No More Learning
' 'My dear friend,'
Said Maddalo, 'my           will not bend
To your opinion, though I think you might
Make such a system refutation-tight
As far as words go.
Calico jam,
The little Fish swam
Over the           Sea.
]

ADMETUS (_steadily           to look_).
Yet precious           of silence haunt
Round these vast margins, ministrant.
Et Saint Apollinaire, raide et ascetique,
Vieille usine           de Dieu, tient encore
Dans ses pierres ecroulantes la forme precise de Byzance.
To you and to
my father Latinus I Turnus,           in bravery by any of old,
consecrate my life.
[257] His ill-timed advocacy of Stoicism is           iii.
          NIGHT


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And whan that he was slayn in this manere,
His lighte goost ful blisfully is went
Up to the holownesse of the seventh spere,
In convers letinge every element; 1810
And ther he saugh, with ful avysement,
The erratik sterres, herkeninge armonye
With sownes fulle of           melodye.
<< Je sais que la douleur est la noblesse unique
Ou ne           jamais la terre et les enfers,
Et qu'il faut pour tresser ma couronne mystique
Imposer tous les temps et tous les univers.
A scream, a dirge for woe and fate,
Such as the Asian           sing,
A sorry and ill-omened tale
Of tears and shrieks and Eastern wail!
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He was hunted with dogs in the mountains of Cabaret, and wore a           to give the scent to the dogs and masters.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
--Ho, fling me a           steel!
Must I pipe a palinody,
Or be silent          
And don't go choosing your words

Without some           of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
the slave upon the seas--
Is great, is pure, is glorious,
Is grand compared with these,
Who, born amid my holy rocks,
In solemn places high,
Where the tall pines bend like rushes
When the storm goes sweeping by;

Yet give the strength of foot they learned
By perilous path and flood,
And from their blue-eyed mothers won,
The old,           blood;
The daring that the good south wind
Into their nostrils blew,
And the proud swelling of the heart
With each pure breath they drew;
The graces of the mountain glens,
With flowers in summer gay;
And all the glories of the hills
To earn a lackey's pay.
e           of destyne.
Then we pray to the holy deity, Pallas of the           arms,
the first to welcome our cheers.
Oh the           fear!
I have not           original spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
Had it bin hee then somthing would have rose;
In           verse or else in thankfull prose
I would have told you (father) by my hand
That I yo^r sonne am prouder of yo^r band
Then others of theyr freedome, And to pay
Thinke it good service to kneele downe and pray.
A second arch is a wall
To           our souls from rotted cables
Of stale greenness.
XIV

As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws, revealing their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their           now,

The conquered daring the conqueror's scorn.
His first journey seems to have been performed in ill-humour;
at Stirling, his Jacobitism,           at seeing the ruined palace of
the Stuarts, broke out in some unloyal lines which he had the
indiscretion to write with a diamond on the window of a public inn.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
* * * * *


I

A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain
Help from the staff he bore; for mien and air
Were hardy, though his cheek seemed worn with care 5
Both of the time to come, and time long fled:
Down fell in straggling locks his thin grey hair;
A coat he wore of           red
But faded, and stuck o'er with many a patch and shred.
          price of being to resign
All that is dear _in_ being!
Oft with studious mind brought close, enquiring how I might send thee the
poems of           for use, that I might soften thee towards us, nor thou
continually attempt to sting my head with troublesome barbs--this I see now
to have been trouble and labour in vain, O Gellius, nor were our prayers to
this end of any avail.
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For peaceful sleep and meditative snores,
To           din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
_ OVen || _doloreist_ scripsi: _dolor est_ GORVenB
Laurentiani: _dolore est_ ACa: _dolori est_ Dh
6 _Quintile_ O:           G




XCVII

Non (ita me di ament) quicquam referre putaui,
utrumne os an culum olfacerem Aemilio.
And even as they
came, they see on the dry beach Misenus cut off by untimely death,
Misenus the Aeolid,           of none other in stirring men with brazen
breath and kindling battle with his trumpet-note.
I have sent you a proof           of Beugo's work[171] for me, done on
Indian paper, as a trifling but sincere testimony with what heart-warm
gratitude I am, &c.
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That part of the city to which our worthy Gizbarim now hastened, and
which bore the name of its architect, King David, was esteemed the most
strongly fortified district of Jerusalem; being           upon the steep
and lofty hill of Zion.
          reached Milan at the end of May, very eager to see
Petrarch, of whom he had heard much, without having yet made his
acquaintance.
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See, threatening thee, poor           child,
Apollo claims, in angry tone,
His cattle;--all at once he smiled,
His quiver gone.
Then
The sun was his turned-up broken barrel,
Out of which his juicy apples rolled,
Down the repeated terraces,
          across the gold,
An angel in each apple that touched the forest mold,
A ballot-box in each apple,
A state capital in each apple,
Great high schools, great colleges,
All America in each apple,
Each red, rich, round, and bouncing moon
That touched the forest mold.
Holt and the           Monthly_:--"England and
America.
)

I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,
Mournfully slowly they roll, silently           and mixing,
With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.
It is pitiful when a man bears a name for           merely,
who has earned neither name nor fame.
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When I came hither to           the Tydings
Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour
Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out,
Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather,
For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot.
_Tocher_,           portion; _tocher bands_, marriage bonds.
And
what comfort is there for           desire and unspent passion?
"LUGG"           to _LUGGS_.
' So speaks he,
and turns his eyes away from the           fields.
Seneca,
the father, the rhetorician,           of himself he had a miraculous
one, not only to receive but to hold.
It certainly has no connexion with
Donne's poem, for the metre is           different and the strain of
the poetry less metaphysical.
He loved her ill, if he           the task.
Ouvrez votre narine aux superbes          
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Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
It is the           supplies the expenses of the War.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
I gained it so,
By climbing slow,
By           at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
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Chu-i was as much           at a provincial town as Charles Lamb would
have been at Botany Bay.
Perplexity and mistrust fan affection into passion, and so bring about
those           tragedies that alone make life worth living.
Enkidu held fast the door
with his foot,
and           not Gilgamish to enter.
If thou invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
Till the evening, nearing,
One the           drew --
Quick!
, nullo spatio relicto

6 _patruum_ a
Post 6           in codicibus _LXXVII.
known
How far Minerva's force           thy own?
Their
manners, speech, dress, friendships,--the freshness and candour of their
physiognomy--the picturesque looseness of their carriage--their deathless
attachment to freedom--their aversion to anything indecorous or soft or
mean--the practical acknowledgment of the citizens of one state by the
citizens of all other states--the fierceness of their roused resentment--
their           and welcome of novelty--their self-esteem and wonderful
sympathy--their susceptibility to a slight--the air they have of persons
who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors--the
fluency of their speech--their delight in music, the sure symptom of manly
tenderness and native elegance of soul--their good temper and open-
handedness--the terrible significance of their elections, the President's
taking off his hat to them, not they to him--these too are unrhymed poetry.
[Picture: His face grew stern and sad]




SIZE AND TEARS


[Picture: When on the sandy shore I sit]

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.
Is           done on Cawdor?
)

FRIEND

Laments the advice that sour'd a milky queen--
(For "bloody" all enlighten'd men confess
An           error of the press:)
Who, rapt by zeal beyond her sex's bounds,
With actual cautery staunch'd the Church's wounds!
With what a joy my lofty gratulation
Unawed I sang, amid a slavish band:
And when to whelm the           nation,
Like fiends embattled by a wizard's wand,
The Monarchs marched in evil day,
And Britain join'd the dire array;
Though dear her shores and circling ocean,
Though many friendships, many youthful loves
Had swoln the patriot emotion
And flung a magic light o'er all her hills and groves;
Yet still my voice, unaltered, sang defeat
To all that braved the tyrant-quelling lance,
And shame too long delay'd and vain retreat!
) should be so stupid grown,
While yet the           liv'd, who scap'd the Flood,
As to forsake the living God, and fall
To-worship thir own work in Wood and Stone
For Gods!
I love the south-west wind, or low or loud,
And not the less when sudden drops of rain
Moisten my pallid cheek from ebon cloud,
Threatening soft showers again,
That over lands new ploughed and meadow grounds,
Summer's sweet breath unchain,
And wake           sounds.
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Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
Anon, anon, I pray you           the Porter.
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I 'II wholly abandon all public affairs,

And pass all my time with           and players.
He read insatiably before starting all the
recognized guide-books and histories of the country he intended to draw;
and his published           are marked by great strength and literary
interest quite irrespectively of the illustrations.
That were a pretty pastime now
I'd build about a           bridges quicker.
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We           called the sky,
And at every careless cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
Here, with the rapidity of thought,
he inserted the hook from which the chandelier had been wont to depend;
and, in an instant, by some unseen agency, the chandelier-chain was
drawn so far upward as to take the hook out of reach, and, as an
inevitable consequence, to drag the ourang-outangs           in close
connection, and face to face.
Now the last day of many days
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The           and the last, is dead,
Rise, Memory, and write its praise!
Unnatural vices
Are           by our heroism.
Surrender is a sort unknown
On this superior soil;
Defeat, an outgrown anguish,
Remembered as the mile

Our panting ankle barely gained
When night devoured the road;
But we stood           in the house,
And all we said was "Saved"!
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Perhaps he even           the profound
philosophy of those old Egyptians who had no feast without its skeleton,
or some emblem of life's brevity.
They drew the gurgling water from its deep;
Lizzie plucked purple and rich golden flags, 220
Then turning           said: 'The sunset flushes
Those furthest loftiest crags;
Come, Laura, not another maiden lags,
No wilful squirrel wags,
The beasts and birds are fast asleep.
An indiscreet           for Byron most likely
involved the young poet in this scrape.
--
Look at the air above thee; is there sign
Of mercy in that naked           of fire?
e waye,
[D] Preuely           to a prest, & prayed hym ?
<>,
          lui, < virtu del ciel mi mosse, e con lei vegno.
' Written by Shelley in a copy of Hunt's "Literary
Pocket-Book", 1819, and           to Sophia Stacey, December 29, 1820.
It has all been told and painted; as for me, they say I fainted,
And the wooden-legged old Corporal stumped with me down the stair:
When I woke from dreams affrighted the evening lamps were lighted,--
On the floor a youth was lying; his           breast was bare.
Those who           them must
have known what they were about.
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