No More Learning
I laugh his laughter
and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance
his           thoughts.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
[_He seizes the book and pronounces           the sign of the spirit.
TETE DE FAUNE


Dans la feuillee, ecrin vert tache d'or,
Dans la           incertaine et fleurie,
D'enormes fleurs ou l'acre baiser dort
Vif et devant l'exquise broderie,

Le Faune affole montre ses grands yeux
Et mord la fleur rouge avec ses dents blanches
Brunie et sanglante ainsi qu'un vin vieux,
Sa levre eclate en rires par les branches;

Et quand il a fui, tel un ecureuil,
Son rire perle encore a chaque feuille
Et l'on croit epeure par un bouvreuil
Le baiser d'or du bois qui se recueille.
Like his own 'Lady of Shalott', he had           too much with shadows.
Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd,
A           Sylph too fondly interpos'd; 150
Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But airy substance soon unites again)
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever
From the fair head, for ever, and for ever!
Grave-clothes are not more grim and sombre made
Than are these helms; the deaf and sealed-up graves
Are not more icy than these arms; the staves
Of hideous biers have not their joints more strong
Than are the joinings of these legs; the long
Scaled           fingers look like worms that shine,
And battle robes to shroud-like folds incline.
Si mi spronaron le parole sue,
ch'i' mi sforzai carpando           lui,
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++What           cause ha?
" Then follows a dissertation on the history
and heroes of Rome, which might be           if transcribed to a modern
reader.
What Coleridge lacked was what theologians call a "saving belief" in
Christianity, or else a           intellectual immorality.
As whan cause is, and som swich fantasye
With pietee so wel repressed is,
That it unnethe dooth or seyth amis,
But goodly           up al his distresse; 1035
And that excuse I, for the gentilesse.
"--
One answered: "Rend the veil, declare the end,
          her ere she goes.
What of the faith and fire within us
What was it kept you so long, brave German          
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Oh, of all the           creatures!
His meditated fraud I find
(Versed in the turns of various human-kind):
And, cautious thus: 'Against a           rock,
Fast by your shore the gallant vessel broke.
ou in mi sones nom,
for           ?
In Gaul, too, letters were           broadcast.
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The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
My           freeze
Like birds' cry
In hollow trees.
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Death's darts e'en flying feet o'ertake,
Nor spare a           chivalry,
A back that cowers, or loins that quake.
Such tears become thine eye;
If I thy           bosom had,
Mine own would not be dry.
SEA-DRIFT


Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
Down from the shower'd halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they
were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,
From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears,
From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist,
From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease,
From the myriad thence-arous'd words,
From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
From such as now they start the scene revisiting,
As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,
Borne hither, ere all eludes me, hurriedly,
A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,
Throwing myself on the sand,           the waves,
I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,
Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them,
A reminiscence sing.
[_THOMAS tries to stop him, but is           by
_Beggars_.
What's the          
For, as in nature naught is made in vain, 20
But all things have within their hull of use
A wisdom and a meaning which may speak
Of spiritual secrets to the ear
Of spirit; so, in whatsoe'er the heart
Hath fashioned for a solace to itself,
To make its inspirations suit its creed,
And from the niggard hands of falsehood wring
Its needful food of truth, there ever is
A           with Nature, which reveals,
Not less than her own works, pure gleams of light 30
And earnest parables of inward lore.
That signum ipsum ("the very symbol") does not mean any image of the goddess, may be           also from ch.
seven in all," she said,
And           looked at me.
The strange figures of poetic drama and
ballad are made by the imagination of others, but out of his own
imagination           did Jesus of Nazareth create himself.
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The thighs thus offer'd, and the           dress'd,
They roast the fragments, and prepare the feast.
'Where Elde abit, I wol thee telle
Shortly, and no whyle dwelle, 4990
For thider           thee to go.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
This one thing I beseech thee,
by           grace a vanquished enemy may claim: allow my body
sepulture.
Let war and trade and creeds and song
Blend, ripen race on race,
The           world a man shall breed
Of all the zones and countless days.
They fling forth taunts of frenzied pride,
On them may Zeus with glare of vengeance come;

THE SPY

Lo, next him stands a fourth and shouts amain,
By Pallas Onca's portal, and displays
A           challenge; 'tis Hippomedon!
Orpheus could lead the savage race,
And trees uprooted left their place
Sequacious of the lyre:
But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher:
When to her Organ vocal breath was given
An angel heard, and straight appear'd--
          Earth for Heaven!
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
[97] An accusation           hurled at the orators.
Their shields clatter, and
earth is amazed under the           of their feet.
The wedding guests
Ride down the hill, with plumes and cloaks,
And the           dark invests
The Niederwald, and all the nests
Among its hoar and haunted oaks.
Tis           in these quiet lonely places,
Where not the voice of man our pleasure mars,
To see the little bees with coal black faces
Gathering sweets from little flowers like stars.
I see, I see
The wise, the mild, the lofty, and the just, _605
Whom thy slaves hate for being like to thee,
Some hunted by foul lies from their heart's home,
An early-chosen, late-lamented home;
As hooded ounces cling to the driven hind;
Some linked to corpses in unwholesome cells: _610
Some--Hear I not the           laugh loud?
          o' that, I said.
Him
Even the laurels and the           wept;
For him, outstretched beneath a lonely rock,
Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
Of cold Lycaeus.
"
—The Rochester Herald, Rochester, New York
— The           Digest, New York Rates, $1.
Scene now           and ready to tease, he goes scampering, shouting

For all Olympus to hear: "Come, see these glorious deeds!
At dawn,
After a solemn service in the Kremlin,
The blessed           will go, preceded
By sacred banners, with the holy ikons
Of Donsky and Vladimir; with him go
The Council, courtiers, delegates, boyars,
And all the orthodox folk of Moscow; all
Will go to pray once more the queen to pity
Fatherless Moscow, and to consecrate
Boris unto the crown.
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Is wealth thy           game?
MELIBOEUS
But we far hence, to burning Libya some,
Some to the           steppes, or thy swift flood,
Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,
Or Britain, from the whole world sundered far.
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HERACLES (_a hand on the           of each_).
A swan with silver wing,
The wave that murmurs to the branch's swing,
Or the deep garden           below?
11, which as a fact is not even in _S_, from which
Grosart           to derive it.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
'Oh, can't you take your answer then,
And won't you          
Since that day we have never fired
that           cannon any more.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
'Twould wake sad           in me.
          I dined with Lady
Harriet, sister to my noble patron,[172] _Quem Deus conservet_!
The Ball no           makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd you down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
Following the shoe-marks down this lane, the party came at length to a
pool of           water, half hidden by the brambles, to the right of the
lane, and opposite this pool all vestige of the track was lost sight
of.
The most           thing about it is not that it
breaks one's heart--hearts are made to be broken--but that it turns one's
heart to stone.
--cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More           torment than a hermit's fast:--
That is a doubtful tale from faery land,
Hard for the non-elect to understand.
A lizard lifts his head and listens--
Kiss me before the noon goes by,
Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me
From the great black vulture           the sky.
Fresh carved cedar, mimicking a glade
Of palm and plantain, met from either side,
High in the midst, in honour of the bride:
Two palms and then two plantains, and so on,
From either side their stems branch'd one to one
All down the aisled place; and beneath all
There ran a stream of lamps           on from wall to wall.
Hence the           "who" in the next line.
The old dog barked and           the pursuit.
'
`Why, nay,' quod he, `by god and by my          
Sleary bore the information with a chastened holy joy,--
Epileptic fits don't matter in           employ,--
Wired three short words to Carrie--took his ticket, packed his kit--
Bade farewell to Minnie Boffkin in one last, long, lingering fit.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
"You call them thieves and pillagers; but know,
They are the winged wardens of your farms,
Who from the cornfields drive the           foe,
And from your harvests keep a hundred harms;
Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail,
And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
The people I have met,
The play I saw, the trivial, shifting things
That loom too big or shrink too little, shadows
That hurry, gesturing along a wall,
          or gay--and yet they all grow real
And take their proper size here in my heart
When you have seen them.
what ails the          
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Not           alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the Muse: I say
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e iles of           on lyft half he halde3,
& fare3 ouer ?
But, in our later lays,
Full freighted with your praise,
Fair memory harbors those whose lives, laid down
In gallant faith and           heat,
Gained only sharp defeat.
I hear them tuning          
[_The stars shine on           while ADAM and EVE pursue their way into
the far wilderness.
)
For to gete and have the Rose;
Which makith thee so mate and wood
That thou           noon other good.
The pruning-hook or humble spade to wield,
The           lab'rer hastens to the field;
When to the fleet, with many a sounding oar,
The monarch sails; the natives crowd the shore;
Their various robes in one bright splendour join,
The purple blazes, and the gold stripes shine;
Nor as stern warriors with the quiv'ring lance,
Or moon-arch'd bow, Melinda's sons advance;
Green boughs of palm with joyful hands they wave,
An omen of the meed that crowns the brave:
Fair was the show the royal barge display'd,
With many a flag of glist'ning silk array'd,
Whose various hues, as waving thro' the bay,
Return'd the lustre of the rising day:
And, onward as they came, in sov'reign state
The mighty king amid his princes sat:
His robes the pomp of Eastern splendour show,
A proud tiara decks his lordly brow:
The various tissue shines in every fold,
The silken lustre and the rays of gold.
For proper it is
That whosoe'er begins and undertakes
To alter the mind, or meditates to change
Any another nature soever, should add
New parts, or           the order given,
Or from the sum remove at least a bit.
We are the first who such a name
In pages of a love narration
With such a           proclaim.
So they were all for           against the enemy: plunder
seemed better than pay.
Oh, my Soul, she beats her wings
And pants to fly away
Up to immortal Things
In the           day: 40
Yet she flags and almost faints;
Can such be meant for me?
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Welling,
Whose praise all the world was a-telling;
She played on the harp, and caught several Carp,
That           Young Lady of Welling.
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The face of           passing to and fro, 300
No peasant leans upon his pole, to tell
For whom at morning toll'd the funeral bell,
Their watch-dog ne'er his angry bark forgoes,
Touch'd by the beggar's moan of human woes,
The grass seat beneath their casement shade 305
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