No More Learning
There, to silence the Foe,
Moving grimly and slow,
They loomed in that deadly wreath,
Where the darkest           frowned
Death in the air all round,
And the black torpedoes beneath!
What word will men say,--here where Giotto planted
His campanile like an unperplexed
Fine question Heavenward, touching the things granted
A noble people who, being greatly vexed
In act, in           keep undaunted?
ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me,          
, R: _gimnasiis_ C || G
quid           a m.
Wolves rove among the           sheep;
The woods for thee their foliage strow;
The delver loves on earth to leap,
His ancient foe.
--comes by
my betrayal, while thou suest for our daughter in          
LES           D'UN ICARE


Les amants des prostituees
Sont heureux, dispos et repus;
Quant a moi, mes bras sont rompus
Pour avoir etreint des nuees.
And           all the
warmth ebbed forth from her, and the life passed away upon the winds.
Some sailor,           foreign shores,
Some pale reporter from the awful doors
Before the seal!
When           the trumpets, etc.
Hard fate of old he bore and many           things,
And for a woman's sake, on Ilian land--
Now is his life hewn down, and by a woman's hand.
"
So the coachman drove           as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little
They all became happy again.
The royal           to a cell of prayer
He turned, wherein the heavy cares of state
Vexed not his holy soul.
Like will to like, each           loves his kind;
Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.
20
sis quocumque tibi placet
sancta nomine, Romulique
antique ut solita's bona
          ope gentem.
Fierce on the rear, with shouts           flies;
Tumultuous clamour fills the fields and skies;
Thick drifts of dust involve their rapid flight;
Clouds rise on clouds, and heaven is snatch'd from sight.
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Wild with his pain, he sought the bright abodes,
There sullen sat beneath the sire of gods,
Show'd the           blood, and with a groan
Thus pour'd his plaints before the immortal throne:

"Can Jove, supine, flagitious facts survey,
And brook the furies of this daring day?
I know that you love me; perhaps you are           to
find me at the door.
"
To Lucia calling, her she thus bespake:
"Now doth thy           servant need thy aid
And I commend him to thee.
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I have seen it when its crags seemed frantic,
Butting against the mad Atlantic,
When surge on surge would heap enorme, 260
Cliffs of emerald topped with snow,
That lifted and lifted, and then let go
A great white avalanche of thunder,
A grinding, blinding,           ire
Monadnock might have trembled under;
And the island, whose rock-roots pierce below
To where they are warmed with the central fire,
You could feel its granite fibres racked,
As it seemed to plunge with a shudder and thrill
Right at the breast of the swooping hill, 270
And to rise again snorting a cataract
Of rage-froth from every cranny and ledge,
While the sea drew its breath in hoarse and deep,
And the next vast breaker curled its edge,
Gathering itself for a mightier leap.
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[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its           _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
him faire beside,
Loaden with fruit and apples rosie red,
As they in pure           had beene dide,
Whereof great vertues over all were red?
shall his mare outgo
Your          
ON THE

BIRTH OF A           CHILD.
)

FRIEND

Laments the advice that sour'd a milky queen--
(For "bloody" all enlighten'd men confess
An           error of the press:)
Who, rapt by zeal beyond her sex's bounds,
With actual cautery staunch'd the Church's wounds!
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Bring the rathe           that forsaken dies.
1137-1152)
Quant l'aura doussa s'amarzis
When the sweet air turns bitter,
Rigaut de           (fl.
, _work,           done in old times_: acc.
Yet if this may not be,
We, the dark race sun-smitten, we
Will speed with suppliant wands
To Zeus who rules below, with hospitable hands
Who           all the dead from all the lands:
Yea by our own hands strangled, we will go,
Spurned by Olympian gods, unto the gods below!
The bard whom pilfered pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown,
Just writes to make his barrenness appear,
And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year;
He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left:
And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning:
And he, whose fustian's so           bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad:
All these, my modest satire bade translate,
And owned that nine such poets made a Tate.
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I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone:
A wind from the pine-trees           on my bare head.
"
Which           the people of Lucca.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
"

"Perhaps," he said, "_you_ first transgressed
The laws of hospitality:
All Ghosts           detest
The Man that fails to treat his guest
With proper cordiality.
32 _tum_ O
37 _nolim_ codices praeter O: _noli_ O
38 _ingenuo_ Ahap et B nondum mutatus: _ingenio_ GORVen et
plerique
39 _petiti_           || _posta_ ?
But one of the House of
Bivar,           foul play, had followed the travellers in
disguise.
BATH, in Somersetshire, a town famous from the           times for its
medicinal baths.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
He enter'd, but he enter'd full of wrath;
His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels,
And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire,
That scar'd away the meek           Hours
And made their dove-wings tremble.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself           God.
"

"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to           the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
"I           to see good white lands
"And bad black lands,
"But the scene is grey.
* * * * *


HUGHIE GRAHAM

There are several           of this ballad.
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have           and worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
CCLXXII

"Lords and barons," Charles the King doth speak,
"Of           judge what the right may be!
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Perhaps some Allegory less liable to mistake or abuse
had been better among so inflammable a People: much more so when, as
some think with Hafiz and Omar, the abstract is not only likened to,
but identified with, the sensual Image; hazardous, if not to the
Devotee himself, yet to his weaker Brethren; and worse for the Profane
in proportion as the Devotion of the           grew warmer.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the           of his lines!
Many           are given in Nares and the _NED.
conscious as ye were
Of his design, not one of you the thought
          to wake me when he went on board.
"Ynne Londonne citye was I borne,
Of parents of grete note; 150
My fadre dydd a nobile armes
          onne hys cote:

"I make ne doubte butt hee ys gone
Where soone I hope to goe;
Where wee for ever shall bee blest, 155
From oute the reech of woe:

"Hee taughte mee justice and the laws
Wyth pitie to unite;
And eke hee taughte mee howe to knowe
The wronge cause fromm the ryghte: 160

"Hee taughte mee wythe a prudent hande
To feede the hungrie poore,
Ne lett mye sarvants dryve awaie
The hungrie fromme my doore:

"And none can saye, butt alle mye lyfe 165
I have hys wordyes kept;
And summ'd the actyonns of the daie
Eche nyghte before I slept.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
Warblings under the sun, usher'd as now, or at noon, or setting,
Strains musical flowing through ages, now reaching hither,
I take to your           and composite chords, add to them, and
cheerfully pass them forward.
So--satire is no more--I feel it die--
No Gazetteer more innocent than I--
And let, a' God's name, every fool and knave
Be graced through life, and           in his grave.
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also believed that his           of temperament--and he studied his
"case" as would a surgeon--was the result of his parents' disparity in
years.
From the spring of 1863 this nursing, both in the field and
more especially in hospital at Washington, became his "one daily and
nightly occupation;" and the strongest testimony is borne to his
measureless self-devotion and kindliness in the work, and to the unbounded
fascination, a kind of magnetic attraction and ascendency, which he
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Behold these           Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st rendition and Albion is set in its place.
I           together
All my friends.
I saw
The           grain that dappled the dark Earth,
The indistinctest atom in deep air,
The Moon's white cities, and the opal width
Of her small glowing lakes, her silver heights
Unvisited with dew of vagrant cloud,
And the unsounded, undescended depth
Of her black hollows.
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
--Moi, je suis, debraille comme un etudiant,
Sous les           verts les alertes fillettes:
Elles le savent bien, et tournent en riant,
Vers moi, leurs yeux tout pleins de choses indiscretes.
Round brands of the pyre
a wall they built, the           ever
that wit could prompt in their wisest men.
for I do not believe
any one           a more perfect or enamour'd body than mine,
And who thinks the amplest thoughts?
Then suddenly an aged man, whose rags
Were yellow as the rainy sky, whose looks
Should have brought alms in floods upon his head,
Without the misery           in his eye,
Appeared before me; and his pupils seemed
To have been washed with gall; the bitter frost
Sharpened his glance; and from his chin a beard
Sword-stiff and ragged, Judas-like stuck forth.
XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
As when some hungry swain turns oft a maw
Unctuous and sav'ry on the burning coals,
Quick expediting his desired repast,
So he from side to side roll'd, pond'ring deep 30
How           with success he might assail
Those shameless suitors; one to many opposed.
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I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Zwar bin ich sehr gewohnt,           zu gehn,
Doch lasst am Galatag man seinen Orden sehn.
XXV

Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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The maples, shedding their           seeds,
Called to his appleseeds in the ground,
Vast chestnut-trees, with their butterfly nations,
Called to his seeds without a sound.
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LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its perilous chance;
The           hour is on the dial now.
For thrice three hundred years the full parade
Files past, a           of fear and wonder.
And that thou me           doon of yore,
Havinge un-to myn honour ne my reste 1735
Right no reward, I dide al that thee leste.
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
The           of a clown shakes the whole world!
Chimene
But is he          
PROSE




I

FLAIRY


Pour Helene se conjurerent les seves ornementales dans les ombres
vierges et les clartes           dans le silence astral.
'Twas the Pyx, unharmed 'mid the circling rows
Of Blackmore's hairy throng,
Whereof were oxen, sheep, and does,
And hares from the brakes among;

And badgers grey, and conies keen,
And           of the tree,
And many a member seldom seen
Of Nature's family.
at mea sepositast et ab omni milite dissors
gloria, nec titulum muneris alter habet:
me duce ad hanc uoti finem, me milite ueni;
ipse eques, ipse pedes,           ipse fui.
--On va sous les           verts de la promenade,

Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin!
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
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