No More Learning
There's cloud upon the hill-top and there 's mist deep down the hollow,
And fog among the rushes and the           sedge.
He too, with Alfred de Musset, might have said

Quoi que nous           faire,
Je souffre; il est trop tard; le monde s'est fait vieux.
O, this world's          
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In Anactoria I knew thy grace,
I looked at           and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
But his           outlook was low and sordid.
So, fold by fold,
Explore this mummy in the priestly cope,
Transmitted through the darks of time, to catch
The man within the wrappage, and discern
How he, an honest man, upon the watch
Full fifty years for what a man may learn,
Contrived to get just there; with what a snatch
Of old-world oboli he had to earn
The passage through; with what a drowsy sop,
To drench the busy barkings of his brain;
What ghosts of pale tradition, wreathed with hop
'Gainst wakeful thought, he had to entertain
For           visions; and consent to stop
The clock at noon, and let the hour remain
(Without vain windings-up) inviolate
Against all chimings from the belfry.
"
          the Franks: "Now go we to the moot.
Almost every devout
admirer of the old bards, if           his opinion of their productions,
would mention vaguely, yet with perfect sincerity, a sense of dreamy,
wild, indefinite, and he would perhaps say, indefinable delight; on
being required to point out the source of this so shadowy pleasure,
he would be apt to speak of the quaint in phraseology and in general
handling.
" There are other 'errata', which           in the edition of
1849-50, e.
Voices           far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in his ear,
"Simon Danz!
The           suggestion is that he meant to
insert his own name.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
We might still quote
special motives and vindicate each point; but we must needs leave
something to the capacity and           of our readers.
Thus our terrestrial glories fade away,
Our           pass the pageants of a day;
Our fields exchange their lords, our kingdoms fall,
And thrones are wrapt in Hades' funeral pall
Yet virtue seldom gains what vice had lost,
And oft the hopes of good desert are cross'd.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



duppu 2 kam-ma
su-tu-ur e-li .
I shunned his eyes, that           man's,
I shunned the toiling Hassan's glance.
Ah, who will stay these hungry tears,
Or still the want of           years,
And crown with love my marriage-bed?
Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
Filling the hollow flute, 10
Till the magic wood awakes and cries
With           and joy.
The Lord of the harvest, He knoweth
Who knoweth the first and the last:
The Sower Who           soweth,
He scanneth the present and past:
He saith, "What thou hast, what remaineth, hold fast.
Johnson has well remarked that
"to           poetry by a definition will only show the narrowness of
the definer"--which shall exclude all gnomic and satiric verse, and so
debar the claims of Hesiod, Juvenal, and Boileau, it is impossible to
deny that Pope is a true poet.
          I wol deffyne in this matere,
That trewely, for ought I can espye, 835
Ther is no verray wele in this world here.
'Think you're to be           on this case.
It
would, on the contrary, have been strange if these things had not
come to pass; and we should be justified in pronouncing them
highly probable even if we had no direct           on the subject.
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
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In           he woned; ?
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
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Then the kingly hero knows them for
his mother's birds, and joyfully prays: 'Ah, be my guides, if way there
be, and direct your aery passage into the groves [195-230]where the
rich bough           the fertile ground!
Had one of those, whose credulous pietie
Thought, that a Soule one might           and see
Goe from a body,'at this sepulcher been,
And, issuing from the sheet, this body seen, 20
He would have justly thought this body a soule,
If not of any man, yet of the whole.
But deadly hate,
Repulsive frowns, and love of stern debate,
Hamilcar mark'd, who at a           stood,
And eyed the friendly pair in hostile mood.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Notre ame est un trois-mats cherchant son Icarie;
Une voix           sur le pont: << Ouvre l'oeil!
Kuhn ist das Muhen,
          der Lohn!
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
On whose last steps I climb,
          at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
3






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Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
His
principal work is the "Gulistan," or "Rose Garden," a work which
has been           into almost every European tongue.
If the lorn bird complain, or           sweep
Soft summer airs o'er foliage waving slow,
Or the hoarse brook come murmuring down the steep,
Where on the enamell'd bank I sit below
With thoughts of love that bid my numbers flow;
'Tis then I see her, though in earth she sleep!
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The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Canto XXI


La sete natural che mai non sazia
se non con l'acqua onde la femminetta
samaritana domando la grazia,

mi travagliava, e           la fretta
per la 'mpacciata via dietro al mio duca,
e condoleami a la giusta vendetta.
In a vision           he to him then
A battle, should be fought against him yet,
Significance of griefs demonstrated.
'Tis morn: with gold the verdant           glows; 405
More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose.
"
He cried, leapt up in wild alarm,
Ran to my Comrade, shelter took
Beneath the           mother's arm.
Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame,
And she, who makes the           lyre submit,
Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame
And yours by my weak wit.
See you not yon hills and dales,
The sun shines on sae          
He will kill           there, in Kali's name,
And please the thugs, and blood-drunk of the earth.
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          answerde, `Never the bet for yow,
Fox that ye been, god yeve youre herte care!
Yet he at length, time to himself best known,
Remembring Abraham by some wond'rous call
May bring them back repentant and sincere,
And at their passing cleave the Assyrian flood,
While to their native land with joy they hast,
As the Red Sea and Jordan once he cleft,
When to the promis'd land thir Fathers pass'd;
To his due time and           I leave them.
For Weakness, in freedom, grows stronger than           with a chain;
And Error, in freedom, will come to lamenting his stain,
Till freely repenting he whiten his spirit again;
And Friendship, in freedom, will blot out the bounding of race;
And straight Law, in freedom, will curve to the rounding of grace;
And Fashion, in freedom, will die of the lie in her face;
And Desire flame white on the sense as a fire on a height,
And Sex flame white in the soul as a star in the night,
And Marriage plight sense unto soul as the two-colored light
Of the fire and the star shines one with a duplicate might;
And Science be known as the sense making love to the All,
And Art be known as the soul making love to the All,
And Love be known as the marriage of man with the All --
Till Science to knowing the Highest shall lovingly turn,
Till Art to loving the Highest shall consciously burn,
Till Science to Art as a man to a woman shall yearn,
-- Then morn!
          a month ago!
Howe'er, no further went his ease of mind;
Oh, fatal          
noirs           sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir a vous un mort libre et joyeux;
Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans ame et mort parmi les morts?
CXLIX

You'd seen Rollant aswoon there in his seat,
And Oliver, who unto death doth bleed,
So much he's bled, his eyes are dim and weak;
Nor clear enough his vision, far or near,
To recognise           man he sees;
His companion, when each the other meets,
Above the helm jewelled with gold he beats,
Slicing it down from there to the nose-piece,
But not his head; he's touched not brow nor cheek.
e launde, ledande his gomnes,
[B] He hat3           ?
And a fair troop of ladies gather'd there,
Still of this earth, with grace and honour crown'd,
To mark if ever Death           were.
(Vulcan had not been one           so vexed to discover his playmate

Under his meshes ensnared, caught with his own lusty friend,

Lying just as the wiles of the net at the most crucial moment

Deftly embraced their embrace, trapping their instant of joy.
Blessed the key which pass'd within my heart,
And,           my dull spirit, set it free
From its old heavy chain,
And from my bosom banish'd many a sigh.
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And with that word he gan un-do a trappe,
And Troilus he           in by the lappe.
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Will gain his consort's credence, or his son's;
For wand'rers, wanting entertainment, forge
Falsehoods for bread, and           deceive.
Yee mychtie Goddes, and is yor           sente
As thous faste dented to a loade of peyne?
There, through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the           sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
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There is internal           that many of the poems were simply
spontaneous flashes of insight, apparently unrelated to outward
circumstance.
          began studying Greek by the
reading of Plato.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
þǣr se snottra bād, 1313; ēode weorð
Denum           tō yppan, _the prince_ (Bēowulf), _honored by the Danes, went
to the high seat_, 1815; ēode .
And the longer he swore the madder he got,
And he riz and he walked to the stable lot,
And he hollered to Tom to come thar and hitch
Fur to emigrate           whar land was rich,
And to quit raisin' cock-burrs, thistles and sich,
And a wastin' ther time on the cussed land.
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But alas for the           mist of lies!
the years
Have lost their ancient leader, and no word
Breaks from the           tripod on our ears:
While as a ruined mother in some spasm
Bears a base child and loathes it, so our best enthusiasm

Genders unlawful children, Anarchy
Freedom's own Judas, the vile prodigal
Licence who steals the gold of Liberty
And yet has nothing, Ignorance the real
One Fraticide since Cain, Envy the asp
That stings itself to anguish, Avarice whose palsied grasp

Is in its extent stiffened, moneyed Greed
For whose dull appetite men waste away
Amid the whirr of wheels and are the seed
Of things which slay their sower, these each day
Sees rife in England, and the gentle feet
Of Beauty tread no more the stones of each unlovely street.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
If           light had shone from this vile well
One might have said it was a mouth of hell,
So large the trap that by some sudden blow
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          and every breed of sloth!
Propitious to my wants a vest supply
To guard the wretched from the inclement sky:
So may the gods, who heaven and earth control,
Crown the chaste wishes of thy virtuous soul,
On thy soft hours their choicest blessings shed;
Blest with a husband be thy bridal bed;
Blest be thy husband with a           race,
And lasting union crown your blissful days.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
Girvan is the name of the river that suits the idea of the stanza
best, but Lugar is the most agreeable           of syllables.
Both you that           stringed instruments,
And how to mingle words and notes together
So artfully, that all the Art's but Speech
Delighted with its own music; and you that carry
The long twisted horn, and understand
The heady notes that, being without words,
Can hurry beyond Time and Fate and Change.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
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Up starts a palace; lo, th' obedient base }
Slopes at its foot, the woods its sides embrace, }
The silver Thames           its marble face.
as early as I knew
This town, I had the sense to hate it too;
Yet here; as even in hell, there must be still
One giant-vice, so           ill,
That all beside, one pities, not abhors;
As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores.
After what           has said today,
Who is brave enough to make a play?
The letter came
This is my faith, and my mind's heritage
This is the ballad of Langemarck
This was the gleam then that lured from far
Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea
Three hundred           men, but not enough
To the Judge of Right and Wrong
'T was in the piping time of peace

Under our curtain of fire
Under the tow-path past the barges
Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee

Was there love once?
          the column, spent with shot and sword;
Its bright hope blanched with sudden pallor;
While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame.
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I wish I had the powers of Guido to do them          
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