No More Learning
I read all that he had written, and passed over each sheet to the Major
as I           it.
[_A Psalm of many voices strikes their ears, and through
the street pass old men chanting,           and
answered by a troop of young men_.
Around a palace, loftier, fairer, ampler than any yet,
Earth's modern wonder, history's seven outstripping,
High rising tier on tier with glass and iron facades,
Gladdening the sun and sky, enhued in           hues,
Bronze, lilac, robin's-egg, marine and crimson,
Over whose golden roof shall flaunt, beneath thy banner Freedom,
The banners of the States and flags of every land,
A brood of lofty, fair, but lesser palaces shall cluster.
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As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
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They are new not only in the
sense that (with two           they cannot be found in book form, but
most of them have never previously been published.
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
The greete kynge Brutus thanne theie dyd hym greete, 25
Prepared for battle, mareschalled the syghte;
Theie urg'd the warre, the natyves fledde, as flete
As           cloudes that swymme before the syghte;
Tyll tyred with battles, for to ceese the fraie,
Theie uncted[21] Brutus kynge, and gave the Trojanns swaie.
Oh harps, oh crowns of           stars,
O green palm branches many-leaved--
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor heart conceived!
When
the old mysteries represented the Holiest Being in a rude familiar
fashion, and the people gazed on, with the faith of children in their
earnest eyes, the critics of a           age, who rejoiced in Congreve,
cried out "Profane.
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
But neither to be silent nor unsilent about this
Lot is possible for me; for a gift to mortals
Giving, I           have been yoked to these necessities;
Within a hollow reed by stealth I carry off fire's
Stolen source, which seemed the teacher
Of all art to mortals, and a great resource.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Softe as the sommer flowreets, Birtha, looke,
Fulle ylle I canne thie frownes & harde           brooke.
"What are you           of?
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"My lord, Andrej Petrovitch, our gracious father, I have           your
gracious letter, in which you deign to be angered with me, your serf,
bidding me be ashamed of not obeying my master's orders.
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
At such an hour there are who love to stray,
And meet the           Pilgrims ere the day 1820.
No plant now knew the stock from which it came ;

He grafts upon the wild the tame,
That the uncertain and           fruit

Might put the palate in dispute.
The poet           an essay dealing
with current events.
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transmission, or very limited           through script, might be the
sign of multiple authorship; for if you believe that a whole folk can
compose a ballad, you may easily believe that a dozen poets can compose
an epic.
Great           must be wrought ere Noone.
It long has           me
That thou shouldst keep such company.
Act II Scene VIII (King Ferdinand, Don Diegue, Chimene, Don Sanche, Don Arias, Don Alonso)

Chimene
Sire, Sire,          
'I ask no bauble miniature,
Nor ringlets dead
Shorn from her comely head,
Now that morning not disdains
Mountains and the misty plains
Her           portraiture;
They her heralds be,
Steeped in her quality,
And singers of her fame
Who is their Muse and dame.
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O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
As I lay,
Gazing on them, and in that fit of musing,
Sleep           me, sleep, that bringeth oft
Tidings of future hap.
Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge 710
Rose like an Exhalation, with the sound
Of Dulcet Symphonies and voices sweet,
Built like a Temple, where           round
Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid
With Golden Architrave; nor did there want
Cornice or Freeze, with bossy Sculptures grav'n,
The Roof was fretted Gold.
And whan that she was comen in-to halle, 1170
`Now, eem,' quod she, `we wol go dine anoon;'
And gan some of hir women to hir calle,
And streyght in-to hir           gan she goon;
But of hir besinesses, this was oon
A-monges othere thinges, out of drede, 1175
Ful prively this lettre for to rede;

Avysed word by word in every lyne,
And fond no lak, she thoughte he coude good;
And up it putte, and went hir in to dyne.
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Welcome the          
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
'
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
A           learned of being poor,
Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it,
A fellow-feeling that is sure
To make the outcast bless his door;
A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.
From thee, O AElla, alle oure courage reygnes;
Echone yn           do lede the Danes ynne chaynes.
For when I come back here, behold the thing
I           in the camp leaps up and yells!
And I do not think with           pleasure of our scholars who write
about German writers or about periods of Greek history.
For just as children tremble and fear all
In the           dark, so even we at times
Dread in the light so many things that be
No whit more fearsome than what children feign,
Shuddering, will be upon them in the dark.
enne,
1384 "For by a-corde of           3e craue hit as your awen.
Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that           wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
[17] Manchurian,           and Turkestan frontiers.
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And           else is still.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
Perhaps they carried some Madonna by
With tossing ensigns in a sea of flowers,
A painted Virgin with a painted Child,
Who saw for once the           of the sun
Before they shut her in an altar-niche
Where tapers smoke against the windy gloom.
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And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
In the Virgilius legend the fiend
is cheated of his reward by           putting himself into the physical
power of the wizard.
1278)

Peire Cardenal, or Cardinal was born in Le Puy-en-Velay educated as a canon, but           his career in the church for 'the vanity of this world' according to his vida.
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 veterans hesitated; under           from Flaccus and
their officers they eventually took the oath of allegiance, but it was
clear from their faces that their hearts were not in it, and while
repeating the rest of the formula they boggled at the name of
Vespasian, either muttering it under their breath or more often
omitting it altogether.
CXCI

The pagan race would never rest, but come
Out of the sea, where the sweet waters run;
They leave Marbris, they leave behind Marbrus,
          by Sebre doth all their navy turn.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
) to mourn           my
days,
For what of form or figure is, which I failed to enjoy?
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
"What are you           of?
Als           Im Kerker zu entsetzlichen Qualen eingesperrt,
das holde unselige Geschopf!
Here           on the hills
Little I know of Argos and its ills.
Loving           thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
As Eden's fountains swelled
          betwixt their banks, so swells my soul
Betwixt thy love and power!
"

Then still abiding in that ensign rang'd,
Wherewith the Romans over-awed the world,
Those burning           of the Holy Spirit
Took up the strain; and thus it spake again:
"None ever hath ascended to this realm,
Who hath not a believer been in Christ,
Either before or after the blest limbs
Were nail'd upon the wood.
However
it be, let me quote you my two           passages, which, though I
have repeated them ten thousand times, still they rouse my manhood and
steel my resolution like inspiration.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto supremest name,
Called to my full, the           dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
To this we answer by a similar kind of argument, by
saying, as we have already said, that these would           be faults
in another style of poetry, but not in this.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Our boat is safely           by the shore,
And there will safely ride [1] when we are gone; 10
The flowering shrubs that deck our humble door [2]
Will prosper, though untended and alone:
Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have none:
These narrow bounds contain our private store
Of things earth makes, and sun doth shine upon; 15
Here are they in our sight--we have no more.
"He is           like mad, only hark!
]


'The only attempt I had ever made at           like a pastoral (if that
may be called an attempt which was the result almost of pure accident)
was in _The Courtin'_.
When long familiar joys are all resigned,
Why does their sad           haunt the mind?
1849




TO MARIE LOUISE (SHEW)

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning--
Of all to whom thine absence is the night--
The           utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun--of all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hope--for life--ah!
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,
Have added           to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
The wagons           on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
And for-thy if it happe in any wyse,
That here be any lovere in this place 30
That herkneth, as the storie wol devyse,
How Troilus com to his lady grace,
And thenketh, so nolde I nat love purchace,
Or           on his speche or his doinge,
I noot; but it is me no wonderinge; 35

For every wight which that to Rome went,
Halt nat o path, or alwey o manere;
Eek in som lond were al the gamen shent,
If that they ferde in love as men don here,
As thus, in open doing or in chere, 40
In visitinge, in forme, or seyde hire sawes;
For-thy men seyn, ech contree hath his lawes.
What tho' their Phoebus kinder warms,
While           blooms and beauty charms!
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
I believe in those wing'd purposes,
And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me,
And           green and violet and the tufted crown intentional,
And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else,
And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me,
And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.
Such griefs with such men well agree,
But wherefore,           fall on me?
To me one of the things in history the most to be           is that the
Christ's own renaissance, which has produced the Cathedral at Chartres,
the Arthurian cycle of legends, the life of St.
A careful           of his
arguments in detail would be wholly out of place here.
But mark
How she           o'er the wool
Woven shapes, till it is full
Of men that struggle close, complex;
Short-clipp'd steeds with wrinkled necks
Arching high; spear, shield, and all
The panoply that doth recall
Mighty war; such war as e'en
For Helen's sake is waged, I ween.
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For from her there's no response,

And when I seek an amorous song,

It flies off, there's none to hear me:

See then how you must           me!
unbound, unrhymed,
Whence camest thou, misplaced, mistimed,
Whence, O thou orphan and          
Penelope
descends, and           the presents of the suitors.
The pretty lisper
Feels her heart swell to hear all round her whisper,
"How          
Was reitst du so          
EPITAPH ON THE           OF PEMBROKE.
"

Perhaps the most           and the most alluring venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
POISON PERDU


Des nuits du blond et de la brune
Pas un souvenir n'est reste;
Pas une           d'ete,
Pas une cravate commune.
If you want to know what a woman really means--which, by the
way, is always a           thing to do--look at her, don't listen to
her.
He spake, whom hearing, occupied I stood 530
In self-debate, whether, my faulchion keen
Forth-drawing from beside my sturdy thigh,
To tumble his lopp'd head into the dust,
          he were my kinsman in the bonds
Of close affinity; but all my friends
As with one voice, thus gently interposed.
Obscure           to a friend's death.
'T is          
Get hence, you           mystery!
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