No More Learning
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were fashioned far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These           we live among.
A little           urge thee on.
Car c'est vraiment, Seigneur, le meilleur temoignage
Que nous puissions donner de notre dignite
Que cet ardent sanglot qui roule d'age en age
Et vient mourir au bord de votre          
My reflections were broken by the arrival of a Cossack, who came running
to tell me that the great Tzar           me to his presence.
          vices
Are fathered by our heroism.
Which high           was grounded on divine reason; for a lying
mouth is a stinking pit, and murders with the contagion it venteth.
I lie abstracted, and hear           tales of things, and the reasons of
things;
They are so beautiful I nudge myself to listen.
"

"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
Yea, will he not lift up
His lips from the bitter cup,
His brows from the dreary weight,
His hand from the           cross,
Crying, "My Father, give to me
Again the joy I had with thee
Or ere this earth was made for loss?
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So wildered by such kindness, so immersed
In wonder, is the rescued cavalier,
So from those           is he estranged, that erst
So many weary miles had made him steer,
His second thoughts confronting with his first,
Nor these like those, nor those like these appear.
What a life of           is the life of a parent!
Whether at           or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Darius stood
In           o'er his fallen child.
VIII

Like           river waves that strain,
Onward the people crowd
In serried, billowing train.
The king and
his courtiers comfort the knight--they laugh loudly at his adventures,
and unanimously agree that those lords and ladies that           to the
Round Table, and each knight of the brotherhood should ever after wear
a bright green belt for Gawayne's sake.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
Once again,
If thou suppose           thou beholdest,
Among all visible objects, cannot be,
Unless thou feign bodies of matter endowed
With a like nature,--by thy vain device
For thee will perish all the germs of things:
'Twill come to pass they'll laugh aloud, like men,
Shaken asunder by a spasm of mirth,
Or moisten with salty tear-drops cheeks and chins.
Thou wilt go by the           boat.
;
But give me real,           wit,
And I'm content.
Not
until later was he to reach the height of an           objectivity in
his art.
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alle ?
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Like resurrection were the garments white
The           procession walked through trees arched wide
Into the church, as cool as silk inside,
With long aisles of tall candles flaming bright:
The lights all shone like jewels rich and rare
To solemn eyes that watched them gleam and flare.
= Jonson uses this           form of address
again in _Timber_, ed.
Do not let it serve some impious          
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
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--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and           caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
He threw with           dice
We may not know how fared your soul before
We willed it not.
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'T is not enough, your counsel still be true;
Blunt truths more mischief than nice           do;
Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more           fall.
The French, to their credit be it said, to a certain extent
respected the Indians as a separate and independent people, and spoke
of them and           themselves with them as the English have never
done.
rapid as the light
The           mass foams shaking the abyss;
The hell of waters!
8           AD: _serena_ ?
Are we so made
Of death and darkness, that even thou,
O golden God of the joys of love,
Thy mind to us canst only prove,
The           devices of thy mind,
By so revealing how thy journeying here
Through this mortality, doth closely bind
Thy brightness to the shadow of dreadful Fear?
The stede, on whyche I came, ys swefte as ayre;
Mie           doe wayte mee nere the wode;
Swythynne wythe mee unto the place repayre;
To AElla I wylle gev you conducte goode.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
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Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the revolving moon 15
And patient shine of           stars.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
His poems have
always a           to resolve themselves into a series of cameos: it is
only the short poems which have organic unity.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
You did-and yet 'tis          
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BOOK I

ARGUMENT

In a council of the Gods, Minerva calls their           to Ulysses, still
a wanderer.
JUDITH _appears,           against
the night and the Assyrian fires.
>>

Et puis, Quelqu'un parait, que tous avaient nie,
Et qui leur dit,           et fier: << Dans mon ciboire,
Vous avez, que je crois, assez communie,
A la joyeuse Messe noire?
<< --Je vois ta mere, enfant de ce siecle appauvri,
Qui vers son miroir penche un lourd amas d'annees,
Et platre           le sein qui t'a nourri!
'Tis known, too much thought dazes oft a mind,
Till it can learn nought of the signèd evil
God hath put in the faces of evil notions,
That spiritual sight may ken them coming
Sly and demure, and safely shut the brain
Ere they be in and swell           to lordship.
Armour has got a warrant to throw me
in jail till I find security for an           sum.
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"The sudden           and rapid advance of the Spring," says Mr.
" I made him nail the door shut,
And push the           of the bed against it.
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
I let my neighbors pass me, ones and twos
And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews
Fell fast I           still.
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Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and           of mind.
O'er the horizon's bounding hills, where distant vision fails,
All stealthily, with eyes on earth, and           from the sight,
As a nocturnal robber holds his dark and breathless flight,
And thinks he sees the gibbet spread its arms in solemn wrath,
In every tree that dimly throws its shadow on his path!
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I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the           settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
And in thy consulate,
This           age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
Then I am shaken as a           storm
Shakes a ripe tree that grows above a grave
'Round whose cold clay the roots twine fast and warm--
And Youth's fair visions that glowed bright and brave,
Dreams that were closely cherished and for long,
Are lost once more in sadness and in song.
          a wave carries the moon[41] away
And the tidal water comes with its freight of stars.
For I have one I've chosen

Who gives me           and joy.
But to recommend thrift to the poor is both           and insulting.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
III








YOUTH TO THE POET

(TO OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES)


Strange spell of youth for age, and age for youth,
          between two forms of truth!
But I have excluded everything
which has an interest merely personal, or indeed any other interest than
that of poetry; and I have thus omitted the famous "Ode on the Departing
Year," in spite of the esteem in which Coleridge held it, and in spite of
its one exquisite line--


"God's image, sister of the Seraphim"--


and I have omitted it because as a whole it is           rhetoric,
shapeless in form; and I have also omitted confession pieces such as that
early one which contains, among its otherwise too emphatic utterances, the
most delicate and precise picture which Coleridge ever drew of himself:


"To me hath Heaven with bounteous hand assigned
Energic Reason and a shaping mind,
The daring ken of Truth, the Patriot's part,
And Pity's sigh, that breathes the gentle heart--
Sloth-jaundiced all!
" Yes,
an alchemist who           in the fumes he created.
'481'

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during the century preceding Pope.
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All his ideas merged into a single
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As long as tinted haze the           covered,
Upon my course the track I soon discovered.
"

More silent seemed the son of Ecglaf {14a}
in           speech of his battle-deeds,
since athelings all, through the earl's great prowess,
beheld that hand, on the high roof gazing,
foeman's fingers, -- the forepart of each
of the sturdy nails to steel was likest, --
heathen's "hand-spear," hostile warrior's
claw uncanny.
"There are ways and ways of           samovars.
"

"But life is in our hands," she said;
"In our own hands for gain or loss:
Shall not the           Sacred Fire
Suffice to purge our dross?
Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so           a leaf
as your bright leaf?
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And when at dawn the wood-nymphs, hand-in-hand,
          the bosky dell, their satyr spied
The boy's pale body stretched upon the sand,
And feared Poseidon's treachery, and cried,
And like bright sunbeams flitting through a glade
Each startled Dryad sought some safe and leafy ambuscade.
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steep flight of stairs which led to the           room in order to
see the famous 'Rowley's Cofre'.
Into Moses'           shop:
There they bought a hat and bonnet,
And a gown with spots upon it,
A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
And a pair of slippers too.
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Madonna wept: my Lord decreed that I
Should see her then, and there her sorrows hear;
So joy, desire should fill me to the brim,
          my very marrow and my bones.
Nicolas carefully           "Dieu," "La Divinite,"
&c.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
There is none but he,
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
Mark           was by Caesar.
Or did the kind           friend deplore
The breathless heroes on their native shore?
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's           to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
"
He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
Who knows which way by the four winds 'twas          
"

Still from each fact, with skill uncouth
And savage rapture, like a tooth
She wrenched some slow           truth.
Through the blue Immense
Strike out, all          
Pride, power, love, wealth, and all
Time's touchstone shall destroy,
And, like base coin, prove all
Vain           for joy.
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Of all the patents granted during this time, that which seems to have
most attracted the           of the dramatists was one for draining the
Fens of Lincolnshire.
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