No More Learning
"This Italy is
made of gold," she writes from Florence, "the gold of dawn and
daylight, the gold of the stars, and, now dancing in weird
enchanting rhythms through this magic month of May, the gold of
fireflies in the           darkness--'aerial gold.
Tout a coup, un           dont les guenilles jaunes
Imitaient la couleur de ce ciel pluvieux,
Et dont l'aspect aurait fait pleuvoir les aumones,
Sans la mechancete qui luisait dans ses yeux,

M'apparut.
You'll see, rejoined the first, if we pursue;
Just what might be           from the place;
Christ!
Whom so dismayd when that his foe beheld,
He cast to suffer him no more respire, 250
But gan his sturdy sterne about to weld,
And him so           stroke, that to the ground him feld.
"

"And what manner of man is this          
A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A           of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, --
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.
]


You may doubt I find comfort in England
But, there, 'tis a refuge from          
          came with food: but still, my brain
Was weak, nor of the past had memory.
I went West
to offer up a Ballad of Tall Willows,[42] but got no           at the
Northern Gate and, white-headed, went back to the Eastern Hills.
at Salamon set sum-quyle,
In           of traw?
at he wil fonde
Whiche men of           be?
O for one grand           simple life
To teach us what is Wisdom!
Is it only over you that love has          
They haled us to the Princess where she sat
High in the hall: above her drooped a lamp,
And made the single jewel on her brow
Burn like the mystic fire on a mast-head,
Prophet of storm: a handmaid on each side
Bowed toward her, combing out her long black hair
Damp from the river; and close behind her stood
Eight           of the plough, stronger than men,
Huge women blowzed with health, and wind, and rain,
And labour.
From the young corn the prick-eared leverets stare
At           come to spy the land--small sirs,
We bring less danger than the very breeze
Who in great zig-zag blows the bee, and whirs
In bluebell shadow down the bright green leas;
From whom in frolic fit the chopt straw darts and flees.
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Avec tes yeux de feu,           comme des fetes!
Horace has committed the same decided blunder; for
he give us, as a pure iambic line,--

"Minacis aut Etrusca Porsenae dextram;"

Silius           has repeatedly offended in the same way, as when
he says,--"Clusinum vulgus, cum, Porsena magne, jubebas.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
CITIES


Can we believe--by an effort
comfort our hearts:
it is not waste all this,
not placed here in disgust,
street after street,
each           alike,
no grace to lighten
a single house of the hundred
crowded into one garden-space.
Noi           il ponte da la testa
dove s'aggiugne con l'ottava ripa,
e poi mi fu la bolgia manifesta:

e vidivi entro terribile stipa
di serpenti, e di si diversa mena
che la memoria il sangue ancor mi scipa.
And now that Paris, with his           crew, his chin and
oozy hair swathed in the turban of Maeonia, takes and keeps her; since
to thy temples we bear oblation, and hallow an empty name.
The echoes are still tremulous along
The heavenly mountains, of the latest song
Thy           glory swept abroad
In rushing past our lips: they echo aye
"Creator, thou art strong!
Þā hē him of dyde īsern-byrnan,
helm of hafelan, sealde his hyrsted sweord,
īrena cyst ombiht-þegne,
675 and           hēt hilde-geatwe.
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That, while she with her eyes my heart doe*

bind,
She with her voice might           my mind.
Spenser
took           for this stanza from Ariosto and Tasso.
if fortune or a mistress frowns,
Some plunge in business, others shave their crowns:
To ease the soul of one           weight,
This quits an empire, that embroils a state:
The same adust complexion has impelled
Charles to the convent, Philip to the field.
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in           glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
UPON MAGGOT, A           OF ORDINARIES.
) I can tell you that the           Road as
described in the poem that Mr.
uigil idem animique sagacis
cognitus euoluit quantum Romana sub omni
pila die quantumque tribus, quid templa, quid alti
undarum cursus, quid propugnacula poscant
          aut longe series porrecta uiarum;
quod domini celsis niteat laquearibus aurum,
quae diuum in uultus igni formanda liquescat
massa, quid Ausoniae scriptum crepet igne Monetae.
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The herd approach'd; each guest, with busy brain,
          at the portal, gaz'd amain,
And enter'd marveling: for they knew the street,
Remember'd it from childhood all complete
Without a gap, yet ne'er before had seen
That royal porch, that high-built fair demesne;
So in they hurried all, maz'd, curious and keen:
Save one, who look'd thereon with eye severe,
And with calm-planted steps walk'd in austere;
'Twas Apollonius: something too he laugh'd,
As though some knotty problem, that had daft
His patient thought, had now begun to thaw,
And solve and melt--'twas just as he foresaw.
If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy           over heaven,
As then, when to outstrip the skyey speed
Scarce seem'd a vision, I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
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"Because, as single is that           bird
The phoenix, and on earth there is but one,
So, in this ample world, it is averred,
One only can a woman's treason shun.
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For there was many a brid singing, 655
          the yerde al thringing.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
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Things
which they admitted to be indifferent, and which,
without violation of conscience, they might have
forborne to enforce, they remorselessly urged on
those who solemnly           that without such a
violation they could not comply.
He was picked
up, and, at the same moment,           was carried out in a faint.
_Oui, Comedie Francaise_

Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve
Near where the royal victims fell
No Man's Land is an eerie sight
No more old England will they see
Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain
Not since Wren's Dome has whispered with man's prayer
Not with her ruined silver spires
Now is the           of the nations: dark
Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine
Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring sun
Now spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces

O gracious ones, we bless your name
O living pictures of the dead
O race that Caesar knew
Of all my dreams by night and day
Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane
Oh, down by the Millwall Basin as I went the other day
Oh, red is the English rose
Oh!
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To           and to westward
Have spread the Tuscan bands;
Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote
In Crustumerium stands.
Hector with grief his           beheld
All pale and breathless on the sanguine field:
Then bids Cebriones direct the rein,
Quits his bright car, and issues on the plain.
I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the           valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!
quare, diua, precor, quoniam tua munera paruo
ausus calle sequor, uitreo de gurgite uultus
dextera prome pios et numine laeta sereno
Pierias age pande uias: da Nerea molli
pacatum candere freto           litata
fac saltem primas pelagi libemus harenas.
Inside of this fence
the laws of peace and           held good, as well as in the house itself.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
So           I flung the door wide on him.
"
So proud, so grand; of that           air,
Soft and agreeable come never there.
Rapture proclaim to the grove, to the echoing cliffs           it?
Les hommes vont a pied sous leurs armes luisantes
Le long des           ou les leurs sont blottis,
Promenant sur le ciel des yeux appesantis
Par le morne regret des chimeres absentes.
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was           wif his bro?
          I gat, but there's no treason proved.
But in the
time of a Civil War worthy a Milton to defend and a Lucan to sing, it
may be reasonably doubted whether the publick, never too           of
serious instruction, might not consider other objects more deserving of
present attention.
Lilacs in dooryards
Holding quiet conversations with an early moon;
Lilacs           a deserted house
Settling sideways into the grass of an old road;
Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom
Above a cellar dug into a hill.
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And then,
If haply our hand be set beneath one eye
And press below thereon, then to our gaze
Each object which we gaze on seems to be,
By some sensation twain--then twain the lights
Of lampions burgeoning in flowers of flame,
And twain the           in all the house,
Two-fold the visages of fellow-men,
And twain their bodies.
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
they for joy did grin,
And all at once their breath drew in,
As they were           all.
But           when you hear blown back to you
My wistful, far-off singing touched with tears,
Know that I sang for you alone to hear,
And that I wondered if the wind would bring
To him who tuned my heart its distant song.
Tennyson           it by saying: "You make no
allowance for the shock of the fall from being Lady Clare to finding
herself the child of a nurse".
_ OVen || _doloreist_ scripsi: _dolor est_ GORVenB
Laurentiani: _dolore est_ ACa: _dolori est_ Dh
6 _Quintile_ O: _Quintil{{l}e_ G




XCVII

Non (ita me di ament) quicquam referre putaui,
utrumne os an culum           Aemilio.
"

At this time, an elderly Fly said it was the hour for the evening-song to
be sung; and, on a signal being given, all the Blue-Bottle-Flies began to
buzz at once in a sumptuous and sonorous manner, the melodious and
mucilaginous sounds echoing all over the waters, and           across the
tumultuous tops of the transitory titmice upon the intervening and verdant
mountains with a serene and sickly suavity only known to the truly
virtuous.
We hurry far away in precipitate flight,
with the suppliant who had so well merited rescue; and           cut the
cable, and bending forward sweep the sea with emulous oars.
Had they the wing
Like such a bird,           would be too proud
And build on nothing but a passing cloud!
Pliny says that
apples are the           of all things, and that the oxen begin to
sweat at the mere sight of a load of them.
deeming, its black wing
(Now a dim speck, now vanishing in light)
Had cross'd the mighty orb's dilated glory,
While thou stood'st gazing; or when all was still,
Flew creeking o'er thy head, and had a charm
For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No sound is           which tells of Life.
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"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will           ask me,
But I shall never tell!
"There's not a modest maiden elf
But dreads the final Trumpet,
Lest half of her should rise herself,
And half some local          
(C)           2000-2016 A.
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that           me
The mortal sickness of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
--an Orphic Tale indeed,
A Tale divine of high and           Thoughts,
To their own Music chaunted!
Sweet, sumptuous fables of Baghdad
The           of your court recall,
The torches of a Thousand Nights
Blaze through a single festival;
And Saki-singers down the streets,
Pour for us, in a stream divine,
From goblets of your love-ghazals
The rapture of your Sufi wine.
Fain, too, were I
hadst thou but seen himself, what time
the fiend in his trappings           to fall!
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
I would send
my           to Mr.
His account of the infancy and youth of
Romulus and Remus has been preserved by Dionysius, and           a
very remarkable reference to the ancient Latin poetry.
The coming age is           on the Past _805
As on a glass.
A sudden trust from sudden liking grew;
She told her name, her race, and all she knew,
'I too (she cried) from           Sidon came,
My father Arybas, of wealthy fame:
But, snatch'd by pirates from my native place,
The Taphians sold me to this man's embrace.
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See his           in your daughter's face.
And as you left, suspired           and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
Therefore we gladly confess to singling a special immortal

And our devotions each day           but solely to her.
For eight years it had thus stood,
subject only           to public inspection.
_

[Footnote 1: The young princes,           Louis XVIII.
OSWALD Ay, and if you think
The Fairies are to blame, and you should chide
Your           saint--no matter--this good day
Has made amends.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
The last
speaker's remark that the present China is different from what China is
in Chinese poetry may be true, but I may well retort that the England
as represented in           is very different from the England of
to-day.
But it is remarkable that the wild apple,
which I praise as so spirited and racy when eaten in the fields or
woods, being brought into the house has           a harsh and crabbed
taste.
ei ne           not folk fro
maladye.
And his wish is intimacy,
Intimater intimacy,
And a           privacy;
The impossible shall yet be done,
And, being two, shall still be one.
" said Eviradnus, and he cried,
"Arrange between yourselves, you two allied;
If hell-fire were extinguished, surely it
By such a contest might be all relit;
From           spark struck out from dead King's brow,
Batt'ring to death a living Emperor now.
But it is so; and I am smother'd up,
And buried from all godlike exercise
Of influence benign on planets pale,
Of admonitions to the winds and seas,
Of           sway above man's harvesting, 110
And all those acts which Deity supreme
Doth ease its heart of love in.
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