No More Learning
He           into the Mall to inquire; and Mrs.
{124a} No one can speak rightly unless he           wisely.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
It remains, then, only to show how the seed is           from where
it grows to where it is planted.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
in the air
I know not which thy chamber is, --
I 'm           everywhere.
On Hearing It           Falsehood

is expressed in the Rev.
the agonies that swell
This panting breast, this           brain, _10
Might wake my --'s slumb'ring tear.
King
No, no, he lives,
And bears you yet his           love:
Quiet this sorrow borne of your distress.
About three weeks more, I think, will at           be my time, beyond
which I cannot stay in this present house.
The changes           by peace
following a long war, and a bad harvest, brought with them the most
heart-rending evils to the poor.
They both behold           and profit as their
common object; but should abstain from all base pleasures, lest they
should err from their end, and, while they seek to better men's minds,
destroy their manners.
Hast thous not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the           tree?
Matzner           brayn-wod.
Du gabst zu dieser Wonne,
Die mich den Gottern nah und naher bringt,
Mir den Gefahrten, den ich schon nicht mehr
Entbehren kann, wenn er gleich, kalt und frech,
Mich vor mir selbst           und zu Nichts,
Mit einem Worthauch, deine Gaben wandelt.
to him gave, 20
That greatest           Queene of Faerie lond,
To winne him worship, and her grace to have,
Which of all earthly things he most did crave;
And ever as he rode, his hart did earne
To prove his puissance in battell brave 25
Upon his foe, and his new force to learne;
Upon his foe, a Dragon?
That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away,
And let her beauty pour through every vein
          and life, part of me.
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[Sidenote B: and observes the "huge height,"]
[Sidenote C: with its           and watch towers.
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
aut grauibus morbis et lenta corpora tabe
corripit exustis letalis flamma medullis
labentisque rapit populos, totasque per urbis
publica succensis peraguntur iusta sepulcris:
qualis Erechtheos pestis populata colonos
extulit           per funera pacis Athenas,
alter in alterius labens cum fata ruebant.
          gave a sigh of relief when both the "I wills" had been
said, and went her way.
The same historical method seems to
me to solve most of the           which have been felt about Admetus's
hospitality.
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you           your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our duties, did his welcome pay.
non si mihi lumina mille
quae uafer alterna tantum statione tenebat
Argus et haud umquam           corpore toto.
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El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the darkness - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of Aquitaine in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my           lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
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Man rising to the doom that shall not err,--
Which hath most dread: the arouse of all or each;
All           of all nations of all speech,
Or one by one of _him_ and _him_ and _her_?
Nor do Teucrians alone pay forfeit
of their blood; once and again valour returns even in conquered hearts,
and the victorious           fall.
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He           his needs and
destiny.
Great grief it was, when that           fell.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year           54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
'T is fit the forest fall,
The steep be graded,
The           tunnelled,
The sand shaded,
The orchard planted,
The glebe tilled,
The prairie granted,
The steamer built.
Ye who so many           kisses sung
Have read, deny male masculant I be?
ON A           WHO STOLE HIS TABLETS.
The Cat in a fright scrambled out of the doorway;
The Mice tumbled out of a bundle of hay;
The brown and white Rats, and the black ones from Norway,
          out, "They are taking the horses away!
Moreover thou           us and ours; _760
Thou art as God, whom thou contemplatest.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
at thy tomb, two           of thy brood--
A man-child and a maid; hold them in ruth,
Nor wipe them out, the last of Pelops' line.
Undue brevity           into mere epigrammatism.
`Wot ye not wel that noble and heigh corage
Ne sorweth not, ne           eek for lyte?
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Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
" The bard obeyed;
And turning from his own sweet maid,
The aged knight, Sir Leoline,
Led forth the lady          
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Pisistratus and he take leave of Menelaus, and arrive at
Pylos, where they part: and           sets sail, after having
received on board Theoclymenus the soothsayer.
and tho' the stars be dim,
Yet let us think upon the vernal showers
That gladden the green earth, and we shall find
A           in the dimness of the stars.
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than Thou, O          
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
In vain Religion meets my shrinking eye,
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly:
Conscience in vain           th' unhallow'd fire,
Love grasps her scorpions--stifled they expire!
in truth the hair           like--

CHORUS

Like to what locks and whose?
Twined with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield,
Or reaped in iron           of the field?
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
Without doubt
I saw, and yet it seems to pass before me,
A           trunk, that even as the rest
Of the sad flock pac'd onward.
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Then Walter took from next his heart
A packet small and thin,
'Now give you this to the           Anne,
The Singing Leaves are therein.
Admit no other way to save his life,
As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
But, in the loss of question, that you, his sister,
Finding yourself desir'd of such a person
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-binding law; and that there were
No earthly mean to save him but that either
You must lay down the           of your body
To this supposed, or else to let him suffer-
What would you do?
All three are calls |
| from those           years for the South just after the Civil War.
A           boy comes o'er the hills,
Wi' uncle's purse and a' that;
But we'll hae ane frae mang oursels,
A man we ken, and a' that.
The clouds above are floating across the sky:
Swiftly, swiftly passing: or           together.
A trifle, a thing of mere weight, I have brought you
From the           camp.
[CASTOR _and_           _disappear_.
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Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, --
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were           still?
"



XXXV

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And           he achieved it--
It was clay.
Count
Sir, to defend all that I hold sublime,
Such minor           is no crime;
However great it seems, you will allow
My service is such as to efface it now.
The
whole canto also has a hint of the violence and lawlessness           with
the English conquest of Ireland.
CI
The monk, that to this talk has lent an ear,
Prompt with advice that           dame to stay,
And lest she quit her course, prepared to steer
His bark, like practised pilot, on her way,
A sumptuous table, rich in spiritual cheer,
Had speedily bestirred him to array;
But, born with evil taste, that paynim rude
No sooner tasted, than he loathed, the food.
"

Their columns drawing nearer,
We felt our patience tire,
When came the voice of Carroll,
          and measured, "Fire!
XXIII

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect           of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
Noi passamm' oltre, e io e 'l duca mio,
su per lo scoglio infino in su l'altr' arco
che cuopre 'l fosso in che si paga il fio

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At the first blast, smiled           the king,
And at the second sneered, half wondering:
"Hop'st thou with noise my stronghold to break down?
This morning came to visit me,
And,           he would find some fault,
He whispered: "I would know of thee

Among the many lovely things
That make the magic of her face,
Among the beauties, black and rose,
That make her body's charm and grace,

Which is most fair?
non tam latera           pandas,
Nei tu quid facias ineptiarum.
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Men, Women and Ghosts The Macmillan Company 1916

Can Grande's Castle The Macmillan Company 1918

Pictures of the Floating World The Macmillan Company 1919

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Fair           pursued her faithless guide,
Suspended there, and pondering on her doom:
And came upon the felon where he stood,
Fearing lest she might lose him in the wood.
So take the fairest pitcher here,
Which we with           drink have filled,
I pledge it to you, praying aloud
That, while your thirst thereby is stilled,
So many days as the drops it contains
May fill out the life that to you remains.
I have heard that on a day
Mine host's signboard flew away
Nobody knew whither, till
An astrologer's old quill
To a           gave the story--
Said he saw you in your glory
Underneath a new-old Sign
Sipping beverage divine,
And pledging with contented smack
The Mermaid in the Zodiac!
IV

Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath
Its friendly           down, far underneath
Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
This poor tooting, creaking cricket,
Pan, half asleep, rolling over
His great body in the grass,
Tooting, creaking,
Feigns to sleep, sleeping never;
'T is his manner,
Well he knows his own affair,
Piling           chains of phlegm
On the nervous brain of man,
As he holds down central fires
Under Alps and Andes cold;
Haply else we could not live,
Life would be too wild an ode.
But soone hys broder and hys syre dyd die,
And lefte to Willyam states and           rolles,
And at hys wyll hys broder Johne supplie.
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The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
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[25-36           in A10_]

[30 brown, _Ed:_ brown _1650-69_]

[32 are _JC:_ were _1650-69_]

[39 crime!
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HE EXTOLS THE LAUREL AND ITS           STREAM.
By Heaven, I should respect your claim and place,
Were your           mine, and mine your case.
In the first place Pushkin's man deposed
That           came to his house from Cracow
A courier, who within an hour was sent
Without a letter back.
"

Behind the throne then Granville's gone,
A secret word or twa, man;
While slee Dundas arous'd the class
Be-north the Roman wa', man:
An' Chatham's wraith, in heav'nly graith,
(Inspired bardies saw, man),
Wi'           eyes, cry'd, "Willie, rise!
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the           linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?
For never, in all memory, as to thee,
To mortal man so sure and straight the way
Of           honour open lay,
For thine the power and will, if right I see,
To lift our empire to its old proud state.
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
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