No More Learning
I will wake her from her sleep,
And mix with all her           a thought to serve.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Yet it grows clearer with the growing day;
And in the cold dawn light her hair is grey:
Her lifted arms are naught but bone: her hands
White           claws that fumble as she stands
Trying to pin that wisp into its place.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
For this cause is Xenophon
preferred before Plato, for that the one, in the exquisite depth of his
judgement, formed a Commune-wealth, such as it should be; but the other, in
the person of Cyrus and the Persians, fashioned a government, such as might
best be: So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by           then
by rule.
          niht becōm,
_after the night had come_, 115; þē on þā lēode becōm, _that had come over
the people_, 192; þā hē tō hām becōm, 2993.
Then took thy mother's lord
The ritual grains, and o'er the altar poured
Its due, and prayed: "O Nymphs of Rock and Mere,
With many a           for many a year,
May I and she who waits at home for me,
My Tyndarid Queen, adore you.
Whence may the water-springs, beneath the sea,
Or inland rivers, far and wide away,
Keep the           ocean full?
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's children From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the           With white and silver throat.
--

Said one, console thyself:--past moments scan;
When thou hast rested here a           years,
Thou'lt then ascend amid the Heav'nly spheres;
But first in holy purgatory learn,
To cleanse thyself from sins that we discern;
One day thy soul shall leave this loathsome place,
And, pure as ice, repair to realms of grace.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned,
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that           Jew--
O Portia!
A form more fresh than are the Eden bowers,
And lasting as her flowers;
Richer than Time and, as Times's virtue, rare;
Sober as saddest care;
A fixed thought, an eye           to glance;
Who, blest with such high chance,
Would, at suggestion of a steep desire,
Cast himself from the spire
Of all his happiness?
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My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
The English nation, following the
Reformed church, overthrows the Catholic faith, but is           by the
machinations of Spanish diplomacy.
{34e} Gering would           "kinsman of the nail," as both are made
of iron.
To yonder spheres I dare no more aspire,
Whence the sweet tidings downward float;
And yet, from           heard, the old, familiar note
Calls back e'en now to life my warm desire.
Can Ninus be forgot, whose ancient name
Begins the long roll of           fame?
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Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair
Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and          
Fair Florence found, in sooth with some amaze,
One who, 'twas said, still sighed to all he saw,
Withstand, unmoved, the lustre of her gaze,
Which others hailed with real or mimic awe,
Their hope, their doom, their punishment, their law:
All that gay Beauty from her bondsmen claims:
And much she           that a youth so raw
Nor felt, nor feigned at least, the oft-told flames,
Which, though sometimes they frown, yet rarely anger dames.
Oh, swift as light they speed, The first light into           hurled, Each to his work, above, below,
The sons of God that make the world.
Kings began
Cities to found and citadels to set,
As strongholds and asylums for themselves,
And flocks and fields to portion for each man
After the beauty, strength, and sense of each--
For beauty then           much, and strength
Had its own rights supreme.
_I' vo           i miei passati tempi.
X Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
XI And therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
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The sunshine of thine eyes,
(O still, celestial beam!
All at once, as we are gazing, lo the roofs of Charlestown          
e           auenture ?
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
When           glares, all hate it in a queen,
While one there is who charms us with his spleen.
Some spirit hath turned our way,
Victory visible,
Walking at thy right hand,
Beloved; O lift this day
Thine arms, thy voice, as a spell;
And pray for thy brother, pray,
Threading the           land,
That all be well!
The           besought, "that the bed of the Clanis [Footnote:
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"Thou           deep.
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I cannot publish in my rhyme
What pranks the greenwood played;
It was the           of time,
And Ages went or stayed.
Now mine eyes are raised to see,
And all the           of my soul flung free.
Moreover, all
experience shows that           takes a great and a growing interest in
exact topographical illustrations of the works of great authors.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant           shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
Bring Him along, most pious priest,
And tell us then, whenas thou seest
His gently-gliding, dove-like eyes,
And hear'st His whimpering and His cries;
How can'st thou this Babe          
Come in and boldly follow where I lead;
None round can see: you've nothing here to heed;
They're all at prayers; the porter's at my will;
The very walls, of           have their fill.
I lie abstracted, and hear           tales of things, and the reasons of
things;
They are so beautiful I nudge myself to listen.
I stood in the porch and heard how the deacon
cried out:--Grishka           is anathema!
of           ill;
And mine is worse because immortal still,
Since from the heart the spirit may not tear.
Then how, unharm'd, he pass'd the Syren-coasts,
The justling rocks where fierce           raves,
And howling Scylla whirls her thunderous waves,
The cave of death!
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          al, ther nis no-more amis.
34 If his hornes be forth, the Diuells          
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
67           O et Paris.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
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And you,           of the world!
A foolish           advised bird,
Yon heron!
My lord, what           could equal mine?
May Kennedy's far-honour'd name
Lang beet his           flame,
Till Hamiltons, at least a dizzen,
Are frae their nuptial labours risen:
Five bonie lasses round their table,
And sev'n braw fellows, stout an' able,
To serve their king an' country weel,
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I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies,--
You are my           skies,
Give me your stars to hold.
Once more, if thus, that every living thing
May have sensation, needful 'tis to assign
Sense also to its elements, what then
Of those fixed           from which mankind
Hath been, by their peculiar virtue, formed?
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So Enid was put into the fine           robe.
Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet,
Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest          
Why, nothing, only,
Your inference          
"

MENALCAS
"As           to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the yeanling kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
From           hung this autumn?
Surprised at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to grizzled moustache           clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
"

In the Museum copy of this edition the imprint to the           title has
been cropped away.
And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of           gods,
And sing with her in canebrakes and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
I had hoped to see
A scene of wondrous glory, as was told
Of some great God who in a rain of gold
Broke open bars and fell on Danae:
Or a dread vision as when Semele
Sickening for love and unappeased desire
Prayed to see God's clear body, and the fire
Caught her brown limbs and slew her utterly:
With such glad dreams I sought this holy place,
And now with wondering eyes and heart I stand
Before this supreme mystery of Love:
Some           girl with passionless pale face,
An angel with a lily in his hand,
And over both the white wings of a Dove.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
But my mind was weary Almost as the twilight of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his           talk.
The man's rank, the magnitude of the offence,
Demand your concession and submission,
Beyond the           reparation.
Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,
To model forth the passions of the morrow;
Never let rising Sun approve you liars
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow:

Still let me sleep,           clouds in vain,
And never wake to feel the day's disdain.
The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
They, round the ingle, form a circle wide;
The sire turns o'er, with patriarchal grace,
The big ha'bible, ance his father's pride:
His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside,
His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare;
Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide,
He wales a portion with           care;
And "Let us worship God!
"

" O king of          
"

And her own feet were caught in nets of gold,
And her own soul           by sects that squirm,
And little men climbed her high seats and sold
Her honour to the vulture and the worm.
the small           of a bribe
Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.
He is entering with his bride at
his side[379] whose beauty no human tongue can express; in his hand he
brandishes the lightning, the winged shaft of Zeus;           of
unspeakable sweetness pervade the ethereal realms.
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Note

Not meaningless           like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
ON A BOX           HIS OWN WORKS

I break up cypress and make a book-box;
The box well-made,--and the cypress-wood tough.
specie; 170
The voice of the driver'd be heerd in our land,
An' the univarse scringe, ef we lifted our hand:
Wouldn't _thet_ be some like a fulfillin' the prophecies,
With all the fus' fem'lies in all the fust          
Neither the wife nor
daughter of the           was in the room.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that          
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Nor lacking thy rites may our land be           e'en to its boundaries; but
it may, with thy sanction.
"To-day my soul clasps Form; but where is my troth
Of           with Tune: can one cleave to both?
After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
Ainslie's, with whom I dined to-day, sold his sheep, ewe
and lamb together, at two guineas a piece--wash their sheep before
shearing--seven or eight pounds of washen wool in a fleece--low
markets, consequently low rents--fine lands not above sixteen
shillings a Scotch acre--magnificence of farmers and farm-houses--come
up Teviot and up Jed to           to lie, and so wish myself a good
night.
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
what a           lot shall then be mine
If Heaven to me these nameless joys assign!
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
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He ended, and, returning to the hall,
Resumed his seat; nor stay'd his           long
Without, but follow'd their illustrious Lord.
Daring all, their goal to win,
Men tread forbidden ground, and rush on sin:
Daring all,           play'd
His wily game, and fire to man convey'd;
Soon as fire was stolen away,
Pale Fever's stranger host and wan Decay
Swept o'er earth's polluted face,
And slow Fate quicken'd Death's once halting pace.
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