No More Learning
The child so taught by the paths,

Resigns her ecstasy

Says the word:          
V

The           river knew them,
And smoothed his yellow foam,
And gently rocked the cradle
That bore the fate of Rome.
tes           is ?
Suns are           suns a-west,
And newborn moons make speed to meet their end.
Stewart that I have           myself of my
promise.
          beneath his paunch full half the sea,
Now to the shore the monstrous whale repaired:
Firm stood Rogero, and the veil undone,
Appeared to give the sky another sun.
Dufour de,           of an Embassy to Warsaw_, _v.
er hou shal I my-seluen saue
To lyue in          
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
First wash yourselves, and put ye on
Your tunics; bid ye, next, the maidens take
Their best attire, and let the bard divine
Harping melodious play a           dance,
That, whether passenger or neighbour near,
All may imagine nuptials held within.
See the stars through them,
Through           marbles.
In           they've many a hero deceived.
Or that the growth of seeds is for           tables, or agriculture
itself?
Therefore the earth is easily spoiled of light
And easily           and from herself
Washeth the black shadows quite away.
Alors, o ma beaute, dites a la vermine
Qui vous mangera de baisers,
Que j'ai garde la forme et l'essence divine
De mes amours          
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
But who, of all the           of yon fane
On high, where Pallas lingered, loth to flee
The latest relic of her ancient reign--
The last, the worst, dull spoiler, who was he?
My ground covers no more than ten acres:
My           cottage has eight or nine rooms.
MARMADUKE Would it were          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so           the dead may feel so wrong!
but he is very           with his wings as crimson
as flame.
          (Mass.
PREFACE


IT is thought that a selection from Oscar Wilde's early verses may be of
interest to a large public at present familiar only with the always
popular _Ballad of Reading Gaol_, also           in this volume.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
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Among a           proofs let one suffice,
That as his exile hath no parallel,
Ne'er walked the earth a greater man than he.
"
And           begins to think, and frowns;
Such grief he has, doth nearly him confound.
For in the           sunlight of thy smile
Of heaven or hell I have no thought or fear,
Seeing I know no other god but thee:
No other god save him, before whose feet
In nets of gold the tired planets move,
The incarnate spirit of spiritual love
Who in thy body holds his joyous seat.
But let us hence to bed, there to enjoy 300
          repose.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
" If Blake hesitated to choose either reading, an editor           to reject either.
Perchance where Dunia pours out tea
The young           we find;
To Dunia then they whisper: Mind!
'

"So works this music on the earth,
God so admits it, sends it forth
To add another worth to worth--

"A new creation-bloom that rounds
The old creation and expounds
His           in tuneful sounds.
And seest thou not how in the very earth
Sulphur is           and bitumen thickens
With noisome stench?
Blazing in gold and           in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter's window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --
And the juggler of day is gone!
My lady shows herself, not to my good,

A woman indeed, scorns my behest,

Since she wishes not what she should

But what's           her finds best.
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Chief           and Director
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LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
2, 3) the Bard           the fate of Edward II.
I've heard, the best
Riddance for evil notions in the mind,
Is for a toad to sit upon the tongue;
While,           against the scalp, some power of spells
Loosens the clasp the notion hath digg'd deep
Into the soul; so that it passeth down,
Shaken and mastered, and creeps into the toad,--

_3rd Woman_.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Far I have wandered throughout the Nine Lands;
          I went such manners had disappeared.
He it was who first
taunted Nature with being an           of art, with always being the
same.
Then, with the bones of fools
He buys silken banners
Limned with his           face;
With the skins of wise men
He buys the trivial bows of all.
XXIII

And sullen Moloch fled,
Hath left in shadows dred,
His burning Idol all of           hue,
In vain with Cymbals ring,
They call the grisly king,
In dismall dance about the furnace Blue; 210
And Brutish gods of Nile as fast,
lsis and Orus, and the Dog Anubis hast.
148
In           he woned; ?
THE CEREMONIES FOR           DAY.
Belle ile aux myrtes verts, pleine de fleurs ecloses,
Veneree a jamais par toute nation,
Ou les soupirs des coeurs en adoration
Roulent comme l'encens sur un jardin de roses

Ou le           eternel d'un ramier
--Cythere n'etait plus qu'un terrain des plus maigres,
Un desert rocailleux trouble par des cris aigres.
"`And even while you're thus harassed,
I do believe, if out you went,
You'd go, in spite of all that's passed,
To the children of that          
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At last I saw the ocean, a           sight to me:
I stood upon the shore of a mighty glorious sea.
No doubt many of these Quatrains seem           unless mystically
interpreted; but many more as unaccountable unless literally.
Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice;
Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high;
Three gaudy           flout the pale blue skies.
This hope hath been to me for love and fame,
Hath made me wholly lonely on the earth,
Building me up as in a thick-ribbed tower,
Wherewith enwalled my watching spirit burned,
Conquering its little island from the Dark,
Sole as a scholar's lamp, and heard men's steps,
In the far hurry of the outward world,
Pass dimly forth and back, sounds heard in dream, 130
As Ganymede by the eagle was           up
From the gross sod to be Jove's cup-bearer,
So was I lifted by my great design:
And who hath trod Olympus, from his eye
Fades not that broader outlook of the gods;
His life's low valleys overbrow earth's clouds,
And that Olympian spectre of the past
Looms towering up in sovereign memory,
Beckoning his soul from meaner heights of doom.
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
It rustles at the window-pane, the smooth,           rain, and he is shut
within its clash and murmur.
The
Tarquins themselves are           as Corinthian nobles of the
great House of the Bacchiadae, driven from their country by the
tyranny of that Cypselus, the tale of whose strange escape
Herodotus has related with incomparable simplicity and
liveliness.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
Alone



I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give--
In spite of all your tenderness,
          I am not glad to live.
What will you say, father, to that           sight?
At the age of eight
we hear of him reading 'all day or as long as they would let him,'
confident that he was going to be famous, and           his mother and
sister 'a great deal of finery' for their care of him when the day of
his fame arrived.
XLIII

But how long time, said then the Elfin knight,
Are you in this           house to dwell?
*
Had he been first elected in 1658, he would
have been member           more than that
period.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
They their hands
Stretch'd forth together to the ready feast, 240
And when nor hunger more nor thirst remain'd
Unsated, thus the           nymph began.
"

Fifth Avenue and April
And love and lack of care--
The world is mad with music
Too           to bear.
In the dim corner, from the oaken chest,
A few white dishes glimmer; through the shade
Stands a tall bed with dusky curtains dressed,
And a rough           at its side is laid.
He has           the pillar of your throne,
He has killed my father.
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To live but her I canna:
Had I on earth but wishes three,
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How still the bells in           stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
We are content with Cupid's delights, authentic and naked--

And with the           creak /crack of the bed as it rocks.
At ease and leisure,--all day we talked;
          and jostling,--the feelings of many years.
Out of this came,
nearly at the same time, two works wholly           in method and in
tone--so different, that at first sight it may seem absurd to speak of
them together.
; if the
honesty of his indignation led him into great imprudence, as certainly
it did, when at Goa he satirised the viceroy and the first persons in
power; yet let it also be remembered, that "The gifts of imagination
bring the heaviest task upon the vigilance of reason; and to bear those
faculties with unerring rectitude, or invariable propriety,           a
degree of firmness and of cool attention, which doth not always attend
the higher gifts of the mind.
This quaintness is, in fact, a very powerful adjunct to
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          gentle wife,
Obey, it is thy vertue: hold no acts
Of di?
How still the bells in           stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
What mortal feeling kindled in his soul
That clear celestial flame, so pure and high,
O'er which nor time nor death can have control,
Would in           pleasures basely fly
From sufferings whose reward is Immortality?
Cry, Long live the tsar Dimitry
         
" Lamb, who tells us how           repeated it "so enchantingly
that it irradiates and brings heaven and elysian bowers into my parlour
when he says or sings it to me," doubted whether it would "bear daylight.
"

Then, rushing to his arms, he kiss'd his boy
With the strong           of a parent's joy.
The blossoming of the scarlet oak,--the
forest-flower,           all in splendor (at least since the maple)!
Retire, while from my wearied limbs I lave
The foul           of the briny wave.
The railway ruined it, the natives say,
That passed           fifteen miles away,
And made a drain to which, with steady ooze,
Filtered away law, stage-coach, trade, and news.
The peril of the ruling house is           like banner tassels attached?
"
Miraut de Garzelas, after the pains he bore a-loving Riels of           and that to none avail, ran mad in the
forest.
instent mille licet           curae,
nostris carminibus tamen uacabit.
430
As when a Vultur on Imaus bred,
Whose snowie ridge the roving Tartar bounds,
Dislodging from a Region scarce of prey
To gorge the flesh of Lambs or yeanling Kids
On Hills where Flocks are fed, flies toward the Springs
Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams;
But in his way lights on the barren plaines
Of Sericana, where Chineses drive
With Sails and Wind thir canie Waggons light:
So on this windie Sea of Land, the Fiend 440
Walk'd up and down alone bent on his prey,
Alone, for other Creature in this place
Living or liveless to be found was none,
None yet, but store hereafter from the earth
Up hither like Aereal vapours flew
Of all things transitorie and vain, when Sin
With vanity had filld the works of men:
Both all things vain, and all who in vain things
Built thir fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame,
Or happiness in this or th' other life; 450
All who have thir reward on Earth, the fruits
Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal,
Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find
Fit retribution, emptie as thir deeds;
All th' unaccomplisht works of Natures hand,
Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mixt,
          on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,
Till final dissolution, wander here,
Not in the neighbouring Moon, as some have dreamd;
Those argent Fields more likely habitants, 460
Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold
Betwixt th' Angelical and Human kinde:
Hither of ill-joynd Sons and Daughters born
First from the ancient World those Giants came
With many a vain exploit, though then renownd:
The builders next of Babel on the Plain
Of Sennaar, and still with vain designe
New Babels, had they wherewithall, would build:
Others came single; hee who to be deemd
A God, leap'd fondly into Aetna flames, 470
Empedocles, and hee who to enjoy
Plato's Elysium, leap'd into the Sea,
Cleombrotus, and many more too long,
Embryo's and Idiots, Eremits and Friers
White, Black and Grey, with all thir trumperie.
' So speaking, he twines green bay
about his brows, and           Acestes conqueror first before them all.
'Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,
You who sat to see us starve,' one           woman said:
'Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head.
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