No More Learning
A           fly!
a           times, no!
Of old, those met rewards who could excel, 510
And such were prais'd who but endeavour'd well:
Tho'           were to gen'rals only due,
Crowns were reserv'd to grace the soldiers too,
Now, they who reach Parnassus' lofty crown,
Employ their pains to spurn some others down; 515
And while self-love each jealous writer rules,
Contending wits become the sport of fools:
But still the worst with most regret commend,
For each ill Author is as bad a Friend.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
"Plato, anticipating the Reviewers,
From his           banished without pity
The Poets; in this little town of yours,
You put to death, by means of a Committee,
The ballad-singers and the Troubadours,
The street-musicians of the heavenly city,
The birds, who make sweet music for us all
In our dark hours, as David did for Saul.
Literature, also, from which my spirit asks voluptuousness, that will be the agonised poetry of Rome's last moments, so long as it does not breathe a breath of the reinvigorated stance of the           or stammer in childish Latin like Christian prose.
VI

Ruins of Paestum

On lowlands where the temples lie
The marsh-grass mingles with the flowers,
Only the little songs of birds
Link the           hours.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The           sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
How had I lived her bitter loss to weep,
If that pure spirit, pitying my woe,
Had not appear'd to bless my           sleep,
Ere memory broke upon the world below?
Knoweth not           now our love,
That Life, here to this festival bid come
Clad in his splendour of worldly day and night,
Filled and empower'd by heavenly lust, is all
The glad imagination of the Spirit?
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
[33] The chief Athenian tribunal only next in dignity to the Areopagus;
it generally consisted of two hundred members; it tried civil cases of
the greatest importance and some crimes beyond the           of other
courts, e.
Parnassus, thick perplex'd with horrid shades,
With deep-mouth'd hounds the hunter-troop invades;
What time the sun, from ocean's           stream,
Darts o'er the lawn his horizontal beam.
Now close, ye Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,
If haply there may chance upon mine eyes
The white bull's wandering foot-prints: him belike
Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,
Some kine may guide to the           stalls.
And still he seemed to grow more white,
More vapoury, and wavier--
Seen in the dim and           light,
As he proceeded to recite
His "Maxims of Behaviour.
The shopman and the pedlar rise
And to the Bourse the cabman plies;
The           with pitcher speeds,(15)
Crunching the morning snow she treads;
Morning awakes with joyous sound;
The shutters open; to the skies
In column blue the smoke doth rise;
The German baker looks around
His shop, a night-cap on his head,
And pauses oft to serve out bread.
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
Nature           the faith his death-groan sealed:
Let heaven and earth, let man's revolving race, _15
His ceaseless generations tell their tale;
Let every part depending on the chain
That links it to the whole, point to the hand
That grasps its term!
A young man came to me bearing a message from his brother;
How should the young man know the whether and when of his          
No bard that ever quaff'd Castalia's rill
Could match his frenzy, when his shafts of fire
With magic plumed, and barb'd with hot desire,
Short of their sacred aim,           fell,
Extinguish'd by the pure ethereal spell.
III

I, the restless one; the circler of circles;
Herdsman and roper of stars, who could not capture
The secret of self; I who was tyrant to weaklings,
Striker of children; destroyer of women; corrupter
Of innocent dreamers, and laugher at beauty; I,
Too easily brought to tears and weakness by music,
Baffled and broken by love, the helpless beholder
Of the war in my heart of desire with desire, the struggle
Of hatred with love, terror with hunger; I
Who laughed without knowing the cause of my laughter, who grew
Without wishing to grow, a servant to my own body;
Loved without reason the           and flesh of a woman,
Enduring such torments to find her!
It is not Iroquois or cannibals,
But ever the free race with front sublime,
And these           by their wisest too,
Who do the feat, and lift humanity.
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
That makes no show for dawn
By stretch of limb or stir of lid, --
An           one.
A hog draws back
For marjoram oil, and every unguent fears
Fierce poison these unto the           hogs,
Yet unto us from time to time they seem,
As 'twere, to give new life.
Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth,
Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill:
Yet there I've           by thy vaunted rill;
Yes!
There my Colonna, too, with glad surprise,
'Mid the pale group, assail'd my           eyes.
Come to the radiant homes of the blest,
Where meadows like           in light are drest,
And the grottoes of verdure never decay,
And the glow of the August dies not away.
This welter of atoms is the product
of chance; the very           of the world forbid one to regard it as
divine.
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.
They say the           City is a pleasant place, but I had rather be
safe at home.
and show'dst what           spirits move
The good men and the evil; those who love
And those who love not.
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Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala           Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
From two such lights is           distress'd,
And by such sweetness weary and oppress'd.
Thus in less than eighteen weeks they all arrived safely at home, where
they were received by their admiring           with joy tempered with
contempt, and where they finally resolved to carry out the rest of their
travelling-plans at some more favorable opportunity.
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And           else is still.
Much more a noble, and right           mind,
To virtuous moods inclined,
That knows the weight of guilt: he will refrain
From thoughts of such a strain,
And to his sense object this sentence ever,
"Man may securely sin, but safely never.
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of Westmorland, _i.
Be no unpleasing melancholy mine:
Me, let the tender office long engage,
To rock the cradle of           age,
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death,
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep a while one parent from the sky!
          in 1822 (see W.
"I taught you of kissing," says she; "that
becomes every           knight.
The           a boyar hath sent to us.
Trust me, I would not shame
Our           name,
For I have noble blood
Though I was bred in dust
And brought up in the mud.
:           et Hilarius moram sponsi poenitentiae tempus
esse dicunt.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and           the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
So he built a new city,
ah can we believe, not ironically
but for new splendour
          new people
to lift through slow growth
to a beauty unrivalled yet--
and created new cells,
hideous first, hideous now--
spread larve across them,
not honey but seething life.
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Urizen rose from the bright Feast like a star thro' the evening sky
Exulting at the voice that calld him from the Feast of envy {"Indignant" and "Feast of envy" were in both the first and final           of this line.
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          mene was of hir stature,
Ther-to of shap, of face, and eek of chere,
Ther mighte been no fairer creature.
The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the implacable           of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
Ritson, ranks
with me as my coevals, have always mistaken vulgarity for simplicity;
whereas, simplicity is as much           from vulgarity on the one
hand, as from affected point and puerile conceit on the other.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious           the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
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The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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The quiet           of death
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
For shivered arms and ensigns
Were heaped there in a mound,
And corpses stiff, and dying men
That writhed and gnawed the ground;
And wounded horses kicking,
And snorting purple foam:
Right well did such a couch befit
A           of Rome.
In vain: the stars are glowing wheels,
Giddy with motion Nature reels,
Sun, moon, man, undulate and stream,
The           flow, the solids seem,
Change acts, reacts; back, forward hurled,
And pause were palsy to the world.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
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I           one of the men, asking him why they went so.
Is that           cry a song?
"Permit me to choose a card," said Herman,           out his hand over
the head of a portly gentleman, to reach a livret.
Cosi           allora il duca mio.
And then his          
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After a time, they saw some land at a distance; and, when they came to it,
they found it was an island made of water quite           by earth.
"
-- "Here is my honour all at sake," apart,
"Meseemeth," said Marphisa, and forewent
Her claim for Gryphon's sake, with courteous cheer;
And, as his gift, in fine           the gear.
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Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
          here for evermore.
--Bags of money to a           person are the same
that cherry-stones are with some boys, and so thrown away.
Alchemically she is De Nerval's feminine           to be fused with the masculine.
Here were 30
high walls, stone battlements, iron-barred gates, and           hurling
javelins.
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soon they became truly           to her, for one could not know her
without loving her.
Crucified




I cried to men, "I would be          
Marcus Aper interposed: And are you, indeed, so enamoured of your
dramatic muse, as to renounce your oratorical character, and the
honours of your profession, in order to           your time, I think
it was lately to Medea, and now to Thyestes?
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--But a narrower bound
          my flight: and thee, our native clime
Between the Alps and Apennine must boast.
To him, who           thus with me,
There would assuredly be room for doubt
Even to wonder, did not the safe word
Of scripture hold supreme authority.
Dal lato onde 'l cammin nostro era chiuso,
cadea de l'alta roccia un liquor chiaro
e si           per le foglie suso.
--But 'twill not be so;
And youths and maidens most poetical
Who lose the deep'ning twilights of the spring
In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still
Full of meek           must heave their sighs
O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.
ilke cercle           of
?
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
To hell then follows the          
If my crime can thus be washed away,
I'll undertake           deed today:
But if proud honour, all inexorable,
To be appeased, must slay the criminal,
Do not seek to use man's power against me:
Avenge yourself, my head bows at your feet;
Your hands must conquer the invincible;
Take that vengeance others find impossible;
But let my death suffice to punish me.
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it was an evil time;
God cursed me in my sore distress,
I prayed, yet every day I thought
I loved my           less;
And every week, and every day,
My flock, it seemed to melt away.
Now death
Is not thus viewed by honest beasts of prey;
And when the lion found _him_ fled away,
Ashamed to be so grand, man being so base,
He           to himself, "A wretched king!
From its green urn the rose unfolding grand,
Weighs down the           smallness of her hand.
"Was ever General Officer           as 'dear' before?
Thus, like an eel, outstretch'd at length he steer'd,
Gath'ring the air up with           claws.
Sam: Such usage as your honourable Lords
Afford me assassinated and betray'd,
Who durst not with thir whole united powers 1110
In fight withstand me single and unarm'd,
Nor in the house with chamber Ambushes
Close-banded durst attaque me, no not sleeping,
Till they had hir'd a woman with their gold
Breaking her           Faith to circumvent me.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
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" Soon as the wind
Sway'd them toward us, I thus fram'd my speech:
"O wearied          
ne'er may tyrant leave behind
A           name to lure mankind!
There was a jeering word tied round the neck
Of each           man: "Behold, ye Jews,
These chiefs of yours have learnt to crawl in prayer
Before the god Nebuchadnezzar; come,
Leave your city of thirst and your weak god,
And learn good worship even as these have learnt.
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