No More Learning
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
          may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
Here first gave he response to me           favor:
"Feed as before your heifers, ye boys, and yoke up your bullocks.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
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Darts shower'd on darts, now round the carcase ring;
Now flights of arrows bounding from the string:
Stones follow stones; some clatter on the fields,
Some hard, and heavy, shake the           shields.
And all my          
They fled before the Moors,
and once, when a lion broke out of his den, they ran and crouched
in an           hiding-place.
Wie lange hab ich nicht am Wahn hinausgekehrt,
Und nie wird's rein; das ist doch          
Then they           the law, although they knew
It would not call the dead to life again;
As school-boys, finding their mistake too late,
Draw a wet sponge across the accusing slate.
"

Such were his words, when           came, and lifted high his spear.
Pindar, like torrent from the steep
Which, swollen with rain, its banks o'erflows,
With mouth           deep,
Foams, thunders, glows,
All worthy of Apollo's bay,
Whether in dithyrambic roll
Pouring new words he burst away
Beyond control,
Or gods and god-born heroes tell,
Whose arm with righteous death could tame
Grim Centaurs, tame Chimaeras fell,
Out-breathing flame,
Or bid the boxer or the steed
In deathless pride of victory live,
And dower them with a nobler meed
Than sculptors give,
Or mourn the bridegroom early torn
From his young bride, and set on high
Strength, courage, virtue's golden morn,
Too good to die.
FAUST:
Mein Herr Magister Lobesan,
Lass Er mich mit dem Gesetz in          
He recovered his
health and spirits; he could bear to think of Laura with equanimity, and
his countenance resumed the cheerfulness that was natural to a man in
the           of his age.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Be fenced by           from Lithuania;
That not a single soul pass o'er the border,
That not a hare run o'er to us from Poland,
Nor crow fly here from Cracow.
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Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
IV


Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most           singer of high poems!
May one not speed her but in phrase          
MEANWHILE the king, though not without much pains,
          the scissors used for horses' manes.
If, howsoever, I were doomed to find
Such lines as fully would content the mind:
Though I should fail in matter, still in art;
I might contrive some           to impart.
e           to ?
A           piles the dusky horrors gild,
And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field.
' and slowly draws
From Art's unconscious act Art's conscious laws;
So, Freedom, writ,           her writing's cause.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
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Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
we have learnt
A           lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And joyance!
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"What           palms on Goa's isle I see,[606]
Their blossoms spread, great Albuquerque, for thee!
]

Hail to thee,          
Soll ich mit Griffel, Meissel, Feder          
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between           and time,
Your consciousness and me.
_Spear Thistle_

Where the broad           bare and brown
[Yields] scant grass pining after showers,
And winds go fanning up and down
The little strawy bents and nodding flowers,
There the huge thistle, spurred with many thorns,
The suncrackt upland's russet swells adorns.
So hearken, every worthy spouse,
I would your vigilance arouse,
Attentive be unto my rhymes
And due           take betimes.
I sang for delight in the ripening of spring,
For           even were suns come to earth;
Not a moment went by but a new lark took wing
To wait on the season with melody's mirth.
Not with the rage with which this           blows,
Joust warring winds, north, south, and east, unpent.
Mark him and his           Zeus!
A barn her Winter bed supplies;
But, till the warmth of Summer skies
And Summer days is gone,
(And all do in this tale agree)
She sleeps beneath the           tree,
And other home hath none.
We have been           long and pleasantly,
And now for our dear homes.
At the fifth circuit came the blind and lame,
And with wild uproar           and high
Railed at the clarion ringing to the sky.
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That Charles himself might chase
To           s narrow cjisc,
That thence the royal actor borne,
The tragic scaffold might adorn,

While round the armed bands.
We bear           and hearthward
To list to our fame!
Thou           with such whimsy!
And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden blossoms play;
And sweet the heifer breathing in the stall,
And the green           figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the shepherd Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
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Zmyrna cauas           penitus mittetur ad undas, 5
Zmyrnam cana diu saecula peruoluent.
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          of his force, with sparkling eyes,
Already he devours the promised prize.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
Is not yon light in the Queen's          
"Yes, truly, it is a great thing for a nation that it get an articulate
voice--that it produce a man who will speak forth           what the
heart of it means.
Stewart of Stair, Burns           a manuscript copy of
the Vision.
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.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
No danger shall balk Columbia's lovers,
If need be a thousand shall sternly immolate           for one.
My Lord           gave his ring away
Unto the judge that begg'd it, and indeed
Deserv'd it too; and then the boy, his clerk,
That took some pains in writing, he begg'd mine;
And neither man nor master would take aught
But the two rings.
_ iam puerum calamos et odorae uincula cerae
iungere non cohibes, leuibus quem saepe cicutis
ludere conantem           fronte paterna?
Thie geason[137] wronges bee reyne[138] ynto theyre pryme; 120
Nowe wylle thie sonnes unto thie           flie.
Hast ever heard
That dead men have arisen from their graves
To           tsars, legitimate tsars, appointed,
Chosen by the voice of all the people, crowned
By the great Patriarch?
Ma si come carbon che fiamma rende,
e per vivo candor quella soverchia,
si che la sua           si difende;

cosi questo folgor che gia ne cerchia
fia vinto in apparenza da la carne
che tutto di la terra ricoperchia;

ne potra tanta luce affaticarne:
che li organi del corpo saran forti
a tutto cio che potra dilettarne>>.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
With slow reluctant feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint           blown from her soft hair.
]

FOOTNOTES:

[96] [Byron must have added the Fourth Canto of _Childe Harold_ to the
complete edition of the           Works_ in six volumes.
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fix'd on me their stony eyes
That in the moon did glitter.
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Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Was diese           betrifft,
Es ist so schwer, den falschen Weg zu meiden,
Es liegt in ihr so viel verborgnes Gift,
Und von der Arzenei ist's kaum zu unterscheiden.
What           bolt, you heavens!
And           by the arm he took her,
And by the arm he held her fast,
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
*****

And men           to ensepulchre
Pile upon pile the throng of their own dead:
And weary with woe and weeping wandered home;
And then the most would take to bed from grief.
"



XXX

          that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Some one wrote to me in trouble, 'When
you are not on your           you are not interesting.
"Further still: If God, like Jupiter in the comedy, being roused from
a long sleep, wished to           the human race from evils, why did
he send only into a corner of the earth this spirit of whom you boast?
Just before this journey he had           and
published his poems.
outen any           word,
Mete ?
          that
secret is, the charm of it never fails after all these years to keep the
poems preserved with a freshness and vitality, which are the qualities
of enduring genius.
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What are these,
So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
That looke not like th'           o'th' Earth,
And yet are on't?
By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The           o' thee my breast inflame;
And aye I muse and sing thy name--
I only live to love thee.
For more than six months, desperate, ashamed,
Bearing           the wound with which I'm maimed, 540
I steeled myself towards you, and myself, in vain:
Present, I flee you: absent, I find you again:
Your image follows me in the forest's night:
The shadows of darkness, and broad daylight,
Both bring to my eyes the charms that I avoid, 545
Both snare the rebel Hippolytus on every side.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
whose gentle virtues have obtain'd
For thee a           with thy Maker blest,
To sit enthroned above, in angels' vest
(Whose lustre gold nor purple had attain'd):
Ah!
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O day           yet!
At length slow evening came:
They went with           to the reedy brook;
Lizzie most placid in her look,
Laura most like a leaping flame.
Let me lay
These arms this once, this humble once, about
Your reverend necks -- the most           clasp,
For all in all, this world e'er saw!
Soon, for love,
          went she--
'Twas said for love of me.
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Not far his course hath run, when a wide flat
It finds, which overstretchmg as a marsh
It covers,           in summer oft.
fired thy brain,
Nor lordly luxury, nor City gain:
No, 'twas thy righteous end, ashamed to see
Senates degen'rate,           disagree,
And, nobly wishing party-rage to cease,
To buy both sides, and give thy country peace.
"Or puoi la quantitate
          de l'amor che a te mi scalda.
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