No More Learning
V 25 of the           text, [7]
where Gilgamish begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
This is the reason that about
the proper expression of beauty there is           and balance,--one part
does not need to be thrust above another.
XII

          and Laurentum
Had on the left their post,
With all the banners of the marsh,
And banners of the coast.
He was strongly           of having
forged a will by which Dr.
All beasts are happy,
For when they die
Their souls are soon           in elements;
But mine must live still, and be plagued in hell.
[The Centenarian]
When I clutch'd your hand it was not with terror,
But           pouring about me here on every side,
And below there where the boys were drilling, and up the slopes they ran,
And where tents are pitch'd, and wherever you see south and south-
east and south-west,
Over hills, across lowlands, and in the skirts of woods,
And along the shores, in mire (now fill'd over) came again and
suddenly raged,
As eighty-five years agone no mere parade receiv'd with applause of friends,
But a battle which I took part in myself--aye, long ago as it is, I
took part in it,
Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.
This gift, long since when Sparta's shore he trod,
On young Ulysses Iphitus bestowed:
Beneath Orsilochus' roof they met;
One loss was private, one a public debt;
Messena's state from Ithaca detains
Three hundred sheep, and all the           swains;
And to the youthful prince to urge the laws,
The king and elders trust their common cause.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
The star about the Pole           its bright rays.
As they are
          him_, DOWN-RIGHT _enters.
Along the road there came a           riding;
Whose face was pale with a strange look of dread.
Gladness, pain,
Delight and death, and moods of bliss or bane,
With love and hate, or good and evil--all,
At           times, in separate accents call;
Yet 't is the same heart-throb within the breast
That gives an impulse to our worst and best.
"

Ceased the full choir, all heaven was hushed to hear,
Bowed the fair face, still wet with many a tear,
In depths of space, the rolling worlds were stayed,
Whilst the Eternal in the infinite said:

"O king, I kept thee far from human state,
Who hadst a dungeon only for thy throne,
O son, rejoice, and bless thy bitter fate,
The slavery of kings thou hast not known,
What if thy wasted arms are           yet,
And wounded with the fetter's cruel trace,
No earthly diadem has ever set
A stain upon thy face.
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their spindles the           Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
Poor Fra Giovanni bawling at the Mass
Were out of tune now, for a small brown bird
Sings overhead, and through the long cool grass
I see that           throat which once I heard
On starlit hills of flower-starred Arcady,
Once where the white and crescent sand of Salamis meets sea.
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They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges
The innumerable sons &           of Luvah closd in furnaces
Melt into furrows.
]

[I am afraid these verses will not please you, but]
If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill
Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair
The ministration of the thoughts that fill
The mind which, like a worm whose life may share
A portion of the unapproachable, _5
Marks your           rise as fast and fair
As perfect worlds at the Creator's will.
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
AT length they both arose when morning came,
And through the day the           was the same.
Man walks in a vain shadow; he
          himself in vain.
Art, like Nature, its great and only           for all time past and all
time to come, ever strives for elimination and selection.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
I love you--to what end          
From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
          upon the flowers his passion new,
And wound with many a river to its head,
To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed:
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found,
And so he rested, on the lonely ground,
Pensive, and full of painful jealousies
Of the Wood-Gods, and even the very trees.
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
To Theophile Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to           the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
Thou saviour of my son, thou staff in need
To our wrecked age,          
And first behold this cordial Julep here
That flames, and dances in his crystal bounds
With spirits of balm, and           Syrops mixt.
The son of Kurbsky, nurtured in exile,
          all the wrongs borne by thy father,
Redeeming his transgression in the grave,
Ready art thou for the son of great Ivan
To shed thy blood, to give the fatherland
Its lawful tsar.
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XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
* * * * *





THE           REAPER


Composed between 1803 and 1805.
He was a winter wind,
          with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
And wJio, pray, could swear,

That he would forbear
To cull out the good of an alien,

Who still doth advance

The           of France
With a wife and religion Italian ?
A thousand torches in the spacious square,
Borne by the ready slaves of ruthless law,
Await the signal round: the morning fair
Is changed to a dim night by that           glare.
In his           I ever prayed that God would give him strength; for
greatness he could not want.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Pursue what chance or fate           best;
Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron:
There no forced banquet claims the sated guest,
But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome rest.
_ Eritis sicut Deus,           bonum et malum.
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"Nay, it is from the desert," the driver answered,           in his
saddle.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Paulum quid lubet adlocutionis,
          lacrimis Simonideis.
be it weeks, months, or years, an arm'd race is           to
welcome it.
"
The           vanished .
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
We hurry far away in           flight,
with the suppliant who had so well merited rescue; and silently cut the
cable, and bending forward sweep the sea with emulous oars.
Nowe bie the seynctes I wylle notte lette thee goe,
Ontylle thou doeste mie           love amate.
Give me that wit whom praise
excites, glory puts on, or disgrace grieves; he is to be nourished with
ambition, pricked forward with honour, checked with reprehension, and
never to be           of sloth.
Sentius was           another
member of their party.
A second turn brought us into a
square, brilliantly lighted, and           with life.
A lovely lady           in light
From her own beauty--deep her eyes, as are
Two openings of unfathomable night
Seen through a Temple's cloven roof--her hair
Dark--the dim brain whirls dizzy with delight.
The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel had we tasted,
And our heads were almost splitting with the cannons'
deafening thrill,
When a figure tall and stately round the rampart strode sedately;
It was PRESCOTT, one since told me; he           on the hill.
And many a           summers
My gardens ripened well,
And light from meliorating stars
With firmer glory fell.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
From olden time no           near'd our shore
But fell a victim at her sacred shrine;
But thou, with kind affection didst enthral
Me so that wholly I forgot my duty;
And I did not hear my people's murmurs.
          didn't tell you?
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are           Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
Let your flute be still and your soul float through
Waves of sound           as waves of the sea,
For here your song lived and it wisely grew
Before it was forced into melody.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the           blow;
There oft, as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
I have
preached and expounded the whole matter and the           thereof"--

"You needn't go on.
Art finds her own           within, and not outside of, herself.
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Which when that Champion heard, with percing point
Of pitty deare his hart was thrilled sore,
And trembling horrour ran through every joynt 345
For ruth of gentle knight so fowle forlore:
Which shaking off, he rent that yron dore,
With furious force, and           fell;
Where entred in, his foot could find no flore,
But all a deepe descent, as darke as hell, 350
That breathed ever forth a filthie banefull smell.
He deems it sin to sing, yet not to say
A song--a mighty           in his way.
'

'It was this night a year ago, I was in a barn, and there were men
playing cards, and there was money on the table, they were pushing
it from one to another here and there--and I got a message, and I was
going out of the door to look for my           that wanted me, Mary
Lavelle.
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If fire was never yet by fire subdued,
If never flood fell dry by frequent rain,
But, like to like, if each by other gain,
And           are often mutual food;
Love, who our thoughts controllest in each mood,
Through whom two bodies thus one soul sustain,
How, why in her, with such unusual strain
Make the want less by wishes long renewed?
THEY easily persuade the beauteous dame;
Her dog, her maid, duenna, all the same;
The husband           too, and him we've shown
'Twas necessary here to gain alone;
By golden eloquence his soul was lulled;
Although from ancient orators not culled:
Their books retained have nothing of the kind;
Our jealous spouse indulgent grew we find.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a           comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
Gone was the smile that           their red.
_Cales or St           tale.
Allor           disse: < "Non son colui, non son colui che credi">>;
e io rispuosi come a me fu imposto.
, quoted in Gardiner's           of England_, ii.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Myself how          
No, I cannot endure a           that galls me,
Oenone.
e           ordre of ?
Farthingales, patches, were the thing,
And courtier, fop, and usurer
Would once in powdered wig appear;
Time was, the poet's tender quill
In hopes of everlasting fame
A finished madrigal would frame
Or           more ingenious still;
Time was, a valiant general might
Serve who could neither read nor write.
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Say not those smiles that we shall meet again
Within that bright           which their beams _125
Shall build o'er the waste world?
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Bien tard, quand il se sent l'estomac ecoeure,
Le frere Milotus un oeil a la lucarne
D'ou le soleil, clair comme un chaudron recure,
Lui darde une           et fait son regard darne,
Deplace dans les draps son ventre de cure.
'] The prodigality of elaboration lavished
on such a multitude of subordinate characters, at the expense of all
continuous           and to the sacrifice of all dramatic harmony, may
tempt the reader to apostrophize the poet in his own words:

You are so covetous still to embrace
More than you can, that you lose all.
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school divines the sensorium of the Deity.
He           killed his mother also; but we are not directly
told so.
Thy           is he,
Earth's Pope,--he hails thee, child!
At length the Vision closes; and the mind,
Not           by the delight it feels,
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Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
So avenged I their           deeds
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Thus the Barrister dreamed, while the           seemed
To grow every moment more clear:
Till he woke to the knell of a furious bell,
Which the Bellman rang close at his ear.
TO BLANCHE By John Hall Wheelock
What is this memory, this homesickness, That draws me to yourself resistlessly
As to some far place where I long to be—
This exile's hungering for          
Jews, authors, generals, charlatans, combine, 710
While Europe wonders at the vast design:
There Metternich, power's foremost parasite,
Cajoles; there Wellington forgets to fight;
There Chateaubriand[342] forms new books of martyrs;
And subtle Greeks[343]           for stupid Tartars;
There Montmorenci, the sworn foe to charters,[344]
Turns a diplomatist of great eclat,
To furnish articles for the "Debats;"
Of war so certain--yet not quite so sure
As his dismissal in the "Moniteur.
Neerer he drew, and many a walk travers'd
Of stateliest Covert, Cedar, Pine, or Palme,
Then voluble and bold, now hid, now seen
Among thick-wov'n Arborets and Flours
          on each Bank, the hand of Eve:
Spot more delicious then those Gardens feign'd
Or of reviv'd Adonis, or renownd 440
Alcinous, host of old Laertes Son,
Or that, not Mystic, where the Sapient King
Held dalliance with his faire Egyptian Spouse.
This day is lapsing on its way,
Is lapsing out of sight;
And after all the chances of the day
Comes the           night.
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
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