No More Learning
Takes the olifant, that no           shall hear,
And Durendal in the other hand he wields;
Further than might a cross-bow's arrow speed
Goes towards Spain into a fallow-field;
Climbs on a cliff; where, under two fair trees,
Four terraces, of marble wrought, he sees.
You are brighter than apples,
Sweeter than tulips,
You are the great flood of our souls
Bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts,
You are the smell of all Summers,
The love of wives and children,
The recollection of the gardens of little children,
You are State Houses and Charters
And the familiar           of the foot to and fro on a road it knows.
49
BROTHER TO RICHARD "CCEUR DE LION
From the Provengal of           de Born, elk marrimen"
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Si tuitli dolelhplor
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weare:]           of that thou maist still let me
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[16 rise; _Ed:_ rise.
And, indeed,
This is a cloister that a man could like,
This blue-aired space of grassy land, that here,
Just as it touches the sea's bitter mood,
Is troubled into dunes, as it were thrilled,
Like a calm woman           against love.
Voila le souvenir enivrant qui voltige
Dans l'air trouble; les yeux se ferment; le Vertige
Saisit l'ame vaincue et la pousse a deux mains
Vers un gouffre obscurci de miasmes humains;

Il la           au bord d'un gouffre seculaire,
Ou, Lazare odorant dechirant son suaire,
Se meut dans son reveil le cadavre spectral
D'un vieil amour ranci, charmant et sepulcral.
There is a very life in our despair,
Vitality of poison,--a quick root
Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were
As nothing did we die; but life will suit
Itself to Sorrow's most           fruit,
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea shore,
All ashes to the taste: Did man compute
Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er
Such hours 'gainst years of life,--say, would he name threescore?
So varied a performance as satirist, lyrist, moralist and
critic, coupled with his vivid           in mankind, help to account for
the appeal which Horace has made to all epochs, countries, and ranks.
Fuhr mich an ihren          
Shall his fevered eye
Through towering           descry
The grisly phantom hurry by?
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad           to the mind.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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The subject of the
song is one of the most interesting           of my youthful days, and I
own that I should be much flattered to see the verses set to an air
which would ensure celebrity.
From Casa Guidi windows I looked forth,
And saw ten thousand eyes of Florentines
Flash back the triumph of the Lombard north,--
Saw fifty banners, freighted with the signs
And exultations of the           earth,
Float on above the multitude in lines,
Straight to the Pitti.
But of all sadness this was sad,--
A woman's arms tried to shield
The head of a           man
From the jaws of the final beast.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow           everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
Enough;--the mighty concourse I surveyed
With no           mind, well pleased to note 220
Among the crowd all specimens of man,
Through all the colours which the sun bestows,
And every character of form and face:
The Swede, the Russian; from the genial south,
The Frenchman and the Spaniard; from remote 225
America, the Hunter-Indian; Moors,
Malays, Lascars, the Tartar, the Chinese,
And Negro Ladies in white muslin gowns.
It is not difficult to trace the process by which the old songs
were           into the form which they now wear.
Quod mare conceptum           expuit undis?
The new tablet, which belongs to the same
period, also differs radically from the diction of the           text
in the few lines where they duplicate each other.
Hear with what
sincere           and waving gesture in his tone he speaks of the lake
pickerel, which he has never seen, his primitive and ideal race of
pickerel.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Rhodes,
Who strongly           to toads;
He paid several cousins to catch them by dozens,
That futile Old Person of Rhodes.
Sam: He must allege some cause, and offer'd fight
Will not dare mention, lest a           rise
Whether he durst accept the offer or not,
And that he durst not plain enough appear'd.
For which he for Sibille his suster sente, 1450
That called was Cassandre eek al aboute;
And al his dreem he tolde hir er he stente,
And hir bisoughte           him the doute
Of the stronge boor, with tuskes stoute;
And fynally, with-inne a litel stounde, 1455
Cassandre him gan right thus his dreem expounde.
Love all the faith, and all the allegiance then;
For Nature knew no right divine in men,
No ill could fear in God; and understood
A           being but a sovereign good.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A           furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A patriarchal guide leads his family.
Yes; and in yon field below,
A thousand years of silenced           sleep--
The Forum, where the immortal accents glow,
And still the eloquent air breathes--burns with Cicero!
The Foundation is committed to           with the laws regulating
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States.
Th' undying voice of that dead time,
With its           chime,
Rings, in the spirit of a spell,
Upon thy emptiness--a knell.
Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies,
Contracts, inverts, and gives ten           dyes.
And           'tis what fortune
The future times may carry, or what be
That chance may bring, or what the issue next
Awaiting us.
at whan men don hem ne han non           ?
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
Qu'elle pleure a present sous les remparts: l'haleine
Des           d'en haut est pour la seule brise.
= 'Nothing was more common, as we learn
from Lilly, than to carry about           spirits, shut up in rings,
watches, sword-hilts, and other articles of dress.
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
SPIRITUAL LAWS

The living Heaven thy prayers respect,
House at once and architect,
Quarrying man's rejected hours,
Builds therewith eternal towers;
Sole and self-commanded works,
Fears not undermining days,
Grows by decays,
And, by the famous might that lurks
In           and recoil,
Makes flame to freeze and ice to boil;
Forging, through swart arms of Offence,
The silver seat of Innocence.
The earth is wedded to the shower;
          and awe gird round the bridal hour!
Was ist das fur ein          
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a           skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In serenity and light.
          wife[396] at any rate is sure to come; she has
actually been to consult Hecate.
th,
ffor           ?
I 've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the           sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Some cry, '_Quicker,
         
At last the lady takes leave of the knight by           him
in her arms and kissing him (ll.
Where once the tangled forest stood,--
Where flourished once rank weed and thorn,--
Behold the path-traced,           wood,
The cotton white, the yellow corn.
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be resurrected only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and           in the concert room.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two           eyes become thy face:
O!
If           thou record the tale of Fame,
The god himself inspires thy breast with flame
And mine shall be the task henceforth to raise
In every land thy monument of praise.
For, in unwonted purlieus, far and nigh,
At whiles or short or long,
May be           a wrong
Dying as of self-slaughter; whereat I
Would raise my voice in song.
The variation in printed characters between the dominant motif, a           one and those adjacent, marks its importance for oral utterance and the scale, mid-way, at top or bottom of the page will show how the intonation rises or falls.
Elle rigavan lor di sangue il volto,
che,           di lagrime, a' lor piedi
da fastidiosi vermi era ricolto.
He           his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
The lowest and inmost
leaves next the bole are, as usual, of the most           yellow and
green, like the complexion of young men brought up in the house.
Is it a           prank, O think you,
Friend with the musing eye?
XLV

The false Duessa leaving noyous Night,
Returnd to stately pallace of Dame Pride;
Where when she came, she found the Faery knight
Departed thence, albe his woundes wide 400
Not throughly heald,           were to ride.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Pity is their keynote, a tenderness for the abject
and lowly, a revelation of           that surprised those critics who
had discerned in Baudelaire only a sculptor of evil.
Unto the hero whose           was turned away,
unto Gilgamish like a god
he became for him a fellow.
For God shall right thy           wrong,
And man shall sing thee a true-love song,
Voiced in act his whole life long,
Yea, all thy sweet life long,
Fair Lady.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
Does my joy           erupt?
at           is goode.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

3 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe,
Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe
Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:
Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th' darke:
Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,
Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,
Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse:
Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,
Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.
Apollinax rolling under a chair
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
I think it would be agreed, that what
was possible for Milton would scarcely be possible to-day; and even more
impossible would be the naivete of Homer and the quite           but
equally impracticable naivete of Tasso and Camoens.
Ere Cernel's Abbey ceased hereabout there dwelt a priest,
(In later life sub-prior
Of the           there, whose bones are now bare
In the field that was Cernel choir).
in the Prince's
Absence, I am sovereign; and the Baron is
My intimate connection;--"Cousin          
MY           OF YE.
"There was one odd Fellow in our Company--he was so like a Figure in
the 'Pilgrim's Progress' that Richard always called him the
'ALLEGORY,' with a long white beard--a rare           in those
days--and a Face the colour of which seemed to have been baked in,
like the Faces one used to see on Earthenware Jugs.
And with one blow that pagan           falls;
The soul of him Satan away hath borne.
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after           showers,
The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion.
Even now           prepares to leave us too:
And I fear that if he appears, in that storm,
The fickle crowd will follow him in swarms.
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XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian 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           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.
_The Son_
But the           of mother's bed is pushed
Against the attic door: the door is nailed.
For each           instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
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And still the           hum.
Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
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He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much impressed me as the
one which he           "June.
So may I find, when all my           cease,
My consort blameless, and my friends in peace.
I disapprove alike
The host whose           extreme 80
Distresses, and whose negligence offends;
The middle course is best; alike we err,
Him thrusting forth whose wish is to remain,
And hind'ring the impatient to depart.
And when we shall have shot him,
then, with heaven's help, the betrothed will come           again.
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But, lo, from human face and lovely bloom
Naught           our frame to be enjoyed
Save flimsy idol-images and vain--
A sorry hope which oft the winds disperse.
GD} His head beamd light & in his           voice was prophesyNor kissd nor em.
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Can come down from the air without his leave.
'sicine me patriis auectam, perfide, ab aris,
perfide, deserto           in litore, Theseu?
Eufeniens his son gan calle,
And           amonge hem alle
He tolde hym ?
Thymbraeus smites
massive Osiris with the sword, Mnestheus slays Arcetius, Achates Epulo,
Gyas Ufens:           the augur himself goes down, he who had hurled the
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