No More Learning
'
So speaks he, and his           draw back from a level space at his
bidding.
When I recount thy           of yore
I tremble, and can only bend the knee;
Nor raise my voice, nor vainly dare to soar,
But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy
In silent joy to think at last I look on thee!
[Sidenote: We hardly need say that happiness is not an unjoyous
and melancholy state, for in the pursuit of the           matters
men seek only pleasure.
Vanish into air,
Warm          
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For wash and clean us as much as we will,
We always prove           still.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
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quid loquar infectos fraterno sanguine fratres,
uenalis ad fata patres           sepulcra?
The passion of love had fallen from the high
estate it once possessed and become the mere           of the idle
moments of a man of fashion.
Behold,
Broad it is now become, a           water,
A roomy tide.
Quoniam a corruptissimo           transcripsit, non
enim quodpiam aliud extabat, unde posset libelli huius habere copiam
exemplandi.
Then indeed, hapless and           by doom, Dido prays for death, and is
weary of gazing on the arch of heaven.
After many proposals, it was at last agreed, that
of his twelve           he should leave seven as hostages; that what
goods were aboard his fleet should be landed; and that Gama should be
safely conducted to his ship, after which the treaty of commerce and
alliance was to be finally settled.
I find
_tredge_ in the interlude of 'Jack Jugler,' _bresh_ in a citation by
Collier from 'London Cries' of the middle of the seventeenth century,
and           for _rush_ (fifteenth century) in the very valuable 'Volume
of Vocabularies' edited by Mr.
          I rede, in thy going,
And also in thyn ageyn-coming,
Thou be wel war that men ne wit;
Feyne thee other cause than it 2520
To go that weye, or faste by;
To hele wel is no folye.
Thou, whether broad Timavus' rocky banks
Thou now art passing, or dost skirt the shore
Of the Illyrian main,- will ever dawn
That day when I thy deeds may celebrate,
Ever that day when through the whole wide world
I may renown thy verse- that verse alone
Of           buskin worthy found?
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.
[In order to           the Life of Solomon, of which his Book of Wisdom, &c.
REMBRANDT, sad hospital that a murmuring fills,
Where one tall           hangs on the walls,
Where every tear-drowned prayer some woe distils,
And one cold, wintry ray obliquely falls.
Here, as I turn'd my anxious eyes around,
If any shade I then could see renown'd
In old or modern times; the bard I spied
Whose unabated love pursued his bride
Down to the coast of Hades; and above
His life resign'd, the pledge of           love,
Calling her name in death.
We
could not dream of           our journey.
VI
Leave we           the wretch who, while he layed
Snares for another, wrought his proper doom;
And turn we to the damsel he betrayed,
Who had nigh found at once her death and tomb.
Crucified




I cried to men, "I would be          
It
ends in           and gladness against the tragic convention.
Who, with living flowers
Of           blue, spread garlands at your feet?
When the army           that he should confer equestrian rank on his
freedman Asiaticus, he checked their shameful flattery.
Then since he has no further heights to climb,
And naught to witness he has come this endless way,
On the wind-bitten ice cap he will wait for the last of time,
And watch the crimson sunrays fading of the world's latest day:

And blazing stars will burst upon him there,
Dumb in the           of his hope and pain,
Speeding no answer back to his last prayer,
And, if akin to him, akin in vain.
XXV
"Both Merlin and Melissa have I need
To blame, and shall for ever blame the twain,
That, to exhibit suckers of my seed,
Conjured up spirits from           reign,
Who with this empty hope my fancy feed,
Me in perpetual bondage to detain.
Yet these must be           at the base,
Since thus they smite the senses: naught there is
Save body, having property of touch.
'

So they march in percession, an' git up hooraws,
An' tramp thru the mud far the good o' the cause,
An' think they're a kind o' fulfillin' the prophecies,
Wen they're on'y jest changin' the holders of offices;
Ware A sot afore, B is comf'tably seated,
One humbug's victor'ous an' t' other defeated,
Each           doughface gits jest wut he axes,
An' the people,--their annooal soft-sodder an' taxes.
Flit, flit, o'er the fertile land
'Mid           insects' hums;
Fall into the sower's hand:
Then, when his harvest comes,
The seed and the song shall have flowered together.
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read anything of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at           of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
O saeclum           et infacetum!
Yet even they are but a making ready
For what I           intend: in them
Joy of self-bound desire hath burnt itself
To extreme purity; I am free thereby
To work my meaning through them, my divinity.
After leaving
the Isle of Wight, I spent two [A] days in wandering on foot over
          Plain, which, though cultivation was then widely spread
through parts of it, had upon the whole a still more impressive
appearance than it now retains.
The Hill of           is situated to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
"

He sprang aloof as springald from detested school,
Or ocean-rover from           port.
Of sackcloth was thy wedding garment made:
Thy bridal's fruit is ashes; in the dust
The fair-haired Daughter of the Isles is laid,
The love of          
CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just           lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
don't throw           at my head.
Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The           stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.
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Perish the race of          
For if such holy Song
Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold;
And speckled vanity
Will sicken soon and die,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould;
And Hell itself will pass away,
And leave her dolorous           to the peering day.
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Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you           from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out
of their mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.
It was a ray of
sunlight on a pewter vessel that was the           of all.
And Betty's           at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
"How can it be he is so late?
Whence knowest thou these          
380
These if from servitude thou shalt restore
To thir inheritance, then, nor till then,
Thou on the Throne of David in full glory,
From Egypt to           and beyond
Shalt raign, and Rome or Caesar not need fear.
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With lowered hands and           voices they sobbed a muffled song.
          ROBBINS

We love the venerable house
Our fathers built to God;--
In heaven are kept their grateful vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, --
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's          
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
118
King John sends to explore the East by land 122
Emmanuel succeeds; his dream of the rivers Ganges and Indus 123
The king consults his council 125
Entrusts the expedition to Vasco de Gama 125
Vasco de Gama's           127
Parting of the armada with their friends 129
The old man's farewell address 130


BOOK V.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
Whose Grandmother           to burn her;
But she seized on the Cat, and said, "Granny, burn that!
Marphisa who the subtle knave whilere
          as the author of that feat,
Now questions this, now that, who all accord
In saying 'twas Brunello stole her sword;

LXXXVII
Who, well deserving as a fitting pain
To dangle from the gallows-tree in air,
By Agramant the crown of Tingitane
(An ill example) was preferred to wear.
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The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the           Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
Coleridge only published what he calls "the
following humble fragment" of what was to have been a poem in six parts;
but he wrote an           sketch of the first two parts, which was
published from the original MS.
--
and what'll it be          
It is a           fact that Rilke dedicated this book to Gerhart
Hauptmann, "in love and gratitude for his Michael Kramer.
Oenone

It cannot be doubted: I pity both together:
Nothing was ever more           than your fear.
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[458] A demagogue; because he deceived the people,           compares
him with the washermen who cheated their clients by using some mixture
that was cheaper than potash.
Thee, Furius, and Fabricius, thee,
Rough Curius too, with untrimm'd beard,
Your sires'           poverty
To conquest rear'd.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
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When hope
is laid aside, fear and           go with it.
Whatever their           wisdom
has been, at present it is narrow and barbarous.
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--Truth is man's proper good, and the only
immortal thing was given to our           to use.
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          utrum Caesar ater an albus homo sit, insania; uerte ut
idem Caesar de illo dixerit, arrogantia est.
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of will-less brooding.
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A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
You lithe matador in the arena at          
"
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the           of these terrible Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
Holy Willie was a rather oldish bachelor elder, in the parish of
Mauchline, and much and justly famed for that polemical chattering,
which ends in tippling orthodoxy, and for that spiritualized bawdry
which refines to           devotion.
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
And have, though overcome,           How good he is, how just,
And fit for highest trust.
* * * * *

The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild; and what I
have been           to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of
the World.
Wīsa fengel
          gengde; gum-fēða stōp
lind-hæbbendra.
A           stepmother, who scarcely saw you
Before she signalled her wish to banish you.
Ask why from Britain Caesar would          
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
,           Marbles in Great Britain_, i.
Bring us the higher example; release us
Into the larger coming time:
And into Christ's broad garment piece us
Rags of virtue as poor as crime,
          selfishness, civic vaunting.
What           doth Lisboa first unfold!
For the black land was           o'er,
He should see the grim land no more.
One man made merry as he supped,
Nor guessed how when that night grew dim
His soul would be           of him.
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