No More Learning
[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense           as _bataku_,
although the one forms its preterite _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some           hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
[12] 55
_That_ Silence, once in deathlike fetters bound,
Chains that were loosened only by the sound
Of holy rites chanted in           round?
not overfond of the stench
choking native respiration,
poked down off the shelf
with the aid of some
mere blades of grass;
and deliberately climbing up,
          usurping one end
of the new America,
now waves his spears aloft
and shouts down valleys,
across plains,
over mountains,
into heights:
Come, what man of you
dares climb the other?
" At that,           by the divine warning, the Etruscan lines
have encamped on the plain; Tarchon himself hath sent ambassadors to me
with the crown [506-539]and sceptre of the kingdom, and offers the
royal attire will I but enter their camp and take the Tyrrhene realm.
e           burne on bent, ?
Thou much hast moved me; thy unhandsome phrase
Hath roused my wrath; I am not, as thou say'st,
A novice in these sports, but took the lead 220
In all, while youth and           were on my side.
It was nightfall before he had cut enough for
his purpose, and well-nigh           before he had carried the last
bundle to its place, and gone back for the roses and the lilies.
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With minstrel art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with crescent horn,
Who wings the           months with joy,
And swells the corn.
In the end the Lady told him, that unlesse
that armour which she brought would serve him (that is, the armour of a
Christian man           by Saint Paul, V.
"



XXXVIII

THAT battle-toil bade he at burg to announce,
at the fort on the cliff, where, full of sorrow,
all the morning earls had sat,
daring shieldsmen, in doubt of twain:
would they wail as dead, or welcome home,
their lord          
"

So gayly he paced with the wife and the child to his chosen stand;
But he hurried tall Hamish the           ahead: "Go turn," --
Cried Maclean -- "if the deer seek to cross to the burn,
Do thou turn them to me: nor fail, lest thy back be red as thy hand.
The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are blooming and nestling their heads
In richest           on moss-coated beds.
fēla lāfe (_the
leavings of files_ = swords, Grein), 1033; so, homera lāfe, 2830; on him
gladiað gomelra lāfe, heard and           Heaðobeardna gestrēon (_on him
gleams the forefather's bequest, hard and ring-decked, the Heaðobeardas'
treasure_, i.
the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there,
Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,
And           adown the river, a flame of blue!
"

I sold a sheep as they had said,
And bought my little           bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
For me it never did me good.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his           shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with lecherous hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
We were           the deep
ravines which served as natural fortifications to the little settlement.
,           of the air_: acc.
What dens, what forests these,
Thus in           race I see?
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the           line wears thinner and the dropping dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
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Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
But what foul wrong have I done to thee, Ozias,
That thou shouldst go about to put such wrong
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III

Doth o'er us pass, when, as th'           eye
To the loved object-so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
Which through his looks that piercing           siied ;
That port, vvliich so majestic was and strong.
          herbs banish evil smells
And the scholar's harp has a clear note.
120
"Do
"You know          
_The Men of the House of Colonna_, _The Czars_, _Charles XII Riding
Through the Ukraine_ are portrayed each with his           historical
gesture, with a luminosity as strong as the colour and movement which
they gave to their time.
WORLDS

Through the pale green forest of tall bracken-stalks,
Whose interwoven fronds, a jade-green sky,
Above me glimmer, infinitely high,
Towards my giant hand a beetle walks
In glistening emerald mail; and as I lie
Watching his           through huge grassy blades
And over pebble boulders, my own world fades
And shrinks to the vision of a beetle's eye.
Finery,           do not entice me.
Thou Who hast borne all burdens, bear our load,
Bear Thou our load           load it be;
Our guilt, our shame, our helpless misery,
Bear Thou Who only canst, O God my God.
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
          che 'l venir su non vi noi>>.
Loving           thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
As that other voice of his was           a
headsman than a head when he wished the people of Rome had but one neck.
Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
Prolonger leurs miseres de Padoue a Milan
Ou se trouvent le Cene, et un           pas cher.
OUR envoy kept two books, in which he wrote
The names of all the married pairs of note;
But that assigned to couples satisfied,
He           for it could a name provide,
Which made the demon almost blush to see,
How few, alas!
if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a           wife;
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look!
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Hoc misso in Syriam requierant omnibus aures:
Audibant eadem haec leniter et leviter,
Nec sibi postilla metuebant talia verba,
Cum subito           nuntius horribilis, 10
Ionios fluctus, postquam illuc Arrius isset,
Iam non Ionios esse, sed Hionios.
_

HE           HER TO A LAUREL, WHICH HE SUPPLICATES APOLLO TO DEFEND.
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[Footnote 1: For the last two lines of this stanza,
I am           to Mr.
Amor Mundi
A           Carol
By the Waters of Babylon
Paradise
"I will lift up mine Eyes unto the Hills"
Saints and Angels
"When my Heart is Vexed, I will Complain"
After Communion
A Rose Plant in Jericho
Who shall Deliver Me?
The narrow street was full of cries,
Of bickering and snarling lies
In many keys--
The tongues of Egypt and of Rome
And lands beyond the           foam
Of windy seas.
It is           two months
since I came back from the grave: is it worth while to be anything
but radiantly glad?
the soaring genius'd Sylvester
That earlier loosed the knot great Newton tied,"

An           theorem announced by Newton was demonstrated and extended
by Sylvester.
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!
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
And if I were to die, it seemed sweeter
To give my life           in your honour.
Yet by the           of two kings grown great,
He on the peace extends a warlike power,
And Israel, silent, saw him rase the tower.
Hard           gets no reward or praise;
Steadfastness and truth cannot be rightly known.
FAREWELL FROST, OR WELCOME SPRING

Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear
          in fresh and verdant diaper;
Thaw'd are the snows; and now the lusty Spring
Gives to each mead a neat enamelling;
The palms put forth their gems, and every tree
Now swaggers in her leafy gallantry.
I read
Confessions which a           heart
May well in innocence impart.
Where rams are wanting, or large bullocks' thighs,
There a poor lamb's a           sacrifice.
XLVIII

And ye the forlorne reliques of his powre,
His byting sword, and his devouring speare, 420
Which have endured many a dreadfull stowre,
Can speake his prowesse, that did earst you beare,
And well could rule: now he hath left you heare
To be the record of his ruefull losse,
And of my dolefull           deare:?
Of robins in the trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose           could not hide the wings,
Although I heard them try!
Forty years of my life have I           among you and taught you,
Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one another!
Said my father with a smile:
'Daughter mine, your mother comes to sit with you awhile, 80
She's sad to-day, and who but you her sadness can          
The waves in easy motion went rolling on their way,
English colours were a-flying where the British           lay.
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In me thou see'st the           of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
235
Who speketh for me right now in myn          
One
has now to search for the very names of most of the popular
authors of Pushkin's day and rummage           dictionaries
for the dates of their births and deaths.
--
O there, perchance, when all our wars are done,
The brand           will be cast away.
RESCUE


Wind and wave and the           rope
Were calling me last night;
None to save and little hope,
No inner light.
          hirples o'er the lea,
Chil, on thy lovely form:
And gane, alas!
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Already Heaven with thee its lot has cast,
For only it can           deal.
Or is it but a           creed?
The thought hath           all my years.
e           sai ?
* * * * *

And then there came black Lords; and Dwarfs obscene
With lavish tongues; and Trolls; and treacherous Things
Like loose-lipp'd           and cruel Kings
Who sharpen lies and daggers subterrene:
And flashed their evil eyes and weeping cried,
"We ruled the world for Peace.
But we shall not do full justice to his public
integrity, if we do not bear in mind the           of the age in whicb he lived; the manifold apos-
tasies amidst which he retained his conscience ;
and the effect which such wide -spread profligacy
must have had in making thousands almost scep-
tical as to whether there were such a thing as
public virtue at all.
BOOK III


Song of Myself

1
I           myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Glory of songs mounting as birds,
Glory immortal of magical words;
Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson,
Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott;
Glory of Shelley, glory of Sidney,
Glory transcendent that perishes not,--
Hers is the story, hers be the glory,
         
Your sentence
Is truly no more           to me
Than had you blown a feather into the the air,
And, as it fell upon me, you had said,
Take heed it hurt thee not!
These are but phases of one;

"And that one is I; and I am           from thee,
One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be--
Extern to thee nothing.
XII

Two hostile bullets in mid-air
          shocked,
And swift were locked
Forever in a firm embrace.
Upon the opening page ye find:
_Qu'ecrirer-vouz sur ces          
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
CCXLII

And           tilts with the king Leutice;
Has broken all the flowers on his shield,
Next of his sark he has undone the seam,
All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean,
So flings him dead, let any laugh or weep.
Ses parents           de doux portiers.
Sooner would I have lost my crown than come
Alone at           to this dreadful place.
I do not mind the stars; the only thing
Alive, the moon, perched full upon her wing, Is           languidly over the hill.
Dost promise me I shall recover
In this hodge-podge of          
With as deep a           for the True as ever inspired the bosom of man,
I would nevertheless limit, in some measure, its modes of inculcation.
The printers and editors have
been misled by Donne's phrase, 'In Natures, and in           gifts'.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
Cerberus et furiae iam uero et lucis egestas
Tartarus horriferos eructans           aestus,
quid?
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