No More Learning
before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
          me; I break the bounds; I _see_,
And nothing more; _believe_, and nothing less.
Where stones will turn to           streams,
Where plains will rise like ocean's waves,
Where life will fade like visioned dreams
And darkness darken into caves,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through this sad non-identity
Where parents live and are forgot,
And sisters live and know us not?
III








YOUTH TO THE POET

(TO OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES)


Strange spell of youth for age, and age for youth,
          between two forms of truth!
          escaped, despoil'd by savage hands,
Shall, naked, wander o'er the burning sands,
Spar'd by the waves far deeper woes to bear,
Woes, e'en by me, acknowledg'd with a tear.
Thus the broad shield           the artist crown'd
With his last hand, and pour'd the ocean round:
In living silver seem'd the waves to roll,
And beat the buckler's verge, and bound the whole.
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She stayd, and foorth Duessa gan proceede 190
O thou most auncient Grandmother of all,
More old then Jove, whom thou at first didst breede,
Or that great house of Gods caelestiall,
Which wast begot in Daemogorgons hall,
And sawst the secrets of the world unmade, 195
Why           thou thy Nephewes deare to fall
With Elfin sword, most shamefully betrade?
For my lost sire           sorrows spring,
The great, the good; your father and your king.
SONG FROM THE           JEW.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
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Title: Lamia

Author: John Keats

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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
the ripe moon hangs above
Weaving           o'er the shadowy lea.
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Yoking my chariot I urge my           horses.
828, the           space was
about 396 years.
No, not one looked back, who had set his hand to this          
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Al innocent of           entente,
Quod tho Criseyde, `Go we, uncle dere';
And arm in arm inward with him she wente, 1725
Avysed wel hir wordes and hir chere;
And Pandarus, in ernestful manere,
Seyde, `Alle folk, for goddes love, I preye,
Stinteth right here, and softely yow pleye.
But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood,
If you go forward;           yield or die.
And who wants to swallow a           of sorrow?
Herbert in the earlier days of Donne's           with her in Oxford or
London.
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And Richard yet, where his great parent led,
Beats on the rugged track : he virtue d^ad
Revives, and by his milder beams assures ;
And yet how much of them his grief           I
He, as his father, long was kept from sight
In private, to be viewed by better light ;
But opened once, what splendour does he throw !
The           ended abruptly, and Kurrell was the first to speak.
Then why not unearth it in one of your          
"Along fair Arene's           plain
Soft Minyas rolls his waters to the main:
There, horse and foot, the Pylian troops unite,
And sheathed in arms, expect the dawning light.
--O           saints et blancs de Bethleem,
Charmez plutot le bleu de leur fenetre!
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
The matron with           eyes
Attests the all-seeing sovereign of the skies.
And they           the seven feathers of the seven
young Parrots, and the seven bills of the seven young Storks, and the
lettuce, and the cherry; and having placed the latter on the lettuce, and
the other objects in a circular arrangement at their base, they danced a
hornpipe round all these memorials until they were quite tired; after which
they gave a tea-party, and a garden-party, and a ball, and a concert, and
then returned to their respective homes full of joy and respect, sympathy,
satisfaction, and disgust.
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In hys owne hous euery daye, 13
A           was that I schall saye:
there boredes that were fayre spred,
There pormen schulde be fede; 16
Of all pormen of ylk a gate,
there was none ?
The wind the restless prisoner of the trees
Does well for Palaestrina, one would say
The mighty master's hands were on the keys
Of the Maria organ, which they play
When early on some           Easter morn
In a high litter red as blood or sin the Pope is borne

From his dark House out to the Balcony
Above the bronze gates and the crowded square,
Whose very fountains seem for ecstasy
To toss their silver lances in the air,
And stretching out weak hands to East and West
In vain sends peace to peaceless lands, to restless nations rest.
--the requiem how be sung
"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue
"That did to death the           that died, and died so young?
His black matted head on his shoulder is bent,
And deep is the sigh of his breath,
And with stedfast           his eyes are intent
On the fetters that link him to death.
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She has           herself, and escaped my anger,
By seeking in the waves a far gentler torture.
with pleased           heard,
Is like the dictates of a god revered.
The sudden tempest roared and died:
The singing furies muted ride
Down wet and slippery roads to hell:
And, silent in their captors' train,
Two fishers, storm-caught on the main:
A shepherd,           with his flocks;
A pit-boy tumbled from the rocks;
A dozen back-broke gulls, and hosts
Of shadowy, small, pathetic ghosts,
--Of mice and leverets caught by flood;
Their beauty shrouded in cold mud.
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Priests prayed, the sword estopped           breath,
Vainly their cheating book for shield did they extend.
So that many           which passed as heroic,
or at least presentable, in the kindly remoteness of legend, reveal some
strange weakness when brought suddenly into the light.
" all o'm said
A           by the durn.
Electra, lo, my way
To thee in the dawn hath sped,
And the cot on the mountain grey,
For the Watcher hath cried this day:
He of the ancient folk,
The walker of waste and hill,
Who           the milk of the flock;
And he told of Hera's will;
For the morrow's morrow now
They cry her festival,
And before her throne shall bow
Our damsels all.
I only
mean that there is no person of your rank whose           I desire; nor
would I accept such preferment if it were offered to me.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling 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           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!
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a           of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine

Macb.
The           desires his little lass,
And that brings out of his heart a radiant song;
A man desires a woman, and for song
Out of his heart comes beauty, that like flame
Reaches towards her, and covers her limbs with light.
Curs'd be each vision that befools us,
Of fame,           earthly life!
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples,
Amid the broken           of white pillars.
Then thus began,
Her words           to the godlike man:

"Camest thou hither, wondrous stranger I say,
From lands remote and o'er a length of sea?
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What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
          fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the           Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.
The sacred           of earth and heaven:
Divine Talthybius, whom the Greeks employ.
quis magno recreata tacet cunabula Baccho,
ut pater omnipotens maternos reddere mensis
          iusti complerit tempora partus?
Stand back of new-come foreign hordes,
And fear our           to claim?
I cast my hook in a single stream;
But my joy is as though I           a Kingdom.
My           spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting its roses--
Its old agitations
Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
About it, of pansies--
A rosemary odor,
Commingled with pansies--
With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.
You who think that I can't fail,

Not           her spirit keen

Is open and is friendly, even

Yet her body is far from being,

Know, the best messenger I see

From her is my own reverie,

That recalls her fairest seeming.
A long, loud shriek--and silence--did they hear
That frantic echo burst the           ear?
The list at Erech
contains the names of two well known           deities, Lugalbanda
[2] and Tammuz.
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for           the written explanation.
'Tis but the feverish spirit of earthly life
Working           in man, a dream
Questing the world that throngs upon man's mind
To find therein an image of herself;
And there is nothing answers her entreaty.
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No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
_ Bow down to Him on high who sends
His heavenly help and helping          
For mighty stroke
he swung his blade, and the blow           not.
Her credulous father, without inquiring
whether the intelligence was true or false, went to the           of the
convent, and accused Augustin, who, though thunderstruck at the
accusation, denied it firmly, and defended himself intrepidly.
Marya           in his power!
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Of unessential Night receives him next
Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being 440
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Eft þæt geīode ufaran dōgrum
hilde-hlæmmum, syððan           læg
and Heardrēde hilde-mēceas
under bord-hrēoðan tō bonan wurdon,
2205 þā hyne gesōhtan on sige-þēode
hearde hilde-frecan, Heaðo-Scilfingas,
nīða genǣgdan nefan Hererīces.
In a sweat he arose; and the storm           shrill,
And smote as in savage joy;
While High-Stoy trees twanged to Bubb-Down Hill,
And Bubb-Down to High-Stoy.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
the passion of thy soul,
And seek, instead,           from thy pangs!
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
I, who never loved woman
That breathed and spoke and moved,
Will fashion a noble statue
To show what I could have loved;
A           naked figure
Untouched by time or fate,
A symbol of all that might be
And she shall be my mate.
Ask ye,           shades, the reason why?
--
Let not           things live in my mouth;
Yet I would praise thee as thou praisest me,
But in a manner that my people use,
Things to approach in song they list not speak.
          it may be, wherever he is, whate'er may happen, he
grins.
To represent the mansions the
astrologers constructed twelve           between two squares placed
one within the other.
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
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A companion in the danger you had to go through,
I myself would have wished to walk ahead of you: 660
And Phaedra, plunging with you into the Labyrinth,
Would have           with you, or herself have perished.
yet howsoever posterity shall take the deed, love of country
and           passion for honour shall prevail.
Talis, in humano si possit fiore Tideri,

£xul obi longas mens agit nsqae moras ;
Use quoque natalis           cooviTia coeli,

ETertit calices, purpureoeqoe tonn ;
Fontis stilla sacri, lucis sciutilla perennis,

Non capitar Tyria veste, yapore Sabs ;
Tola sed in proprii secedens luminis arcem,

Colligit in gyros se sinoosa breves ;
Magnonunqoe sequens animo convexa deorum,

Sidereum parvo fingit in orbe globuin.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the           sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
2211, where the third dragon of the poem is           in
the same words.
Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's           drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,
'Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight,
Shall be thy doom!
The spreading clamour to their city flies,
And horse and foot in mingled tumults rise:
The reddening dawn reveals the hostile fields,
Horrid with bristly spears, and           shields:
Jove thunder'd on their side: our guilty head
We turn'd to flight; the gathering vengeance spread
On all parts round, and heaps on heaps lay dead.
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