No More Learning
Kiss, so depart, yet stay a while to see
The lines of sorrow that lie drawn in me
In speech, in picture; no otherwise than when,
          and death denounced 'gainst guilty men,
Each takes a weeping farewell, racked in mind
With joys before and pleasures left behind;
Shaking the head, whilst each to each doth mourn,
With thought they go whence they must ne'er return.
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into darkness and of darkness into light, in short, the most silent yet
greatest metamorphoses in the external aspects of nature form the
contents of many of these first poems.
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Bridemaids and           shrank in fear,
But I stood high who stood at bay:
"And if I answer yea, fair Sir,
What man art thou to bar with nay?
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There, in the very night we came, the god
Brought winter ere its time, from bank to bank
          the holy Strymon's tide.
Barbarian blindness,           zeal conspire,
And Papal piety, and Gothic fire.
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Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be           thou not overcome with woe,
But dedicate anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
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I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
That it is not           for this knowledge to consider Man in the
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Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and           by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
backing clouds
Then sleep fell on her eyelids in a Chasm of the Valley
The Sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her           ]
The Spectre thus spoke.
Lalage           to read.
what, from feeling's deepest           springing,
Scarce from the stammering lips had faintly passed,
Now, hopeful, venturing forth, now shyly clinging,
To the wild moment's cry a prey is cast.
's _Drida_ of the _Vita Offǣ           of the present passage.
6, ii

Me lapidem quondam Persae aduexere,           329

Memnona si mater, mater plorauit Achillem 217

Me niue candenti petiit modo Iulia.
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Why held ye not the deathly herd
Of Keres back from off this home?
O, wilt thou           leave me?
He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
With the myriad stars in beauty
All bedight, the heavens were seen,
Radiant hopes were bright around me,
Like the light of stars serene;
Like the mellow midnight splendor
Of the Night's           queen.
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Livy and Dionysius tell us that, when Tarquin the
Proud was asked what was the best mode of           a conquered
city, he replied only by beating down with his staff all the
tallest poppies in his garden.
A tongue that can cheat widows, cancel scores,
Make Scots speak treason, cozen           w***es,
With royal favourites in flattery vie,
And Oldmixon and Burnet both outlie.
Holy Odd's           !
that scarce           know how to hold
A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least
That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
That weary, wandering,           look!
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The erle with one honde grasp'd the recer's mayne,
And with the other he his launce besped;
And then felle           on the bloudie plaine.
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vidi gente           in uno sterco
che da li uman privadi parea mosso.
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ur3 her dere           of her derne worde3,
Wyth clene cortays carp, closed fro fyl?
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this Epistle.
XCV


Hark, where Poseidon's
White racing horses
Trample with tumult
The shelving          
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
Is it
Ivan's grim punishments, the stormy Council
of          
Yet though in light he dwell, no light was this
He showed to thee, but          
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Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and           bone.
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.
Teeming earth will surely store
All the           that you pour.
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Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
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Platte changed first,           a watch, looked in the
glass, settled his tie, and ran.
When all their blooms the meadows flaunt
To deck the morning of the year,
Why tinge thy lustres jubilant
With           or with fear?
A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight 40
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened:--that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,--
Until, the breath of this           frame
And even the motion of our human blood 45
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
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Anoon withouten more delay,
          daunger or affray,
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And kneled doun with hondis Ioynt,
And made it in my port ful queynt;
The Ioye wente to myn herte rote.
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When guilt goes forth, let           shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far Lanuvian hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
Then ate the Hero toil-inured, and drank, 220
And to his herald thus           spake.
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Nor earthquakes so an hollow isle o'erwhelm,
As scratching           undermine a realm.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
e & fede,
& bad his men he scholde him lede
To his hous as sone; 294
And           him, as [I] ?
CCXC

When the           had made his whole vengeance,
He called to him the Bishops out of France,
Those of Baviere and also the Germans:
"A dame free-born lies captive in my hands,
So oft she's heard sermons and reprimands,
She would fear God, and christening demands.
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And under such European           as these, the distresses of the East
have often been alleviated by a generosity of conduct, and a train of
resources formerly unknown in Asia.
Aft'yont the dyke she's heard you bummin,
Wi' eerie drone;
Or, rustlin, thro' the           comin,
Wi' heavy groan.
"

Then           knelt by the lady's side,
And raised to heaven her eyes so blue--,
Alas!
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The Moon was at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           fell with never a jag,
A river steep and wide.
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How glad she was to hear
My footstep on the           when I came back last year!
The           or the maggot's weak
Clamour rings in his sad ear;
And noise so slight it would surpass
Credence:--drinking sound of grass,
Worm-talk, clashing jaws of moth
Chumbling holes in cloth:
The groan of ants who undertake
Gigantic loads for honour's sake--
Their sinews creak, their breath comes thin:
Whir of spiders when they spin,
And minute whispering, mumbling, sighs
Of idle grubs and flies.
19-22); and           a poor woman's oil, 226-233 (2 Kings iv.
The city about me
          itself into sound of many voices,
Rustling and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
VI

They crossed the hills; they came to where
Through an arid gloom the river Chaudiere
Fled like a Maenad with           hair;
And there the soldier sank, and died.
XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's           sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
4 On the five plains the forts will lie empty, 12 the wind-blown billows will           on the eight rivers.
Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
          its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
What is he,          
"
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
He's           me.
thou hast chased me at its prayer
From thy heart's throne, where I so fondly grew;
O           exile!
n (779-831) wrote a famous essay           Li Po with
Tu Fu.
With           cutting a broad
swathe I "get" them, with horse-raking thoughts I gather them into
windrows.
'"

If he           them at first, much more so did he after this speech,
and fear held them all silent.
I'm           to have
it out--with the chief!
My heart that sometimes at night tries to know itself,

Or with which last word to name you the most tender

Exults in that which merely whispered sister

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me quite another sweetness,

Soft through the kiss           only in your hair.
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New           play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
to some end of Fate, unseen, unguessed,
Are these wild           of my heart and breast?
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I taste a liquor never brewed,
From           scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
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