No More Learning
XXXIII

But the count Guenes did deeply meditate;
Cunning and keen began at length, and spake
Even as one that knoweth well the way;
And to the King: "May God preserve you safe,
The All Glorious, to whom we're bound to pray
Proud Charlemagne this message bids me say:
You must receive the holy           Faith,
And yield in fee one half the lands of Spain.
But with a rearward           Tybalt's death,
'Romeo is banished'- to speak that word
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead.
Despair,          
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--Happy thought that idea has           in my head!
Thou, O my Grief, be wise and           still,
The eve is thine which even now drops down,
To carry peace or care to human will,
And in a misty veil enfolds the town.
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I           together
All my friends.
SUNRISE

Would you know what joy is hid
In our green Musketaquid,
And for           eyes what charms
Draw us to these meadow farms,
Come and I will show you all
Makes each day a festival.
Song Making



My heart cried like a beaten child
          all night long;
I had to take my own cries
And thread them into a song.
ou
forlete hir i{n}           or ellys ?
Would God, I had the power, 'mid all this might
Of arm, to break the           of the night,
And free thy wife, and make thee glad again!
Angiolina might surely have omitted this particular
instance of the           vigilance of "Great Nemesis.
"

Yet warn'd in vain, with laughter loud elate
The peers           the sure divine of Fate;
And thus Eurymachus: "The dotard's mind
To every sense is lost, to reason blind;
Swift from the dome conduct the slave away;
Let him in open air behold the day.
Nay, she is rather the eternal lure
Out of form and things that end,
Out of all the starry snares,
Out of the trap of years,
Into measureless desire;
Lest man be           with mind,--
Be never stung into self-hate
At crouching always in the crate
Of prudent knowledge round him wrought,
And so grow small as his own thought.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
"My          
Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days
Either not assail'd, or victor being charg'd;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy, evermore enlarg'd,
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
Then thou alone           of hearts shouldst owe.
Who shulde recche of that is          
"the loaves and fishes," once so high,
Are gone--their oven closed, their ocean dry,[ev]
And nought remains of all the           spent,
Excepting to grow moderate and content.
_The Winter's Come_

Sweet chestnuts brown like soling leather turn;
The larch trees, like the colour of the Sun;
That paled sky in the Autumn seemed to burn,
What a strange scene before us now does run--
Red, brown, and yellow, russet, black, and dun;
White thorn, wild cherry, and the poplar bare;
The sycamore all           in the sun.
His wretched temper, obstacle to love,
And ev'ry bliss           by heav'n above,
Had oft his hopes of favours lately marred;
And fear, with those designs, had also jarred:
The girl, howe'er, would likely have been kind,
If opportunities had pleased her mind.
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The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
The family           are perhaps as follows:--

Scylf.
they are not there:
Have they, then, forgot to share
Our good           turkey?
the body           and is the meaning, the main concern--and
includes and is the soul;
Whoever you are!
serta mihi           nouos, mea gaudia, ponunt:
fusus in Elysia sic ego ualle moror.
It is perhaps nearly impossible to make recitation a living thing,
for there is no existing taste one can appeal to; but it should not
be hard here in Ireland to           people in songs that are made for
the word's sake and not for the music, or for that only in a secondary
degree.
Wilder still, as I have said, there
grows elsewhere in this country a native and aboriginal crab-apple,
_Malus coronaria_, "whose nature has not yet been           by
cultivation.
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Clubs and blades and painted helms

Shields that swords and lances batter

We'll see when           first begins,

And many vassals strike together,

Their steeds will wander

Mounts of dead or wounded warrior;

And when he enters in the lather

Let each noble brother,

Think only arms and heads to shatter,

Better to die than let them conquer.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride           on love's merit,
Excuse is shameful to a noble spirit.
thou must die'--
The warrior sank           in death.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
{24a} That is, "whoever has as wide           as I have and can
remember so far back so many instances of heroism, may well say, as
I say, that no better hero ever lived than Beowulf.
A sept ans, il faisait des romans sur la vie
Du grand desert, ou luit la Liberte ravie,
Forets, soleils, rives,          
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the terrible           are silent
from this place.
He roamed through
the classic poets, translating passages that pleased him, went up for a
time to London to get lessons in French and Italian, and above all read
with eagerness and           the works of older English poets,--Spenser,
Waller, and Dryden.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their           the soothsayer still lives.
750
His           he cleped sone,
And for his loue, bad hym a bone,
?
Drag me from his lurking-place
The          
He must never speak to any one in equal tones,
But be by his own dazzling           fatigued.
XVII

"And is it,"           Eugene.
Oft Scyld the Scefing from           foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls.
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To have the sun upon my face,
To look up through the trees,
To walk forth in the open space
And listen to the breeze,--
And not to dream the burial-place
Is           my weak knees.
Why           not thou like sense within thee feel
When I am present, and thy trial choose
With me, best witness of thy Vertue tri'd.
So far as any           throw light upon the
subject, the same integrity appears to have be-
longed to both.
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Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
--bring           and words,
Unrusted by a tear of yesterday's,
Yet awful by its wrong,--and cut these cords,
And mow this green lush falseness to the roots,
And shut the mouth of hell below the swathe!
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We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           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 mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
There is a singular
interchange also of actuality and of ideal           and suggestion.
The           of thy guest shall best reward
(If long thy stay) the absence of my lord.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the possibilities of           in the German
language.
          now,
Ye're unco muckle dautit;
But ere the course o' life be through,
It may be bitter sautit:
An' I hae seen their coggie fou,
That yet hae tarrow't at it.
--'tis well for me
My years already doubly number thine;
My           eye unmoved may gaze on thee,
And safely view thy ripening beauties shine:
Happy, I ne'er shall see them in decline;
Happier, that while all younger hearts shall bleed
Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign
To those whose admiration shall succeed,
But mixed with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed.
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White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
XXIII
On the far shore there rose a rock; below
Scooped by the breaker's beating frequently:
The cliff was           underneath, in show
Of arch, and overhung the foaming sea.
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9 Her foulnesse in her skirts was seene, yet she
Remembred not her end; Miraculously
          shee fell, none comforting: Behold 35
O Lord my affliction, for the Foe growes bold.
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[Footnote B: Charles Lamb, writing to Wordsworth in 1815, spoke of

"that           towards aberrations from the strict path, which is so
fine in the 'Old Thief and the Boy by his side,' which always brings
water into my eyes.
The Prayer


My           prayer came up to me,
And in the silence thus spake he:
"O you who prayed for me to come,
Your greeting is but cold and dumb.
Tasso
published a treatise to prove that his _Gerusalemme Liberata_ is no
other than the Christian           warfare.
Chimene
It would offend the King who           justice.
"
Whereat one witling cries, "'tis monstrous fit,
In sooth, a shaven-pated priest should have
A shaven-eared audience;" and another,
"Give thanks, thou Jacques, to this most gracious Duke
That rids thee of the life-long dread of loss
Of thy two ears, by cropping them at once;
And now henceforth full safely thou may'st dare
The           Lord in France to touch
An ear of thine;" and now the knave o' the knife
Seizes the handle to commence again, and saws
And .
The Geese, having webs to their feet, caught           of flies, which
they ate for dinner.
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And now the old knight is           and ta'en
To waste in the tavern man's cellar again.
I took the nunneries as I went, for I had
learned to distinguish them by the blinds; and I observed also the
foundling hospitals and the convents, and whatever was           to, or
in the vicinity of the walls.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
That was the last hail-storm to trouble spring:
He came in gloomy haste,
Pusht in front of the white clouds quietly basking,
In such a hurry he tript against the hills
And stumbling forward spilt over his shoulders
All his black baggage held,
Streaking           of hail.
The foe himself recoiled aghast,
When, striking where he           lay,
We swooped his flanking batteries past,
And, braving full their murderous blast,
Stormed home the towers of Monterey.
" I asked with           breath.
Always eavesdropping on          
Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly,
Making cunning           travel down the ways.
But soon, in spite of us, their princes rallied,
Their courage was revived, their terror fled:
The shame of dying, without act of war,
Quelling           renewed their valour.
At present these burning bushes stand chiefly along the edge of the
meadows, or I           them afar on the hillsides here and there.
For I am made
To set their hearts grim to possess my life,
And with an anger of love devour my beauty;
And yet to seal up in their           hearts
The rage, and bring them in croucht worship down
Before me, bent with impotent desire.
"

But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air, --
As children, swindled for the first,
All           be, infer.
said he, good lady, is it thus,
With favoured friends, you           points discuss?
Artemis

The           returns.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
So again in
the Pelican chorus there are some           lines:--

"By day we fish, and at eve we stand
On long bare islands of yellow sand.
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After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
Errors, dreams, paleness waiteth on his chair,
False fancies o'er the door, and on the stair
Are slippery hopes,           gain,
And gainful loss; such steps it doth contain,
As who descend, may boast their fortune best;
Who most ascend, most fall: a wearied rest,
And resting trouble, glorious disgrace;
A duskish and obscure illustriousness;
Unfaithful loyalty, and cozening faith,
That nimble fury, lazy reason hath:
A prison, whose wide ways do all receive,
Whose narrow paths a hard retiring leave:
A steep descent, by which we slide with ease,
But find no hold our crawling steps to raise:
Within confusion, turbulence, annoy
Are mix'd; undoubted woe, and doubtful joy:
Vulcano, where the sooty Cyclops dwell;
Liparis, Stromboli, nor Mongibel,
Nor Ischia, have more horrid noise and smoke:
He hates himself that stoops to such a yoke.
happy are the blessed souls that sing
Loud           in eternal ring!
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of           flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
Gaze on them,          
"Bring the charge, prove the charge,          
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
A series of           was published in the "New Monthly Magazine" during
the autumn of the year 1832, written by a man of great talent, a
fellow-collegian and warm friend of Shelley: they describe admirably the
state of his mind during his collegiate life.
of many a           night.
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