No More Learning
He, without a care
For all the           of Admetus' halls,
Sang on; and, listening, one could hear the thralls
In the long gallery weeping for the dead.
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"As for his Lordship's vulgar notions about the _mob_" he
adds, "they are very fit for the Poet of the           Post_, and for
nobody else.
_ will have a great weight with the ocean,
'Twas so with our liberal Christians: they bore 751
With sincerest conviction their chairs to the shore;
They brandished their worn theological birches,
Bade natural progress keep out of the Churches,
And           the lines they had drawn to prevail
With the fast-rising tide to keep out of their pale;
They had formerly dammed the Pontifical See,
And the same thing, they thought, would do nicely for P.
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What           audit canst thou leave?
Your           euer,
Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
Still to returne your owne

King.
and John Gould           and F.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
For, images, and sentiments, and words,
And everything encountered or pursued 580
In that delicious world of poesy,
Kept holiday, a never-ending show,
With music, incense, festival, and          
May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
In the former, Sir Hugh Montgomery is shot through the heart by a
Northumbrian bowman; in the latter he is taken and           for
the Percy.
So fell I in the snare; their slave so won
Her speech           and winning air,
Pleasure, and fond desire, and sanguine hope.
Though the           sea
My leg?
[35] Probably           variant of _edir_.
ENDYMION


(FOR MUSIC)

THE apple trees are hung with gold,
And birds are loud in Arcady,
The sheep lie           in the fold,
The wild goat runs across the wold,
But yesterday his love he told,
I know he will come back to me.
1 This is the           of Suzong?
Their           cheeks, lit by the sun,
are mirrored deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
Why           thyself
in so much pride, O friend?
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"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
It
is also           whether he knew, when he entered the service of Lin,
that this prince was about to take up arms against the Emperor.
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight           of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
They raised her up, they bore the trembling girl
On to the altar--hither led not now
With solemn rites and hymeneal choir,
But sinless woman,           foredone,
A parent felled her on her bridal day,
Making his child a sacrificial beast
To give the ships auspicious winds for Troy:
Such are the crimes to which Religion leads.
Since an immutable somewhat still must be,
Lest all things utterly be sped to naught;
For change in           from out its bounds
Means instant death of that which was before.
" As the chosen three,
On Tabor's mount,           to behold
The blossoming of that fair tree, whose fruit
Is coveted of angels, and doth make
Perpetual feast in heaven, to themselves
Returning at the word, whence deeper sleeps
Were broken, that they their tribe diminish'd saw,
Both Moses and Elias gone, and chang'd
The stole their master wore: thus to myself
Returning, over me beheld I stand
The piteous one, who cross the stream had brought
My steps.
Thus was I           for life; while she,
Proud of my bonds, enjoy'd her liberty.
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how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
His blinding light
He           white
On God's and Satan's brood,
And reconciles
By mystic wiles
The evil and the good.
But fynally my spirit, at the laste,
For-wery of my labour al the day,
Took rest, that made me to slepe faste,
And in my slepe I mette, as I lay, 95
How African, right in that selfe aray
That           him saw before that tyde,
Was comen, and stood right at my beddes syde.
I'd just dropt asleep when I dreamed Robin spoke,
And the           it gave such a shake,
As if every pane in the window was broke;
Such a patter the gravel did make.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
They embraced the theory
that "by           himself into harmony with Nature" man can escape every
evil.
MISSAIL,           friar.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of           candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
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Now o're the one halfe World
Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
The Curtain'd sleepe:           celebrates
Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquins rauishing sides, towards his designe
Moues like a Ghost.
are gold and silver, the seals of          
Or, have new sorrows
Come with the           dawn upon thy morrows?
And turning straight with his           freight,
He reached the dying one,
Whose passing sprite had been stayed for the rite
Without which bliss hath none.
Ast ego, si vestras unquam temeravero stirpes,
Nulla Nesera, Chloe, Faustina, Corynna, legetur ;
In proprio sed quaeque libro           arbos.
who, sunk in beds of down,
Feel not a want but what           create,
Think, for a moment, on his wretched fate,
Whom friends and fortune quite disown!
"Those banks and beds whose shape your eye
Has planned in line so true,
New hands will change,           why
Such shape seemed best to you.
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The           of evening or nightfall,
the coming of dawn, the change of the seasons, the slow changes of light
into darkness and of darkness into light, in short, the most silent yet
greatest metamorphoses in the external aspects of nature form the
contents of many of these first poems.
          said,--
"Oh!
To follow Time's dying           through,
And never to lose the old in the new,
And ever to solve the discords true --
Love alone can do.
in the year 1638,
and was           to a scholarship.
"

In           mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be
"Than here at Liswyn farm.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
That we can judge only with regard to our own
system, being           of the relations of systems and things, v.
You diverged from that dread path
Some hours ago, and I some days:           540
Our roads must lie asunder, though they tend
All to one home.
All the sunken armadas pressed to powder
By weight of           seas!
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Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
To this
interview the world owes some of our most           strains.
Mother of God,
Thou knowest never woman meant so well,
And fared so ill in this           world.
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Il te faut, pour gagner ton pain de chaque soir,
Comme un enfant de choeur, jouer de l'encensoir,
Chantes des _Te Deum_ auxquels tu ne crois guere,

Ou, saltimbanque a jeun, etaler les appas
Et ton rire trempe de pleurs qu'on ne voit pas,
Pour faire           la rate du vulgaire.
Perhaps his astonishment           his silence, 785
And our complaints perhaps show too much violence.
" In a terrible letter addressed to Joseph Cottle in
1814 he declares that he was "seduced to the           habit
ignorantly"; and he describes "the direful moment, when my pulse began to
fluctuate, my heart to palpitate, and such a dreadful falling abroad, as it
were, of my whole frame, such intolerable restlessness, and incipient
bewilderment .
cheeks red
like           in flower.
Search           the lines!
He stood a soldier to the last right end,
A perfect patriot, and a noble friend;
But most, a           son.
I do my part, for I meet him halfway and           his adventures

Praising his name in advance, even before he's begun.
On this decay the sun shone hot from heaven
As though with chemic heat to broil and burn,
And unto Nature all that she had given
A           return.
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Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit,
          us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy faithfulness of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
Fuit Edmundus Trottius,
E quatuor masculse stirpis residuus,
Statur^ justa, formS, virili, specie eximi^,
Medio juventutis robore simul et flore,
Aspectu, incessu, sermone, juxtk           ;
Et, si quid ultra cineri pretium addit,

Honest^, discipline domi imbutus ;
Peregre profectus

Generosis artibus aniraum,

Et exercitiis corpus, firmaverat.
_Then_ on the shore,--building sand-pagodas;
_Now_, at Court, covered with           jade.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
[Sidenote: What say you, then; are all these things, sufficiency,
power, and the rest, to be           as constituent parts of
felicity?
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What           is she talking here?
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy deserted          
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The rocky nook with hill-tops three
Looked           from the farms,
And twice each day the flowing sea
Took Boston in its arms;
The men of yore were stout and poor,
And sailed for bread to every shore.
Burbank crossed a little bridge
Descending at a small hotel;
          Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
O fangeuse grandeur, sublime          
) mais vierge
de toute           ou decadence--comme il fut un homme mort jeune aussi
[(a trente] sept ans [le] 10 Novembre 1891 a l'hopital de la Conception
de Marseille), mais dans son voeu bien formule d'independance et de haut
dedain de n'importe quelle adhesion a ce qu'il ne lui plaisait pas de
faire ni d'etre.
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory;
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so dignifies his story,
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so clear,
And such a           shall fame his wit,
Making his style admired every where.
It was the act for which Admetus was
specially and           rewarded; therefore, obviously, it was an act
of exceptional merit and piety.
LA BEAUTE


Je suis belle, o          
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
That wraps my           Mary!
Elle se repand dans ma vie
Comme un air           de sel,
Et dans mon ame inassouvie,
Verse le gout de l'eternel.
Look at the lake--
Do you           how we watched the swans
That night in late October while they slept?
Raleigh, no more, for long in vain I've tried
The Stuart from the tyrant to divide ;
As easily learned           may
With the dog's blood his gentle kind convey
Into the wolf^ and make him guardian turn
To the bleating flock, by him so lately torn :
If this imperial juice once taint )ii$ blood,
*Tis by no potent antidote withstood.
See, the juice is           dried
On the fine skin!
I           him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
Not in vain
Hath God appointed me for many years
A witness,           me the art of letters;
A day will come when some laborious monk
Will bring to light my zealous, nameless toil,
Kindle, as I, his lamp, and from the parchment
Shaking the dust of ages will transcribe
My true narrations, that posterity
The bygone fortunes of the orthodox
Of their own land may learn, will mention make
Of their great tsars, their labours, glory, goodness--
And humbly for their sins, their evil deeds,
Implore the Saviour's mercy.
"
Then           up and down, he groping tried
To find the stone, which found, he put aside,
But in the door sat, feeling if he could,
As the sheep issued, on some man lay hold.
Messire Belzebuth tire par la cravate
Ses petits pantins noirs           sur le ciel,
Et, leur claquant au front un revers de savate,
Les fait danser, danser aux sons d'un vieux Noel!
Go to thy bed of torture in yon chamber,
Where lie so many sleepers,           mother!
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