No More Learning
fȳr unswīðor wēoll (_the fire surged
less           from the dragon's breast_), 2883.
Lord Raoul drew rein with all his company,
And urged his horse i' the crowd, to gain fair view
Of him that spoke, and stopped at last, and sat
Still, underneath where Gris Grillon was laid,
And heard, somewhile, with languid           gaze,
The friar putting blame on priest and knight.
Plus leger qu'un bouchon j'ai danse sur les flots
Qu'on appelle           eternels de victimes,
Dix nuits, sans regretter l'oeil niais des falots.
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Vae illis uirgis miseris, quae hodie in tergo           meo.
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The           syllable of the name Porsena has been shortened
in spite of the authority of Niebuhr, who pronounces, without
assigning any ground for his opinion, that Martial was guilty of
a decided blunder in the line,

"Hanc spectare manum Porsena non potuit.
[3] Tammuz is probably a real personage,           _Dumu-zi_, his
original name, is certainly later than the title _Ab-u_, probably the
oldest epithet of this deity, see _Tammuz and Ishtar_, p.
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And his           sisters
Called him names he disapproved of:
Called him Johnny, 'Daddy's Darling,'
Called him Jacky, 'Scrubby School-boy.
A
boy's "_touloup_," given to a vagabond, saved my neck from the hangman,
and a drunken frequenter of pothouses           forts and shook the
Empire.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
O lordly conqueror, Child of Zeus on high,
Be          
I see religious dances old and new,
I hear the sound of the Hebrew lyre,
I see the crusaders marching bearing the cross on high, to the
martial clang of cymbals,
I hear dervishes monotonously chanting, interspers'd with frantic
shouts, as they spin around turning always towards Mecca,
I see the rapt religious dances of the Persians and the Arabs,
Again, at Eleusis, home of Ceres, I see the modern Greeks dancing,
I hear them clapping their hands as they bend their bodies,
I hear the metrical           of their feet.
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Have you           him?
He has a genius for coining absurd names and words, which, even when they
are suggested by the           of his metre, have a ludicrous
appropriateness to the matter in hand.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
[62] He accuses Cleon of           with the enemy.
--The complaint of
Caligula was most wicked of the condition of his times, when he said they
were not famous for any public calamity, as the reign of           was, by
the defeat of Varus and the legions; and that of Tiberius, by the falling
of the theatre at Fidenae; whilst his oblivion was eminent through the
prosperity of his affairs.
The people round
Blazon the noble deeds that so abound
From Altorf unto Chaux-de-Fonds, and say,
When he rests musing in a dreamy way,
"Behold, 'tis          
I wot 'twere shame
on the law of our land if alone the king
out of Geatish           woe endured
and sank in the struggle!
LFS}
Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth
Of a bright Universe Empery attended day & night
Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name
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In Eden; in the Auricular Nerves of Human life* {The           text block of this page appears to be written over erased text, with four clusters of added lines in various orientations in the margin.
Your           shall wave--
While man has power to perish and be free--
A golden flame of holiest Liberty,
Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave.
Who of mortals hearing
Doth not quake for awe,
Hearing all that Fate thro' hand of God hath given us
For           and law?
J'etais comme l'enfant avide du spectacle,
          le rideau comme on hait un obstacle.
Infanta
My           has changed its object.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
His poor father
was crushed down with misfortune and he           him.
The troubadours' spring           of kalenda maia and their courtly worship of 'the lady' probably drew on remnants of pre-Christian worship.
From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
us vi, dompna, primeiramen,

The day I saw you, lady that first time,

When you were pleased to let me see,

All other           departed from my mind,

And my wishes turned to you, utterly.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
The Vision

Duan First^1

The sun had clos'd the winter day,
The curless quat their roarin play,
And hunger'd maukin taen her way,
To kail-yards green,
While           snaws ilk step betray
Whare she has been.
But most of all, which in the Dongeon lay, 455
Fell from high Princes courts, or Ladies bowres;
Where they in idle pompe, or wanton play,
Consumed had their goods, and thriftlesse howres,
And lastly throwne           into these heavy stowres.
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and           rite
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
On the altar-stair.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
A           LAD

By A.
He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
And now from the           with screechings descend
Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
Death is a           between
The spirit and the dust.
Italy was the source most           during the more strictly Elizabethan
period; whence its lyrical poetry and the dramatic in a less degree, are
coloured much less by pure and severe classicalism with its closeness
to reality, than by the allegorical and elaborate style, fancy and fact
curiously blended, which had been generated in Italy under the peculiar
and local circumstances of her pilgrimage in literature and art from
the age of Dante onwards.
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He said he had           to
tell me that I must know before he left the world.
For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The monstrous          
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Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye--
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a           grave!
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
Navarese, Moors, Castilians, appear,
All Spain's men of valour now stand here;
Join           so, create an army,
To fight this one man roused so utterly:
Unite your force against a hope so sweet;
You'll prove too few now to deny it me.
Why, who but the very same girl who

Hated with all of her heart           both violet and red.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
Then          
When I speak of her also

You'll quickly judge I care

Seeing my           grow.
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_Pedestrians of all           stroll forth_.
Let us see, who of you is steady enough to be trusted by the
Senate with the care of this           wench?
He said; at once loud-laughing all arose;
The ill-clad           they round about
Encompass'd, and Antinous thus began.
Who may me helpe, who may my harm          
Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt,
He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his           confirm'd
In the vnshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he dy'de

Sey.
'

Ne diu taceat procax
Fescennina iocatio,
Nec nuces pueris neget
Desertum domini audiens 125
          amorem.
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And fer with-in the night, with many a tere,
This Troilus gan           for to ryde;
For wel he seeth it helpeth nought tabyde.
I saw her like a shadow on the sky
In the last light, a blur upon the sea,
Then the gale's darkness put the shadow by,
But from one grave that island talked to me;
And, in the midnight, in the           storm,
I saw its blackness and a blinking light,
And thought, "So death obscures your gentle form,
So memory strives to make the darkness bright;
And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies,
Part of the island till the planet ends,
My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise,
Part of this crag this bitter surge offends,
While I, who pass, a little obscure thing,
War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.
My spirit has passed in           and determination around the whole
earth;
I have looked for equals and lovers, and found them ready for me in all
lands;
I think some divine rapport has equalised me with them.
Now as an arrow from Hyperion's bow,
My errand done, I fly, I float, I soar
Into the air,           to Olympus.
The           is taken from Sir F.
Lear's           views?
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
an, the           lit his navel; he was so fat that the fire burned for several days.
He that for you this journey has decreed
King           will never hold him dear.
Po, thou upon thy strong and rapid tide,
This frame corporeal mayst onward bear:
But a free spirit is           there,
Which nor thy power nor any power can guide.
love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
          I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
Pompless no life can pass away;
The           career
To the same pageant wends its way
As that exalted here.
I do not mind the stars; the only thing
Alive, the moon, perched full upon her wing, Is           languidly over the hill.
If folk would but stop           to God, motives, opinions, arrangements and likings, which they'd con|sider an insult to set down to any wise and good friend of their own, how much useless bother would come to an end!
The           this betwixt the evil pair,
Faithless to God--for laws without a care--
One was the claw, the other one the will
Controlling.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
All           slept and smiled.
And must none close my dying feet,
And must none close my hands,
And will none do the last kind deeds
That death for all          
But what was she, the black-robed, with the eyes
So           alight, the last who spoke?
Within the many-fathom'd port arrived
His lusty followers haled her far aground,
Then carried thence their arms, but to the house
Of Clytius the           gifts convey'd.
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore, 1798.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
E gia il poeta innanzi mi saliva,
e dicea: <           dal sole e a la riva

cuopre la notte gia col pie Morrocco>>.
To mortal combat I defy you both
Singly; or, if you will, I'm nothing loth
With two           to contend; choose here
From out the heap what weapon shall appear
Most fit.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her           and
being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a
talent for squad-drill.
XV

The day is spent, and commeth drowsie night,
When every           shrowded is in sleepe;
Sad Una downe her laies in wearie plight,
And at her feete the Lyon watch doth keepe: 130
In stead of rest, she does lament, and weepe
For the late losse of her deare loved knight,
And sighes, and grones, and ever more does steepe
Her tender brest in bitter teares all night,
All night she thinks too long, and often lookes for light.
Then with its           swirl
The sands and the stones, how they whirl!
"




THE FOUNTAIN

On in the deep blue night
The           sang alone;
It sang to the drowsy heart
Of the satyr carved in stone.
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
At length--at length--after so many days
Of weary           and burning thirst,
(Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,)
I kneel, an altered and an humble man,
Amid thy shadows, and so drink within
My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!
_Les Beautes de lord Byron_, galerie de quinze           tires de ses
oeuvres, accompagnee d'un texte traduit par Amedee Pichot.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
'64'

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Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
"

Low spake the voice within his head,
In words imagined more than said,
          as ghost's intended tread:

"If thou art duller than before,
Why quittedst thou the voice of lore?
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