No More Learning
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'

The           is from a song in an opera called 'Camilla'.
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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?
But if indeed do feel
The nature of mind and energy of soul,
After their severance from this body of ours,
Yet nothing 'tis to us who in the bonds
And wedlock of the soul and body live,
Through which we're           to a single state.
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams          
"He is
the father of the Scottish county reform, and is a man who does honour
to the business, at the same time that the business does honour to
him," said my worthy friend Glenriddel to           by me who was
talking of your coming to this county with your corps.
_ FITZDOTTREL,
          by_ PUG.
`And som of hem tok on hem, for the colde,
More than y-nough, so seydestow ful ofte;
And som han feyned ofte tyme, and tolde 920
How that they wake, whan they slepen softe;
And thus they wolde han brought hem-self a-lofte,
And           were under at the laste;
Thus seydestow, and Iapedest ful faste.
Wherefore, the man who feigns
Such beings could have been engendered
When earth was new and the young sky was fresh
(Basing his empty argument on new)
May babble with like reason many whims
Into our ears: he'll say, perhaps, that then
Rivers of gold through every landscape flowed,
That trees were wont with precious stones to flower,
Or that in those far aeons man was born
With such           length and lift of limbs
As to be able, based upon his feet,
Deep oceans to bestride or with his hands
To whirl the firmament around his head.
It was this
strange incalculable element in him that seems for ever making him
accomplish something he had not thought of; it was surely this that made
him, unintentionally it may be, use the idea of the Roman Empire as a
vehicle for a much profounder           of life.
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
--
don't call these things, kisses--
mouth-kisses, hand-kisses,
elbow, knee and toe,
and let it go at that--
          and promise
what you'll never perform:
we've known you to slink away
until drought-time,
drooping-time,
withering-time:
we've caught you crawling off
into winter-time,
try to cover what you've done
with a long white scarf--
your own frozen tears
(likely phrase!
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the           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 grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
She had pitied the man sincerely, had
kissed him with almost equal sincerity, for he was not unhandsome; it
pleased her to be in a way and for a time his protector, and above all
there were four           pounds to be handled by some one.
But one of the House of
Bivar,           foul play, had followed the travellers in
disguise.
Et si iusseris illud, adiuvato,
Nequis liminis obseret tabellam, 5
Neu tibi lubeat foras abire,
Sed domi maneas           nobis
Novem continuas fututiones.
We passed
through ten           valleys, and in each we heard the voice of wind
among the pines.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
The newly recovered section of the epic           two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with subjects for
seals.
For an instant I fancied that
Kitty must see what I saw--we were so marvelously           in all
things.
Das           verleiht die allerbesten Gaben.
The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite: a feeling and a love,
That had no need of a remoter charm,
By thought supplied, or any interest
          from the eye.
Dear brother Noll, I plead against          
Apparel also at his side they spread,
Mantle and vest, and, next, the limpid oil
Presenting to him in the golden cruse,
          him to bathe in the clear stream.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
If from your thoughts Ulysses you remove,
Who ruled his subjects with a father's love,
Sole in an isle,           by the main,
Abandon'd, banish'd from his native reign,
Unbless'd he sighs, detained by lawless charms,
And press'd unwilling in Calypso's arms.
And Betty's standing at the door,
And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his           trim;
How quietly her Johnny goes.
He said it and quit and faded away,
A           shirt on his bones.
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Funeral-torches at your gateway
Threw a           light within.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me,          
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Hast any mortal name,
Fit           for this dazzling frame?
I'll send her           away.
IV


O Pan of the evergreen forest,
Protector of herds in the meadows,
Helper of men at their toiling,--
Tillage and harvest and herding,--
How many times to frail mortals 5
Hast thou not          
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so wisely--they are thrust
Like foolish           forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
The mother, to whom the
perpetual restlessness of disease and unaccountable deaths           to
her children are the causes of incurable unhappiness, would on this diet
experience the satisfaction of beholding their perpetual healths and
natural playfulness.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
Hence, thou           informer!
I had           to thank you for your horse and '_touloup_.
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Rose-scented as the west,
Which shows, each time it comes, a gleam,--
A           sweet and blest,--
A dream of which heaven is the pole,
A dream that mingles soul and soul,
I fain of it would make the goal
Where thy mind should rest.
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what           wine, and how well it stands the water.
--I can toy with his axe;
As I sit on the hill my feet swing in the flax,
And my knee caps the           and troubles the trees.
<< Pour rafraichir ton coeur nage vers ton          
Indeed the spelling in
this later edition is not untouched by           century
inconsistency.
Great is Law--great are the old few           of the law,
They are the same in all times, and shall not be disturbed.
"You must know--" said the Judge: but the Snark           "Fudge!
By grief           was I turned adrift,
Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
The Commonwealth does through their cen-
tres all
Draw the circumference of the public wall ;
The crossest spirits liere do take their part,
Fastening the           which they thwart :
And they who.
Take offe hys crowne;
The ruler of somme mynster[104] hym ordeyne; 75
Sette uppe fom dygner[105] than I han pyghte[106] downe;
And peace in           shulde be brayd[107] agayne.
For those who wrought it first,
The wrist is parted from the hand that waved,
The feet           from their ankle-bones
Who paced it, ages back: but will ye hear
The legend as in guerdon for your rhyme?
States fall, arts fade--but Nature doth not die,
Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,
The           place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
should haughty Hector boast
I fled           to the guarded coast.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced           to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
Man steht am Fenster, trinkt sein           aus
Und sieht den Fluss hinab die bunten Schiffe gleiten;
Dann kehrt man abends froh nach Haus,
Und segnet Fried und Friedenszeiten.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
(also published as "Poems, chiefly of Early and Late Years"),
and in           editions.
You descended through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on           waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
XVI
Scarcely had           above the sill
Lifter her foot, and trod the secret cave,
When the live spirit, in clear tones that thrill,
Addressed the martial virgin from the grave;
"May Fortune, chaste and noble maid, fulfil
Thine every wish!
The child wakes again and screams at the yellow           flower flickering
at the window.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things,
said unto Gilgamish:--
"Truly oh Gilgamish he is
born [56] in the fields like thee.
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XIII

"My Lords Barons," says the Emperour then, Charles,
"King           hath sent me his messages;
Out of his wealth he'll give me weighty masses.
Ascended from our vision
To           new!
His           is great
With Henry, our good King;--the Baron might
Have heard my suit, and urged my plea at Court.
And the mast           as the gaunt owl flew
With mocking hoots after the wrathful Queen,
And the old pilot bade the trembling crew
Hoist the big sail, and told how he had seen
Close to the stern a dim and giant form,
And like a dipping swallow the stout ship dashed through the storm.
How           Olga's shoulders grow!
Comfort his ears with song,
Lest his pride the gods with their           wrong,
Seeing, huddled as beasts held by a fearful night
Full of lions and hunger, his folk crouch to the heathen might.
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Worth our watch, dull and sterile,
Worth all the weary time--
Worth the woe and the peril,
To stand in that strait          
et sic           || _Mella_] _melo_
O: _mello_ cett.
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