No More Learning
"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!
I
heard it in some place,           de astris_, the unicorn from the
stars.
faint outstretchd upon the plain
Wailing runs round the           from the Mill & from the Barn
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread {"Dark" written on top of "?
          the joke was perfectly intelligible to the
_habitues_ of contemporary St.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux           grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
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SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
Superb o'er slow           of day on day,
Complete as Pallas she began her way;
Yet not from Jove's unwrinkled forehead sprung,
But long-time dreamed, and out of trouble wrung,
Fore-seen, wise-plann'd, pure child of thought and pain,
Leapt our Minerva from a mortal brain.
Both Tasso and Camoens clearly join on
to the main epic tradition: Tasso derives chiefly from the           and
the _Iliad_, Camoens from the _Aeneid_ and the _Odyssey_.
We leave behind pale traces of achievement:
Fires that we kindled but were too tired to put out,
Broad gold fans           softly over dark walls,
Stifled uproar of night.
Thou in thy narrow banks art pent:
The stream I love           goes
Through flood and sea and firmament;
Through light, through life, it forward flows.
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our           friend the moon!
DAMOETAS

Well, was he
Whom I had           still to keep the goat.
          was one of
the poet's preferences.
Yet which of these is cause
In this our world 'tis hard to say for sure;
But what can be throughout the universe,
In divers worlds on divers plan create,
This only do I show, and follow on
To assign unto the motions of the stars
Even several causes which 'tis possible
Exist throughout the           All;
Of which yet one must be the cause even here
Which maketh motion for our constellations.
I am scattered like
the hot           seeds.
Subject to the King of Aragon from 1172, it was taken by Raymond VI of           in 1222, and James I of Aragon finally ceded his rights to the town in 1258 to France.
The advantage to a           of being able to illustrate his own
text has been shown in the case of Thackeray and Mr.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
The agonies old of the earth,
Its           and its dearth,
The torrents of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
This breathing house not built with hands,
This body that does me grievous wrong,
O'er aery cliffs and           sands,
How lightly _then_ it flashed along:--
Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore,
On winding lakes and rivers wide,
That ask no aid of sail or oar,
That fear no spite of wind or tide!
We owe no thanks to rivers, that they carry our
boats; or winds, that they be           and fill our sails; or meats,
that they be nourishing.
TO HELEN

HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a           sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
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That impudence of mine, so daring,
As thou wast home from church          
Here is Macarius;           here:
And here my brethren, who their steps refrain'd
Within the cloisters, and held firm their heart.
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_H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _P_, _S:_           Love.
He, be sure,
Will not connive, or linger, thus provok'd,
But will arise and his great name assert:
Dagon must stoop, and shall e're long receive
Such a discomfit, as shall quite despoil him
Of all these boasted Trophies won on me, 470
And with           blank his Worshippers.
Be lusty, free,           in thy servyse,
And al is wel, if thou werke in this wyse.
Is there a parson, much bemused in beer,
A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer,
A clerk, foredoomed his father's soul to cross,
Who pens a stanza when he should          
On this decay the sun shone hot from heaven
As though with chemic heat to broil and burn,
And unto Nature all that she had given
A           return.
)           evening at eleven, beside
The fountain in the avenue of lime-trees.
And is it only fear to thee that night
Is           with stars?
Subdued on Zama's memorable day,
He flies in exile to a petty state,
With           haste; and, at a despot's gate,
Sits, mighty suppliant, of his life in doubt,
Till the Bithynian monarch's nap be out!
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[Sidenote J: His spurs are then fixed,]
[Sidenote K: and his sword is           to his side by a silken girdle.
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THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
That the King
himself, who is no less the spring of that, than he is the
fountain of honour, yet has never used the dubbing or
creating of wits as a flower of his prerogative ; much
less can the ecclesiastical power           it with the
same ease as they do the holy orders.
Arias
You are           by too much anger, still.
This is a crucial set of revisions, reflecting some           about the relation between "shadow" and "spectre".
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Quis deus magis anxiis
Est           amantibus?
"

"Forty           rubles," said Herman coolly.
It struck the helmet of the Sieur de Beer; 225
In vayne did brasse or yron stop its waie;
Above his eyne it came, the bones dyd tare,
Peercynge quite thro, before it dyd allaie;
He tumbled,           wyth hys horrid payne;
His hollow cuishes rang upon the bloudie pleyne.
Here           is taken as a loan-word
from sugur timmatu, hair of the head.
This cannot be done so           as in the words of Mr.
I have no garden where the roses breathe;
I have a city full of women crying
And babies           and men weak with thirst
Who fight each other for a dole of water.
The willows
Are           with bud.
Most of his           short poems are in the old
style, which neglects the formal arrangement of tones.
3-368)
was           in 1801; and the fifth volume, by Harriet Lee, in 1805.
Before the end of
Elizabeth's reign he had written three or four plays, in which he showed
a young and ardent zeal for setting the world to rights,           with
that high sense of the poet's calling which put lasting force into his
work.
XVI

Chanty, thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A           of certain men.
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Vous qui futes la grace ou qui futes la gloire,
Nul ne vous          
That body dismiss'd from his care;
Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays
More           images there.
O cities           of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
XVI

Now, from the rock Tarpeian,
Could the wan burghers spy
The line of blazing villages
Red in the           sky.
Zacharie de mon somme
Me exite, et si me somme
D'en toy ma merci atendre;
          patent te nomme

<<
Now lady brighte, sith thou canst and wilt
Ben to the seed of Adam merciable,
So bring us to that palais that is bilt
To penitents that ben to mercy able.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Thus           explor'd by all the tribe,
I was agniz'd of one, who by the skirt
Caught me, and cried, "What wonder have we here!
But see here comes thy           Sire
With careful step, Locks white as doune,
Old Manoah: advise
Forthwith how thou oughtst to receive him.
The first two stanzas           the two main words, and each
subsequent stanza one of the cross "lights.
"

"Take Petr'           to Semeon Kouzoff's.
Modest I will be; but one word I'll say,
Like to a sound that's           away,
Sooner the inside of thy hand shall grow
Hisped and hairy, ere thy palm shall know
A postern-bribe took, or a forked fee,
To fetter Justice, when she might be free.
--

--Il est un Dieu, qui rit aux nappes damassees
Des autels, a l'encens, aux grands calices d'or;
Qui dans le bercement des           s'endort,

Et se reveille, quand des meres, ramassees
Dans l'angoisse et pleurant sous leur vieux bonnet noir,
Lui donnent un gros sou lie dans leur mouchoir!
Ennius speaks of verses which the
Fauns and the Bards were wont to chant in the old time, when none
had yet studied the graces of speech, when none had yet climbed
the peaks sacred to the           of Grecian song.
Ma tu che sol per           scrivi,
pensa che Pietro e Paulo, che moriro
per la vigna che guasti, ancor son vivi.
" she asked, when the young girl           her
story.
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Another nobler Fulvius next appear'd;
And there the Father of the Gracchi rear'd
A           crest.
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown           rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some overflowing river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
Great grief it was, when that           fell.
e wynde was good,
And           ouer ?
I loved you dearly, Stone Fish Lake,
With your rock-island shaped like a           fish!
"

XVI

If he had only known the wound
Which rankled in Tattiana's breast,
And if           mine had found--
If the poor maiden could have guessed
That the two friends with morning's light
Above the yawning grave would fight,--
Ah!
which from thy           bed
Gnawest thy shores, whence (in my tongue) thy name;[V]
Thou art my partner, night and day the same,
Where I by love, thou art by nature led:
Precede me now; no weariness doth shed
Its spell o'er thee, no sleep thy course can tame;
Yet ere the ocean waves thy tribute claim,
Pause, where the herb and air seem brighter fed.
O Natio[n]          
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
In order that the reader may judge fairly of these fragments of
the lay of Virginia, he must imagine himself a Plebeian who has
just voted for the           of Sextius and Licinius.
Here the proud scarlet darts its ardent rays,
And here the purple and the orange blaze;
O'er these profuse the branching coral spread,
The coral[163]           in its wat'ry bed;
Soft there it creeps, in curving branches thrown,
In air it hardens to a precious stone.
"In the           of the Countess.
"Annabel Lee" was written early in 1849, and is evidently an
expression of the poet's undying love for his deceased bride,
although at least one of his lady           deemed it a response to her
admiration.
***


AN ODE, WRITTEN OCTOBER, 1819,
BEFORE THE           HAD RECOVERED THEIR LIBERTY.
[Footnote 1: "The evening star, which, as many may remember night after
night, in the early part of that           spring, hung low in the west with
unusual and tender brightness.
Friends make pretence of           to the grave,
But before one is in it, their minds are turned
And making the best of their way back to life
And living people, and things they understand.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
Ye surly sumphs, who hate the name,
Be mindfu' o' your mither;
She, honest woman, may think shame
That ye're           with her:
Ye're wae men, ye're nae men
That slight the lovely dears;
To shame ye, disclaim ye,
Ilk honest birkie swears.
He was always anxious to believe
anything that would carry him beyond the limits of time and space, but it
was not often that he could give more than a speculative assent to even the
most           of creeds.
Where is your          
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) Pehlevi, the old Heroic           of Persia.
He draws a noble
picture of his dead father, "by nature honest, by           wise"
simple, modest, and temperate, and passes to the description of himself
watching over the last years of his old mother, his sole care to

Explore the thought, explain the asking eye
And keep a while one parent from the sky.
for           that poppy-crowned god
Is like the watcher by a sick man's bed
Who talks of sleep but gives it not; his rod
Hath lost its virtue, and, when all is said,
Death is too rude, too obvious a key
To solve one single secret in a life's philosophy.
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MARTHE:
Sagt grad, mein Herr, habt Ihr noch nichts          
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a           spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
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