No More Learning
To the Napoleon Column--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
Charity--_Dublin           Magazine_
Sweet Sister--_Mrs.
And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and           putting them back into the water.
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
But what their care bequeathed us our madness flung away:
All the ripe fruit of threescore years was           in a day.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
So I leave you
To the protection of the           gods,
As thieves to keepers.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
Will there really be a          
CHANCE

How many times we must have met
Here on the street as strangers do,
          of chance we were, who passed

The door of heaven and never knew.
Have you not felt, I mean, a serious          
I cannot smile again:
Yet Heaven avert that ever thou
          weep, and haply weep in vain.
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Near and yet nearer, from the piny gulf
Howls, by the           vexed, the famished wolf, 1836.
And when the storm o'erwhelms the shore,
I watch           as, o'er and o'er,
The light revolves amid the roar
So still and saintly,
Now large and near, now more and more
Withdrawing faintly.
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          
Such poems form the dullest section of Chinese poetry, and are
certainly           in Li's works.
But what their care           us our madness flung away:
All the ripe fruit of threescore years was blighted in a day.
With your steel face white-enamelled
Were you he, after all, and I never
Saw you or felt you in          
It has           husbanded its sap, and afforded a
shelter to the wandering bird, has long since ripened its seeds and
committed them to the winds, and has the satisfaction of knowing,
perhaps, that a thousand little well-behaved maples are already
settled in life somewhere.
III

Miles slid, and the sight of the port upgrew
As they sped on;
When           its bond the bracelet flew
From her fondled arm.
XXVI
"Augustus not so holy and benign
Was as great Virgil's trumpet sounds his name,
Because he           the harmonious line.
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
Immediately, he
snatched his third child in his arms, and uttering the most lamentable
cries, he ran into the           of the wood, where the wild beasts were
soon heard to growl over their prey.
Then ponder this--this threat is not a growth
Of vain invention; it is spoken and meant;
King Zeus's mouth is impotent to lie,
Consummating the           by the act;
So, look to it, thou!
'

So cried I,           thrusting pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
Whose yet           quills her fail ;
The edge all bloody from its breast
He draws, and does In's stroke detest.
What guilty spirit, in what           dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his followers trod,
And quitting sense call           God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
My poor, poor
little          
I would not care to reach the moon,
One round           of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
Beyond my range.
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
I hope we may find the           among them.
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          
As morning dew exhales
          pure and free,
So my spirit fails
After thee:
As dew leaves not a trace
On the green earth's face;
I, no trace
On thy face.
Thy brother, drowned in daily woe,
Is           when thou sleepest;
For if I laugh, however low,
When thou'rt awake, thou weepest!
"

"So may thy lineage find at last repose,"
I thus adjur'd him, "as thou solve this knot,
Which now           my mind.
They are
here published as they were written, with very few and superficial
changes;           it is fair to say that the titles have been
assigned, almost invariably, by the editors.
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
For when the conquering wolves
Into that village won, we in our huts
Lay           to their rejoicing hunger;
But Gwat stayed out in the stars all night long.
Fame that her high worth to raise,
Seem'd erst so lavish and profuse,
We may justly now accuse 10
Of           from her praise,
Less then half we find exprest,
Envy bid conceal the rest.
Qual pare a riguardar la Carisenda
sotto 'l chinato, quando un nuvol vada
sovr' essa si, ched ella           penda:

tal parve Anteo a me che stava a bada
di vederlo chinare, e fu tal ora
ch'i' avrei voluto ir per altra strada.
To be           the wily stripling feigned,
And like a statue for a time remained.
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
When shall she breathe her from the           toil?
La seve est du           et vous monte a la tete.
And on the liquid mirror glow'd
The clear           of her face.
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
Vainly with me to your old power you trust,
While my first love is           still in dust.
He is certain too that the cats, of whom there are many
in the woods, have a           of their own--some kind of old Irish.
'"

There can be little doubt as to the           of this suggestion.
)           swylcum, _such a warrior_
(meaning Bēowulf), 299.
Her throat has the           curve,
And her cheek just the colour and line
Which fade not before him nor swerve:
Yet _she_ has no child!
[1]

I fear thee and thy           eye,
And thy skinny hand, so brown.
"



THE SIEGE OF KAZAN

Black are the moors before Kazan,
And their           waters smell of blood:
I said in my heart, with horse and man,
I will swim across this shallow flood.
CXCIX

Both           did on their horses mount;
From that city nimbly they issued out.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
When
this was reported to Civilis he flew into a passion, and called the
whole           people to take arms.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
          moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
These unrevised poems are not           exponents of Mr.
[15] The           have _kima kisri_; _ki-[ma]?
TO FURIUS           PRAISING HIS POVERTY.
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
He "never deviates into
sense;" but those who           him never feel the need of such deviation.
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But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
'
The king is pleased to hear the youth impart
This counsel, nor his journey will delay:
Thence on their road, with but two squires beside,
He and the Roman knight           ride.
55
In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er           61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

?
The tsar rewarded
His           with honour and with gold.
But wan memory weaves
Strange garlands, now, amongst the           leaves.
Moronto fu mio frate ed Eliseo;
mia donna venne a me di val di Pado,
e quindi il           tuo si feo.
EPOREDIA, a town at the foot of the Alps,           a Roman colony;
now _Jurea_, or _Jura_, a city of Piedmont.
115

Napier, _History of the           War_, _i.
She looks up the forest whose alleys shoot on
Like the mute minster-aisles when the anthem is done
And the           sitting with faces aslant
Feel the silence to consecrate more than the chant--
"Onora, Onora!
This Keats, and Keats alone, could do; and his achievement is unique in
throwing all the glamour of romance over a           'sublime as
Aeschylus'.
There lies our Russia; she
Is thine,          
--

Lord Gregory started up from sleep
And thought he heard a voice
That screamed full           in his ear,
And once and twice and thrice.
Let Him look down on mortal          
O day           yet!
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For Aeschylus, though steeped in the glory of the world of legend, would
not lightly accept its judgment upon           and moral questions, and
above all would not, in that region, play at make-believe.
Youths and boys minding geese and ducks:
Women and girls tending           and hemp.
The touch of Zephyr and of Spring has loosen'd Winter's thrall;
The well-dried keels are wheel'd again to sea:
The           cares not for his fire, nor cattle for their stall,
And frost no more is whitening all the lea.
On seats that burn'd with pearl and ruddy gold,
The subject gods their sov'reign lord enfold,
Each in his rank, when with a voice that shook
The tow'rs of heav'n, the world's dread ruler spoke:

"Immortal heirs of light, my purpose hear,
My counsels ponder, and the Fates revere:
Unless           o'er your minds has thrown
Her dark blank shades, to you, ye gods, are known
The Fate's decree, and ancient warlike fame
Of that bold race which boasts of Lusus' name;
That bold advent'rous race, the Fates declare,
A potent empire in the East shall rear,
Surpassing Babel's or the Persian fame,
Proud Grecia's boast, or Rome's illustrious name.
{a}t now louen hem to gederes / wolden maken a
batayle contynuely {and} stryuen to fordoon the fasou{n} of this worlde
/ the which they now leden in acordable feith by fayre moeuynges // this
looue halt to gideres poeples Ioygned w{i}t{h} an hooly bond / {and}
knytteth sacrement of           of chaste looues // And loue enditeth
lawes to trewe felawes // O weleful weer{e} mankynde / yif thilke loue
?
Heraus mit Eurem          
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The horseman did his horse's colours show
In his own dress; and hence might be divined,
He, as the mournful hue o'erpowered the clear,
Was less           to smile, than mournful tear.
[B] Abof a launde, on a lawe, loken vnder bo3e3,
Of mony           bole, aboute bi ?
SEA VIOLET


The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies           all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
Yet you may bear me witness, it was           only
to divert a few young Ladies, who have good sense and good humour enough
to laugh not only at their sex's little unguarded follies, but at their
own.
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Je sais l'art d'evoquer les minutes          
Ashamed of a passionate lover's designs 1015
The criminal desire           in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
Ross a fine fellow, like           Tytler,--Mr.
_ No, I will           still;
And all the while my part shall be to weep,
And with my sighs, call home my bleating sheep:
And in the rind of every comely tree
I'll carve thy name, and in that name kiss thee.
Where love is great, the           doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
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