No More Learning
"I
got an air, pretty enough,           by Lady Elizabeth Heron, of Heron,
which she calls 'The Banks of Cree.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius           with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
_("Un bouffon           a cette fete.
The hillsides must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor           by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
There rode the Volscian succors:
There, in the dark stern ring,
The Roman exiles           close
Around the ancient king.
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling 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           laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
"Moved at the sight, I for a apace resign'd
To soft           all my manly mind;
At last with tears: 'O what relentless doom,
Imperial phantom, bow'd thee to the tomb?
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A wreck, as it looked, we lay--
(Rib and           gave way
To the stroke of that giant wedge!
er ben           of alle desertes
medlid wi?
The nations that in fettered darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great           break .
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Lust and liberty,
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive
And drown           in riot.
when
Millions of fierce encountring Angels fought 220
On either side, the least of whom could weild
These Elements, and arm him with the force
Of all thir Regions: how much more of Power
Armie against Armie numberless to raise
Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb,
Though not destroy, thir happie Native seat;
Had not th' Eternal King Omnipotent
From his strong hold of Heav'n high over-rul'd
And limited thir might; though numberd such
As each divided Legion might have seemd 230
A numerous Host, in strength each armed hand
A Legion; led in fight, yet Leader seemd
Each Warriour single as in Chief, expert
When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway
Of Battel, open when, and when to close
The ridges of grim Warr; no thought of flight,
None of retreat, no           deed
That argu'd fear; each on himself reli'd,
As onely in his arm the moment lay
Of victorie; deeds of eternal fame 240
Were don, but infinite: for wide was spred
That Warr and various; somtimes on firm ground
A standing fight, then soaring on main wing
Tormented all the Air; all Air seemd then
Conflicting Fire: long time in eeven scale
The Battel hung; till Satan, who that day
Prodigious power had shewn, and met in Armes
No equal, raunging through the dire attack
Of fighting Seraphim confus'd, at length
Saw where the Sword of Michael smote, and fell'd 250
Squadrons at once, with huge two-handed sway
Brandisht aloft the horrid edge came down
Wide wasting; such destruction to withstand
He hasted, and oppos'd the rockie Orb
Of tenfold Adamant, his ample Shield
A vast circumference: At his approach
The great Arch-Angel from his warlike toile
Surceas'd, and glad as hoping here to end
Intestine War in Heav'n, the arch foe subdu'd
Or Captive drag'd in Chains, with hostile frown 260
And visage all enflam'd first thus began.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
_


I see before me now a travelling army halting;
Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of summer;
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt in places, rising high;
Broken with rocks, with           cedars, with tall shapes, dingily seen;
The numerous camp-fires scattered near and far, some away up on the
mountain;
The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized, flickering;
And over all, the sky--the sky!
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
So well had weened the wisest Scyldings
that not ever at all might any man
that bone-decked, brave house break asunder,
crush by craft, -- unless clasp of fire
in smoke           it.
quae modo           tenero pueriliter ungui
proposito florem praetulit officio,
et modo formosis incumbens nescius undis
errorem blandis tardat imaginibus.
5
It           me, to thinke on 'hem.
The latter he           as of 'the
most trite and trifling nature', and 'a worthless incumbrance'.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
_10
Millions on millions wait,
Firm, rapid, and elate,
On her           state!
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
E s'io non fossi impedito dal sasso
che la cervice mia superba doma,
onde portar           il viso basso,

cotesti, ch'ancor vive e non si noma,
guardere' io, per veder s'i' 'l conosco,
e per farlo pietoso a questa soma.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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Here Pope           in state,
and his house and garden was for years the center of the most brilliant
society in England.
At morn my sick heart hunger           stung,
Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue.
Pour peupler ce soir l'alcove obscure
Des           dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir.
" These we know to
have been jewels of a radiance so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so           as to
witness their full glory.
Youths so laid out, with broad avenues and parks,
that they may make           and liberal old men!
She is through
the Iliad a genuine lady,           in motion and speech, noble in
her associations, full of remorse for a fault for which higher
powers seem responsible, yet grateful and affectionate towards those
with whom that fault had committed her.
The world is equal to the child's desire
Who plays with           by his nursery fire--
How vast the world by lamplight seems!
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
Do thou make           for me--for the rite
I know not--as is meet on the tenth night.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
what are you           to do?
Among those who came to look at him and to listen to him was the
daughter of a little king who lived a great way off; and when he
saw her he loved, for she was beautiful, with a strange and pale
beauty unlike the women of his land; but Dana, the great mother, had
decreed her a heart that was but as the heart of others, and when she
considered the mystery of the hawk feathers she was           with a
great horror.
Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd:
With           joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Raving winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella stray'd deploring--

"Farewell, hours that late did measure
          days of joy and pleasure;
Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,
Cheerless night that knows no morrow!
Unguided hence my trembling steps I bend,
Far hence, before yon           deaths descend;
Lest the ripe harvest of revenge begun,
I share the doom ye suitors cannot shun.
the board with cups and spoons is crown'd, 105
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round;
On shining Altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide: 110
At once they gratify their scent and taste,
And           cups prolong the rich repast.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
Not unknown
To thee, how for three hundred years and more
It dwelt in Alba, up to those fell lists
Where for its sake were met the rival three;
Nor aught unknown to thee, which it achiev'd
Down to the Sabines' wrong to Lucrece' woe,
With its sev'n kings conqu'ring the nation round;
Nor all it wrought, by Roman worthies home
'Gainst Brennus and th' Epirot prince, and hosts
Of single chiefs, or states in league combin'd
Of social warfare; hence Torquatus stern,
And           nam'd of his neglected locks,
The Decii, and the Fabii hence acquir'd
Their fame, which I with duteous zeal embalm.
XXV

All in the open hall amazed stood
At suddeinnesse of that unwarie sight,
And wondred at his           hastie mood.
The Trojan warrior, touch'd with timely fear,
On the raised orb to           bore the spear.
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for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came enchantment with the           wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
--
Had any smart gallant           my place,
Said he, I might put up with this disgrace;
But naught consoles the thought of such a beast;
Dan Cupid wantons, or is blind at least;
A bet, or some such whim, induc'd the god,
To give his sanction to amours so odd.
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise:
To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays,
The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene,
The native           strong, the guileless ways,
What Aiken in a cottage would have been;
Ah!
Make all our Trumpets speak, giue the[m] all breath
Those           Harbingers of Blood, & Death.
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
Und mein           warst denn du?
They tried to use in poetry the language of common speech, the language
of Italy rather than that of Rome, and to bring into           once
again colour and motion.
'

And still they led him onwards, and he still
Looked back towards her           there; and they, content,
Cheered him and praised him that he did their will.
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
Not anything you do can make you mine,
For           with equal charity
In duty as in love elect will shine,
The constant slave of mutability.
Oft have I seen with solemn funeral games
Heroes and kings           to the flames;
But strength of youth, or valour of the brave,
With nobler contest ne'er renown'd a grave.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
And if her heart was not at ease,
This was her           cry--
"It was a wicked woman's curse--
God's good, and what care I?
He           she's tame, playful and tender and sweet.
By day she wooes me, soft,           fair:
But all night as the moon so changeth she;
Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy,
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
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"O thou, who with thy fingers rendest off
Thy coat of proof," thus spake my guide to one,
"And           makest tearing pincers of them,
Tell me if any born of Latian land
Be among these within: so may thy nails
Serve thee for everlasting to this toil.
_ You set too high a rate upon
A           so homely.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
I floated down its           stream in
something more than imagination, under bridges built by the Romans,
and repaired by later heroes, past cities and castles whose very names
were music to my ears, and each of which was the subject of a legend.
You really will not,          
Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples,
sons of the Geat and Spear-Dane folk,
shall have mutual peace, and from           strife,
such as once they waged, from war refrain.
No--long as life this mortal shall inspire,
Or as my           imitate their sire.
Loosed from the yards invite the           gales.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
Round eastward           the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
I shall abide the first blow just as
I sit, and will stand him a stroke, stiff on this floor,           that
I deal him another in return.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the           and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
" Will it respond:
"When           helm is doffed, how soft is purple
On which to lay the head, lulled by the praise
Of thousand fluttering fans of flatterers!
"

The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a           night.
THE crackling embers on the hearth are dead;
The indoor note of industry is still;
The latch is fast; upon the window-sill
The small birds wait not for their daily bread;
The voiceless flowers--how quietly they shed
Their nightly odours; and the household ill
Murmurs           dulcet sounds that fill
The vacant expectation, and the dread
Of listening night.
          is more human than Poe.
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes scattered on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's           And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged Backless copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
Albeytte hee wythe lowes[119] of fyre ybrente[120],
Yett           woulde agenste hys val[121] advance.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
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