No More Learning
XXI
As long as tinted haze the           covered,
Upon my course the track I soon discovered.
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the cruel sway,
          man's dominion;
The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,
The flutt'ring, gory pinion.
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Whilst yet the monarch paused, with doubts oppress'd
The beauteous queen relieved his labouring breast:
"Hear me (she cried), to whom the gods have given
To read this sign, and mystic sense of heaven,
As thus the plumy sovereign of the air
Left on the mountain's brow his callow care,
And wander'd through the wide ethereal way
To pour his wrath on yon luxurious prey;
So shall thy godlike father, toss'd in vain
Through all the dangers of the boundless main,
Arrive (or if           already come)
From slaughter'd gluttons to release the dome.
Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the           way to th' euerlasting Bonfire.
Always I have found friendship in thine eyes;
And pleasant words, and silences more pleasant,
Have made us moments wherein all the world
Left our sequester'd minds; so that I dared
Often believe our           might be
The brink of love.
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
What is it, old          
I've made the verse, don't know for who;

I'll send it on to someone new,

Who'll send it on towards Anjou,

Or           nigh,

So its counter-key from his casket he'll

Send, by and by.
And           into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a swooning love of him.
A coolness of twilight takes

Its way to you at each beat

Whose           flutter makes

The horizon gently retreat.
The effect of
a page of her more recent           is exceedingly quaint and
strong.
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And if all the world now holds -

All those under heaven's power,

Were           in some sweet bower,

I'd only wish for one I know.
His kindly lord
he first had greeted in           form,
with manly words.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
"--the           cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to'incarnadine.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
If this
be granted, he says, it is plain that man must have a place somewhere in
this system, and the only           is whether "God has placed him wrong.
A little pipkin with a bit
Of mutton or of veal in it,
Set on my table, trouble-free,
More than a feast           me.
n Tsung created the           of the Three
Paragons: Li Po, of poetry; P'ei Min, of swordsmanship; and Chang Hsu,
of cursive calligraphy.
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The           of Chillon p.
'

And she answerde, `Of gilt          
Compare--

"Nor yet suppress the           sigh.
The flower and pride of our array;
And all the Eastland, from whose breast
Came forth her bravest and her best,
Craves           with boding dread--
Parents for sons, and brides new-wed
For absent lords, and, day by day,
Shudder with dread at their delay!
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
          I swear it to myself alone.
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If e'er ye rush'd in crowds, with vast delight,
To hail your hero           from the fight,
Now meet him dead, and let your sorrows flow;
Your common triumph, and your common woe.
"

"If thou," I straight replied, "hadst weigh'd the cause
For which I look'd, thou hadst           excus'd
The tarrying still.
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the armoury.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply           you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
The bookful blockhead,           read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head,
With his own tongue still edifies his ears,
And always list'ning to himself appears.
they play so sweet,
On their hautboys,           songs!
TO _drift with every passion till my soul_
_Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play_,
_Is it for this that I have given away_
_Mine ancient wisdom, and austere          
"

He entered: drank a glass of beer in           of the tombs; and slowly
smoked a cigar.
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And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it           the less _gone_?
_Donna che lieta col           nostro.
But one other before, have I seen to remain
By           pain
Bound and vanquished,--one Titan!
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
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Ich hatte mit dem Kind wohl meine liebe Not;
Doch           ich gern noch einmal alle Plage,
So lieb war mir das Kind.
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Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
--Je connais
Des vieilles qui s'en vont           sous leurs bonnets
Parce qu'on leur a pris leur garcon ou leur fille:
C'est la crapule.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
Even as a lioness
          the woodland boughs
Starving, she wrought her way.
Days may           in nights, and suns may rest
As dead within the west;
Yet, the next morn, regild the fragrant east.
When I see the           trees

And hear the nightingale in song,

Then how can a man go wrong,

Who chooses loving and is pleased.
Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both,
To pass the time when nothing else can please,
And train them to our lure with subtle oath,
Till, weary of their wiles,           we ease;
And then we say when we their fancy try,
To play with fools, O what a fool was I!
How all around, it chokes and swells
When we           the things they cherished.
Where is our English          
When he had prayed, upon his feet he stepped,
With the strong mark of virtue signed his head;
Upon his swift charger the King mounted
While Jozerans and Neimes his stirrup held;
He took his shield, his           spear he kept;
Fine limbs he had, both gallant and well set;
Clear was his face and filled with good intent.
shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
--
or fancy I'm          
"

The Powers aboon will tent thee,
Misfortune sha' na steer thee;
Thou'rt like           sae lovely
That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.
_Mixtie-maxtie_,           mixed, mish-mash.
And now again, since food
          and nourishes the human frame,
'Tis thine to know our veins and blood and bones
And thews are formed of particles unlike
To them in kind; or if they say all foods
Are of mixed substance having in themselves
Small bodies of thews, and bones, and also veins
And particles of blood, then every food,
Solid or liquid, must itself be thought
As made and mixed of things unlike in kind--
Of bones, of thews, of ichor and of blood.
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An idea that is not dangerous is           of being called an idea at
all.
And art thou          
The 'Essay
on Man' was built up on the precepts of Bolingbroke's philosophy; the
'Imitations of Horace' were undertaken at Bolingbroke's suggestion; and
the whole tone of Pope's political and social satire during the years
from 1731 to 1738 reflects the spirit of that opposition to the
administration of Walpole and to the growing influence of the commercial
class, which was at once           and directed by Bolingbroke.
The           time
after that grim fight, Grendel's mother,
monster of women, mourned her woe.
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
And am I myself           in my turn?
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But in the end how many words
Winged on a flight she could not follow,
Farther than skyward lark or swallow,
His lips should free to lands she never knew;
Braver than white sea-faring birds
With a           melody,
Flying over a shining sea,
A star-white song between the blue and blue.
"

V

"Yet," said they, "his frail speech,
Hath accents pitched like thine--
Thy mould and his define
A           each to each--
But go!
e,
And my           y-wis.
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CHANT DE GUERRE PARISIEN


Le           est evident, car
Du coeur des Proprietes vertes
Le vol de Thiers et de Picard
Tient ses splendeurs grandes ouvertes.
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
Diegue
The king, if so,           it by my courage.
Man, but for that, no action could attend,
And but for this, were active to no end:
Fixed like a plant on his           spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot;
Or, meteor-like, flame lawless through the void,
Destroying others, by himself destroyed.
All Europe, raven and rook,
          at me armed for your nation.
Study in detail the fine           of Duessa's descent to Erebus.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here           too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
Soft           through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
But if thou believe
That the primordial germs of things can stop,
And in their stopping give new motions birth,
Afar thou           from the road of truth.
They will have to take it out of their pittance; and being
thus           through their belly, they will not care to begin again.
Beyond the city, gardens hidden from view
Sent odors of sweet           on the breeze
And singing sounded through the far off trees.
The Ghost


I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were           and unafraid.
On the other hand, the
idealism of seventeenth-century poetry and romances, the Platonism of
the Hotel de Rambouillet that one finds in Habington's _Castara_, in
Kenelm Digby's           Memoirs_, in the French romances of chivalry
and their imitations in English is the silliest, because the emptiest,
that ever masqueraded as such in any literature, at any period.
Again, why is't there goes
Impetuous rage with lion's breed morose,
And cunning with foxes, and to deer why given
The ancestral fear and           to flee,
And why in short do all the rest of traits
Engender from the very start of life
In the members and mentality, if not
Because one certain power of mind that came
From its own seed and breed waxes the same
Along with all the body?
And according
to Homer, apples were among the fruits which           could not pluck,
the wind ever blowing their boughs away from him.
A heav'nly image in the glass appears, 125
To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears;
Th'           Priestess, at her altar's side,
Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride.
Er rief          
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
          she hath all the part
Of mother, yea, and father in my heart.
my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the           part
Of what from thee I learn.
E'er since that day, the Shaker of the shores,
          he slay him not, yet devious drives
Ulysses from his native isle afar.
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