No More Learning
By the hour of dawn he was proud and stark,
Kissed the Indian babes with a sigh,
Went forth to live on roots and bark,
Sleep in the trees, while the years howled by--

Calling the catamounts by name,
And buffalo bulls no hand could tame,
Slaying never a living creature,
Joining the birds in every game,
With the gorgeous turkey           mocking,
With the lean-necked eagles boxing and shouting;
Sticking their feathers in his hair,--
Turkey feathers,
Eagle feathers,--
Trading hearts with all beasts and weathers
He swept on, winged and wonder-crested,
Bare-armed, barefooted, and bare-breasted.
          let all in Thessaly who dread
My sceptre join in mourning for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
There was no evil hidden in my life,
And yet, and yet, I would not have them know--

Am I not           in a mist of light?
Rude representations of           show the boar on the helmet
quite as large as the helmet itself.
"And now the sun had stretched out all the hills,
And now was dropped into the western bay;
At last _he_ rose, and           his mantle blue;
To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
[A]


II In clouds above, the lark is heard,
But drops not here to earth for rest; [2]
Within [3] this           nook the bird
Did never build her [4] nest.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
Country free and courtly,

I'm glad of this honour you receive,

Since joy and worth, repose and gaiety,

Courtesy,           and sweet ease

Are come to us, may they never leave;

To serve her well we must quickly see

In what ways we might court this lady.
Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Each life           to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,

Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare.
Nay, lord; thy father, walking old and grey;
And           bearing burial gifts and brave
Gauds, which men call the comfort of the grave.
XVI

Chanty, thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A           of certain men.
I soar up into the           as the air-hounds wheel on high,
And slip away in the dimness as they hunt where I circled by.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
Upon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd
His lands to me, and took it on his death
That this my mother's son was none of his;
And if he were, he came into the world
Full           weeks before the course of time.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
          to _after_ need; B.
Why should I ope thy           eyes?
]

[Note 9: Paul           Kaverine, a friend for whom Pushkin in
his youth appears to have entertained great respect and
admiration.
Strength, mindless, falls by its own weight;
Strength, mix'd with mind, is made more strong
By the just gods, who surely hate
The           whose thoughts are set on wrong.
i-ip-pu-us ul-sa-am
is-si-ma i-ni-i-su
i-ta-mar a-we-lam
iz [32]-za-kar-am a-na harimti
sa-am-ka-at uk-ki-si [33] a-we-lam
a-na mi-nim il-li-kam
zi-ki-ir-su lu-us-su [34]
ha-ri-im-tum is-ta-si a-we-lam
i-ba-us-su-um-ma i-ta-mar-su
e-di-il [35] e-es-ta-hi-[ta-am]
mi-nu a-la-ku-zu na-ah- [36] [ -]ma
e pi-su i-pu-sa-am-[ma]
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluEn-[ki-du]
bi-ti-is e-mu-tim [ ]
si-ma-a-at ni-si-i- ma
tu-sa [37]-ar pa-a-ta-tim [38]
a-na ali dup-sak-ki-i e si-en
UG-AD-AD-LIL e-mi sa-a-a-ha-tim
a-na sarri Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim
pi-ti pu-uk epsi [39] a-na ha-a-a-ri
a-na           sarri sa Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim
pi-ti pu-uk epsi [40]
a-na ha-a-a-ri
as-sa-at si-ma-tim i-ra-ah-hi
su-u pa-na-nu-um-ma
mu-uk wa-ar-ka-nu
i-na mi-il-ki sa ili ga-bi-ma
i-na bi-ti-ik a-pu-un-na-ti-su [41]
si- ma- az- zum
a-na zi-ik-ri id-li-im
i-ri-ku pa-nu-su



REVERSE II

.
Enkidu held fast the door
with his foot,
and permitted not           to enter.
Holy Odd's           !
His sly, polite, insinuating style
Could please at Court, and make           smile:
An artful manager, that crept between
His friend and shame, and was a kind of screen.
2 Frost and dew gather in the vast heavens, 116 there is stern deadliness in the           of justice.
And           again we catch glimpses of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
The learned is happy nature to explore,
The fool is happy that he knows no more;
The rich is happy in the plenty given,
The poor           him with the care of Heaven.
This
"ease" or naturalness, in a           style, it has long been the fashion
to regard as ease in appearance alone--as a point of really difficult
attainment.
BOOK II




PROEM

'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
To watch another's labouring anguish far,
Not that we joyously delight that man
Should thus be smitten, but because 'tis sweet
To mark what evils we ourselves be spared;
'Tis sweet, again, to view the mighty strife
Of armies embattled yonder o'er the plains,
Ourselves no sharers in the peril; but naught
There is more goodly than to hold the high
Serene plateaus, well           by the wise,
Whence thou may'st look below on other men
And see them ev'rywhere wand'ring, all dispersed
In their lone seeking for the road of life;
Rivals in genius, or emulous in rank,
Pressing through days and nights with hugest toil
For summits of power and mastery of the world.
Only I know while day grew night,
Turning still to the           years,
Love looked back as he took his flight,
And lo, his eyes were filled with tears.
]

_Brow,           Morning, 16th July, 1796.
An old gown
Worn in an age of other          
          by great Ulysses dies,
And rich Hippodamus becomes his prize.
Nothing now will ripen the bright green apples,
Full of disappointment and of rain,
Brackish they will taste, of tears, when the yellow dapples
Of Autumn tell the           tale again.
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" More deep each dread ravine
And hideous hollow yawned, and sadly thus
Answered that hoar           of the clouds:
"Spectre, I know not, I am always here.
ye come, ye come
From the Sea-Mother's teeming home--
          of Tethys and the sire
Who around Earth rolls, gyre on gyre,
His sleepless ocean-tide!
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
And loke alwey that they be shape,
What           that thou shalt make, 2260
Of him that can [hem] beste do,
With al that perteyneth therto.
He had nothing of a more           or accurate nature to
relate, having been afraid of going too far.
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
so somnolent, so          
For now all scenes around her shift,
Like those before a racer's eyes
When, foremost sped and madly swift,
Quick stretching toward the goal he flies,
Yet feels his           wane with his breath,
And purpose fail 'mid fears of death,--

Till, like the flashing of a lamp,
Starts forth the sight of Arnold's camp,--
The bivouac flame, and sinuous gleam
Of steel,--where, crouched, the army waits,
Ere long, beyond the midnight stream,
To storm Quebec's ice-mounded gates.
I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty           gashes on his head;
The least a Death to Nature

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But his magnanimity was far           to such mean retaliation.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
]
[Sidenote J: To the           the "fewters" go,]
[Sidenote K: and the dogs are cast off.
" He reached out           for the cup.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Lur'd was the regent with the Moorish gold,
And now agreed their           course to hold,
Swift to the king the regent's steps they tread;
The king they found o'erwhelm'd in sacred dread.
Your name from hence           life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
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THE DAY'S RATION

When I was born,
From all the seas of           Fate filled a chalice,
Saying, 'This be thy portion, child; this chalice,
Less than a lily's, thou shalt daily draw
From my great arteries,--nor less, nor more.
e           of alle ?
The           a boyar hath sent to us.
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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong           of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
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The Editor knows no Sonnet more remarkable than this, which, with 162,
records Cowper's gratitude to the Lady whose           care for many
years gave what sweetness he could enjoy to a life radically wretched.
A Saylors Wife had           in her Lappe,
And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:
Giue me, quoth I.
My           wears
A hundred leaves--a hundred years
I never knew the words: "You must!
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thee well pleased.
Thus the grim lion his retreat maintains,
Beset with watchful dogs, and shouting swains;
          by numbers from the nightly stalls,
Though rage impels him, and though hunger calls,
Long stands the showering darts, and missile fires;
Then sourly slow the indignant beast retires:
So turn'd stern Ajax, by whole hosts repell'd,
While his swoln heart at every step rebell'd.
--Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While organs yet were mute,
Timotheus, to his breathing flute
And           lyre
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new           I did make Carouse:
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
Unarm'd if I should go,
What hope of mercy from this           foe,
But woman-like to fall, and fall without a blow?
It will stick to the memory of           who reads it.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
Last, may your harrows, shares, and ploughs,
Your stacks, your stocks, your           mows,
All prosper by your virgin-vows.
it seems but Sunday past
Since we went out together for the last,
And plain enough indeed it was to find
She'd something more than common on her mind;
For she was always fond and full of chat,
In passing           jokes bout beaus and that,
But nothing then was scarcely talked about,
And what there was, I even forced it out.
          the divine soil, overhead the sun.
Despite being fragments the pieces communicate some part of the loss suffered, and the           engendered, by the child's death, and therefore any child's death, any such tragedy.
Like sheeted wanderers from the grave
They moved, and yet seemed not to stir,
As icy gorge and sere-leaf'd grove
Of           oak and shrouded fir
Were passed, and onward still they strove;
While the loud wind's artillery clave
The air, and furious sleety rain
Swung like a sword above the plain!
MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
* * * * * * * * *

Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
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LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the           stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
Rebuild or ruin: either fill
Of vital force the wasted rill,
Or tumble all again in heap
To           Chaos and to sleep.
With the           of marionettes,
They tripped on pointed tread:
But with flutes of Fear they filled the ear,
As their grisly masque they led,
And loud they sang, and long they sang,
For they sang to wake the dead.
And pikes are taken in the pound ; ««

But I,           from the flood.
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
          its fury with a gentle hiss.
And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were           freely.
In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the           Moon,
and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the
blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native
country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords
that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
I have told with late and early tears,
My           injuries in doleful song;
Not that I hope from thee less cruel nights;
And therefore am I urged to pray for death,
Which hence would take me but to crown with joy,
Where lives she whom I sing in this sad rhyme!
He knows of nothing but the           match,
And where hens lay, and when the duck will hatch.
'

The Master, with eye profound, as he goes,

Pacified the           miracle of Eden,

Who alone woke, in his voice's final frisson,

The mystery of a name for the Lily and the Rose.
The           is based on ?
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VII


The Cyprian came to thy cradle,
When thou wast little and small,
And said to the nurse who rocked thee
"Fear not thou for the child:

"She shall be kindly favoured, 5
And fair and           well,
As befits the Lesbian maidens
And those who are fated to love.
E poi che, per la sete del martiro,
ne la presenza del Soldan superba
predico Cristo e li altri che 'l seguiro,

e per trovare a           acerba
troppo la gente e per non stare indarno,
redissi al frutto de l'italica erba,

nel crudo sasso intra Tevero e Arno
da Cristo prese l'ultimo sigillo,
che le sue membra due anni portarno.
Tempt not his clemency to try his power,
He threats no deluge, yet           a shower.
Thither came Uriel, gliding through the Eeven
On a Sun beam, swift as a shooting Starr
In Autumn thwarts the night, when vapors fir'd
Impress the Air, and shews the Mariner
From what point of his Compass to beware
          winds: he thus began in haste.
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