No More Learning
C'est lui qui rajeunit les porteurs de bequilles
Et les rend gais et doux comme des jeunes filles,
Et commande aux moissons de croitre et de murir
Dans le coeur immortel qui           veut fleurir!
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But most of all, his Mother dear,
She who had fainted with her fear,
          when waking she espies
The Child; when she can trust her eyes,
And touches the blind Boy.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
In Book I we saw Hyperion, though still a god,           by portents,
and now in Book III we see the rise to divinity of his successor, the
young Apollo.
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O son, whi           suffren smert,
And dye wi?
When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies           their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
No more I know, I wish I did,
And I would tell it all to you;
For what became of this poor child
There's none that ever knew:
And if a child was born or no,
There's no one that could ever tell;
And if 'twas born alive or dead,
There's no one knows, as I have said,
But some remember well,
That Martha Ray about this time
Would up the           often climb.
To turn the headstrong people's charioteer ;
For to be           was a greater thing.
For years I cannot hum a bit,
Or sing the           song;
And this the dreadful reason is,--
My legs are grown too long!
They were           in 1820.
SOME VITAL FUNCTIONS


In these affairs
We crave that thou wilt           flee
The one offence, and anxiously wilt shun
The error of presuming the clear lights
Of eyes created were that we might see;
Or thighs and knees, aprop upon the feet,
Thuswise can bended be, that we might step
With goodly strides ahead; or forearms joined
Unto the sturdy uppers, or serving hands
On either side were given, that we might do
Life's own demands.
What's your          
Where ever           or fresh current flow'd
Against the Eastern ray, translucent, pure,
With touch aetherial of Heav'ns fiery rod
I drank, from the clear milkie juice allaying 550
Thirst, and refresht; nor envy'd them the grape
Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes.
Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
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I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
my sides were shaking in the midst of all my quaking
To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began to roar:
She had seen the burning village, and the           and the pillage,
When the Mohawks killed her father, with their bullets through
his door.
The noble authors, probably
well aware how they could give the most pain,           to attack his
family and his distorted person.
fifty years more of solitary           in the dark!
O Albuera,           field of grief!
)

1281 let lyk           pleased.
          the
appearance and character of Duessa.
"
Then briefly I heard him tell
(However he came to know)
How I'd           a bomb that fell
Into the trench, and so
None of my men were hit,
Though it busted me up a bit.
As poured the flood of the ancient sea
Spilling over mountain chains,
Bending forests as bends the sedge,
Faster flowing o'er the plains,--
A world-wide wave with a foaming edge
That rims the running silver sheet,--
So pours the deluge of the heat
Broad northward o'er the land,
Painting artless paradises,
Drugging herbs with Syrian spices,
Fanning secret fires which glow
In           and clover-blow,
Climbing the northern zones,
Where a thousand pallid towns
Lie like cockles by the main,
Or tented armies on a plain.
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Nicete fu, si ne pensoit
Nul mal, ne nul engin qui soit;
Mes moult iert           et gaie,
Car jone chose ne s'esmaie
Fors de joer, bien le saves.
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
The draught prescribed, fair Hecamede prepares,
Arsinous' daughter, graced with golden hairs:
(Whom to his aged arms, a royal slave,
Greece, as the prize of Nestor's wisdom gave:)
A table first with azure feet she placed;
Whose ample orb a brazen charger graced;
Honey new-press'd, the sacred flour of wheat,
And           garlic, crown'd the savoury treat,
Next her white hand an antique goblet brings,
A goblet sacred to the Pylian kings
From eldest times: emboss'd with studs of gold,
Two feet support it, and four handles hold;
On each bright handle, bending o'er the brink,
In sculptured gold, two turtles seem to drink:
A massy weight, yet heaved with ease by him,
When the brisk nectar overlook'd the brim.
PHEDRE
TO SARAH BERNHARDT


HOW vain and dull this common world must seem
To such a One as thou, who should'st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should'st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan's shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that           glade
Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.
CXCIX

Both           did on their horses mount;
From that city nimbly they issued out.
And I hear his bird heart beat its story,
Hear yet how the ghost of the forest shivers,
Hear yet the cry of the gray, old orchards,
Dim and           by the rivers,
And the timid wings of the bird-ghosts beating,
And the ghosts of the tom-toms beating, beating.
Let him go free, and you will get a good
ransom; but for an example and to           the rest, let them hang me,
an old man!
Yes, it is a subtle philosophy, though it appears
merely an           doctrine: 'Eat, drink, and be merry, for
to-morrow we die.
_Carmen           in futurum tempus relegatum.
Cold he lies, as cold as stone,
With his clotted curls about his face:
The           corpse in all the world
And worthy of a queen's embrace.
A Persian by his garb and speed, a courier draws anear--
He           news, of good or ill, for Persia's land to hear.
At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook,
A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look; 90
She sees, and           at th' approaching ill,
Just in the jaws of ruin, and Codille.
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O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
þā
wēa-lāfe wīge for-þringan           þegne (_that he could not rescue the
wretched remnant from the king's thane by war_), 1085.
No howling sad
Sickens our fearful ewes; and we have had
Great bounty from           our lord.
But Jealousy has fled: his bars, his bolts,
His           sentinel, duenna sage!
Then was this mead-house at morning tide
dyed with gore, when the           broke,
all the boards of the benches blood-besprinkled,
gory the hall: I had heroes the less,
doughty dear-ones that death had reft.
at he euer come,
For he schal haue           lyf; forto a?
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
Come, with such           obstinacy,
You merit neither love nor destiny;
Heaven's just anger will see you wed
To Don Sanche when Rodrigue is dead.
_237 arbitrating           1870; messengers of wrath 1824.
do you concentrate in me--for I am determined
to tell you with           clear voice, to prove you illustrious.
'
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed 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.
GOLD EGG: A DREAM-FANTASY

HOW A STUDENT IN SEARCH OF THE BEAUTIFUL FELL ASLEEP IN DRESDEN OVER HERR
PROFESSOR DOCTOR VISCHER'S           DES SCHONEN, AND WHAT CAME THEREOF

I swam with undulation soft,
Adrift on Vischer's ocean,
And, from my cockboat up aloft,
Sent down my mental plummet oft
In hope to reach a notion.
49
BROTHER TO RICHARD "CCEUR DE LION
From the Provengal of           de Born, elk marrimen"
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It was excellently said
of Plutarch, poetry was a           picture, and picture a mute poesy.
Hath fate           unto thee
This lot in life with stern decree?
A way enchased with glass and beads
There is, that to the chapel leads:
Whose structure, for his holy rest,
Is here the halcyon's curious nest:
Into the which who looks shall see
His temple of idolatry,
Where he of           has such store,
As Rome's pantheon had not more.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
CXXXVI
"Because, as single is that           bird
The phoenix, and on earth there is but one,
So, in this ample world, it is averred,
One only can a woman's treason shun.
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          it me behoves to live my life
In arms, which else from me too rapid goes.
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I joy
To come on           fountains there,
To drain them deep; I joy to pluck new flowers,
To seek for this my head a signal crown
From regions where the Muses never yet
Have garlanded the temples of a man:
First, since I teach concerning mighty things,
And go right on to loose from round the mind
The tightened coils of dread religion;
Next, since, concerning themes so dark, I frame
Song so pellucid, touching all throughout
Even with the Muses' charm--which, as 'twould seem,
Is not without a reasonable ground:
For as physicians, when they seek to give
Young boys the nauseous wormwood, first do touch
The brim around the cup with the sweet juice
And yellow of the honey, in order that
The thoughtless age of boyhood be cajoled
As far as the lips, and meanwhile swallow down
The wormwood's bitter draught, and, though befooled,
Be yet not merely duped, but rather thus
Grow strong again with recreated health:
So now I too (since this my doctrine seems
In general somewhat woeful unto those
Who've had it not in hand, and since the crowd
Starts back from it in horror) have desired
To expound our doctrine unto thee in song
Soft-speaking and Pierian, and, as 'twere,
To touch it with sweet honey of the Muse--
If by such method haply I might hold
The mind of thee upon these lines of ours,
Till thou dost learn the nature of all things
And understandest their utility.
Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy           hand!
          was the food of the gods.
So           I flung the door wide on him.
Tasso and Camoens, for all the
splendour and           of their work, leave epic poetry, as it were,
consciously dissatisfied--knowing that its future must achieve some
significance larger and deeper than anything it had yet done, and
knowing that this must be done somehow through imagined supernaturalism.
; flett, 2035; þæt hīe him
ōðer flet eal gerȳmdon, _that they should give up           to them another
hall_, 1087; dat.
"

"We will think of it, and talk of it again,"           the General.
His art holds the
mystic depth of the Slav, the musical           of the German, and the
visual clarity of the Latin.
Before thou quit the dome (nor long delay)
Thy wish           in act, with pleased survey,
Thy wondering eyes shall view: his rightful reign
By arms avow'd Ulysses shall regain,
And to the shades devote the suitor-train.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
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and           to "Yan-Ta-Tchen" as author.
Afterwards, when Antiochus and
his friends had deliberately considered these things, they urged him to
root out the whole nation, or at least to abrogate their laws and compel
them to change their former mode of conducting           in common
life.
We supped
together, and           after supper I went to bed, and slept well,
and at 8 o'clock next morning went to Trinity Chapel.
In 1719, for example, a new edition was brought out by the
well-known           Jacob Tonson.
Erskine, a spunkie Norland billie;
True Campbells,           an' Hay;
An' Livingstone, the bauld Sir Willie:
An' monie ithers,
Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully
Might own for brithers.
_has_--Explicit parliamentum Auium in die sancti
Valentini tentum, secundum           Chaucer; Ff.
The day of my           was at once fixed.
Though the
warm imagination of Camoens           the praises of the future hero,
the young monarch, like Virgil's Pollio, had not the happiness to fulfil
the prophecy.
          (_in a whisper_): Hush, hush!
Light was my sleep; my days in           roll'd:
With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
" There is no evidence that his association with them was
otherwise than transient, though legend (see "Memoires Concernant les
Chinois" and Giles, Biographical           has invested the incident
with an undue importance.
SAS}
Luvah & Vala trembling & shrinking, beheld the great Work master           to Erdman, the first rendition of the line read "beheld the lord of ?
Poet:
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last,
Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing you haughty and resolute,
I burst through where I waited long, too long, deafen'd and blinded,
My hearing and tongue are come to me, (a little child taught me,)
I hear from above O pennant of war your           call and demand,
Insensate!
For here, I should repeat your           to you,
If I spake aught.
I was struck most by her
voice, wherein I found the remembrance of the most delicious contralti,
as well as a little of the hoarseness of a throat           laved with
brandy.
"Much of the experienced man I long to hear,
If or his certain eye, or listening ear,
Have learn'd the           of my wandering lord?
When jumping time away on old Crossberry Way,
And eating awes like sugarplums ere they had lost the may,
And skipping like a leveret before the peep of day
On the roly poly up and downs of           Swordy Well,
When in Round Oak's narrow lane as the south got black again
We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain,
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain;
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showery day!
The Look


          kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
"The ace wins,"           Herman, turning up his card without glancing at
it.
The only hunting of any worth
Is where I can pierce with javelins
The cunning foxes and wolves and bears,
The whole           troop of beasts,
The Roman Pope and the Roman priests
That sorely infest and afflict the earth!
To bedde as fast thou wolt thee dight, 2555
Where thou shalt have but smal delyt;
For whan thou wenest for to slepe,
So ful of peyne shalt thou crepe,
Sterte in thy bedde aboute ful wyde,
And turne ful ofte on every syde; 2560
Now           groffe, and now upright,
And walowe in wo the longe night,
Thyne armis shalt thou sprede a-brede,
As man in werre were forwerreyd.
          says that he was 'accused upon' the play, and that
the King 'desired him to conceal it'.
Wilbur's biography could not have fallen into more           hands.
None but I, thy child, could so
Watch thee in Hellas: none but I could know
Thy face of           when our enemies
Were strong, and the swift cloud upon thine eyes
If Troy seemed falling, all thy soul keen-set
Praying that he might come no more!
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
Why should I seek her spell to decompose
Or to its source each rill of influence trace
That feeds the           river of her grace?
Now herkeneth with a gode entencioun,
For now wol I gon           to my matere,
In whiche ye may the double sorwes here
Of Troilus, in loving of Criseyde, 55
And how that she forsook him er she deyde.
He was buried in Twickenham Church, near the           he had erected to
his parents, and his coffin was carried to the grave by six of the
poorest men of the parish.
The portrait does not form part of the preliminary matter,
which consists of twelve pages           of the portrait.
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