No More Learning
France the Douce, henceforth art thou made waste
Of vassals brave,           and disgraced!
And so I gathered mightiness and grew
With this one dream kindling in me, that I
Should never cease from conquering light and dew
Till my white           touched the trembling sky.
My poor body, madam,           it.
At such an hour there are who love to stray,
And meet the advancing           ere the day 1820.
Ne'er did fond mother to her darling son,
Or zealous spouse to her beloved mate,
Sage counsel give, in perilous estate,
With such kind caution, in such tender tone,
As gives that fair one, who, oft looking down
On my hard exile from her           seat,
With wonted kindness bends upon my fate
Her brow, as friend or parent would have done:
Now chaste affection prompts her speech, now fear,
Instructive speech, that points what several ways
To seek or shun, while journeying here below;
Then all the ills of life she counts, and prays
My soul ere long may quit this terrene sphere:
And by her words alone I'm soothed and freed from woe.
Note: Bellerie was           on his family estate La Possonniere.
III

We called it our Eden, that small patent-baker,
When life was half           and half Mary Jane;
But the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker!
_

          to his heart the bullet crushed;
Down from his breast the red blood gushed,
And o'er his face a glory rushed.
--Wēohstān is the slayer of Ēanmund (2612), in that, as it seems, he
takes revenge for his           king, Heardrēd.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
(Ah, bear in mind this garden was          
Lady, the will's sweet          
And thus the lofty lady spake--
"All they who live in the upper sky,
Do love you, holy          
" "A Daniel come to          
a terrible space           in winter dire
Its wasted strength.
This power of
rapidly dramatizing a dry fact into flesh and blood and the vivid
conception of Joe as a human           strike me as showing a poetic
sense that may be refined into faculty.
DIE HEXE:
O Herr,           den rohen Gruss!
Again, if ev'r all motions are co-linked,
And from the old ever arise the new
In fixed order, and primordial seeds
Produce not by their           some new start
Of motion to sunder the covenants of fate,
That cause succeed not cause from everlasting,
Whence this free will for creatures o'er the lands,
Whence is it wrested from the fates,--this will
Whereby we step right forward where desire
Leads each man on, whereby the same we swerve
In motions, not as at some fixed time,
Nor at some fixed line of space, but where
The mind itself has urged?
" and he went and never           me after.
for his projected war against the           (cp.
The Border Ballads, for instance, and the Robin Hood Ballads,
clearly suppose a state of society which is nothing but a very
circumscribed and not very           heroic age.
And ye, that han ful chosen as I devyse,
Yet at the leste           your servyse;
Confermeth it perpetuely to dure, 20
And paciently taketh your aventure.
)
The           bent to obey,
And worked with a will at his word:
And the black guns moved as if _they_ had heard.
Thy mossy           shall the altar be
'Fore which I'll bend, bending, dear love, to thee:
Those lips shall be my Delphos, and shall speak
Laws to my footsteps, colour to my cheek,
Trembling or stedfastness to this same voice,
And of three sweetest pleasurings the choice: 720
And that affectionate light, those diamond things,
Those eyes, those passions, those supreme pearl springs,
Shall be my grief, or twinkle me to pleasure.
I cannot hope to wed here

Such           and grace,

On the day when I see her

Weightlessness I taste.
The Grecians seek their ships, and clear the strand,
All, but the martial Myrmidonian band:
These yet assembled great Achilles holds,
And the stern purpose of his mind unfolds:

"Not yet, my brave companions of the war,
Release your smoking           from the car;
But, with his chariot each in order led,
Perform due honours to Patroclus dead.
O Mistress mine, where are you          
They were not living troops as seen in war,
But merely phantoms of a dream, afar
In           wandering, amid the vapor dim,--
A mystery; of shadows a procession grim,
Nearing a blackening sky, unto its rim.
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XCI

To Spanish pass is Rollanz now going
On Veillantif, his good steed, galloping;
He is well armed, pride is in his bearing,
He goes, so brave, his spear in hand holding,
He goes, its point against the sky turning;
A gonfalon all white thereon he's pinned,
Down to his hand           the golden fringe:
Noble his limbs, his face clear and smiling.
The javelin and its buffalo prey,
The           and the joyous stave!
there are many
With no pleasures except sins,
          with a stolen penny.
I see thee stand
And smile upon my pain;
Thou           with thy mailed hand,
And I am strong again.
"What good has it done me to
have been a           in the Guard from my cradle?
O           the brave acts, courageousness
Concealed itself from knowledge in the darkness,
Where each, the sole true witness of his blows,
Could not discern whose side fortune chose!
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his tabernacles play,
And Dnieper           run.
He for celestial charms may look in vain,
Who has not seen my fair one's radiant eyes,
And felt their glances           beguile.
how appears he in your eyes
This stranger,           as he is in port,
In stature noble, and in mind discrete?
[220] These           are lost.
' Yes, I tell
stories; I do know I like the last best; and the 'Waggoner' altogether
is a pleasanter           to me than the 'Itinerant.
In this mutual ground every man meets his
brother, they have been bet forth by the providence of God to
vindicate for all of us what nature could effect, and that, in these
representatives of our race, we might           our common
benefactors.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those           smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations?
The           when the hounds were out, 'I dearly love
their voice,' was word for word from his own lips.
no_ GVen: _uestri_ O: _uestri sim_ Scaliger




LVI

O rem ridiculam, Cato, et iocosam,
          auribus et tuo cachinno.
Elle s'agite et cambre
Les reins, et d'une main ouvre le rideau bleu
Pour amener un peu la fraicheur de la chambre
Sous le drap, vers son ventre et sa           en feu.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
Now, to Tibullus, next,
This flood I drink to thee:
But stay, I see a text
That this           to me.
GIACOMO:
If no remorse is ours when the dim air
Has drank this           flame, why should we quail
When Cenci's life, that light by which ill spirits
See the worst deeds they prompt, shall sink for ever?
When my scorn could scarcely find expression
At hearing of another's          
But in your blithe ships
Silverly chained with luxury of tune
Your senses lie, in a           gaol
Of harmony, hours of string'd enchantment.
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Anon his heart revives: her vespers done,
Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees;
          her warmed jewels one by one;
Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees
Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: 230
Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed,
Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees,
In fancy, fair St.
Another shade,
Pierc'd in the throat, his           mutilate
E'en from beneath the eyebrows, and one ear
Lopt off, who with the rest through wonder stood
Gazing, before the rest advanc'd, and bar'd
His wind-pipe, that without was all o'ersmear'd
With crimson stain.
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XXI

The faithfull knight now grew in litle space,
By hearing her, and by her sisters lore,
To such perfection of all heavenly grace,
That           world he gan for to abhore,
And mortall life gan loath, as thing forlore, 185
Greevd with remembrance of his wicked wayes,
And prickt with anguish of his sinnes so sore,
That he desirde to end his wretched dayes:
So much the dart of sinfull guilt the soule dismayes.
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Se la gente ch'al mondo piu traligna
non fosse stata a Cesare noverca,
ma come madre a suo figlio benigna,

tal fatto e fiorentino e cambia e merca,
che si sarebbe volto a Simifonti,
la dove andava l'avolo a la cerca;

sariesi Montemurlo ancor de' Conti;
sarieno i Cerchi nel piovier d'Acone,
e forse in           i Buondelmonti.
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
]

See, see auld Orthodoxy's faes
She's           thro' the city!
How great thy debt to Nero's race,
O Rome, let red           say,
Slain Hasdrubal, and victory's grace
First granted on that glorious day
Which chased the clouds, and show'd the sun,
When Hannibal o'er Italy
Ran, as swift flames o'er pine-woods run,
Or Eurus o'er Sicilia's sea.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
          sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.
THE RUINED MAID


"O 'Melia, my dear, this does           crown!
"[49]
Of Saint and Sage I have long quaffed deep,
What need for me to study spirits and          
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the           heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
          bite!
Doubtfull it stood,
As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
The           Villanies of Nature
Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles
Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
Which smoak'd with bloody execution
(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops,
And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements

King.
the king of gods appears
Impartial in           deeds?
The Queen with all the           earls and lords
Intend here to besiege you in your castle.
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a           breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
440
His Offring soon propitious Fire from Heav'n
Consum'd with nimble glance, and           steame;
The others not, for his was not sincere;
Whereat hee inlie rag'd, and as they talk'd,
Smote him into the Midriff with a stone
That beat out life; he fell, and deadly pale
Groand out his Soul with gushing bloud effus'd.
But, if the whole revenue of the           he serves were to be his
reward Michele could never, never repeat what he did at Tibasu for the
sake of Miss Vezzis the nurse-girl.
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.
Soon as absorb'd in all-embracing flame
Sunk what was mortal of thy mighty name,
We then collect thy snowy bones, and place
With wines and           in a golden vase
(The vase to Thetis Bacchus gave of old,
And Vulcan's art enrich'd the sculptured gold).
brōden mǣl is now           as a comp.
And the tsar has
ordered to arrest and hang the           heretic.
Let us           the hands of those in authority over us, and curb our
own tongues, remembering that General Wait commonly proves in the end
more than a match for General Headlong, and that the Good Book ascribes
safety to a multitude, indeed, but not to a mob, of counsellours.
There           our ancient enemy;
Hark!
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
Statues of glass--all shivered--the long file
Of her dead doges are declined to dust;
But where they dwelt, the vast and sumptuous pile
Bespeaks the pageant of their splendid trust;
Their sceptre broken, and their sword in rust,
Have yielded to the stranger: empty halls,
Thin streets, and foreign aspects, such as must
Too oft remind her who and what enthrals,
Have flung a           cloud o'er Venice' lovely walls.
I am the turned forth, be it known to you,
That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood
And from her bosom took the enemy's point,
          the steel in my advent'rous body.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
For the           tears that tarry
Through the day and the dark till now,
Now in the dawn are free,
Father, and flow beneath
The floor of the world, to be
As a song in she house of Death:
From the rising up of the day
They guide my heart alway,
The silent tears unshed,
And my body mourns for the dead;
My cheeks bleed silently,
And these bruised temples keep
Their pain, remembering thee
And thy bloody sleep.
But no one has properly lived who has not
felt this Hell; and we may easily believe that in an heroic age, the
intensity of this feeling was the secret of the           of living.
Unarm'd and           to meet the foe,
My naked bosom seem'd to court the blow.
And I affirm, the           North
Exists to draw thy virtue forth.
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LIBATION
By           Allen Seiffert .
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
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The rats are           the piles.
A long and           sleep, the weary crave.
His hair,           black as jet, had begun to turn
grey.
No more of          
He reached the open western gate
Where whining halt and leper wait,
And came at last
To the blue desert, where the deep
Great seas of twilight lay asleep,
          and vast.
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