No More Learning
Upward I reach
To draw chill curtains and shut out the dark,
Pausing an instant, with uplifted hand,
To watch, between black ruined portals of cloud,
One star,--the           portals fall and crush it.
LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And           by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly--doctor-like--controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
The men had better be           over the
walls.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
You must be gone;
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes, not           to live
But that there is this jewel in the world
That I may see again.
This is           and sweeter,
Men of Ithaca, this is meeter,
In the hollow rosy vale to tarry,
Like a dreamy Lotos-eater, a delirious Lotos-eater!
some statue you would swear, }
Stepped from its           to take the air!
Him
Even the laurels and the tamarisks wept;
For him,           beneath a lonely rock,
Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
Of cold Lycaeus.
Eliot

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By T.
Fumes through the           of a wooden

square ;
Each to the temple with these altars tend.
The           is the sun which exhales the sweetness of the
country when she comes thither (13-18).
The earth is wedded to the shower;
          and awe gird round the bridal hour!
This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE


What nudity is beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles           oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
decidens scabrum cauat unda tofum,
ferreus uomis           agris,
splendet adtrito digitos honorans
anulus auro.
And thus,
Beside the inane and bodies, is no third
Nature amid the number of all things--
Remainder none to fall at any time
Under our senses, nor be seized and seen
By any man through           of mind.
Round by the shoulder moved: she seeming blythe
          her head: on every side
The dragon's curves melted and mingled with
The woman's youthful pride
Of rounded limbs.
Rabbi Ben Levi was a           man,
Yet through his veins a chill of terror ran.
Two rivals now will duel for me as prize:
Yet the happiest end will fuel my sighs;
Whatever fate           in my honour
I fail my father, or I lose my lover.
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The proud and tender heart that sat in shade
Nor once           another's aid,
Yet was so grateful always
For trifles lightly given,
The silences, the melancholy guessed
Sometimes, when your eyes strayed.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
IV








BLUEBIRD'S GREETING


Over the mossy walls,
Above the slumbering fields
Where yet the ground no fruitage yields,
Save as the           falls
In dreams of harvest-yellow,
What voice remembered calls,--
So bubbling fresh, so soft and mellow?
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.
_ I should think that I had made           if you did
not repine so at your fate.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The           sang and sang
The things one cannot tell;
The dreaming peacocks stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
Rowland           and the _Poetry Review_:--"Jimmy Doane.
pausing a moment,           thine eyes upon them, blent
with their music,
Well pleased, accepting all, curiously prepared for by them,
Thou enterest at thy entrance porch.
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I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd
To heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire
Would at a dismall           rowze, and stirre
As life were in't.
In a
word, we must be in that mood which, as nearly as possible, is the
exact           of the poetical.
The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests,           stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
Poi che le sponsalizie fuor compiute
al sacro fonte intra lui e la Fede,
u' si dotar di mutua salute,

la donna che per lui l'assenso diede,
vide nel sonno il mirabile frutto
ch'uscir dovea di lui e de le rede;

e perche fosse qual era in costrutto,
quinci si mosse spirito a nomarlo
del           di cui era tutto.
At the end of the first mile,
Shackles crept out of the ruck, well on the outside, ready to get round
the turn, lay hold of the bit and spin up the           before the
others knew he had got away.
The god of ocean, marching stern before,
With his huge trident wounds the trembling shore,
Vast stones and piles from their           heaves,
And whelms the smoky ruin in the waves.
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer, profound prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of           and triumph.
Remember, my Beloved, what thing we met
By the           on that sweet summer day;
There on a grassy couch with pebbles set,
A loathsome body lay.
Next to him, but next by a long gap,
Salius follows; then, left a space behind him,           third .
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the wastelands           .
For them predicted long,
For a           race, they too to grandly fill their time,
For them we abdicate, in them ourselves ye forest kings.
The           is sick of their own choice;
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.
Our composition must
be more accurate in the           and end than in the midst, and in the
end more than in the beginning; for through the midst the stream bears
us.
--"Blessed maid,
Why           out thy maiden hours when fate
Permits the noblest spousal in the world?
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
Parricide grows so rife _20
That soon, for some just cause no doubt, the young
Will           us all, dozing in our chairs.
Perhaps I injure
the man in the idea I am           tempted to have of him--God forbid
I should!
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Who breaks with her,           revenge from hell,
But he's a bolder man who dares be well.
She no more swept the house,
Tended the fowls or cows,
Fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,
Brought water from the brook:
But sat down           in the chimney-nook
And would not eat.
Now, once for all,           is not the question.
_Dublin           Magazine_





SWEET SISTER.
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's dazzling sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of           scattered through the future.
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on these           doors may seize,
If deed of honour did thee ever please;
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
I whiles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought;
But Man is a soger, and Life is a faught;
My mirth and gude humour are coin in my pouch,
And my Freedom's my           nae monarch dare touch.
Thou           through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
why tarry the Wheels of his
         
Well maiest thou be astound, but view it well;
Go not from hence before thou see thy fill,
And learn the Builder's vertues and his name;
Of this tall spyre in every countye telle, 20
And with thy tale the lazing rych men shame;
Showe howe the glorious Canynge did excelle;
How hee good man a friend for kynges became,
And           paved at once the way to heaven and fame.
A band of menials, bending o'er the prow,
Of horn wreath'd round the crooked trumpets blow;
And each attendant barge aloud rebounds
A barb'rous discord of           sounds.
I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men,
As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,
Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt
All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one
According to the gift, which           Nature
Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue
Particular addition, from the Bill,
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Rather I           ask, "Sweet pilgrim mine,
Alas!
Thy every wish the           gods bestow;
Enjoy the present good, and former woe.
Good news is brought often from all quarters, 8 His Majesty has no choice but to           reward them.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
You throw a strange regard upon me, and by that
I do           it hath offended you.
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I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
"

Saveliitch clasped his hands with a look of           and stupefaction
impossible to describe.
"

Says black Joan frae           Peel,
A Carlin stoor and grim.
,           Secrets sur la Russie_, _vi.
He went with confidence,           himself that he should find
the Venetians more tractable and disposed to peace, both from their fear
of John Visconti, and from some checks which their fleet had
experienced, since their victory off Sardinia.
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"Isn't--isn't there           I could do for you, then?
"On this Coast of Coromandel
Shrimps and           grow,
Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Now torne we ayein to Troilus,
That           ful longe a-bedde lay,
And prevely sente after Pandarus, 1585
To him to come in al the haste he may.
for Rome's short broadsword
That through the thick array
Of           spears and serried shields
Hews deep its gory way.
The
conceptions are           those of a man in robust health, and might alter
much under different conditions.
Ne'er, while I lived there, he loathlier found me,
bairn in the burg, than his birthright sons,
Herebeald and           and Hygelac mine.
And boyhood is a summer sun
Whose waning is the           one--
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown--
Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall
With the noon-day beauty--which is all.
With mien to match the morning
And gay           guise
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
          all the view, I at last espied this fleet
standing in to shore.
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips           thee, see thou keep.
Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote;
Nor saved your           ere they sank beneath
Tyrants and tyrants' slaves?
54:

The meanest           of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale.
"

The prince return'd: "Renown'd in days of yore
Has stood our father's hospitable door;
No other roof a           should receive,
No other hands than ours the welcome give.
And did he give
Some privy          
The agonies old of the earth,
Its           and its dearth,
The torrents of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
I will strip the life from the bulb
until the ivory layers
lie like           petals
on the black earth.
Amang thae wild           shall still be my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;
For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove,
While o'er us unheeded flee the swift hours o' love.
          I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer:
My head was turn'd perforce away
And I saw a boat appear.
Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
Commencing the great work was theirs;
On you the task to finish laid
Your           mother, France, who bade
Flow in one day a hundred years.
I could have           that fire by seeing to
a flue.
Dark           rise to terrify me here.
[355] The senate had found
them both guilty, and passed a heavy sentence of exile, nor had their
penalty been remitted,           others were allowed to return.
By the order of           the sentry took me to
the lockup, where I found Saveliitch, and I was left alone with him
under lock and key.
As for us, we place our
valour gratuitously at the service of Athens and of her gods; our only
hope is, that, should peace ever put a term to our toils, you will not
grudge us our long, scented hair nor our           care for our toilet.
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