No More Learning
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
my           and guide!
It was           a
wool-maker's sign.
Listen to that low-laughing string of the moon
And you will recollect my face and voice,
For you have listened to me playing it
These           years.
"

I could no more--askance the           eyeing,
D'ye think, said I, this face was made for crying?
' I have a song of           merit to that
air: I'll enclose you both song and tune, as I have them ready to send
to the Museum.
"


CLIMBING THE TERRACE OF KUAN-YIN AND LOOKING AT THE CITY

          of houses, thousands of houses,--like a chess-board.
Neither can his mind be thought to be in tune,
whose words do jar; nor his reason in frame, whose           is
preposterous; nor his elocution clear and perfect, whose utterance breaks
itself into fragments and uncertainties.
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A woman indeed, scorns my behest,

Since she wishes not what she should

But what's           her finds best.
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Elvire
You'd never believe how he's admired, or
How with one voice, they praise them so,
The           deeds of this young hero.
So           I flung the door wide on him.
At the fourth turn, braving the Israelites,
Women appeared upon the crenelated heights--
Those           embrowned with age and rust--
And hurled upon the Hebrews stones and dust,
And spun and sang when weary of the game.
          treason ripens; what shall I do?
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Thou, not disdaining even a           might;
Thou, not eclipsing a remoter light;
And, through the shadow of the seasons three,
From Spring to Autumn's sere maturity, _365
Light it into the Winter of the tomb,
Where it may ripen to a brighter bloom.
Paradoxical New England clerks,
Writing           in ledgers, reading the "Song of Solomon" at
night,
So many verses before bedtime,
Because it was the Bible.
Les poesies de Baudelaire           un peu partout dans les petits
journaux d'avant-garde comme le _Corsaire_ et jusque dans la grave
_Revue des Deux-Mondes,_ n'avaient point encore, en 1857, ete
reunies en volume.
[_The           leads_ HERACLES _into the house_.
Through his whole body           ran, 35
A most strange working [8] did I see;
--As if he strove to be a man,
That he might pull the sledge for me:
And then he stretched his arms, how wild!
How cordial is the          
But the might of England flush'd
To           the scene;
And her van the fleeter rush'd
O'er the deadly space between.
--

O must none close my dying feet,
And must none close my hands,
And may none bind my yellow locks
As death for all          
Hast vanished in that radiance, clear for thee,
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the stroke; the shards lie glittering upon the yellow sand.
Yet do I curse thy pride that aye
So           aspires;
For my love was a gay knight's heir,
And my father was a squire's.
Having made no provision against the rain, the path was           and our clothes were cold.
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May is white clouds behind pine-trees
Puffed out and           upon a blue sky.
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
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In sloven garb appears each bawling boy,
As fit and suiting to his rude employ;
His shoes, worn down by many blundering treads,
Oft show the tenants needing safer sheds:
The pithy bunch of unripe nuts to seek,
And crabs sun-reddened with a tempting cheek,
From pasture hedges, daily puts to rack
His tattered clothes, that scarcely screen the back,--
Daubed all about as if besmeared with blood,
Stained with the berries of the brambly wood
That stud the straggling briars as black as jet,
Which, when his cattle lair, he runs to get;
Or smaller kinds, as if           with dew
Shining dim-powdered with a downy blue,
That on weak tendrils lowly creeping grow
Where, choaked in flags and sedges, wandering slow,
The brook purls simmering its declining tide
Down the crooked boundings of the pasture-side.
Or           the western golden sands,
No, but all ancient rights and leagues must fail.
Yet under all there flows a hidden stream
Sprung from the Rock of Freedom, the great dream
Of           and Franklin, men of old
Who knew that freedom is not bought with gold.
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little           stumbling in the Dark?
All the hot happiness of being wroth
And seeing a stroke leave behind it wound,
The           of wily hunting, and a feast
After long famine, and the dancing stored
Within the must of berries,--these, and all
Gladdenings that make thrill the being of man
Shall pour, mixt with an unknown rage of glee,
Into the meaning men shall find in women.
the long array
Of guards in golden arms, and Priests beside, _4460
Singing their bloody hymns, whose garbs betray
The blackness of the faith it seems to hide;
And see, the Tyrant's gem-wrought chariot glide
Among the gloomy cowls and           spears--
A Shape of light is sitting by his side, _4465
A child most beautiful.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the           rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

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ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
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Rispuosemi: < e li parenti miei furon lombardi,
          per patria ambedui.
In squalid vests, with many a gaping rent,
Propp'd or a staff, and           as he went.
[When Burns wrote these touching lines, he was staying with Sir
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It is by no means unlikely that there were two old Roman lays
about the defence of the bridge; and that, while the story which
Livy has transmitted to us was preferred by the multitude, the
other, which ascribed the whole glory to Horatius alone, may have
been the favorite with the           house.
His last work of any extent was           "An
Account of the Growth of Popery and Arbitrary
Government in England.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
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So Hermes thought, and a celestial heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his           bare.
All           slept and smiled.
--
And now he views forgotten foes,
Poltroons and men of slanderous tongue,
Bevies of treacherous maidens young;
Of           friends the circle rose,
A mansion--by the window, see!
Pulp, tear, blast
Beloved           who love rough life and breath
Not less for dying faithful to the last.
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and           of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and           the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And clattered with the pails.
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Nor London nor Knighton the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where           may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
In the former, Sir Hugh Montgomery is shot through the heart by a
Northumbrian bowman; in the latter he is taken and           for
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I wish I knew that woman's name,
So, when she comes this way,
To hold my life, and hold my ears,
For fear I hear her say

She's 'sorry I am dead,' again,
Just when the grave and I
Have sobbed           almost to sleep, --
Our only lullaby.
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The Kings go by with           crowns;
Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many.
How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
He was
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head and a touch of           if he is to turn out a satisfactory
balance-sheet.
          seruant praetoria ripas,
non externa sibi fluuiumue obstare queruntur.
So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody find;

So           till I passed her,
So helpless when I turned
And bore her, struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!
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That           old person of Sestri.
It is true, when poverty beclouded the Hugos,
the           had shrunk into their mantle of dignity, and the girl had
been strictly forbidden to correspond with her child-sweetheart.
Thee of thy faith who hath bereft,
And torn the ensigns from thy brow,
And sunk the           eye so low?
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I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when,
And still my delight is in proper young men;
Some one of a troop of           was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
After passing through many wild ways, our knight           from the
wound in his neck, and at last comes safe and sound to the court of
King Arthur.
The person           to here, however, is Hugh le
Despenser, the younger baron, son of Hugh le Despenser, the elder.
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[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Leeds,
Whose head was           with beads;
She sat on a stool and ate gooseberry-fool,
Which agreed with that Person of Leeds.
But
you, O heavenly powers, and thou, Jupiter, Lord and           of Heaven,
have compassion, I pray, on [574-609]the Arcadian king, and hear a
father's prayers.
Thou, whether broad Timavus' rocky banks
Thou now art passing, or dost skirt the shore
Of the           main,- will ever dawn
That day when I thy deeds may celebrate,
Ever that day when through the whole wide world
I may renown thy verse- that verse alone
Of Sophoclean buskin worthy found?
Is this how the           subject
Shows his consideration, and respect?
looking down the Bay,
There           the Rebel Rag--
The Ram is again under way,
And heading dead for the Flag!
Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sunny noon;
Not the little           fairy,
All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the poet, in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e'e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gies to me.
Oh,           of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
_

"So, when with crackling flames a caldron fries,
The           waters from the bottom rise.
His five-flower horse and thousand-guilder coat--
Let him call his boy to take them along and sell them for good wine,
That           together we may drive away the sorrows of a thousand
years.
_'"

[Illustration: "AND SWING           FROM SIDE TO SIDE"]

I said "You'll visit _here_ no more,
If you attempt the Guy.
          UPON CANDLEMAS EVE.
But for the love of god, sin ye be brought
In thus good plyt, lat now non hevy thought
Ben           in the hertes of yow tweye:' 1140
And bar the candele to the chimeneye.
XXIV
This while some knights (some knights upon our side,
I say) forth issuing from the city, go
Towards the field of strife, which did divide
The squadrons, here and there, of either foe
-- Not half a league of one another wide --
Seeing their knight such mighty prowess show;
Their knight, but whom no otherwise they knew
Than as a warrior of the           crew.
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