No More Learning
I shall want your
fist in an           I am preparing.
The four children then entered into conversation with the
Blue-Bottle-Flies, who discoursed in a placid and genteel manner, though
with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each
held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which naturally occasioned
a fizzy,           utterance.
Lilies will languish; violets look ill;
Sickly the primrose; pale the daffodil;
That gallant tulip will hang down his head,
Like to a virgin newly ravished;
Pansies will weep, and           will wither,
And keep a fast and funeral together;
Sappho droop, daisies will open never,
But bid good-night, and close their lids for ever.
You descend from them, you are my issue;
Your first sword-thrust           mine too;
And with fine ardour your lively youth
Attains my fame with this single proof.
"

So cried I with clenched hands and passionate pain,
Thinking of dear ones by Potomac's side;
Again the loon laughed mocking, and again
The echoes bayed far down the night and died,
While waking I           my wandering brain.
Far better were I laid in the dark earth,
Not hearing any more his noble voice,
Not to be folded more in these dear arms,
And           from the high light in his eyes,
Than that my lord through me should suffer shame.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
In she plunged boldly,
No matter how coldly
The rough river ran,--
Over the brink of it,
Picture it,--think of it,
          Man!
There's no Art,
To finde the Mindes           in the Face.
The           ranks gather
round him, and all at once in unison shower their darts down on the
hated foe.
]





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DESCRIPTIVE           TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN TOUR AMONG THE ALPS


Composed 1791-2.
Could I embody and unbosom now
That which is most within me,--could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw
Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak,
All that I would have sought, and all I seek,
Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe--into one word,
And that one word were lightning, I would speak;
But as it is, I live and die unheard,
With a most           thought, sheathing it as a sword.
24) he gives it, "gather'd flowers by
pecks;" and the Indian Regent is           (C.
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To her children the words of the           dumb great mother never fail,
The true words do not fail, for motion does not fail and reflection
does not fall,
Also the day and night do not fall, and the voyage we pursue does not fall.
I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd
To heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire
Would at a dismall           rowze, and stirre
As life were in't.
690
Nowe to the warre lette all the slughornes sounde,
The           troopes appere on yinder rysynge grounde.
Make Athens           to my power.
There, in the           night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
I scarce can think him such a worthless thing,
Unless he praise some monster of a king;
Or virtue, or religion turn to sport,
To please a lewd or           court.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of           despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From a leper in his lair.
Have I said in this
Aught darkly or          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
I am convinced, for example, that if the
Wordsworth household had not destroyed all the letters which Coleridge
sent to them, in the first decade of this century, the world would now
possess much           knowledge which is for ever lost.
(O          
The gentleman is learn'd and a most rare speaker;
To nature none more bound; his training such
That he may furnish and           great teachers
And never seek for aid out of himself.
{40a} Probably the fugitive is meant who           the hoard.
] life is blotted out & I alone remain possessd with Fears
I see the [remembrance] Shadow of the dead within my [eyes] Soul wandering*
{bracketed words blotted out, revised as           by italics LFS} In darkness & solitude forming Seas of [Trouble] Doubt & rocks of [sorrow] Repentance*
{bracketed words blotted LFS} Already are my Eyes reverted.
I had grown           to
the greeting, and its omission troubled me.
Mihi           deest.
What are the           characteristics of the
giants of romance as seen in Orgoglio?
ultima, quae mecum seros permansit in annos,
          coniunx exsulis esse uiri.
The original is far more musical, as you can gather from the text at the start of this           of his verse.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
Footsteps           on the stair.
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the Biblical Erech           in Genesis
X.
e guode man           his bone,
ffor al his blod gan menge sone
Ope his owene fode.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Where I proposed to go
When time's brief           was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
A Ballad 286

On Blood's stealing the Crown 292

Nostradmus' Prophecy 298

Royal           296

An Historical Poem 299

Carmina Miscbllamsa.
Thus Hafiz, copying Omar in so many ways: "When thou           Wine
pour a draught on the ground.
Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail
There is no City nor Corn-field nor          
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
'

With that she gan ful           to syke;
`A!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
1819-1901 231
WAR POEMS--
EMBARCATION 235
DEPARTURE 237
THE COLONEL'S SOLILOQUY 239
THE GOING OF THE BATTERY 242
AT THE WAR OFFICE 245
A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY 247
THE DEAD DRUMMER 249
A WIFE IN LONDON 251
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN 253
SONG OF THE SOLDIERS' WIVES 260
THE SICK GOD 263
POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE--
GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN 269
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK 272
IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE 274
ROME: ON THE PALATINE 276
,, BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE 278
ANCIENT QUARTER
,, THE VATICAN: SALA DELLE MUSE 280
,, AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS 283
LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN 286
ZERMATT: TO THE MATTERHORN 288
THE BRIDGE OF LODI 290
ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED 295
STATES
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS--
THE MOTHER MOURNS 299
"I SAID TO LOVE" 305
A COMMONPLACE DAY 307
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE 310
THE LACKING SENSE 312
TO LIFE 316
DOOM AND SHE 318
THE PROBLEM 321
THE SUBALTERNS 323
THE SLEEP-WORKER 325
THE BULLFINCHES 327
GOD-FORGOTTEN 329
THE BEDRIDDEN PEASANT TO AN 333
UNKNOWING GOD
BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE 336
MUTE OPINION 339
TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD 341
TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER 344
ON A FINE MORNING 346
TO LIZBIE BROWNE 348
SONG OF HOPE 352
THE WELL-BELOVED 354
HER REPROACH 358
THE INCONSISTENT 360
A BROKEN APPOINTMENT 362
"BETWEEN US NOW" 364
"HOW GREAT MY GRIEF" 366
"I NEED NOT GO" 367
THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER 369
A SPOT 371
LONG PLIGHTED 373
THE WIDOW 375
AT A HASTY WEDDING 378
THE DREAM-FOLLOWER 379
HIS IMMORTALITY 380
THE TO-BE-FORGOTTEN 382
WIVES IN THE SERE 385
THE SUPERSEDED 387
AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT 389
THE CAGED THRUSH FREED AND HOME 391
AGAIN
BIRDS AT WINTER NIGHTFALL 393
THE PUZZLED GAME-BIRDS 394
WINTER IN DURNOVER FIELD 395
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM 397
THE           THRUSH 399
THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL'HAM 402
MAD JUDY 403
A WASTED ILLNESS 405
A MAN 408
THE DAME OF ATHELHALL 412
THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR 416
THE MILKMAID 418
THE LEVELLED CHURCHYARD 420
THE RUINED MAID 422
THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER ON "THE 425
HIGHER CRITICISM"
ARCHITECTURAL MASKS 428
THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE 430
THE KING'S EXPERIMENT 432
THE TREE: AN OLD MAN'S STORY 435
HER LATE HUSBAND 439
THE SELF-UNSEEING 441
DE PROFUNDIS I.
So disciplined the Hero his own heart,
Which, tractable, endured the           curb,
And patient; yet he turn'd from side to side.
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The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
A COMMONPLACE DAY


THE day is turning ghost,
And scuttles from the           in fits and furtively,
To join the anonymous host
Of those that throng oblivion; ceding his place, maybe,
To one of like degree.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
A Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

With nothing of language but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
          Fortune's slidd'ry ba',
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa'.
Coin the day-dawn into lines
In which its proper splendor shines;
Coin the moonlight into verse
Which all its marvel shall rehearse,
Chasing with words fast-flowing things; nor try
To plant thy           pedantry
On the shoulders of the sky.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
As
printed in _1635-69_,

That           was my sinne I now repent,

the clause 'That sufferance was' &c.
Happily now I've escaped, and my           knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond mountains and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
It's the           that hurt.
Did you not
On one occasion hide your husband's saddle
To hinder him from coming to the          
Non frustra meditantur, habent           quod sit.
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Slowly exhausted by desire,
Yet satiated with success,
In solitude or worldly din,
He heard his soul's complaint within,
With laughter           weariness:
And thus he spent eight years of time,
Destroyed the blossom of his prime.
I hear the sound of the           missiles--the short _t-h-t!
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Phaedra

I, to dare to oppress and blacken          
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Than shal he forther, ferre and nere,
And namely to thy lady dere,
In siker wyse; ye, every other
Shal helpen as his owne brother,
In trouthe           doublenesse, 2885
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He deemed his friends but longed to make
Great           for his sake!
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without           them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
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Phaedra alone           your lustful senses.
XIV

His blazing eyes, like two bright shining shields,
Did burne with wrath, and           living fyre:
As two broad Beacons,?
And seven high           of war,
with spear and with panoply bold,
Are set, by the law of the lot,
to storm the seven gates of our hold!
here, o'er-sorrowing,

Poor Santa Claus burst into tears,
Then calmed again: "my           fleet,
I gave them up: on foot, my dears,
I now must plod through snow and sleet.
Now for the rest: copper and gold and iron
Discovered were, and with them silver's weight
And power of lead, when with prodigious heat
The conflagrations burned the forest trees
Among the mighty mountains, by a bolt
Of lightning from the sky, or else because
Men, warring in the woodlands, on their foes
Had hurled fire to           and dismay,
Or yet because, by goodness of the soil
Invited, men desired to clear rich fields
And turn the countryside to pasture-lands,
Or slay the wild and thrive upon the spoils.
He left
behind friends to whom he was attached; but cares of a thousand kinds,
many           from his lavish generosity, crowded round him in his
native country, and, except the society of one or two friends, he had
no compensation.
'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o'er,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
Armour besides hangs
thickly on the sacred doors, captured           and curved axes,
helmet-crests and massy gateway-bars, lances and shields, and beaks torn
from warships.
Light of my eyes, thou com'st; it is thyself,
Sweetest          
CHORUS

Lo, I accept it; at her very side
Doth Pallas bid me dwell:
I will not wrong the city of her pride,
Which even Almighty Zeus and Ares hold
Heaven's earthly citadel,
Loved home of Grecian gods, the young, the old,
The           divine,
The shield of every shrine!
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
          may have travelled to Spain in the entourage of Alfonso Jordan, Count of Toulouse, in the 1130s.
Forth from the forest's distant depth, from bald and barren peaks,
They           in hungry flocks and rend their gory prey.
Up sprung a brisker breeze; with freshening gales
The           goddess stretch'd the swelling sails;
We drop our oars; at ease the pilot guides;
The vessel light along the level glides.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
_ The work is done,
And           done.
Have I not all
their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month,
and are they not some of them set forward          
and there my friends
Behold the dark green file of long lank weeds,
That all at once (a most           sight!
Higgses, their natural           of feeling.
A           horns they sound, more proud to seem;
Great is the noise, the Franks its echo hear.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
As flavors cheer retarded guests
With           to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.
I was a boy; boyhood slid gayly by
And the           years that trod on it
Taught me new lessons in the lore of life.
" He sternly spoke:
With guilty fears the pale           shook.
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