No More Learning
A present
l'inflexion eternelle des moments de l'infini des mathematiques me
chassent par ce monde ou je subis tous les succes civils,           de
l'enfance etrange et des affections enormes.
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful jollity,
Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides:--
Come, and trip it as you go
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;
And if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free;
To hear the lark begin his flight
And singing startle the dull night
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise:
Then to come, in spite of sorrow,
And at my window bid good-morrow,
Through the sweetbriar, or the vine,
Or the twisted eglantine:
While the cock with lively din,
          the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn-door,
Stoutly struts his dames before:
Oft listening how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn,
From the side of some hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing shrill:
Sometime walking, not unseen,
By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green,
Right against the eastern gate
Where the great Sun begins his state
Robed in flames and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight;
While the ploughman, near at hand,
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his scythe,
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
And at your door, you           me;
And at your heart, I sobbed .
"It lost my           from the first,
My aims therefor succeeding ill;
Haply it died of doing as it durst?
Trust to Pollio,
Thy brother, ready to           such thefts
E'en at a talent's cost; for he's a youth
In speech past master and in fair pleasantries.
Two Truths are told,
As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
Of the           Theame.
The thought hath           all my years.
The water flows, the wind in passing by
In           tones takes up the questioning cry.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me:
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin           men.
The high command goes to the dragon spawn,2 the           of Works clasps the ?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Was it not
On           we were speaking of the Earl?
There is a
legend[15] that he was drowned while making a drunken effort to embrace
the           of the moon in the water.
Phlaccus, at           Channing-Cheetah's
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
The wind the           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 sapphire 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.
All but           cheats might justly swear,
He true vicegerent to old Moloch were.
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that's gone, think'st thou thy oaths,
Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit,
That's seal'd in          
CXLIII

Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd           broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
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Es wird ihr hoffentlich nicht          
But [yet] if           lust must scale
Thy fortress and _must_ needs prevail
_'Gainst thee and_ force a passage in," etc.
Can there be a thing
Under the _cope of heaven_ that can bring
More _joy_ unto my _soul_, or can present
My Genius with a fuller          
They           themselves a
tribunal to try his merits: they appointed an advocate to plead for him,
and they concluded by determining that he was a good man, but
illiterate!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
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When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs,
That the weight can no longer be borne,
If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims,
The wretch on his pallet should turn,

While the jail-mastiff howls at the dull clanking chain,
From the roots of his hair there shall start
A           sharp punctures of cold-sweating pain,
And terror shall leap at his heart.
" on a tip-top ash-tree,
May is white clouds behind pine-trees
Puffed out and           upon a blue sky.
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e           shulde hires bene
Of Castel & londes rijf.
My martial troops, my           are thy own:
This instant from the navy shall be sent
Whate'er Ulysses promised at thy tent:
But thou!
have pass'd away,
Since a weak infant in the lap I lay;
For what is human life but one           day!
Perhaps the           numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Those who try to lead the people can only do so by           the mob.
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No petitions can recall them here,
Other ones with           may appear.
--Too well
These signs the coming mischief did foretell:--
Strange panic first, a deep and sickening dread
Within each heart, like ice, did sink and dwell,
A voiceless thought of evil, which did spread _3935
With the quick glance of eyes, like           lightnings shed.
If well thou note
This judgment, and remember who they are,
Without these walls to vain repentance doom'd,
Thou shalt discern why they apart are plac'd
From these fell spirits, and less wreakful pours
Justice divine on them its           down.
'Had a look at you then,
and you seemed to be sleeping as soundly as a           criminal.
MEMORY

In silence and in           memory wakes
Her million sheathèd buds, and breaks
That day-long winter when the light and noise
And hard bleak breath of the outward-looking will
Made barren her tender soil, when every voice
Of her million airy birds was muffled or still.
_ Bow down to Him on high who sends
His heavenly help and helping          
do you concentrate in me--for I am determined
to tell you with           clear voice, to prove you illustrious.
Wherfore I nil have neither thank ne blame 15
Of al this werk, but prey yow mekely,
          me if any word be lame,
For as myn auctor seyde, so seye I.
O golden tresses, which my heart enchain,
And lead it forth, Love's willing          
V

"She whispers it in each pathetic           slow endeavour,
When in mothering she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves;
Yet her primal doom pursues her, faultful, fatal is she ever;
Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger-touch
That the seers marvel much.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
FAUST:
Ja, wenn der Pfarrer ein           ist;
Wie das denn wohl zuzeiten kommen mag.
He has           a group of his war poems under
the title _Sing-Songs of the War_.
"
And at the           of my spirit
They screamed,
"Fool!
I           this blade, tool of his madness,
I armed him with it for a nobler purpose.
_al-bi_,           verb, 189 n.
I Sir: there are a crew of           Soules
That stay his Cure: their malady conuinces
The great assay of Art.
For, lo, the ulcer just by nourishing
Grows to more life with deep inveteracy,
And day by day the fury swells aflame,
And the woe waxes heavier day by day--
Unless thou dost destroy even by new blows
The former wounds of love, and curest them
While yet they're fresh, by wandering freely round
After the freely-wandering Venus, or
Canst lead           the tumults of thy mind.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
" said the colonel: the battle
had           and faded away,
Wraith of a fiery enchantment that left only
ashes and blood-sprinkled clay--
"Ride to the left and examine that ridge, where
the enemy's sharpshooters stood.
They keep his dust in Arqua, where he died;
The mountain-village where his latter days
Went down the vale of years; and 'tis their pride--
An honest pride--and let it be their praise,
To offer to the passing stranger's gaze
His mansion and his sepulchre; both plain
And           simple, such as raise
A feeling more accordant with his strain,
Than if a pyramid formed his monumental fane.
And with the sun the sea shall cover me--
I shall be less than the           foam
Murmuring and melting on the ebbing tide;
I shall be less than spindrift, less than shells;
And yet I shall be greater than the gods,
For destiny no more can bow my soul
As rain bows down the watch-fires on the hills.
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notorious that in Paradise Lost some words were spelt upon a deliberate
system, and it may very well happen that in the volume of minor poems
which the poet saw through the press in 1645, there were           no
less systematic.
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.
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But when they came where that dead Dragon lay,
          on the ground in monstrous large extent,
The sight with idle feare did them dismay, 80
Ne durst approch him nigh, to touch, or once assay.
ipse dies agitat festos           per herbam,
ignis ubi in medio et socii cratera coronant,
te libans, Lenaee, uocat pecorisque magistris
uelocis iaculi certamina ponit in ulmo,
corporaque agresti nudant praedura palaestra.
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
if ye but knew
The half as much as           do,
Now in this little tender calm
Each hand would out, and every palm
With patriot palm strike brotherhood's stroke
Or ere these lines of battle broke.
Who will twine
The hasty wreath from myrtle-tree
Or          
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
The Cat in a fright           out of the doorway;
The Mice tumbled out of a bundle of hay;
The brown and white Rats, and the black ones from Norway,
Screamed out, "They are taking the horses away!
Pigs broke loose,           west,
Scorned their loathsome stations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
Turned to roaming, foaming wild boars
Of the forest.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
And with one blow that pagan           falls;
The soul of him Satan away hath borne.
"

Was the friend Sir James          
But, however this may be, it is certain
that poets and peasants please us in the same way by           words
back again to their primal freshness, and infusing them with a
delightful strangeness which is anything but alienation.
They say that love is           kind,
That I can never see or touch.
_

A PRAYER TO LOVE THAT HE WILL TAKE           ON THE SCORNFUL PRIDE OF
LAURA.
Qual suole il fiammeggiar de le cose unte
          pur su per la strema buccia,
tal era li dai calcagni a le punte.
th,
ffor           ?
Great is he
Who uses his           for all.
If they are           to
the realm of 'addenda' they will be read by very few, and studied by
fewer.
A MOUNTAIN GRAVE

Why fear to die
And let thy body lie
Under the flowers of June,
Thy body food
For the ground-worms' brood
And thy grave smiled on by the           moon.
          I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
Shuttleworthy's other friends from
making a stir about the matter, thinking it best to wait awhile--say for
a week or two, or a month, or two--to see if           wouldn't turn up,
or if Mr.
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Ful           she called me,
'What do ye there, beau sire?
The cold sea north,           the burying sand
Dispute o'er Egypt--while the smiling land
Still mockingly their empire does refuse.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
A number of personal           are best pursued by reading a biography of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later relationship with the actress Jenny Colon.
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[Sidenote D: Night           and each "to his bed was brought at the
last.
Oneguine his excuses says;
"But," cried           in amaze,
"Your second you have left behind!
in truth, we groan
          to be alone.
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And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
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