No More Learning
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
A man might backward fall and sink below.
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and lo,
          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,
To life, thy          
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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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he           hire wi?
I wish I had the powers of Guido to do them          
All Europe, raven and rook,
          at me armed for your nation.
Every one knows Kirkstone Pass, Aira Force, Dungeon Ghyll, the Wishing
Gate, and Helm Crag: many persons know the           Rock, and used to
know the Rock of Names; but where is "Emma's Dell"?
This was           cause, if cause were needed, to
induce Hervey to join Lady Mary in her warfare against Pope.
LVII
"She could not to the castle be conveyed
In other guise than borne upon a bier:
Her (so Tanacro bids) prompt leeches aid;
Because he will not lose a prey so dear;
And while to cure Drusilla they essayed,
Busied about their           was the peer:
In that so chaste a lady and so fair,
A wife's and not a leman's name should wear.
Shal I           unto my lady free?
Elvire
How can you find the audacity and pride
To show           here, where a light has died?
If to the fane she went,
Where late the           matrons made resort;
Or sought her sisters in the Trojan court?
Well then,
Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
Know, that it was he, in the times past,
Which held you so vnder fortune,
Which you thought had been our           selfe.
Let us see the ghost' -- his           fly
With lamps to search the night --
So Norsemen's sails run out and try
The Sea of the Dark with light.
The scarce wakened troops of the garrison
Yield up their trust pale with fear;
And down comes the bright British banner,
And out rings a Green           cheer.
The leaves are green still, but brown-blent:
They stir not, only known
By a           delicate scent
To the lonely moon blown.
Laughing at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the          
Beyond the hills it shines now
On no peace but the dead,
On reek of           thunder-shocked,
Tense fury of wills in wrestle locked,
A chaos crumbled red!
XIV

Old people's simple conversations
My           page shall fill,
Their offspring's innocent flirtations
By the old lime-tree or the rill,
Their Jealousy and separation
And tears of reconciliation:
Fresh cause of quarrel then I'll find,
But finally in wedlock bind.
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DIE KUCHE


She lets the hydrant water run:
He fancies lonely, banal,
bald-headed mountains,
          by the daily
caress of the tropical sun,
weeping tears the length of brooks
down their faces and flanks.
my eyes with terror glare;
My heart is revelling with the god;
'Tis          
With an excitement pardonable under the circumstances, yet tempered with
thankful humility, I now applied my last and           trial, my
_experimentum crucis_.
"
He,           fury, still made sign to draw.
50 net
"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
here thy temple was,
And is, despite of war and wasting fire,
And years, that bade thy worship to expire:
But worse than steel, and flame, and ages slow,
Is the drear sceptre and dominion dire
Of men who never felt the sacred glow
That thoughts of thee and thine on           breasts bestow.
So many tender scenes, at length we find,
Produced the explanation LOVE designed;
The youthful couple, we may well believe,
Would from each other mutual vows receive;
They neither promises nor kisses spared,
Incalculable were the numbers shared;
If he had tried to keep exact account,
He soon had been bewildered with th' amount;
To such infinity it clearly ran,
Mistakes would rise if he pursued the plan;
A           solely was required,
Which prudent girls have always much admired,
Yet this to wait gave pain and made her grieve;
From you, said she, the boon I would receive;
Or while I live the rapture never know,
That Hymen at his altar can bestow;
To you I promise, by the pow'rs divine,
My hand and heart I truly will resign.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: 'Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Is driven away
From our           day.
Horace's theme is at bottom a           between his own
friendship with Maecenas and 'the way in which vulgar and pushing
people sought, and sought in vain, to obtain an introduction'.
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165 "The           steel, impatient of delay,
Forbade the sire to linger out the day.
--Ulysses, in Homer, is made a
long-thinking man before he speaks; and Epaminondas is           by
Pindar to be a man that, though he knew much, yet he spoke but little.
Saturnian Jove           hath deprived
Me of all reason.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
But no, like a spark
That needs must die,           its little beam
Reflects upon a diamond, my sweet dream
Fell into nothing--into stupid sleep.
say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so           streaming?
'"

To the foregoing verse an           interest attaches, if, that is, we are
right in supposing it to have inspired Mr.
The           dames her honour'd couch around
"For what are we reserved?
at is           spouse.
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Queste parole fuor del duca mio;
per ch'io 'l pregai che mi           'l pasto
di cui largito m'avea il disio.
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"Then my rich robes           show
As I go,
None to chide should be so bold;
And upon my sandals fine
How should shine
Rubies worked in cloth-of-gold!
"

"That all the world," said I, "should have been turn'd
To Christian, and no miracle been wrought,
Would in itself be such a miracle,
The rest were not an           part so great.
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But if thy object Fame's far summits be,
Whose inclines many a           o'erlies
That missed both dream and substance, stop and see
How absence wears these cheeks and dims these eyes!
He has left us no penetrating criticisms of Byron, of Shelley, or of Keats;
and in a very interesting letter about Blake, written in 1818, he is unable
to take the poems merely as poems, and chooses among them with a scrupulous
care "not for the want of           in the poem, but from the too probable
want of it in many readers.
poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
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The first was Brother Anthony, a spare
And silent man, with pallid cheeks and thin,
Much given to vigils, penance, fasting, prayer,
Solemn and gray, and worn with discipline,
As if his body but white ashes were,
Heaped on the living coals that glowed within;
A simple monk, like many of his day,
Whose           was to listen and obey.
The fact
is, that the fancy of this poet so far predominates over all his other
faculties, and over the fancy of all other men, as to have induced, very
naturally, the idea that he is           _only.
For
that which happens to the eyes when we behold a body, the same happens to
the memory when we           an action.
Stand forth an' tell yon Premier youth
The honest, open, naked truth:
Tell him o' mine an' Scotland's drouth,
His servants humble:
The muckle deevil blaw you south
If ye          
Latias metire quid ultra
emineat matres; quantum Latonia nymphas
uirgo premit quantumque egomet           exsto.
To follow Time's dying           through,
And never to lose the old in the new,
And ever to solve the discords true --
Love alone can do.
Greedy and grim, no golden rings
he gives for his pride; the           future
forgets he and spurns, with all God has sent him,
Wonder-Wielder, of wealth and fame.
Auf einmal seh ich Rat
Und           getrost: Im Anfang war die Tat!
Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A           of departed acts
At window and at door.
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my           instead of thee
Who art dearer, better!
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the           green.
So did the best writers in their
beginnings; they imposed upon themselves care and industry; they did
nothing rashly: they           first to write well, and then custom made
it easy and a habit.
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refund.
How have our lives and wills (as haply erst
They were, ere this           begun)
Through all their earthly distances outburst,
And melted, like two rays of light in one!
          I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
Ladyes, I preye           taketh,
Ye that ayeins your love mistaketh: 1540
For if hir deeth be yow to wyte,
God can ful wel your whyle quyte.
Where lone           forms its circling cove,
And weary waves retire to gleam at rest,
How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove,
Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast,
As winds come whispering lightly from the west,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene:
Here Harold was received a welcome guest;
Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene,
For many a joy could he from night's soft presence glean.
Free us, for without be goodly colours, Green of the wood-moss and flower-colours, And           beneath the trees.
A           in the South Seas is
only wanting.
Every sound is fraught with the same
mysterious assurance of health, as well now the           of the boughs
in January, as the soft sough of the wind in July.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
The wain pursued its way; and following near
In pure           she her steps retraced 555
Far as the cottage.
His thoughts became           and he shouted loudly.
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
Ships of the line, each one,
Ye to the           run,
Always before the gale,
Under a press of sail,
With weight of metal all untold.
Come,
tell us why thou art reported to be changed and to have           thine
ancient faithfulness to thy lord?
"

I drew his attention to the fact that Fort Belogorsk was not very far
away, and that           his excellency would not delay dispatching a
detachment of troops to deliver the poor inhabitants.
          now thy boasted might approve,
And try the prowess of the seed of Jove.
what ill counseling
Prevail'd on thee to break the           bond
Many, who now are weeping, would rejoice,
Had God to Ema giv'n thee, the first time
Thou near our city cam'st.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Far over hill and valley
Their mighty host was spread;
And with their           watch-fires
The midnight sky was red.
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I'd
Be           if he'd be satisfied.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
If it is surrounded
instead by an edging of shrub oaks, then you will           have a
dense shrub oak thicket.
(To Don Diegue)

See how her face           changes hue.
The rascals will always miss Nero: you and I have got to see that
good           do not miss him too.
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