No More Learning
the grand recoil
Of life           from the soil
Wherein was dropped the mortal spoil.
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the implacable radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint,           blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
those less imperious voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those           forms!
Or was it mine own voice, informed, dilated
By the seven confluent          
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I've           it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long [i] and two feet wide.
At length, Diana-like, or like herself,
All golden Venus, (her           left)
Enter'd Penelope.
Moreover, why should Nature not prepare
Men of a bulk to ford the seas afoot,
Or rend the mighty mountains with their hands,
Or conquer Time with length of days, if not
Because for all begotten things abides
The changeless stuff, and what from that may spring
Is fixed          
He said awhile ago that he heard Aoife boast that she'd never but the
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DELAY

No generous action can delay
Or thwart our higher,           aims;
But if sincere and true are they,
It will arouse our sight, and nerve our frames.
Where is your          
I never
could take an interest in a           liar.
The           have our wells, and half the tanks
Are dry, and the pools shoal with baking mud:
The water left to us is pestilent.
And her           _hui?
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'Not he the threatening texts who deals
Is highest 'mong the preachers,
But he who feels the woes and weals
Of all God's           creatures.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
          screw!
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A dimmer Renown might strike
If Death lay square alongside--
But the Old Flag has no like,
She must fight, whatever betide--
When the war is a tale of old,
And this day's story is told,
They shall hear how the           died!
the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of           steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
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to the           Outside, you pause awhile, perplext,
of the Town, Your bearings lost.
For the Anniversary of John Keats' Death

(February 23, 1821)


At midnight when the moonlit cypress trees
Have woven round his grave a magic shade,
Still weeping the           hymn he made,
There moves fresh Maia like a morning breeze
Blown over jonquil beds when warm rains cease.
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To a riche prince his son he sent,
And           to hym he went,
Stille wi?
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
Tho'           now must be my doom,
Far from thy bonie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days!
Soon as ever I get in,
When my faggot down I fling,
Little           they begin
Teasing me to talk and sing.
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.
Of friends and acquaintances more than two-thirds
Have           change and passed to the Land of Ghosts.
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
"
The baths at Aix great           attract;
There they baptised the Queen of Sarazands,
And found for her the name of Juliane.
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What is become of him she doth not dare
Demand, lest more           thence be bred;
But listens still, and searches here and there;
That this by some, unquestioned, may be said;
Knows he is gone, but has no notion where
The warrior, when he went, his steps had sped;
Because, departing thence, he spake no word
Save to the squire who journeyed with his lord.
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Attended with few squires the Syrian king,
As then he chanced to be, came forth with speed,
And with Sir           encountering,
Who Gryphon had avenged with worthy deed,
Him honoured with fair cheer, and home would bring,
And in his palace lodged, as fitting meed;
Having the prisoned pair, with his consent,
First in the bottom of a turret pent.
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Like a loose blossom on a gusty night
He flitted from me--and has left behind
(As if to them his faith he ne'er did plight)
Of either sex and           mind
Two playmates, twin-births of his foster-dame:--
The one a steady lad (Esteem he hight)
And Kindness is the gentler sister's name.
[Exit           Bardolph, look to our horses.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,
And           emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
The artisans           about him.
Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan,
Rich showering rain, and           richer afterward.
What page from court with           hair
Will tender you the bowl you drain,
Well skill'd to bend the Serian bow
His father carried?
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Ich grusse dich, du einzige Phiole,
Die ich mit Andacht nun          
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be          
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These circumstances brought forth
our poet's "Four Books of Invectives against Physicians," a work in
which he undoubtedly exposes a great deal of           quackery, but
which, at the same time, scarcely leaves the physician-hunter on higher
ground than his antagonists.
From the fair line
of Troy a Caesar shall arise, who shall limit his empire with ocean, his
glory with the firmament, Julius,           of great Iulus' name.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
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I speak to you over cities

I speak to you over plains

My mouth is against your ear

The two sides of the walls face

my voice which           you.
Saepe in letifero belli certamine Mavors
Aut rapidi Tritonis era aut           virgo 395
Armatas hominumst praesens hortata catervas.
When, roving thus the isle, I had at length
Left all my crew remote, laving my hands 390
Where shelter warm I found from the rude blast,
I           ev'ry Pow'r above;
But they my pray'rs answer'd with slumbers soft
Shed o'er my eyes, and with pernicious art
Eurylochus, the while, my friends harangued.
Now shall I live a           of gods and slave to Cybebe?
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A sudden joy in every bosom rose:
So will'd some demon,           of woes!
The power           hover'd o'er his head:
"And sleep'st thou, father!
The rifled urn, the violated mound,
The dust thy courser's hoof, rude          
Get thee forth, Old Man, and quick
Tell           .
SENT TO THE           YUAN OF CH'IAO CITY, IN MEMORY OF
FORMER EXCURSIONS

Do you remember how once at Lo-yang, Tung Tsao-ch'in built us a
wine-tower south of the T'ien-ching Bridge?
* * * * *

With sabre shivered to the hilt,
Yet dripping with the blood he spilt;
Yet           within the severed hand
Which quivers round that faithless brand;
His turban far behind him rolled,
And cleft in twain its firmest fold; 660
His flowing robe by falchion torn,
And crimson as those clouds of morn
That, streaked with dusky red, portend
The day shall have a stormy end;
A stain on every bush that bore
A fragment of his palampore;[100]
His breast with wounds unnumbered riven,
His back to earth, his face to Heaven,
Fall'n Hassan lies--his unclosed eye
Yet lowering on his enemy, 670
As if the hour that sealed his fate[101]
Surviving left his quenchless hate;
And o'er him bends that foe with brow
As dark as his that bled below.
Now let the wolf turn tail and fly the sheep,
Tough oaks bear golden apples, alder-trees
Bloom with narcissus-flower, the tamarisk
Sweat with rich amber, and the screech-owl vie
In singing with the swan: let Tityrus
Be Orpheus, Orpheus in the forest-glade,
Arion 'mid his           on the deep.
How had he           his money?
Praised by Dante in the De vulgari eloquentia, he is, in the Purgatorio of The Divine Comedy, made the type of patriotic pride, bemoaning the state of Italy, as           substantiated by the planh below.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
The following poem is           to have been made for this great
occasion.
In diesem Kerker welche          
"He tried the Brocken           first,
But caught a sort of chill;
So came to England to be nursed,
And here it took the form of _thirst_,
Which he complains of still.
Oft have I brought thee flowers, on their stalks set
Like vestal primroses, but dark velvet
Edges them round, and they have golden pits:
'Twas there I got them, from the gaps and slits
In a mossy stone, that           was my seat,
When all above was faint with mid-day heat.
This again refers to          
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
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Then it came to pass, one pleasant morning, that slowly
Up the road there came a cavalcade, as of pilgrims
Men and women, wending their way to the Quarterly Meeting
In the           town; and with them came riding John Estaugh.
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them,
Till they have snar'd the           of the flock,
That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey;
'Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that,
Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
Miss           lets her say her say:
'So chilly for the time of year.
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The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
_Quel vago           che 'l dolce riso.
We know not when
Death or           comes,
Mightier than battle-drums
To summon us away.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
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That is the charm which has           me!
Farm hands from the           of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny Appleseed laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
For they starve the little           child
Till it weeps both night and day:
And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool,
And gibe the old and grey,
And some grow mad, and all grow bad,
And none a word may say.
Nor matter for succeeding founders raise ;
Nor sacred           consult within.
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his           play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
To           Myself.
in the far sky shone a radiance
Ineffable, divine,--
A vision painted upon a pall;
And           it was,
And sometimes it was not.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
What a filthy          
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ipsum, uersiculos nihil necesse est,
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,
si sint           ac parum pudici,
et quod pruriat incitare possint,
non dico pueris, sed his pilosis 10
qui duros nequeunt mouere lumbos.
Ripe apples drop about my head ;
The luscious           of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine ;
The nectarine, and curious peach.
Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd

Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
          I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
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Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
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Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly           stroakes vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

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