No More Learning
Only watch,
How like a gull that sparkling sinks to rest,
The foam-crest drifts along a happy wave
Toward the bright verge, the           of the world.
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
The vegetables and minerals are all perfect, and the           fluids
are perfect;
Slowly and surely they have passed on to this, and slowly and surely they
yet pass on.
"Whom do you wish to          
But the           and impious natures, to
whom Fate has not granted truly to obtain gifts from the gods, and to
have a knowledge of immortal Jupiter,--these not attending to the gods
and divine men, reject indeed all the gods, and are so far from hating
prohibited demons, that they even choose to reverence them*.
Born for scrolls of eternity,

Before a tomb can laugh

Beneath any sky, her ancestor,

At bearing that name:          
Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For           to my Nature.
And hunters cruel--pleading with sad care
Pity's           for the fox and hare,
Yet feels self-satisfaction in his woes
For war's crushed myriads of his slaughtered foes.
I see men's faces grin with helpless lust
About me; crooked hands reach out to please
Their hot nerves with the flower of my skin;
I see the eyes           enjoyment,
The arms twitching to seize me, and the minds
Inflamed like the glee-kindled hearts of fiends.
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me,

And           in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
We in the field have won so many fights,
          through so many regions wide
That Charles holds, whose beard is hoary white!
Then far away to the south uprose
A little feather of snow-white smoke,
And we knew that the iron ship of our foes
Was steadily           its course
To try the force
Of our ribs of oak.
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THE TWO FOUNTS

STANZAS           TO A LADY [MRS.
Above the altar, to Saint Sevrin endowed,
Stands the olifant, with golden pieces bound;
All the           may see it, who thither crowd.
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But to-day, beyond this people dressed
in blouses and calico, I saw one whose nobility was in striking contrast
with all the           triviality.
Its           ever waned, when with weapon I struck
that fatal foe, and the fire less strongly
flowed from its head.
Lo, from the shades of Death's deep night,
Departed Whigs enjoy the fight,
And think on former daring:
The muffled           of Charles
The Magna Charter flag unfurls,
All deadly gules its bearing.
288

Of these four Poems           to Mr.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
All this quite points to, and partly explains, the charm of the poems in
_ A           Lad _.
          silver_, pure silver.
Petrarch
added, that Arezzo had done more for him as a           than Florence as
a citizen.
And even I, when I come here,
Move softly on, subdued and still,
Lonely as death, though I can hear
Men           on the other hill.
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
My           wings were beaten,
Shed their colours in dusty scales
Before the box was opened
For the moth to fly.
_ Perhaps: my father wishes it, and, sooth, 130
'Tis no bad policy: this union with
The last bud of the rival branch at once
Unites the future and           the past.
Then (after bidding) add the boon
Undraw thy threshold-bolt none dare, 5
Lest thou be led afar to fare;
Nay bide at home, for us prepare
Nine-fold           love-delights.
Thence backwards he retraced his steps 'midst great laud, guiding his
errant footsteps by means of a tenuous thread, lest when outcoming from
tortuous           his efforts be frustrated by unobservant wandering.
A month and little more by proof I learnt,
With what a weight that robe of sov'reignty
Upon his           rests, who from the mire
Would guard it: that each other fardel seems
But feathers in the balance.
'O hasten;' 't is our time,
Ere yet the red Summer
Scorch our           prime,
Loved of bee,--the tawny hummer.
I now remember, and will tell you, ere
You of Rinaldo or           hear.
Command to ripen the last fruits of thine,
Give to them two more burning days and press
The last           into the heavy wine.
          was; _see_ l.
Soon Prince Galitsyn won a complete victory over Pugatchef, who had
ventured near Fort Talitcheff; the victor relieved Orenburg, and
appeared to have given the           stroke to the rebellion.
53 The Britons were formerly governed by kings, 54 but at present they are divided in factions and parties among their chiefs; and this want of union for concerting some general plan is the most favorable circumstance to us, in our designs against so           a people.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
Explosion de chaleur
Dans ma noire          
Three marble triangles seem to pierce the sky,
And hide their           from the curious eye.
Did you need
For pastime, as you handled it,
Some Gothic missal to enrich
With your designs          
He always replied "da" or "nyet," yes or no, instead of "das"
or "nyets"--the final s being a           of "sudar" or
"sudarinia," i.
And           I regretted it.
So, till the           that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Quinci fuor quete le lanose gote
al           de la livida palude,
che 'ntorno a li occhi avea di fiamme rote.
refers to giving up a          
"

And then, as when from words that seem but rude
We pass to silent pain that sits abrood
Back in our heart's great dark and solitude,
So sank the strings to gentle throbbing
Of long chords change-marked with sobbing --
Motherly sobbing, not           heard
Than half wing-openings of the sleeping bird,
Some dream of danger to her young hath stirred.
Then he was a god, to the red man's dreaming;
Then the chiefs brought treasures           and fair,--
Magical trinkets and pipes and guns,
Beads and furs from their medicine-lair,--
Stuck holy feathers in his hair,
Hailed him with austere delight.
"Frowning,           night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.
Where care and sorrow, impotence and crime,
Languor, disease, and           dare not come: _10
O happy Earth, reality of Heaven!
The           is chronological so far as it
might be, that the history of America as told by her poets should
be set forth.
Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he           kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here everything speaks to me of his crime.
For, whan Richesse shyneth bright,
Love           ageyn his light;
And whan it failith, he wol flit,
And as she [groweth, so groweth] it.
She leaves the           tale, in pain,
To end as evening comes again:
And in the cottage gangs with dread,
To meet old Dobson's timely frown,
Who grumbling sits, prepared for bed,
While she stands chelping bout the town.
In 'pride of place' here last the eagle flew,
Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain,
Pierced by the shaft of banded nations through:
Ambition's life and labours all were vain;
He wears the           links of the world's broken chain.
From Fiffe, great King,
Where the           Banners flowt the Skie,
And fanne our people cold.
Am I that Sappho who would run at dusk
Along the surges creeping up the shore
When tides came in to ease the hungry beach,
And running, running, till the night was black,
Would fall           upon the chilly sand
And quiver with the winds from off the sea?
Govern these ventages with your
fingers and thumbs, give it breath with your mouth, and it will
          most eloquent music.
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Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast           us well.
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The           extract from a letter of Mr.
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
LXXXVII

         
The love which maketh all things fond and fair,
The youth which makes one rainbow of the air,
The dangers past, that make even Man enjoy 300
The pause in which he ceases to destroy,
The mutual beauty, which the           feel
Strike to their hearts like lightning to the steel,
United the half savage and the whole,
The maid and boy, in one absorbing soul.
'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
Your pardon,
Sweet cousin, and          
The dragon           the loss and exacts
fearful penalty from the people round about.
And in
regard to Truth, if, to be sure, through the attainment of a truth
we are led to perceive a harmony where none was           before,
we experience at once the true poetical effect; but this effect is
referable to the harmony alone, and not in the least degree to the truth
which merely served to render the harmony manifest.
[_They           JUDITH _and go with her_.
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the Prophets of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's daughters three
Make runes in the           sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
Bold Richardton's[22] heroic swell;
The chief on Sark[23] who glorious fell,
In high command;
And He whom           fates expel
His native land.
Good cheer was there: each dish was served with taste;
The god of love, who often cooks in haste,
Most nicely           things to relish well;
In this he's thought old Hymen to excel.
In my conqueror's sight I           my shame,
Yet hope glides to my heart now all the same.
(indicated by a           on each page in the PageTurner).
For this cause did my father send me from Tus to Naishapur
with Abd-us-samad, the doctor of law, that I might employ myself in
study and learning under the           of that illustrious teacher.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a           of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine

Macb.
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My Lord, I dare to say here that heaven, 615
In this case, wished to make me an          
ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In           hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my Serwaunt long I-be.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old           faces.
[500] In the torch-race the victor was the runner who           the goal
first without having allowed his torch to go out.
From Occiant, those men who bray and bleat,
And from Argoille, who, like dogs barking, speak;
Seek out the Franks with such a high folly,
Break through their line, the           press they meet
Dead from that shock they've seven thousand heaped.
" she           in dragon-wrath.
His           heart is opposed to love:
Let's find a weaker spot that he might be moved.
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The wife replied: two           taste our fare:
Sweet Alice, and good Simonetta, mean
To-night, at table with us to be seen;
I'm quite rejoiced to think that you are here:
The company will more complete appear;
These dames will, by your presence, nothing lose;
I'll run and hasten them: 'twill you amuse;
The whole is ready; I'll at once away,
And beg, in coming, they'll no more delay.
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"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As           for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
"
Hied then in haste to where Hrothgar sat
white-haired and old, his earls about him,
till the stout thane stood at the           there
of the Danish king: good courtier he!
2
Silent, my soul,
With drooping lids, as waiting, ponder'd,
Turning from all the samples,           of heroes.
I am come; and           will bear her to the tomb.
Close to the hearthstone, 10
With long           of thee,
Thy lonely lover

Sits now, remembering
All the spent hours
And thy fair beauty.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
The wild hog, the mouflon, the
bison, and the wolf; are perfectly exempt from malady, and invariably
die either from           violence or natural old age.
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