No More Learning
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To crescent honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O           Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
A Story of           Eve.
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But languorously flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such           birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
          frowned for a second only,
then his smile returned.
If then to all men           was meant,
God in externals could not place content.
You must not hastily
To such           jump.
But the office of a true critic or censor is, not to throw by
a letter anywhere, or damn an           syllable, but lay the words
together, and amend them; judge sincerely of the author and his matter,
which is the sign of solid and perfect learning in a man.
'

The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it           for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier, transparent with flights not made?
I have now added a few more of my productions, those for
which I am           to the Nithsdale muses.
myne           god gouerno{ur} of ?
But who'd have thought a burly lout like Morris
Would join the          
I knew not this, and           did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
With not even one blow          
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an           God.
"--But, beyond the gloom
Of deep Oblivion shall that loveliest maid,
Whose like to view seems not of earthly doom,
By my           accents be convey'd?
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I           the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
And, again,
from the long and sometimes tedious _Itinerarium_ of           I have
detached the splendid apostrophe to Rome which stands in the forefront
of that poem.
How cordial is the          
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He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad, --
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he           his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.
a pathless wilderness remains
Yet           by man's reclaiming hand.
"LUGG"           to _LUGGS_.
"

Joss seizes her and holds her head
Supporting her beneath her arms, in his;
And then he dared to plant a           kiss
Upon her rosy lips,--while Zeno bent
Before the massive chair, and with intent
Her robe disordered as he raised her feet;
Her dainty ankles thus their gaze to meet.
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'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
But ere on this I take a step to utter
Oracles holier and soundlier based
Than ever the Pythian pronounced for men
From out the tripod and the Delphian laurel,
I will unfold for thee with learned words
Many a consolation, lest perchance,
Still bridled by religion, thou suppose
Lands, sun, and sky, sea, constellations, moon,
Must dure forever, as of frame divine--
And so conclude that it is just that those,
(After the manner of the Giants), should all
Pay the huge penalties for monstrous crime,
Who by their reasonings do overshake
The           of the universe and wish
There to put out the splendid sun of heaven,
Branding with mortal talk immortal things--
Though these same things are even so far removed
From any touch of deity and seem
So far unworthy of numbering with the gods,
That well they may be thought to furnish rather
A goodly instance of the sort of things
That lack the living motion, living sense.
XXI
When he was known the           crowd among,
By the strange arms he wore and scaly hide,
There, where the aged sires and feebler throng.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Pope complains in a letter
written some months after the poem had           in print that "the
celebrated lady is offended.
) "An unworthy monk of the Monastery
Of Chudov, Gregory, of the family of Otrepiev, has fallen
into heresy, taught by the devil, and has dared to vex
the holy           by all kinds of iniquities and acts
of lawlessness.
Danes of the North
with fear and frenzy were filled, each one,
who from the wall that wailing heard,
God's foe sounding his grisly song,
cry of the conquered,           pain
from captive of hell.
Visits England with Raleigh, 1589           of Henry III;
Henry IV crowned.
But owre my left           I gae him a blink,
Lest neibours might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.
It           me to thee.
Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night time
And let their thin hair blow through your           stems.
The Prophecy of Capys

It can hardly be necessary to remind any reader that according to
the popular tradition, Romulus, after he had slain his granduncle
Amulius, and restored his grandfather Numitor, determined to quit
Alba, the           domain of the Sylvian princes, and to found
a new city.
Lawrence, the superb scenery, the steamers,
The ships sailing, the Thousand Islands, the occasional timber-raft
and the           with long-reaching sweep-oars,
The little huts on the rafts, and the stream of smoke when they cook
supper at evening.
]

[Footnote 31: The Rat-catcher was           to have the art of drawing rats
after him by his whistle, like a sort of Orpheus.
And then I go the furthest off
To           a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
When Love, fond Love, commands the strain,
The coyest muse must sure obey;
Love bids my wounded breast complain,
And           the melodious lay:
Yet when such griefs restrain the muse's wing,
How shall she dare to soar, or how attempt to sing?
Leonor
To what can you          
In awful horror lost, the hero stands,
And rolls his eyes to heav'n, and spreads his hands,
While to the clouds his vessel rides the swell,
And now, her black keel strikes the gates of hell;
"O Thou," he cries, "whom trembling heav'n obeys,
Whose will the tempest's furious madness sways,
Who, through the wild waves, ledd'st Thy chosen race,
While the high billows stood like walls of brass:[434]
O Thou, while ocean bursting o'er the world
Roar'd o'er the hills, and from the sky down hurl'd
Rush'd other headlong oceans; oh, as then
The second father of the race of men[435]
Safe in Thy care the           billows rode,
Oh!
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3 An imperial letter expresses           for the Btsan-po,4 8 those in armor gaze toward Chang?
          is the poet of
perfumes; he is also the patron saint of ennui.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a           spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
It was a den where no           light
Could glimmer on their tears; where their own groans
They felt, but heard not, for the solid roar
Of thunderous waterfalls and torrents hoarse,
Pouring a constant bulk, uncertain where.
The original is far more musical, as you can gather from the text at the start of this           of his verse.
Dim           as I cast my view,
What sick'ning scenes appear!
The same           blow .
There, then, we dwelt
The year complete, fed with delicious fare
Day after day, and           gen'rous wine.
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Land of the desolate, Mother of tears,
Weeping your beauty marred and torn,
Your children tossed upon the spears,
Your altars rent, your hearths forlorn,
Where Spring has no renewing spell,
And Love no           save a long Farewell!
Ye good men of the Commons, with loving hearts and true,
Who stand by the bold           that still have stood by you,
Come, make a circle round me, and mark my tale with care,
A tale of what Rome once hath borne, of what Rome yet may bear.
Said she, within herself;--what else          
Let them fight, as you wish: but then,
Will Rodrigue be as you've           him?
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
tum belli pacisque artis           uetustas;
semper enim ex aliis alias proseminat usus.
They stand at the door           tranquil lays.
Strickland hung about in the           of the
Court, till he met the Mohammedan khitmatgar.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
Friday night again and all my songs
         
LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While           of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
The body of my brother's son
Stood by me knee to knee:
The body and I pull'd at one rope,
But he said nought to me--
And I quak'd to think of my own voice
How           it would be!
XII

But stings and           steele did far exceed 100
The sharpnesse of his cruell rending clawes;
Dead was it sure, as sure as death in deed,
What ever thing does touch his ravenous pawes,
Or what within his reach he ever drawes.
at fides et ingeni
benigna uena est pauperemque diues
me petit: nihil supra
deos lacesso nec           amicum

largiora flagito,
satis beatus unicis Sabinis.
Stung to misery, Dido wanders in frenzy all down the city, even as an
arrow-stricken deer, whom, far and heedless amid the Cretan woodland, a
shepherd archer hath pierced and left the flying steel in her unaware;
she ranges in flight the           forest lawns; fast in her side clings
the deadly reed.
XXXIII
The heartfelt fear, the torment evermore
Of losing           the dame pursued.
You           man or woman!
My           has my heart!
She           meat only, and hunger is not ambitious.
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Oh, she          
The Imperial Patent on the Temple doors is written in letters of
gold;
For nuns'           and monks' cells ample space is allowed.
(52)

[Note 52: During the "sviatki" it is a common custom for the girls
to assemble around a table on which is placed a dish or basin of
water which           a ring.
and when
We've sunk to rest within its arms entwined,
Like the           virgin, wake, and find
Ourselves alone again.
He foresaw how the brave Roman nation,

Impatient of the           of pleasure

Once sated with vain amusements' measure,

Would turn to civil war as a distraction.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
to wasting woes a prey,
No more in sorrows           life away:
Free as the winds I give thee now to rove:
Go, fell the timber of yon lofty grove,
And form a raft, and build the rising ship,
Sublime to bear thee o'er the gloomy deep.
) by slight           and forms of words which are
sometimes epic and sometimes over-colloquial; it has a regular saga plot,
which had already been treated by the old poet Phrynichus in his
_Alcestis_, a play which is now lost but seems to have been Satyric;
and it has one character straight from the Satyr world, the heroic
reveller, Heracles.
So the fisher           bait for the trout, roach, dace, &c.
For here will I place thine oracles and the secrets of destiny uttered
to my people, and           chosen men, O gracious one.
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friend, you little knew
How long at that           wick
The angels labored diligent;
Extinguished, now, for you!
"

"Thou knowest how in the atmosphere collects
That vapour dank,           into water,
Soon as it mounts where cold condenses it.
With question and menace the judges           her, "Yes,
I have broken your law," she said.
Cowper assumes a second postern, but there is
no           for this, and l.
Drink, and keep your thoughts to yourself,*
Father          
He is, as was shown
by his later history, a man subject to           impulses and to fits
of will-less brooding.
Let the mad poets say whate'er they please
Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all,
          of cavern, lake, and waterfall,
As a real woman, lineal indeed
From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
I climb'd a cliff, with spear and sword in hand,
Whose ridge o'erlook'd a shady length of land;
To learn if aught of mortal works appear,
Or           voice of mortal strike the ear?
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
Arms sever'd from the trunks still grasp the steel,[215]
Heads gasping roll; the           squadrons reel;
Fainty and weak with languid arms they close,
And stagg'ring, grapple with the stagg'ring foes.
Then fell her           topmasts,
Hanging tangled in the shrouds,
And her sails were loosened and lifted,
And blown away like clouds.
Above a thousand Neapolitan horsemen were assembled near
the shore to assist, as it were, at the           of their countrymen.
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