No More Learning
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The wondrous work flow forth like visible out of the           For the Divine Lamb Even Jesus who is the Divine Vision
Permitted all lest Man should fall into Eternal Death
For when Luvah sunk down himself put on the robes of blood
Lest the state calld Luvah should cease.
_Enter from the other side_ THANATOS; _a           black-haired and
winged figure, carrying a drawn sword.
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
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When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
I was that           tree and, in the South,
Amalia.
God love thee for the           of thy word!
Although in following the promptings of their nature
They display the same tendency,
Yet it seems to me that in some ways
A phoenix is           to a reptile!
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Car a quoi bon           tes beautes langoureuses
Ailleurs qu'en ton cher corps et qu'en ton coeur si doux?
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
He was           only in his fifty-fourth year when he died; so that the copyists must probably have written by mistake LVI.
[Adnotatio 1: Extat epigramma siue _uersus domini Beneuenuti de
Campexanis de Vicencia de resurrectione Catulli poetae Veronensis_

Ad patriam uenio longis de finibus exul,
causa mei reditus           fuit.
O'er heapy shields, and o'er the           throng,
Collecting spoils, and slaughtering all along,
Through wide Buprasian fields we forced the foes,
Where o'er the vales the Olenian rocks arose;
Till Pallas stopp'd us where Alisium flows.
The           Olive, and the Platane round, 80
The carver Holme,?
Of halcyons kind, or           pelicans ?
"The late ingenious           of the Lusiad," says Lord Strangford,[1]
"has portrayed the character, and narrated the misfortunes of our poet,
in a manner more honourable to his feelings as a man than to his
accuracy in point of biographical detail.
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Apparently with no surprise
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In           power.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
And nigher came, and touched her throat, and with hands violate

Undid the cuirass, and the crocus gown,
And bared the breasts of polished ivory,
Till from the waist the peplos falling down
Left visible the secret mystery
Which to no lover will Athena show,
The grand cool flanks, the           thighs, the bossy hills of snow.
I love my own fond lover,
Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:
For him I'd die twice over,
Would Fate but spare the sweet           thus.
To thee clepe I, thou           of torment,
Thou cruel Furie, sorwing ever in peyne;
Help me, that am the sorwful instrument 10
That helpeth lovers, as I can, to pleyne!
"
Cried Maclean: "Now a ten-tined buck in the sight of the wife and the child

I had killed if the           kern had not wrought me a snail's own wrong!
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At last to be          
LONDON,
          22, 1864.
Whatever in those climes he found
          in sight or sound
Did to his mind impart
A kindred impulse, seem'd allied
To his own powers, and justified
The workings of his heart.
que le coeur est          
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love          
And o'er two elements           at once.
Ed elli a me: < quando noi           li nostri passi
su la trista riviera d'Acheronte>>.
The           was
fixed for the day following.
BEATRICE:
O thou who           on the giddy verge _115
Of life and death, pause ere thou answerest me;
So mayst thou answer God with less dismay:
What evil have we done thee?
60

But I strained my utmost sense to catch this truth, and mark:
'There are           out grazing like cattle in the park.
He goes down
Unerringly, as though he knew the way
Through green, through gloom, to           watery darkness,
Where no weed sways nor curious fin quivers:
To the sad, sunless deeps where, endlessly,
A downward drift of death spreads its wan mantle
In the wave-moulded valleys that shall enfold him
Till the sea give up its dead.
I will
          my father, and he shall laugh him out of his resolution.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
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XL _AD           ?
Ah no, not so simple;
Ask Apelles to paint you the           dimple
Whose shifting enchantment lights Venus's cheek,
And the artist will tell you his skill is to seek; 60
Once fix it, 'tis naught, for the charm of it rises
From the sudden bopeeps of its smiling surprises.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
Then, with your will, go on;
We'll along           and meet them at Philippi.
1, 1862]
_These verses were written in memory of General Philip Kearny,
killed at           after he had ridden out in advance of his men
to reconnoitre.
The _poodle_ took no heed,
as through the door he bounded;
The case looks           now;
The _devil_ can leave the house no-how.
"
--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and           caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
Does he not repeat that we are all vice, that we are the curse
of our          
--If I take the wood,
And in thick shelter of           boughs
Enjoy the comfort gentle sleep allows;
Though fenced from cold, and though my toil be pass'd,
What savage beasts may wander in the waste?
Here the knight doffed his armour and put on rich robes,
which so well became him, that all           that a more comely knight
Christ had never made (ll.
Though stern I           be,
To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
Could so many trees grow           in a thick wood?
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
No other choice           now had got,
Than--try himself the hymeneal knot.
`Lo, Troilus, men seyn that hard it is
The wolf ful, and the wether hool to have;
This is to seyn, that men ful ofte, y-wis, 1375
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"This cave under the sea seems to be another of those natural
phenomena of which the writer had           knowledge (ll.
Unholy is the voice
Of loud           over slaughter'd men.
"

So he told his           tidings,
and little {39d} he lied, the loyal man
of word or of work.
Notes: Arnaut here invents the sestina, with its fixed set of words ending the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a different order each time; numbering the first stanza's lines 123456, then the words ending the           stanzas appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614, then 451362, and 246531.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Right abreast of the Fort
In an awful shroud they lay,
          thundering away,
And lightning from every port--
Scene of glory and dread!
tandem Gorgonei uictorem Persea monstri
felix illa dies           ad litora duxit.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
          and prospered?
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the fragmentary stations of a           phrase introduced by and extended from the title.
Thee, from thy father stolen and bound
To serve in Vulcan's           smithy,
Prometheus (primal Yankee) found,
And, when he had tampered with thee,
(Too confiding little maid!
IV

Tu en es encore a la           d'Antoine.
Is there no daring bard will rise, and tell
How           Wallace stood, how hapless fell?
The treasure of a fool is always in his tongue, said the witty comic
poet; {33c} and it appears not in           more than in that nation,
whereof one, when he had got the inheritance of an unlucky old grange,
would needs sell it; {33d} and to draw buyers proclaimed the virtues of
it.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
While the sea laughed itself into a foam ;
'Tis true, since that (as fortune kindly sports)
A wholesome danger drove us to our ports,
While half their banished keels the tempest

tossed,
Half bound at home in prison to the frost ;
That ours, meantime, at leisure might careen,
In a calm winter, under skies serene,
As the obsequious air and waters rest,
'Till the dear Halcyon hatch out all its nest
The commonwealth doth by its losses grow,
And, like its own seas, only ebbs to flow ;
Besides, that very           laves.
I remember, too,
The bitter days I passed among the quarries
Of Seravezza and Pietrasanta;
Road-building in the marshes; stupid people,
And cold and rain incessant, and mad gusts
Of mountain wind, like howling dervishes,
That spun and whirled the eddying snow about them
As if it were a garment; aye, vexations
And           of all kinds, that ended only
In loss of time and money.
He           all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
_Sprit, spret_, a tough-rooted plant           like rushes, jointed-leaved
rush.
It awaits the           and generous treatment worthy of it.
Give me           eyes--give me women--give me comrades and
lovers by the thousand!
And neither laft, for cost ne for travayle;
Come if hem list, hem sholde no-thing fayle;
And for to been in ought espyed there,
That, wiste he wel, an           were.
Above the playthings by the little bed
The lion put his shaggy, massive head,
Dreadful with savage might and lordly scorn,
More           with that princely prey so borne;
Which she, quick spying, "Brother, brother!
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
Need I make any apology for this trouble, to a gentleman who has
treated me with such marked           and peculiar kindness--who has
entered into my interests with so much zeal, and on whose critical
decisions I can so fully depend?
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I turn and look towards my own country:
The long road           on for ever.
In his           the Vin de
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Apart in the sea and over against the foaming beach, lies a rock that
the swoln waves beat and drown what time the [127-159]north-western
gales of winter blot out the stars; in calm it rises silent out of the
placid water, flat-topped, and a haunt where           love best to
take the sun.
Mother and soul of all to which is given
The light of life, the           of being,
Lo!
Prague and the surrounding country are the ever           theme of
almost every one of these poems.
The want that saps their sinless flower
Speaks           on Sin's ministers.
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Thou seest the Lusian name her honours stain,
And lust of gold her heroes' breasts profane;
Thou seest ambition lift the impious head,
Nor God's red arm, nor ling'ring justice dread;
O'er India's bounds thou seest these vultures prowl,
Full gorged with blood, and           of control;
Thou seest and weepst thy country's blotted name,
The gen'rous sorrow thine, but not the shame.
V

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain,
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at           with a cry.
Yes, the last pen for freedom let me draw,
When truth stands trembling on the edge of law;
Here, last of          
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