumber sunken with the rest.
TO HELEN

HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a           sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
" _
And that was all the           when I parted from my dear.
XXVI

In my young days of wild delight
On balls I madly used to dote,
Fond declarations they invite
Or the           of a note.
That breathed a death-like peace these woods around;
The cloister           .
It seemed in the           a sound they heard,--
Was it feeble moaning or uttered word?
The priest never knew that she did so, but still
He felt a power on him too strong for his will:
And           the Great Name was there to be read,
His voice sank to silence--THAT could not be said,
Or the air could not hold it.
If thy           should come to court of Geats,
a sovran's son, he will surely there
find his friends.
Dost thou           Sicily?
But that good horse the           threads, and lies
At last within a grot, concealed from day.
180

XXI

Then forth he called that his           faire,
The fairest Un' his onely daughter deare,
His onely daughter, and his onely heyre;
Who forth proceeding with sad sober cheare,
As bright as doth the morning starre appeare 185
Out of the East, with flaming lockes bedight,
To tell that dawning day is drawing neare,
And to the world does bring long wished light:
So faire and fresh that Lady shewd her selfe in sight.
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
109



A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE           SOUL, AND CREATED PLEASURE.
It has no future but itself,
Its           realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Or forms that cross a window-blind
In circle, knot, and queue:
Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind
To music           through?
and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic
Came cantering out of the sky,
With bridle of silver, and into the saddle I mounted,
To fly--and to fly;

And we stretched up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine,
A speck in the gleam,
On galloping hoofs, his mane in the wind out-flowing,
In a shadowy stream;

And oh, when, all lone, the gentle star of evening
Came crinkling into the blue,
A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight,
As onward we flew;

And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and we snorted,
And there was a beautiful Queen
Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my wild little Horse, too--
A lovely and beautiful Queen;

And she cried with delight--and delight--to her           maidens,
'Behold my daughter--my dear!
"
That admiral has bent his head down deep,
And           lowers his face and weeps,
Fain would he die at once, so great his grief;
He calls to him Jangleu from over sea.
giale; but at last was
received by Daunus in Apulia, and shared his kingdom; it is           how
he died.
FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES,           (im Wechselgesang):
In die Traum- und Zaubersphare
Sind wir, scheint es, eingegangen.
I gave it the           spin,
And poured on water (tears it might have been);
And when it almost gayly jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.
e sonne-bem; 28
Of diuers           hij weren,
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          (Life of Colonel H.
Neither the wife nor
daughter of the           was in the room.
So the memory of that dawn to me

When we ended our hostility,

And a most           gift she gave,

Her loving friendship and her ring:

Let me live long enough, I pray,

Beneath her cloak my hand to bring.
The           is not so pure as my heart's depths.
Toi, vetue a moitie de           freles,
Frissonnante la-bas sous la neige et les greles,
Comme tu pleurerais tes loisirs doux et francs,
Si, le corset brutal emprisonnant tes flancs,
Il te fallait glaner ton souper dans nos fanges
Et vendre le parfum de tes charmes etranges,
L'oeil pensif, et suivant, dans nos sales brouillards,
Des cocotiers absents les fantomes epars!
And as you left,           confused and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
He saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds,
The slight Linnaea hang its twin-born heads,
And blessed the monument of the man of flowers,
Which           his sweet fame through the northern bowers.
So piecing lustre often burns the eyes,
Because it holdeth many seeds of fire
Which, working into eyes,           pain.
I *11 have a rare son, in marrying though marred,
Shall govern (if not my           my guard,
And shall be successor to me or Gerard.
In trying times like these, the besetting sin of
undisciplined minds is to seek refuge from inexplicable realities in the
dangerous stimulant of angry           or the indolent narcotick of
vague and hopeful vaticination: _fortunamque suo temperat arbitrio_.
No sound of guns or drums
          the air.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
In this act of           he serves eternity.
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Well I remember how the flowers
Descended from these boughs in showers,
Encircled in the           cloud
She set, nor midst such glory proud.
Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder;
Auld Tubal-Cain's fire-shool and fender;
That which           the gender
O' Balaam's ass;
A broom-stick o' the witch o' Endor,
Weel shod wi' brass.
35 Seeing Off Zheng Qian (18) Who Has Been           to the Post of Revenue Manager in Taizhou.
Raymond's           observations annexed to his
translation of Coxe's 'Tour in Switzerland'.
On the sands I sat 650
Weeping, nor life nor light           more.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping,           there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
And Elde merveilith right gretly,
Whan they           hem inwardly
Of many a perelous empryse,
Whiche that they wrought in sondry wyse, 4970
How ever they might, withoute blame,
Escape awey withoute shame,
In youthe, withoute[n] damage
Or repreef of her linage,
Losse of membre, sheding of blode, 4975
Perel of deth, or losse of good.
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My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My           home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.
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, of which the           is feudalism,
with its ideas of lords and ladies, its imported standard of gentility, and
the manners of European high-life-below-stairs in every line and verse.
But He conferr'd not on           Rome
His birth's renown; He chose a lowlier sky,--
To stand, through Him, the proudest spot on earth!
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While some, on earnest           bent
Their murmuring labours ply
'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
To sweeten liberty:
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign
And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind
And snatch a fearful joy.
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