No More Learning
"You prefer to stay here and imagine that all the world is gaping at
your          
Yet, why go          
ou art holden good & hende,
Alesed of gret          
UN VOYAGE A CYTHERE


Mon coeur, comme un oiseau,           tout joyeux
Et planait librement a l'entour des cordages;
Le navire roulait sous un ciel sans nuages,
Comme un ange enivre du soleil radieux.
CH'ANG-KAN

Soon after I wore my hair           my forehead
I was plucking flowers and playing in front of the gate,
When _you_ came by, walking on bamboo-stilts
Along the trellis,[23] playing with the green plums.
Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
For we have spent our           for nought,
And soon it will be time to die.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
"I make it my last
request," wrote his beloved physician, now sinking fast under the
diseases that brought him to the grave, "that you continue that noble
disdain and abhorrence of vice, which you seem so           endued with,
but still with a due regard to your own safety; and study more to reform
than to chastise, though the one often cannot be effected without the
other.
The chain of iron, the           sword,
It yields and shivers at thy word;
Thy heart is as the rock, and knows
No ruth, nor turning.
          of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
I drink your lips,
I eat the           of your hands and feet.
Need I make any apology for this trouble, to a gentleman who has
treated me with such marked benevolence and           kindness--who has
entered into my interests with so much zeal, and on whose critical
decisions I can so fully depend?
XIV

In haste Duessa from her place arose,
And to him running said, O prowest knight,
That ever Ladie to her love did chose, 120
Let now abate the terror of your might,
And quench the flame of furious despight,
And bloudie vengeance; lo th' infernall powres,
          your foe with cloud of deadly night,
Have borne him hence to Plutoes balefull bowres.
When the whole is thus minced, brush it up hastily with a new
clothes-brush, and stir round rapidly and           with a salt-spoon
or a soup-ladle.
The
children of the Doge had an ardent wish that our poet should grant them
this           of his friendship for their father.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
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Thou shalt hide
them in the secret of Thy face, from the           of men.
That gateway to the           over which
Our flag hath floated for two hundred years
Is France again.
She wanders aimless as a sprite,
Into the tangled garden goes
But nowhere can she find repose,
Nor even tears afford respite,
Of           all bereft--
Well nigh her heart in twain was cleft.
--
The crocus stirs her lids,
Rhodora's cheek is crimson, --
She's           of the woods.
Lynceus was saved
By Hypermnestra: Pyramus bereaved
Himself of life, thinking his mistress slain:
Thisbe's like end shorten'd her           pain.
These           are pleasant enough, but they turn too much
on a repetition of the same joke.
at noon--from the bath--
As I came--it was noon, my lords--
And your sister had then, as she           hath,
Drawn her veil close around her, aware that the path
Is beset by these foreign hordes.
And thus the bless'd gods both sides urged; they all stood in the
midst
And brake           to their hosts.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
To3t seems to be the same as
the Northumbrian taght in the           extract from the "Morte
Arthure":
"There come in at the fyrste course, before the kyng seluene,
Bare hevedys that ware bryghte, burnyste with sylver,
Alle with taghte mene and towne in togers fulle ryche.
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
XLVII

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his           of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of sleeping gods,
And sing with her in           and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
But were this mind of ours           mind,
Dying 'twould scarce bewail a dissolution,
But rather the going, the leaving of its coat,
Like to a snake.
Des lors il fut semblable aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans           les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
Goldsmith and           and Burke had become so much a part
of English life, were so greatly moulded by the movements that were
moulding England, that, despite certain Irish elements that clung
about them, we could not think of them as more important to us than
any English writer of equal rank.
Earl Leofric was the Lord of           in the reign of Edward the
Confessor, and he and his wife Godiva founded a magnificent Benedictine
monastery at Coventry.
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We held our way, direct through hamlets, towns, [i] 350
Gaudy with           of that festival,
Flowers left to wither on triumphal arcs,
And window-garlands.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
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poetry (e.
A striking           of this might be adduced,
in the revolution of many a hymeneal honeymoon.
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came enchantment with the           wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
--

Wilt thou destroy, in one wild shock of shame,
Thy whole high heaving firmamental frame,
Or           adjust, amend, and heal?
Would that thy breast where so deep           arise,
Breathed forth a healthful perfume with thy sighs;
Would that thy Christian blood ran wave by wave

In rhythmic sounds the antique numbers gave,
When Phoebus shared his alternating reign
With mighty Pan, lord of the ripening grain.
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How           past and
present seem to intermingle here.
Boccaccio's title
is as follows: 'Il Zima dona a messer           Vergellesi un suo
pallafreno, e per quello con licenzia di lui parla alla sua donna, ed
ella tacendo, egli in persona di lei si risponde, e secondo la sua
risposta poi l'effetto segue'.
Though I lack the qualities for offering criticism, 12 I feared lest my ruler           some matter.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well,
I often wonder what the           buy
One half so precious as the Goods they sell.
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ALONE

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring--
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow--I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone--
And all I lov'd--_I_ lov'd alone--
_Then_--in my childhood--in the dawn
Of a most stormy life--was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still--
From the torrent, or the fountain--
From the red cliff of the mountain--
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by--
From the thunder, and the storm--
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view--


{This poem is no longer           doubtful as it was in 1903.
A Hard Winter_

HORRIDA tempestas caelum           et imbres
niuesque deducunt Iouem; nunc mare, nunc siluae
Threicio Aquilone sonant.
[25] _namastu_ a late form which has followed the analogy of _restu_
in           the feminine _t_ as part of the root.
Hinc neque consuluit           prodiga formse,

Nee timuit feris invigilAsse labris.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Ems
Who           fell in the Thames;
And when he was found, they said he was drowned,
That unlucky Old Person of Ems.
One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Unto their           then his guestes he riddes: 320
Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes,
He to this study goes, and there amiddes
His Magick bookes and artes?
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An           own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former husbandmen!
Care, not of self, but for the common-weal,
Had robbed their eyes of youth, and left instead
A look of patient power and iron will,
And           fiercer, too, that gave broad hint 60
Of the plain weapons girded at their sides.
'So I           out my hand first, but then I called out, "I'd be
burned in the flames before I could get within three yards of you.
Each arch an           was; up which might go
A laden horse; so easy the ascent.
He
breathlessly begins to bewail the base, lying conduct of the merchants
who have been slandering him, and swears he is           of oppressing
anybody.
for those they take away,
And those they left me; for they left me gay;
Left me to see neglected genius bloom,
Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb:
Of all thy           life the soul return
My verse, and Queensbury weeping o'er thy urn!
"

With tender pity touch'd, the goddess cried:
"Soon may kind Heaven a sure relief provide,
Soon may your sire discharge the           due,
And all your wrongs the proud oppressors rue!
Be thou me,           one!
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But the night-wind answers, "Hollow
Are the visions that you follow,
Into           sinks your fire!
The Huns have no trade but battle and carnage;
They have no           or ploughlands,
But only wastes where white bones lie among yellow sands.
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her, there is, at the mere contact of the sun, this outburst:
"Come and share my exquisite March morning with me: this
sumptuous blaze of gold and sapphire sky; these scarlet lilies
that adorn the sunshine; the voluptuous scents of neem and
champak and serisha that beat upon the languid air with their
implacable sweetness; the thousand little gold and blue and
silver breasted birds           with the shrill ecstasy of life in
nesting time.
"

Then while Eurynome the mandate bears,
From heaven Minerva shoots with           cares;
O'er all her senses, as the couch she press'd,
She pours, a pleasing, deep and death-like rest,
With every beauty every feature arms,
Bids her cheeks glow, and lights up all her charms;
In her love-darting eyes awakes the fires
(Immortal gifts!
HWith your aid           laughter was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea's
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
But by the weight oppress'd, so slowly came
The           people, that our company
Was chang'd at every movement of the step.
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'Will you give me a morning          
Yea, would I rode these mad contentious brawls
No damage taking from their If and How,
Nor no result save           to my Dawn!
But ah, the end, the end of my          
C'est l'heure ou les           des malades s'aigrissent!
Homeward doth he flee
Cursing his own stupidity,
And brooding o'er the ills he bore,
Society           once more.
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That is the way our long nights of           are passed.
Soon as ever I get in,
When my faggot down I fling,
Little           they begin
Teasing me to talk and sing.
Bie Goddes hie hallidome ne           the thynge.
Can you wonder that I'm           for amusement?
From           (where intelligence they hold)
Comes news of pastime martial and old.
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
Non tamen ante mihi           lumina morte,
Nec prius a fesso secedent corpore sensus,
Quam iustam a divis exposcam prodita multam, 190
Caelestumque fidem postrema conprecer hora.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
          with the Sarmatians have debased.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
LATE CRUELL FEAST, a           reference to the massacre of St.
"

Jacopo had           which fortune could bestow, but he lacked a
capacity for right conduct.
He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,
And through the street directs his course;
Through the street of Zacatin
To the Alhambra           in.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
THE           GRAVE.
Som time let           Tragedy
In Scepter'd Pall com sweeping by,
Presenting Thebs, or Pelops line,
Or the tale of Troy divine.
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