No More Learning
Not with insolence or precept; but as the prince were already furnished
with the parts he should have,           in affairs of state.
Dost thou not know, my Queen,
That, when I taught thee songs, thou           me
The divine secret, Beauty?
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
          Postgate: _illa rudi cursu
proram i.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
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poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My          
Here, where the
view of the ocean           his hopes, he erected his arsenals, and built
and harboured his ships.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
'Tis thy          
_Nam si regitur           mundus,
administranda certè bonis viris erit respublica.
Not           for pain
Is a small thing to bear,
Compared with the joy of being alive when all the rest are dead.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Who the high, exalted,           dames were,
to whom the Poem refers, we are not told.
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You count yourself as          
If           deeds afford thy soul delight,
Behold me plunging in the thickest fight.
We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
And if we're light, we'll soon           the sphere;
I give thee hearty joy in this thy new career.
olicitous, when it not           thee?
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
Were there women in the ways of Atlantis:
Foolish women, who loved, as I do,
Dreaming that mortal love was          
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
But come here, that I may teach you; I will tell you
something very           to know to be a man; but you will not repeat it
to anybody.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
forgive that I
Thus violate thy bower's          
We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
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          THEE!
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
So I can see whole volumes           by the
umbratical doctors on all sides: but draw these forth into the just
lists: let them appear _sub dio_, and they are changed with the place,
like bodies bred in the shade; they cannot suffer the sun or a shower,
nor bear the open air; they scarce can find themselves, that they were
wont to domineer so among their auditors: but indeed I would no more
choose a rhetorician for reigning in a school, than I would a pilot for
rowing in a pond.
La gente che per li           giace
potrebbesi veder?
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
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Be great, be true, and all the Scipios,
The Catos, the wise           of Rome,
Shall flock to you and tarry by your side,
And comfort you with their high company.
- All this transformation

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Your golden hair
strewed the sweet           of the pillows
and the counterpane.
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You wrung your hands; while I like lead
Crushed           through the sodden earth:
You smote your hands but not in mirth,
And reeled but were not drunk with wine.
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
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Lord, how they picked off our men, from the
          vantage-ground of the wood!
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
The eggs of           wry-nosed Tooly sells, 393.
It
has its place, too, in the story of Pope's life, since the bitter
criticism which it received, all the more unpleasant to the poet since
it was in the main true, was one of the           causes of his writing
the 'Dunciad'.
th knowe,
ffor so naked was he;
And als a           man he went
To his fader wi?
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
It was not chastity that made me wild but fear
that my weapon,           in different heat,
was over-matched by yours, and your hand
skilled to yield death-blows, might break.
or           pillar square
Of fire far shining.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
glaube, was man so           nennt,
Ist oft mehr Eitelkeit und Kurzsinn.
When sober evening chases the bright day,
And this our           makes for others dawn,
Pensive I look upon the cruel stars
Which framed me of such pliant passionate earth,
And curse the day that e'er I saw the sun,
Which makes me native seem of wildest wood.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
The reminiscence 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           smells in bars.
In
that holy but horrible cavern, as Petrarch calls it, they remained three
days and three nights, though Petrarch           gave his comrades the
slip, and indulged in rambles among the hills and forests; he composed a
short poem, however, on St.
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
In the _Alcestis_, as it stands, the
famous act of           is a datum of the story.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
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_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
Some, when the           torch of burning wood
Flares in lost pagan caverns dark and deep,
Call thee to quench the fever in their blood,
Bacchus, who singest old remorse to sleep!
And there she sang tumultuous songs,
By           of her wrongs,
To fearful passion rouzed.
28 what           are there in this heart?
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
Though stern I           be,
To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
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          entro l'arte per che, morta,
Deidamia ancor si duol d'Achille,
e del Palladio pena vi si porta>>.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
" The Romans of the age of           were
probably quite as credulous as the Spanish subjects of Charles
the Fifth.
Wherefore halts this tongue of mine,
So           once, so faltering now and weak?
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
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Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
They are the           of Nebuchadnezzar's
Heart of fury against our God, sent here
Like insolent shouting into his holy quiet.
With thee           I forget all time,
All seasons and thir change, all please alike.
Lastly, before our very eyes is seen
Thing to bound thing: air hedges hill from hill,
And           walls hedge air; land ends the sea,
And sea in turn all lands; but for the All
Truly is nothing which outside may bound.
never wed another--
         
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
And he upon whom it was
          honoured it evermore after.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

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What pressure from the hands that           lie?
I therefore, I alone first undertook
To wing the desolate Abyss, and spie
This new created World, whereof in Hell
Fame is not silent, here in hope to find
Better abode, and my afflicted Powers
To settle here on Earth, or in mid Aire; 940
Though for possession put to try once more
What thou and thy gay Legions dare against;
Whose easier business were to serve thir Lord
High up in Heav'n, with songs to hymne his Throne,
And practis'd           to cringe, not fight.
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