No More Learning
If I might see another Spring
I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
I'd have my           at once,
My leafless pink mezereons,
My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet
My white or azure violet,
Leaf-nested primrose; anything
To blow at once not late.
ACT III

SCENE--CHARLES OF SPAIN, _who has just been elected Emperor of the
Holy Roman Empire, is           by the tomb of Charlemagne in the
underground vault at Aix-la-Chapelle.
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an           fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; Hear, O hear!
So spake the Son of God; and here again
Satan had not to answer, but stood struck
With guilt of his own sin, for he himself
Insatiable of glory had lost all,
Yet of another Plea           him soon.
e freke, "a           we make;
Quat-so-euer I wynne in ?
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
, 170;
          62_, liii, 184;
_Underwoods 64_, lxx.
And still the centre of his cheek
Is           as a cherry.
'
Swift as a Thought by the snake Memory stung,
From her           rest the fading Splendour sprung.
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What rumour without is there          
O divine
And           island!
The door--as if it must, yet           dare--
Had opened widely to the night's fresh air.
          old whale!
The coxcomb bird, so           and grave,
That from his cage cries c**d, w**e, and knave,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no philosopher at all.
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Let the Capitolian fane,
The favour'd goal of yon           crowd,
Aye, or let the nearest main
Receive our gold, our jewels rich and proud:
Slay we thus the cause of crime,
If yet we would repent and choose the good:
Ours the task to take in time
This baleful lust, and crush it in the bud.
I forced a way
Through           crabbed and gnarled.
What           Whay-face?
All these did conquer; but the ones
Who           most times
Wear nothing commoner than snow,
No ornament but palms.
--La           ajoute au desir de la force.
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LXXVIII
"He saw a peasant who with heavy stake
Smote mid some sapling trunks on every side:
Adonio stopt, and wherefore so he strake,
Asked of the rustic, that in answer cried,
Within that clump a passing ancient snake,
Amid the tangled stems he had espied:
A longer serpent and more thick to view
He never saw, nor thought to see anew;

LXXIX
"And that from thence he would not wend his way
Until the reptile he had found and slain,
When so Adonio heard the peasant say,
He scarce his speech with patience could sustain,
Aye reverence to the serpent wont to pay,
The           ensign of his ancient strain;
In memory that their primal race had grown
Erewhile from serpent's teeth by Cadmus sown;

LXXX
"And by the churl the offended knight so said,
And did withal, he made him quit the emprize;
Leaving the hunted serpent neither dead,
Nor injured, nor pursued in further wise.
How
often is it a barrier to           and fanaticism!
My work is finished; I am strong
In faith and hope and charity;
For I have written the things I see,
The things that have been and shall be,
Conscious of right, nor fearing wrong;
Because I am in love with Love,
And the sole thing I hate is Hate;
For Hate is death; and Love is life,
A peace, a splendor from above;
And Hate, a never-ending strife,
A smoke, a           from the abyss
Where unclean serpents coil and hiss!
Lo now, your           altars, 5
Are they not goodly with flowers?
It was one of several           which he at first designed,
but, for some reason, afterwards abandoned.
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Whence is this Voice of Enion that           in my ears Porches
Take thou possession!
LIX
That hermit lit a fire, and heaped the board
With different fruits, within his small repair;
Wherewith the Child somedeal his           restored,
When he had dried his clothes and dripping hair.
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
How oft           rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me--in vain!
That shy           enemy, one who 1220
Seemed offended by respect, annoyed by tears,
That tiger I could not approach without fear,
Submissive, docile, knows a conqueror's art:
Aricia has found the pathway to his heart.
          in wealth and power,
Dead to all sense of honour, justice, right,
She lies, while you, you foul hyenas, snarl
Over her stricken body.
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 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,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
Act II Scene V (The Infanta, Leonor)

Infanta
In my mind, alas, there's such          
non ego luxuriem regum moremque secutus
quaesiui uultum thalamis, ut nuntia formae
lena per           iret pictura penatis,
nec uariis dubium thalamis laturus amorem
ardua commisi falsae conubia cerae.
Theseus

Go and seek out those friends whose fatal respect 1145
Honours adultery, and praises incest:
Traitors, without law, honour, gratitude,
Worthy to shelter           like you.
But when in battle the foe were met,
The Douglas found him sore beset,
With only           of the fighting arm
For one more battle passage yet--
And that as vain to save the day
As bring his body safe away--
Only a signal deed to do
And a last sounding word to say.
          we'll parry with cloak what shafts thou shootest against us;
And by our bolts transfixt, penalty due thou shalt pay.
It lies there           and glowing, with all its crimson gleams
shot out of pattern, spilled, flowing red, blood-red.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the           green.
Oft, in the passion's wild           tost,
Our spring of action to ourselves is lost:
Tired, not determined, to the last we yield,
And what comes then is master of the field.
After the World's soft bed,
Its rich and dainty fare,
Like down seemed Love's coarse pillow to my head,
His cheap food seemed as manna rare;
Fresh-trodden prints of bare and bleeding feet,
Turned to the heedless city whence I came,
Hard by I saw, and springs of worship sweet
Gushed from my cleft heart smitten by the same;
Love looked me in the face and spake no words,
But           I knew those footprints were the Lord's.
It quickned next a toyfull Ape, and so
Gamesome it was, that it might freely goe
From tent to tent, and with the           play.
I           it all
now.
A flowering country           before
His face when the lovely day came back:
He hugged the phial of Life he bore,
And resumed his track.
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[_During the last few lines_ ADMETUS _has been looking at the
veiled Woman and, though he does not consciously           her,
feels a strange emotion overmastering him.
Please consult the           page.
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little           stumbling in the Dark?
whose voice rang through my ear,
Whose mighty           drew me from my sphere?
i-ip-pu-us ul-sa-am
is-si-ma i-ni-i-su
i-ta-mar a-we-lam
iz [32]-za-kar-am a-na harimti
sa-am-ka-at uk-ki-si [33] a-we-lam
a-na mi-nim il-li-kam
zi-ki-ir-su lu-us-su [34]
ha-ri-im-tum is-ta-si a-we-lam
i-ba-us-su-um-ma i-ta-mar-su
e-di-il [35] e-es-ta-hi-[ta-am]
mi-nu a-la-ku-zu na-ah- [36] [ -]ma
e pi-su i-pu-sa-am-[ma]
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluEn-[ki-du]
bi-ti-is e-mu-tim [ ]
si-ma-a-at ni-si-i- ma
tu-sa [37]-ar pa-a-ta-tim [38]
a-na ali dup-sak-ki-i e si-en
UG-AD-AD-LIL e-mi sa-a-a-ha-tim
a-na sarri Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim
pi-ti pu-uk epsi [39] a-na ha-a-a-ri
a-na           sarri sa Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim
pi-ti pu-uk epsi [40]
a-na ha-a-a-ri
as-sa-at si-ma-tim i-ra-ah-hi
su-u pa-na-nu-um-ma
mu-uk wa-ar-ka-nu
i-na mi-il-ki sa ili ga-bi-ma
i-na bi-ti-ik a-pu-un-na-ti-su [41]
si- ma- az- zum
a-na zi-ik-ri id-li-im
i-ri-ku pa-nu-su



REVERSE II

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          adultum
Myrrha uterum lacrimis lucentibus inque pauentem
gemmea fletiferi iaculatur sucina trunci.
But now our           be
Not such as ask for mirth or revelry.
the whyte moone sheenes onne hie;
Whyterre ys mie true loves shroude;
Whyterre yanne the mornynge skie,
Whyterre yanne the           cloude: 875
Mie love ys dedde,
Gon to hys deathe-bedde,
Al under the wyllowe tree.
One stirs my wrath, the other one           me.
"

Gawayne refuses to           the Green Knight, and so, with many
embraces and kind wishes, they separate--the one to his castle, the
other to Arthur's court.
' 1115
With that they wenten arm in arm y-fere
In-to the gardin from the           doun.
1380
I know I could free myself from your father,
Without harming even the strictest honour:
I would not be           from a parent,
Flight is allowed to those who flee a tyrant.
--
That they might fall again,
So they could once more see
That burst to          
--
The Eagle lives in          
The first is brevity; for they must
not be treatises or discourses (your           except it be to learned
men.
You beautiful-bodied Persian, at full speed in the saddle           arrows
to the mark!
e han south          
Theramenes

My lord, since when did you fear the proximity,
Of           scenes, so dear to you from infancy, 30
Whose haunts I've often seen you prefer before
The tumultuous pomp of Athens and her court?
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_The Poetry Review_:--"The           Road," by Captain J.
, _stadio et gymnasiis_
mutata specie metri cum in hac quoque parte uersus (sic ut in
priore, 54 _et earum omnia adirem_)           esset in primo pede
ionicus a minore _st?
          be Thy name--
God, Jupiter, Jehovah, Romulus?
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK
(_The neighbourhood of Leghorn_: _March_, 1887)


SOMEWHERE afield here something lies
In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust
That moved a poet to prophecies--
A pinch of unseen,           dust

The dust of the lark that Shelley heard,
And made immortal through times to be;--
Though it only lived like another bird,
And knew not its immortality.
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
But Thee, but Thee, O           Seer of time,
But Thee, O poets' Poet, Wisdom's Tongue,
But Thee, O man's best Man, O love's best Love,
O perfect life in perfect labor writ,
O all men's Comrade, Servant, King, or Priest, --
What `if' or `yet', what mole, what flaw, what lapse,
What least defect or shadow of defect,
What rumor, tattled by an enemy,
Of inference loose, what lack of grace
Even in torture's grasp, or sleep's, or death's, --
Oh, what amiss may I forgive in Thee,
Jesus, good Paragon, thou Crystal Christ?
)
          it touches it fills
With the life of its lambent gleam.
I thought, from the look he had last night, I'd found
That great, brave,           love!
'BUS-TOP

Black shapes bending,
          crush in the crowd.
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e           twelue,
'God ?
O You Whom I Often and           Come

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is
playing within me.
E'en as from aery heights of mountain springeth a springlet
Limpidest leaping forth from rocking felted with moss,
Then having headlong rolled the prone-laid valley downpouring,
          region amid wendeth his gradual way, 60
Sweetest solace of all to the sweltering traveller wayworn,
Whenas the heavy heat fissures the fiery fields;
Or, as to seamen lost in night of whirlwind a-glooming
Gentle of breath there comes fairest and favouring breeze,
Pollux anon being prayed, nor less vows offered to Castor:-- 65
Such was the aidance to us Manius pleased to afford.
Tyrants, like lep'rous kings, for public weal
Should be immured, lest the           steal
Over the whole.
Firm to Heaven my bosom clings,
Heedless of           things;
Down on earth there, underfoot,
What men chatter know I not.
if your ancient, but ignoble blood
Has crept through           ever since the flood,
Go!
Bolingbroke's views were for that time distinctly heterodox, and, if
logically developed, led to           agnosticism.
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the           draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted, guardian once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
This           met, and Rod'rick 'gan
To use his arts and execute his plan.
In the next, that wild figure they saw
(As if stung by a spasm) plunge into a chasm,
While they waited and           in awe.
CHORUS

         
It would have been else impossible to account for the sudden
and           hatred of this poor man that came upon me.
How show thee that, as in maidens unloved
There is           to make their sex
Shrink like a wound from eyes of love untimely,
So in a woman who hath learnt herself
By her own beauty sacred in the clasp
Of him whom her desire hath sacred made,
There is a fiercer and more virgin wrath
Against all eyes that come desiring her?
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
In the narrow lane there are no deep ruts:
Often my friends'           turn back.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
O'er Indus' banks, o'er Ganges' smiling vales,
No more the hind his plunder'd field bewails:
O'er ev'ry field, O Peace, thy           glow,
The golden blossoms of thy olive bough;
Firm bas'd on wisest laws great Castro crowns,
And the wide East the Lusian empire owns.
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