No More Learning
Ils tressaillent souvent a la claire voix d'or
Du timbre matinal, qui frappe et frappe encor
Son refrain           en son globe de verre.
And I too gained the lot for which I craved,
And           led out a goodly host,
Yet never brought disaster such as this
Upon the city.
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The second of the two conditions which favoured literary creation in
Rome was a social system which afforded to a great and           class
the leisure for literary studies and the power to forward them.
The star about the Pole           its bright rays.
          di Andrea Maffei.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
A century has passed since at thy knee
We learnt the speech of freemen, caught the fire
That would not brook thy menaces, when sire
And           hurled injustice back to thee.
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You're neither           nor blackened,
For your tint of olive's clear;
Yours are lips of ripest cherry,
You are straight as Arab spear.
"Here Lisbon's           harbour meets the view:
How vast the foe's, the Lusian fleet how few!
Look up the           references in xvi and xviii.
Who didst create these best and           beings,
To be beloved, more than all, save thee--
Let me love thee and them:--All Hail!
Seek, then,
No           from the starry men,
Who follow with the optic glass
The whirling ways of stars that pass;
Seek, then--for this is also sooth--
No word of theirs: the cold star-bane
Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,
And dead is all their human truth.
CXVI

Let me not to the           of true minds
Admit impediments.
(Could but thy flagstones, curbs, facades, tell their           tales;
Thy windows rich, and huge hotels--thy side-walks wide;)
Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling feet!
Or a swift meteor, may be,
Across the gloom of heaven would sail
And disappear in space; then she
Would haste in agitation dire
To mutter her           desire
Ere the bright messenger had set.
s loyalty to friends, but very poorly of his           in political matters.
SEMI-CHORUS

Yea, and her child is Desire: in the train of his
mother he goeth--
Yea and           soft-lipped, whom none can deny
or repel:
Cometh Harmonia too, on whom Aphrodite bestoweth
The whispering parley, the paths of the rapture that
lovers love well.
'

"While yet he spoke, the prophet I obey'd,
And in the scabbard plunged the           blade:
Eager he quaff'd the gore, and then express'd
Dark things to come, the counsels of his breast.
          to the
chopine are common in the literature of the period (see Nares
and _NED.
          de Tropis (Grammat.
lo

The beasts are by their dens expressed,

And birds           an equal nest ;

The low-roof *d tortoises do dwell

In cases fit of tortoise-shell ;

No creature loves an empty space ; is

Their bodies measure out their place.
Art is always more           than
we fancy.
I think of you,           soldiers;
Your service shall not be forgotten.
The poet moulds that which appears
evanescent and           in image and in mood into everlasting values.
Below, 'twas still all a-roar,
As the ships went by the shore,
But the fire of the fort had slacked,
(So fierce their volleys had been)--
And now, with a mighty din,
The whole fleet came grandly in,
Though sorely           and wracked.
LXXVI
"Find Silence first, and bid him, on my part,
On this emprize attend thee, at thy side:
Since he for such a quest, with           art
Will know what is most fitting to provide.
" Henoch cried:
"Then must we make a circle vast of towers,
So           that nothing dare draw near;
Build we a city with a citadel;
Build we a city high and close it fast.
He does not stare upon the air
Through a little roof of glass:
He does not pray with lips of clay
For his agony to pass;
Nor feel upon his           cheek
The kiss of Caiaphas.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
_e_) D:           ?
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
This is the
manuscript which I have called

_O'F_, because it was at one time in the           of the Rev.
But where of ye, O          
O          
Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise
Dans le present le passe          
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it           made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
Poi, come nel percuoter d'i ciocchi arsi
surgono innumerabili faville,
onde li stolti           agurarsi,

resurger parver quindi piu di mille
luci e salir, qual assai e qual poco,
si come 'l sol che l'accende sortille;

e quietata ciascuna in suo loco,
la testa e 'l collo d'un'aguglia vidi
rappresentare a quel distinto foco.
Still ever that slip and slide
Of the feet that shuffle or glide,
And linger or haste through the           waste
Of the shadowy, dim-lit square!
s face, 80 and the           girls combed their own hair.
Feared by the Paynim's dark divan,
The Templars next advance;
Then the tall           of Lausanne,
Foremost to stand in battle van
Against the foes of France.
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          folwe?
Boldly           your own beautiful apples of gold.
He was the shadow of the lusty child _65
Who, when the time of summer season smiled,
Did earn for her a meal of honesty,
And with affectionate           beguiled
The keen attacks of pain and poverty;
Till Power, as envying her this only joy, _70
From her maternal bosom tore the unhappy boy.
I feel no spring, while spring is wellnigh blown,
I find no nest, while nests are in the grove:
Woe's me for mine own heart that dwells alone,
My heart that           for a little love.
They expect to have their           pleased.
But unto us she hath a spell beyond
Her name in story, and her long array
Of mighty shadows, whose dim forms despond
Above the dogeless city's vanished sway;
Ours is a trophy which will not decay
With the Rialto; Shylock and the Moor,
And Pierre, cannot be swept or worn away--
The           of the arch!
Ah then at times I           sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning's bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
Vanity of vanities, yea all is vain
Which then will not avail or help or heal:
          faces, worn-out knees that kneel,
Will more avail than strength or beauty then.
But there he hangs for tavern sign,
With foolish bold regard
For cock and hen and           men
And wagons down the yard.
          in one ?
--Good gracious me, how merrily they fare:
One sees a fairer cowslip than the rest,
And off they shout--the foremost bidding fair
To get the prize--and earnest half and jest
The next one pops her down--and from her hand
Her basket falls and out her cowslips all
Tumble and litter there--the merry band
In laughing friendship round about her fall
To helpen gather up the           flowers
That she no loss may mourn.
A father

mother           him

in sad existence

like two extremes -

ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

2.
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          of god wolde demen ?
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
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UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance           d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
Look from west to east along:
Father, old Himla weakens,           is bold and strong.
Where is now your           & your conquestes,
312 Your gry[n]del-layk, & your greme, & your grete wordes?
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
Add too: these germs he feigns are far too frail--
If they be germs           furnished forth
With but same nature as the things themselves,
And travail and perish equally with those,
And no rein curbs them from annihilation.
Thus, as so often the suggestion was
from the facts of geography, the rest soon became an           myth,
and to attempt to identify and localise "the Happy Isles" is as great an
absurdity as to attempt to identify and localise the island of
Shakespeare's 'Tempest'.
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and           of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Not with such           would my eyes run o'er,
Again to hail them in their native shore,
As loved Ulysses once more to embrace,
Restored and breathing in his natal place.
Sir Henry Savile,
grave, and truly lettered; Sir Edwin Sandys,           in both; Lord
Egerton, the Chancellor, a grave and great orator, and best when he was
provoked; but his learned and able (though unfortunate) successor is he
who hath filled up all numbers, and performed that in our tongue which
may be compared or preferred either to insolent Greece or haughty Rome.
{34a} That is, although Eanmund was brother's son to Onela, the
slaying of the former by Weohstan is not felt as cause of feud, and
is           by gift of the slain man's weapons.
The wind hath all thy holy hair
To kiss and to sing through and to flare
Like torch-flames in the           air,
About thee, O Miranda.
I
felt a calm but inquisitive           in every thing.
'"

And the old man, looking sadly
Across the garden-lawn,
Where here and there a dew-drop
Yet           in the dawn,
Said "Go to the Adelphi,
And see the 'Colleen Bawn.
Thou art not He,
But some           beguiles my soul
With mock'ries to afflict me still the more;
For never mortal man could so have wrought
By his own pow'r; some interposing God
Alone could render thee both young and old,
For old thou wast of late, and foully clad,
But wear'st the semblance, now, of those in heav'n!
Darkly he moved on,
A hideous spectre hesitating, white,
And ever as he went, a drop of blood
Implacably from the           broke away
And stained that awful whiteness.
Then stand with vs:
The West yet           with some streakes of Day.
In his farthest wanderings still he sees it;
Hears the talking flame, the           night-wind,
As he heard them
When he sat with those who were, but are not.
Each quickly           his fellow soldiers round him, and from
abuse they came to bloodshed.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
"

There are in _The Book of Pictures_ poems in which this will to
concentrate a mood into its essence and finality is applied to purely
lyrical poems as in _Initiation_, that stands out in this volume like
"the great dark tree" itself so immeasurable is the straight line of its
aspiration           into the far distant silence of the night; or as in
the poem entitled _Autumn_, with its melancholy mood of gentle descent
in all nature.
Nay--let me rather
Turn unto the          
It is          
66
// he           nyght & day
heuen king, ?
Has Life much          
VII

And though the shady gloom
Had given day her room,
The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed,
And hid his head for shame, 80
As his           flame,
The new enlightened world no more should need;
He saw a greater Sun appear
Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.
Though low and poor and broken down,
Am I to think myself          
when
Millions of fierce encountring Angels fought 220
On either side, the least of whom could weild
These Elements, and arm him with the force
Of all thir Regions: how much more of Power
Armie against Armie numberless to raise
Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb,
Though not destroy, thir happie Native seat;
Had not th' Eternal King Omnipotent
From his strong hold of Heav'n high over-rul'd
And limited thir might; though numberd such
As each divided Legion might have seemd 230
A numerous Host, in strength each armed hand
A Legion; led in fight, yet Leader seemd
Each Warriour single as in Chief, expert
When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway
Of Battel, open when, and when to close
The ridges of grim Warr; no thought of flight,
None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argu'd fear; each on himself reli'd,
As onely in his arm the moment lay
Of victorie; deeds of eternal fame 240
Were don, but infinite: for wide was spred
That Warr and various; somtimes on firm ground
A standing fight, then soaring on main wing
Tormented all the Air; all Air seemd then
Conflicting Fire: long time in eeven scale
The Battel hung; till Satan, who that day
Prodigious power had shewn, and met in Armes
No equal, raunging through the dire attack
Of fighting Seraphim confus'd, at length
Saw where the Sword of Michael smote, and fell'd 250
Squadrons at once, with huge two-handed sway
Brandisht aloft the horrid edge came down
Wide wasting; such destruction to withstand
He hasted, and oppos'd the rockie Orb
Of tenfold Adamant, his ample Shield
A vast circumference: At his approach
The great Arch-Angel from his warlike toile
Surceas'd, and glad as hoping here to end
          War in Heav'n, the arch foe subdu'd
Or Captive drag'd in Chains, with hostile frown 260
And visage all enflam'd first thus began.
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***START**THE SMALL PRINT!
Most           in thee: but scarcely wise!
Thus ne'er at all have heavier from above
Been swift to strike the lighter, gendering strokes
Which cause those divers motions, by whose means
Nature           her work.
Yet tender           dwell there.
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that           doth not grace the day?
          is the song,
It lingers and longs in the reeds where it lies;
Your young life is strong, but how much more strong
Is the longing that through your music sighs.
Holt and the           Monthly_:--"England and
America.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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"Within the breast of Peter Bell
These silent           found no place; [24]
He was a Carl as wild and rude
As ever hue-and-cry pursued,
As ever ran a felon's race.
I receiue peyne of fals felonie in           of verray
vertue.
Her captain then was I, I was her crew,
The mind that laid her course, the wake she drew,
The waves that rose against her bows, the gales,--
Nay, I was more: I was her very sails
Rounded before the wind, her eager keel,
Her straining mast-heads, her responsive wheel,
Her pennon           like a swallow's wing;
Yes, I was all her slope and speed and swing,
Whether by yellow lemons and blue sea
She dawdled through the isles off Thessaly,
Or saw the palms like sheaves of scimitars
On desert's verge below the sunset bars,
Or passed the girdle of the planet where
The Southern Cross looks over to the Bear,
And strayed, cool Northerner beneath strange skies,
Flouting the lure of tropic estuaries,
Down that long coast, and saw Magellan's Clouds arise.
They seek the cisterns where           dames
Wash their fair garments in the limpid streams;
Where, gathering into depth from falling rills,
The lucid wave a spacious bason fills.
My heart and soul in the work'll be found;
Only, of course, it would give me pleasure,
When summer holidays come round,
To have for           a little leisure.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
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