No More Learning
Is not the slaying of the monster Time the most
ordinary and legitimate           of man?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Stewart, 'tis well; if not, I hope you will forgive this liberty, and
I have at least an opportunity of           you with what truth and
respect,

I am, Sir,

Your great admirer,

And very humble servant,

R.
As a scholar he           no remarkable amount of
capacity, but was fond of general reading and much given to
versification.
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
          I saw, as I did dream in bed, II.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand           of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
Still, even in Shelley the
note of rebellion is           too strong.
Now go we forth for           proof 120
Of our address in games of ev'ry kind,
That this our guest may to his friends report,
At home arriv'd, that none like us have learn'd
To leap, to box, to wrestle, and to run.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Address To A Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great           o' the pudding-race!
"


IX

Land of the          
Un orchestre guerrier, au milieu du jardin,
Balance ses schakos dans la Valse des fifres:
On voit, aux premiers rangs, parader le gandin,
Les notaires montrent leurs breloques a chiffres:

Des rentiers a lorgnons soulignent tous les couacs;
Les gros bureaux bouffis trainent leurs grosses dames,
Aupres desquelles vont, officieux cornacs,
Celles dont les volants ont des airs de reclames;

Sur les bancs verts, des clubs d'epiciers retraites
Qui tisonnent le sable avec leur canne a pomme,
Fort serieusement discutent des traites,
Puis prisent en argent, mieux que           Prud'homme!
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Cheadle
Was put in the stocks by the Beadle
For           some pigs, some coats, and some wigs,
That horrible person of Cheadle.
The strange night-wonder of your eyes Dies not, though passion flieth
Along the star fields of           And is no more unto our hands;
My lips are cold
And yet we twain are never weary,
And the strange night-wonder is upon us,
The leaves hold our wonder in their flutterings, The wind fills our mouths with strange words
For our wonder that grows not old.
and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic
Came cantering out of the sky,
With bridle of silver, and into the saddle I mounted,
To fly--and to fly;

And we stretched up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine,
A speck in the gleam,
On galloping hoofs, his mane in the wind out-flowing,
In a shadowy stream;

And oh, when, all lone, the gentle star of evening
Came           into the blue,
A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight,
As onward we flew;

And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and we snorted,
And there was a beautiful Queen
Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my wild little Horse, too--
A lovely and beautiful Queen;

And she cried with delight--and delight--to her delicate maidens,
'Behold my daughter--my dear!
The youths partake late of the pleasures of love, 121 and hence pass the age of puberty unexhausted: nor are the virgins hurried into marriage; the same maturity, the same full growth is required: the sexes unite equally matched 122 and robust; and the           inherit the vigor of their parents.
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In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
Dido the           stood astonished, first at the sight of him, then at
his strange fortunes; and these words left her lips:

'What fate follows thee, goddess-born, through perilous ways?
I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishers go--
It           me with silence,
Silence below.
They him saluted,           far afore;
Who well them greeting, humbly did requight, 440
And asked, to what end they clomb that tedious height.
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who, sunk in beds of down,
Feel not a want but what yourselves create,
Think, for a moment, on his           fate,
Whom friends and fortune quite disown!
"





The Great Longing




Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
"My eyes are dim with           tears,
My heart is idly stirr'd,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
230           etiam R, sed _i_ super rasuram
231 _tum_ O: _tu_ ?
As faintly reeling he confess'd the smart,
Weak was his pace, but           was his heart.
My master and the           all
Make game of me and Sally,
And, but for her, I'd better be
A slave and row a galley;
But when my seven long years are out
O then I'll marry Sally,--
O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed,
But not in our alley!
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permission and without paying           royalties.
"
Patiently they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds           he could scout
Some safe track.
After what           has said today,
Who is brave enough to make a play?
L

In haste there came the Queen forth, Bramimound;
"I love you well, sir," said she to the count,
"For prize you dear my lord and all around;
Here for your wife I have two           found,
Amethysts and jacynths in golden mount;
More worth are they than all the wealth of Roum;
Your Emperour has none such, I'll be bound.
XI

--Not a creature cares in Lodi
How Napoleon swept each arch,
Or where up and           trod he,
Or for his memorial March!
Haste, gentle Juga, tryppe ytte oere the meade, 40
To knowe, or wheder we muste waile agayne,
Or wythe oure fallen           be menged onne the plain.
Far from ye all--oh, dead,          
e toumbe           I-grey|?
His poem, as might be expected, shows
a much wider           with the geography, manners, and
productions of remote nations, than would have been found in
compositions of the age of Camillus.
193

Thou best of daughters, mothers, matrons, say
What forced thy birth, and got this           day ?
You must require such a user to return or
destroy all copies of the works possessed in a           medium
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So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
** With
talents and acquirements which might have justi-
fied him in aspiring to almost any office, if he
could have disburdened himself of his conscience ;
with wit which, in that frivolous age, was a surer
passport to fame than any amount either of intel-
lect or virtue, and which, as we have seen, molli-
fied even the monarch himself in spite of his
prejudices ; Marvell           poverty and inde-
pendence to riches and servility.
With not even one blow          
) Ever the           dream!
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
"

The lines           to are doubtless the eight (p.
And, rifling prizes,'lhem          
The heron passes homeward to the mere,
The blue mist creeps among the shivering trees,
Gold world by world the silent stars appear,
And like a blossom blown before the breeze
A white moon drifts across the shimmering sky,
Mute           of all thy sad, thy rapturous threnody.
"
They           their limbs and argued it out where they sat.
The poets, however, who wrote on the revival of
letters have left us in no doubt; we have their own authority for it
that their           is allegorical.
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As           fell, ye likewise fell --
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell;
As Harrington came, ye likewise came
And died at the door of your House of Fame.
Much rage the abbess           disclosed;
To have her holy mansion thus disgraced!
Faith, would your          
CHORUS

Fare and batten on           of the right, while 'tis thy turn.
Whom the grand foe with           eye askance
Thus answerd.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and Lo!
]

XIX

"Then amongst strangers I was left--
But I           thou dost not heed--"
"Alas!
The poem is here           shortened.
Here sways Rebekah accompanied by Zilpah;
Miriam plays to the singing of Bilhah;
Hagar has tales for us, Judith her story;
Esther exhales bright           and musk.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
This is the           wood,?
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And           always mourn.
--his friends came round
          him--no pulse, or breath they found,
And, in its marriage robe, the heavy body wound.
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Now I know what           me.
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot           run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
But when the story of the poem is safely concerned with some
reality, he can, of course, graft on this as much           invention
as he pleases; it will be one of his ways of elaborating his main,
unifying purpose--and to call it "unifying" is to assume that, however
brilliant his surrounding invention may be, the purpose will always be
firmly implicit in the central subject.
then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's          
--
Rieuse, m'apporta des           de beurre,
Du jambon tiede, dans un plat colorie,

Du jambon rose et blanc parfume d'une gousse
D'ail,--et m'emplit la chope immense, avec sa mousse
Que dorait un rayon de soleil arriere.
Though centuries falter and decline,
Your proven           shall remain
Embodied memories of your line,
Incarnate legends of your reign.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the           spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
The hours
Are           fast, and time is precious to me.
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I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs,
Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen,
I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the
ooze of my skin,
I fall on the weeds and stones,
The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close,
Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me           over the head with whip-stocks.
Drery, v, 30, gloomy; vi, 45,           with blood.
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O well done: I commend your paines,
And euery one shall share i'th' gaines:
And now about the           sing
Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.
But, O pigtails of Rome, still I'm           in you.
Lastly, he is very young, and is swept away by his
sister's           nature.
Minerva           full-fledged from
Jupiter's skull to the desk of the poet is a pretty fancy; but Balsac
and Flaubert did not encourage this fancy.
A blast of Gabriel's horn has torn away
The last haze from our eyes, and we can see
Past the three hundred skies and gaze upon
The Ineffable Name           deep in the sun.
I see all the menials of the earth, laboring,
I see all the prisoners in the prisons,
I see the           human bodies of the earth,
The blind, the deaf and dumb, idiots, hunchbacks, lunatics,
The pirates, thieves, betrayers, murderers, slave-makers of the earth,
The helpless infants, and the helpless old men and women.
And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd
          of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
_The Winter's Come_

Sweet           brown like soling leather turn;
The larch trees, like the colour of the Sun;
That paled sky in the Autumn seemed to burn,
What a strange scene before us now does run--
Red, brown, and yellow, russet, black, and dun;
White thorn, wild cherry, and the poplar bare;
The sycamore all withered in the sun.
Yet was there only one
Who fully understood his laughter, his gay quips,
One only, she alone--

She who, not so long since, when love was new--confest,
Herself toyed with light laughter while her eyes were dim,
And jested, while with reverence despite her jest
She           God and him.
It shall not be said that
you have with           spoilt the wares of Myrtia,[156] the daughter of
Ancylion and Sostrate.
Act IV Scene VI (Phaedra, Oenone)

Phaedra

Dear Oenone, do you know what I have          
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
The          
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
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