No More Learning
"
Then quickly spake Orestes: "By the way
We           us in a torrent stream.
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Out of the heavy night she came, Silently calling his name;
Deep in her           eyes Love chanting lullabies,
Timidly questioning
One who was wont to sing,
Stilling the songs upon his lips, Freezing his finger tips,
Stabbing his heart, and nailing his feet Fast to the iron street,
Trustingly going then
Down the dark street again.
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Quam ieiuna pium desideret ara cruorem,
Doctast amisso Laudamia viro, 80
Coniugis ante coacta novi dimittere collum,
Quam veniens una atque altera rursus hiemps
Noctibus in longis avidum saturasset amorem,
Posset ut abrupto vivere coniugio,
Quod scirant Parcae non longo tempore adesse, 85
Si miles muros isset ad Iliacos:
Nam tum Helenae raptu primores Argivorum
Coeperat ad sese Troia ciere viros,
Troia (nefas) commune sepulcrum Asiae Europaeque,
Troia virum et           omnium acerba cinis, 90
Quaene etiam nostro letum miserabile fratri
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Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be           with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!
XXXII

          comes before Marsiliun,
Holding the hand of county Guenelun;
Says to the King "Lord save you, Sire, Mahum
And Apollin, whose holy laws here run!
To alle the develles I me take,
Or elles, god, thou me          
How direct me to perform a          
Farewell old Coila's hills and dales,
Her heathy moors and winding vales;
The scenes where wretched fancy roves,
          past, unhappy loves!
With joy the monarch march'd before,
And found           on the dusty shore,
With whom the firm Athenian phalanx stands;
And next Ulysses, with his subject bands.
And note the case when often
We lack the power to see           things,
Because our eyes are hampered by their light--
With a mere doorway this would happen not;
For, since it is our very selves that see,
No open portals undertake the toil.
_ Now may all fruits be pleasant to thy lips,
          Eve!
          ?
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
Now,
under the influence of nature, he intuitively knows that beauty once
seen and grasped is man's           for ever.
In Justice Overdo's time,
they were the receptacles of           debtors, thieves and
prostitutes.
s sound speeds its morning marker, colors of spring in the ninefold palace make           peaches drunk.
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And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of sleeping gods,
And sing with her in           and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
How Fox and Sheridan          
A myriad leaves,
Like birds that fly the mournful           air.
"
In the evening
The far valleys were           with tiny lights.
He, from his           parted, here must tread
A different journey, for his fraudful theft
Of the great herd, that near him stall'd; whence found
His felon deeds their end, beneath the mace
Of stout Alcides, that perchance laid on
A hundred blows, and not the tenth was felt.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Time has
done its work upon them, and the literary creed of the wits of Queen
Anne's day is as           as their periwigs and knee-breeches.
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And on each pleasant footstep stay,
We           may relate
The progress of this house's fate.
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" acclaim
Of           might well recall the tale.
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
Go to King Arthur's court and tell him that his
kitchen knave sent you, and crave his pardon for           his laws.
Consort revered of          
Some catch           to every mound,
Then lingeringly and slowly move
As if they knew the precious ground
Were opening for their fertile love:
They almost try to dig, they need
So much to plant their thistle-seed.
be-nemdon           mǣre (_as, [how?
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Yes; and in yon field below,
A           years of silenced factions sleep--
The Forum, where the immortal accents glow,
And still the eloquent air breathes--burns with Cicero!
LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The           words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
And if I do, when morning comes,
It is as if a hundred drums
Did round my pillow roll,
And shouts fill all my           sky,
And bells keep saying 'victory'
From steeples in my soul!
In both           the conduct of the AEneid is joined with the
descriptive exuberance of the Odyssey.
FEMMES DAMNEES


A la pale clarte des lampes languissantes,
Sur de profonds coussins tout impregnes d'odeur,
Hippolyte revait aux           puissantes
Qui levaient le rideau de sa jeune candeur.
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Here vaulted rocks impend, dash'd by the waves
Immense of           azure-eyed;
The blessed Gods those rocks, Erratic, call.
"

I           to the branchless pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than seasoned lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
          before him with his whirlwind Sword.
They had           more than
any other people from the war.
]


AN           NEW SONG.
It is the           of life,
of the conditions and the fate of the land.
You enter, in your           wanderings,
The church of Saint Maria Novella.
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rules is very easy.
'T is fit the forest fall,
The steep be graded,
The           tunnelled,
The sand shaded,
The orchard planted,
The glebe tilled,
The prairie granted,
The steamer built.
"




VIII


Aphrodite of the foam,
Who hast given all good gifts,
And made Sappho at thy will
Love so greatly and so much,

Ah, how comes it my frail heart 5
Is so fond of all things fair,
I can never choose between
Gorgo and          
"





The Eye




Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a           veiled
with blue mist.
Secrets from other people's wives are a           luxury in modern life.
Oh may some spark of your           fire, 195
The last, the meanest of your sons inspire,
(That on weak wings, from far, pursues your flights;
Glows while he reads, but trembles as he writes)
To teach vain Wits a science little known,
T' admire superior sense, and doubt their own!
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
_E'nvy_ and _e'nvying_ occur in Campion (1602), and yet
_envy'_           Milton.
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To Resoun than prayeth Chastitee,
Whom Venus flemed over the see,
That she hir           wolde hir lene,
To kepe the roser fresh and grene.
"
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And           the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
The testimony of Horace, though given incidentally,           the
statements of Cato, Valerius Maximus, and Varro.
Come not with           of harm to me!
XXXIV
"So that one city saving, not alone
Will the Parisians bless your helping hand,
Who, sadder than for sorrows of their own,
Timid, afflicted, and disheartened stand;
And their unhappy wives and           moan,
Which share in the same peril, and the band
Or virgins, dedicate to heavenly spouse,
Lest this day frustrate see their holy vows;

XXXV
-- "I say, this city saved from deadly wound,
Not only will Parisians hold you dear;
But habitants of all the countries round:
Nor speak I only of the nations near;
For city there is none on Christian ground.
And foul, or fair, or dark the night,
Their wild-fire lamps are burning bright:
For which full many a daring crime
Is acted in the summer-time;--
When glow-worm found in lanes remote
Is murdered for its shining coat,
And put in flowers, that nature weaves
With hollow shapes and silken leaves,
Such as the           bell,
Serving for lamp or lantern well;
Or, following with unwearied watch
The flight of one they cannot match,
As silence sliveth upon sleep,
Or thieves by dozing watch-dogs creep,
They steal from Jack-a-Lantern's tails
A light, whose guidance never fails
To aid them in the darkest night
And guide their plundering steps aright.
There 's triumph of the finer mind
When truth,           long,
Advances calm to her supreme,
Her God her only throng.
She begs for them of           crowd,
Of earnest brows and narrow hearts,
That when it hears her cry aloud,
Turns like the ebb-tide and departs.
My judges, who appeared to be           to my answers with a certain
good will, were again prejudiced against me by the sight of my
confusion.
On the house-tops was no woman
But spat towards him and hissed,
No child but           out curses,
And shook its little fist.
"That's           one for you," said the Nilghai.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every wandering cloud that trailed
Its raveled fleeces by.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!
I will put in my poems that with you is heroism
upon land and sea,
And I will report all heroism from an           point of view.
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
while a third we bring
Select to Jove, the           king.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
UNA

Roving, roving, as it seems,
Una lights my clouded dreams;
Still for           she is dressed;
We wander far by east and west.
'There is Hawthorne, with genius so shrinking and rare
That you hardly at first see the strength that is there;
A frame so robust, with a nature so sweet,
So earnest, so graceful, so lithe and so fleet, 1000
Is worth a descent from Olympus to meet;
'Tis as if a rough oak that for ages had stood,
With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the wood,
Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe,
With a single anemone trembly and rathe;
His strength is so tender, his           so meek,
That a suitable parallel sets one to seek,--
He's a John Bunyan Fouque, a Puritan Tieck;
When Nature was shaping him, clay was not granted
For making so full-sized a man as she wanted, 1010
So, to fill out her model, a little she spared
From some finer-grained stuff for a woman prepared,
And she could not have hit a more excellent plan
For making him fully and perfectly man.
and           not with thee?
6




XXX

Alfene immemor atque unanimis false sodalibus
iam te nil miseret, dure, tui dulcis          
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That I myself had taught her,
Meant to allay my sister's moans
Like oil on           water:
I rushed to Jones, the lively Jones,
And begged him to escort her.
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FOREWORD
IN the           of some of the deepest literary
thinkers of Germany, Stefan George finds a place as
the greatest poet of the day.
The latter method of
writing the name is apparently           for _d_Gis-bar-aga-(mis);
the fire god _Gibil_ has also the title _Gis-bar_.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed 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           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.
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
To rise 'tis trying,
It           still!
Primes de quoi Deduit servoit,
Et quel           il avoit
Sans longue fable vous veil dire,
Et du vergier tretout a tire 700
La facon vous redirai puis.
is ilk sweuene--
Ich take to           god of heuene-- 36
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--Published 1807


The History of Rob Roy is sufficiently known; his Grave is near the head
of Loch Ketterine, in one of those small Pin-fold-like Burial-grounds,
of neglected and desolate appearance, which the Traveller meets with in
the           of Scotland.
Maisie put her chin in her hands and decided that there could be no
doubt whatever of the           of Dick.
Whatever spirit, careless of his charge,
His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large,
Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, 125
Be stopp'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins;
Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie,
Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye:
Gums and Pomatums shall his flight restrain,
While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain; 130
Or Alum styptics with contracting pow'r
Shrink his thin essence like a rivel'd flow'r:
Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel
The giddy motion of the           Mill,
In fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow, 135
And tremble at the sea that froths below!
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
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