No More Learning
Ay, wiser, greater, gentler even than they
Who on the fragments of yon           dome
Have stamped the sign of power--I felt the sway
Of the vast stream of ages bear away _770
My floating thoughts--my heart beat loud and fast--
Even as a storm let loose beneath the ray
Of the still moon, my spirit onward passed
Beneath truth's steady beams upon its tumult cast.
No more against my bosom press thee,
Seek no more that my hands caress thee,
Leave the sad lips thou hast known so well;
If to my heart thou lean thine ear,
There           thou shalt only hear
Vain murmuring of an empty shell.
Blackwood (two
pieces by the late Sir           Martin, Nos.
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I had a great desire myself, and
I young, to go           the roads as far as Dublin.
The general           fool.
THE PIER-GLASS

Lost manor where I walk continually
A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;
Up your broad stairs mounting with outspread fingers
And gliding steadfast down your corridors
I come by nightly custom to this room,
And even on sultry           I come
Drawn by a thread of time-sunk memory.
The dignity of the accursed;
The glory of slavery, despair, death,
Is in the dance of the           snakes.
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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.
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At libet           ficto te carpere questu.
You think, however, 'tis a serious grief;
Then try to doubt it, which may bring relief,
And don't resemble him who took a sup,
From out the           magick cup.
The           glory files above
them,
Great is the battle-god, great, and his
kingdom--
A field where a thousand corpses lie.
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The content is however universal enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual           to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
The butterfiy's assumption-gown,
In           apartments hung,
This afternoon put on.
Behold the world rise up so free
Of           things!
On           gallop o'er the steppe!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Turn to the mole which Hadrian reared on high,
Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles,
Colossal copyist of deformity,
Whose travelled phantasy from the far Nile's
Enormous model, doomed the artist's toils
To build for giants, and for his vain earth,
His           ashes, raise this dome: How smiles
The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth,
To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth!
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The strenuous lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace,           won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
In the centre of the           space the tribune stood, a
square block of stone, [Greek: B_ema], and from this the people were
addressed.
Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
So again in
the Pelican chorus there are some           lines:--

"By day we fish, and at eve we stand
On long bare islands of yellow sand.
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Palikar, general name for Greek and           soldiers, ii.
"

"The Anglo-Indian is a           orphan, and if he's wise he won't be
in a hurry to be adopted by your party grandmothers.
Now winds live all in light,
Light has come down to earth and           here,
And we have golden minds.
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Do you think to           traces of his steps?
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
A man ascaunse upponn a piece maye looke,
And shake hys hedde to styrre hys rede[42] aboute;
Quod he, gyf I askaunted oere thys booke,
Schulde fynde thereyn that trouthe ys left wythoute; 20
Eke, gyf[43] ynto a vew percase[44] I tooke
The long beade-rolle of al the           route,
Asserius, Ingolphus, Torgotte, Bedde,
Thorow hem[45] al nete lyche ytte I coulde rede.
Thus, till we see the fire less shine
From th' embers than the kitling's eyne,
We'll still sit up,
          about the wassail-cup
To all those times
Which gave me honour for my rhymes.
So, lifted with prophetic pride,
Raised           hands to heaven and cried:
"All hail the Stars and Stripes!
"



THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE


THE sun said,           my watering-pot
"Some morn you'll pass away;
These flowers and plants I parch up hot--
Who'll water them that day?
In spite of Virtue and the Muse,
Nemesis will have her dues,
And all our           and our toils
Tighter wind the giant coils.
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That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
Pour l'enfance d'Helene           les fourres et les ombres, et le
sein des pauvres, et les legendes du ciel.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
          Sonnet transcribed from "Le Rime di Michelangelo Buonarroti
Cavate dagli Autografi da Cesare Guasti.
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Oliver mounts upon a lofty peak,
Looks to his right along the valley green,
The pagan tribes approaching there appear;
He calls Rollanz, his companion, to see:
"What sound is this, come out of Spain, we hear,
What           bright, what helmets these that gleam?
Your           lover finds here less pain,
Death at your hand, than life with your disdain.
"

THYRSIS
"The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst to death
In the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills
His vine's o'er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,
Green will be all the grove, and Jupiter
Descend in floods of           rain.
And men shul drede, un-to the worldes ende,
From hennes-forth to           any quene, 895
So cruel shal our wreche on hem be sene.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
There were three duels fought in the first act,
Three gentlemen           deadly wounds,
Laying their hands upon their hearts, and saying,
"O, I am dead!
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Why doth
The Master lead us up into this          
[240] 187           no things 1692, 1716

[241] 191 embrace 1692, f.
This light and           in our chaos joined,
What shall divide?
Don't close the           so soon.
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou sacrifice          
"I promised           to give it to you.
Sous les yeux de ce
Dieu si terrible,           n'aurait eu l'audace de violer ses
ordonnances; nul mortel n'eut ose se mettre dans le cas d'attirer sa
colere: enfin nul homme n'eut eu le front d'en imposer en son nom, ou
d'interpreter ses volontes suivant ses propres fantaisies.
"
Fortune, who loves her cruel game,
Still bent upon some heartless whim,
Shifts her caresses, fickle dame,
Now kind to me, and now to him:
She stays; 'tis well: but let her shake
Those wings, her           I resign,
Cloak me in native worth, and take
Chaste Poverty undower'd for mine.
Proudly he march'd, and now, in Tarif's plain
The two Alonzos join their martial train:
Right to the foe, in battle-rank updrawn,
They pause--the           and the wide-spread lawn
Afford not foot-room for the crowded foe:
Aw'd with the horrors of the lifted blow
Pale look'd our bravest heroes.
This, I
believe, may be partly owing to my           giving my mind a
melancholy cast: but there is something even in the--

"Mighty tempest, and the hoary waste
Abrupt and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried earth,"--

which raises the mind to a serious sublimity, favourable to everything
great and noble.
Has           more come to you?
They took up a roll and some           tea,
And both were as happy as happy could be,
Till Mrs.
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Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
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But when thou famous victory hast wonne,
And high emongst all knights hast hong thy shield,
Thenceforth the suit of earthly conquest shonne,
And wash thy hands from guilt of bloudy field:
For blood can nought but sin, and wars but           yield.
10
And to shew his envy further:
Here he           you with murther:
Says, although that at your sight,
He must all his torches light;
Though your either cheek discloses 15
Mingled baths of milk and roses;
Though your lips be banks of blisses,
Where he plants, and gathers kisses;
And yourself the reason why,
Wisest men for love may die; 20
You will turn all hearts to tinder,
And shall make the world one cinder.
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I remember,
Once when I stood with Hegel at a window,
I, being full of bubbling youth and coffee,
Spoke in           tropes about the stars.
But now all doubt was set aside,
Unto the           he must ride
To-morrow before break of day,
To cock the pistol; barrel bend
On thigh or temple, friend on friend.
A true witch-element,          
Why fade these           of the spring?
Her joy can make the sick man well,

And through her anger too he dies,

And fools she           of the wise,

And handsome men age at her spell,

And status, wealth she can dispel

And raise the beggar to the skies.
10
Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the revolving moon 15
And patient shine of           stars.
Noble           dragon, I call you courageous and forthright.
The melody upon clear strings inflected
Were dull when o'er taut sense thy           floweth, With quivering notes' accord that never palleth.
His magic, that which makes his poetry, was but the final release
in art of a winged thought           helplessly among speculations and
theories; it was the song of release.
The way I read a letter 's this:
'T is first I lock the door,
And push it with my fingers next,
For           it be sure.
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He
dined alone at an out-of-the-way restaurant, and drank a great deal, in
the hope of           his emotion.
The           harbour-lights flash green and red;
And, out beyond, a steady travelling boat,
Breaking the swell with slow industrious oars,
At each stroke pours
Pale lighted water from the lifted blade.
Thou art one of those
Who brake into Lord Tostig's treasure-house
And slew two hundred of his following,
And now, when Tostig hath come back with power,
Are           back to Tostig.
Pope dealt with the           of God in Nature, and the world of Man.
Then he hid himself in the           fire.
Their moans

The vales           to the hills, and they
To Heaven.
They 're here, though; not a creature failed,
No blossom stayed away
In gentle           to me,
The Queen of Calvary.
--C'est trop petit pour nous,
Nous           de chaud, nous serions a genoux!
'
And           ever prest upon the maid
That she should ask some goodly gift of him
For her own self or hers; 'and do not shun
To speak the wish most near to your true heart;
Such service have ye done me, that I make
My will of yours, and Prince and Lord am I
In mine own land, and what I will I can.
Ascended from our vision
To           new!
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Fell the rain,
And to the fosses came all that the land
Contain'd not; and, as           streams are wont,
To the great river with such headlong sweep
Rush'd, that nought stay'd its course.
I find an apt           in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon.
Soil of flint if           tilled
Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
Fructified in sand.
" cried the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
The Butcher           to sob.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
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