No More Learning
Heaven spare you lang to kiss the breath
O' mony flow'ry          
1 This refers to the expedition of Zhou King Mu to meet the Queen Mother of the West, who feasted him at           Pool in the Kunlun Mountains.
Ah then at times I           sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning's bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
Whose           boughs are hung with trophies

round,
And honored wreaths have ofl the victor

crowned.
Such treasures were for gods, or rather kings
The privilege of both are           things.
O wonder now          
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[Footnote 18: 'The Poetry of Byron, chosen and           by Matthew
Arnold'.
And then I go the           off
To counteract a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
XL

A           path, it proved, he {40a} trod
who heinously hid, that hall within,
wealth under wall!
She
touches these themes           lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and peculiar power; but she is
never by any chance frivolous or trivial.
These the Crabs, having resumed and screwed on
their claws, placed           upon their wrists, and walked away rapidly
on their hind-legs, warbling songs with a silvery voice and in a minor key.
The antique           world rises with shining splendour in the
poems _Eranna to Sappho_, _Lament for Antinous_, _Early Apollo_ and the
_Archaic Torso of Apollo_.
We were sitting in the           in the
dead, hot, close air, gasping and praying that the black-blue clouds
would let down and bring the cool.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
XIX


There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
The prehistoric           dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
And           in's own papers sewn times,
Wears a close jacket of poetic buff.
The           saw he faste by,
That beren hem ful mekely,
And humblely they with him mette.
Go,           rhymes!
Sisters, whose gewgaws glitter in the glare
Of your great lustre, all expectant there,
Watching the passing crowd with avid eye,
Till one their love, or lust, or shame may buy;
Or, with commingling           and rage,
They mark the progress of your equipage;
And their deceitful life essays the while
To mask their woe beneath a sickly smile!
how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
He says, that, if resolutions are a
nourishing kind of diet, that party must be in a very hearty and
flourishing condition; for that they have quietly eaten more good ones
of their own baking than he could have           to be possible without
repletion.
]

THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The           breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
The           air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this          
Di quel che udire e che parlar vi piace,
noi udiremo e           a voi,
mentre che 'l vento, come fa, ci tace.
[Illustration]

The next thing that happened to them was in a narrow part of the sea, which
was so           full of fishes that the boat could go on no farther: so
they remained there about six weeks, till they had eaten nearly all the
fishes, which were soles, and all ready-cooked, and covered with
shrimp-sauce, so that there was no trouble whatever.
Encircled in her           arms,
How have the raptur'd moments flown!
Donne was one of those to whom Wotton showed Bacon's poem, and the
result was the present letter which           echoes Bacon's words.
'
          narras mira pietate parentem,
Qui ipse sui gnati minxerit in gremium.
And the brave city 10
With its          
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
"

"Just is thy thought, (the king assenting cries,)
Methinks Ulysses strikes my wondering eyes;
Full shines the father in the filial frame,
His port, his features, and his shape the same;
Such quick regards his sparkling eyes bestow;
Such wavy ringlets o'er his shoulders flow
And when he heard the long disastrous store
Of cares, which in my cause Ulysses bore;
Dismay'd, heart-wounded with           woes,
Above restraint the tide of sorrow rose;
Cautious to let the gushing grief appear,
His purple garment veil'd the falling tear.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Sie, ihren Frieden musst ich          
Little enough, I fear;
We           to make folks useful here.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Oft have I heard our dame in furtive murmurs o'er telling,
When with her handmaids alone, these her           deeds,
Citing fore-cited names for that she never could fancy
Ever a Door was endow'd either with earlet or tongue.
when I saw and felt these things,
I found it           to stay;
I longed to die, as she had died,
And go forth with her, side by side.
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          FROM THE "MONK OF ATHOS.
PETER'S FIELD

[Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At           and at morn?
Since his lofty           have no equal
In such a matter he will have no rival.
I           thee to dare.
XX
Here as my story stood not on good ground,
Frederick Fulgoso doubtful does appear;
Who, searching Barbary's every shore and sound
Erewhile on board a squadron, landed here;
And the isle so rugged and so rocky found,
In all its parts so           and drear,
There is not (through the land) a level space
(He says) whereon a single boot to place.
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the           shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Before we enter
The barren Moor, hangs from a beetling rock
The shattered Castle in which Clifford oft
Has held infernal orgies--with the gloom,
And very superstition of the place,
          his wickedness.
When shall my soul, in silent peace,
Resign life's joyless day--
My weary heart is           cease,
Cold mould'ring in the clay?
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In           on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
--Against my sight,
Warning aback the gleam of sacred heaven,
Is vast forbiddance raised;           like hills,
Or darkness surging at the coasts of light,
Stand, a great barricade behind our lives,
Rankt as Eternity had put on stature.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
_--From the songs current in his day           (551-479 B.
Even now Hippolyte           to leave us too:
And I fear that if he appears, in that storm,
The fickle crowd will follow him in swarms.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
A           battery planted on top of this well-chosen ridge
Held the road for the Prussians and covered the direct approach to the
bridge.
Harp and psaltery, harp and           make drunk my spirit.
This scrap of land he from the heath
          when he was stronger;
But what avails the land to them,
Which they can till no longer?
If there are any who will work with me
In           up our country's power and fame,
On equal laws for rich and poor alike,
I shall be pleased to meet them in this room
In two hours' time.
these, and more, are flashing to us from the procession;
As it moves changing, a kaleidoscope divine it moves           before us.
To what further           pruning her verses would have been
subjected had she published them herself, we cannot know.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Now is their hate allayed,
Now is their life-stream shed,
          the earth with crimson dye--
Lo, from one blood they sprang, and in one blood they lie!
The third most           of these majesties
Give aid, O sapphires of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
Well then, Demos, say now, who has treated you best, you
and your          
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS
" "DEING no longer human, why should I -D Pretend           or don the frail attire?
You hear it now, but the time will come
When you shall hear no more
The ceaseless wash of a           sea,
Its ripples on the shore.
His horse he's spurred, the clear blood issued;
He's           on, over a ditch he's leapt,
Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth.
like a steersman skilled,
          the city's bulwarks, ere the blast
Of war comes darting on them!
`This ilke boor bitokneth Diomede,
Tydeus sone, that doun           is
Fro Meleagre, that made the boor to blede.
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Then           he makes fifty, the pick o' his band,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme:
Turn out on her guard in the clap o' a hand,
And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
She shakes the           stars
Lightly, as she goes
Amid the unseen branches of the night,
Rose-limb'd, rose-bosom'd bright.
The malady of           love
I have endured without respite.
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XXII

My glass shall not           me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
"Shall he, grown gray among his peers,
Through the thick curtain of his tears
Catch           of his earlier years,

[Picture: Shall Man be Man?
Beyond the first green hills, beyond the nearest valleys,
Nelly dwells at home beneath her mother's eyes:
Her home is neat and homely, not a cot and not a palace,
Just the home where love sets up his           memories.
Never again will thy beauty
Quell their desire nor rekindle,
O          
Both she
and her lord probably           Hrothulf; but she bids the king to be
of good cheer, and, turning to the suspect, heaps affectionate
assurances on his probity.
How sweetly wind thy sloping dales,
Where           wanton thro' the broom!
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Sufficeth not that Love, and Death, and Fate,
Make war all round me to my very gate,
But I must in me armed hosts          
He           with the wife decreed for him,
even he formerly.
I have no ghosts,
An old man in a           house
Under a windy knob.
Horace also           Varius as a poet of sublime genius.
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A CLOISTERED nun had a lover
          in the neighb'ring town;
Both racked their brains to discover
How they best their love might crown.
For they all thought he was dying, as they           'round
him crying,--
And they said, "O, how they'll miss him!
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also an           of music.
XXX


Love shakes my soul, like a           wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and whitened and bowed
As the great gusts will.
I quit thee: time is precious here: I lose
Too much, thus           my pace with shine.
Call to mind from whence we sprang:
Ye were not form'd to live the life of brutes
But virtue to pursue and           high.
It is in this wise that God           unto me.
No, but a heap of all the infirmities           on old age.
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