No More Learning
Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought
The close           of the Virgin's thought; 140
As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd,
He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her mind,
Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her art,
An earthly Lover lurking at her heart.
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair           toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt perfumes with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
My Lud, if ever
Their ledgers are           true
Which of the pair?
With unladen breasts,
Save of blown self-applause, they proudly mount
To their spirit's perch, their being's high account,
Their tiptop nothings, their dull skies, their thrones--
Amid the fierce           tones
Of trumpets, shoutings, and belabour'd drums,
And sudden cannon.
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet           of all things made, 10
And the serenity of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
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[The vehement           of this poem is but a small part of its
merit.
"

Thankless too for peace,
(Peace long preserved by fleets and           seas)
Secure from actual warfare, we have loved
To swell the war-whoop, passionate for war!
Half of my life has           the other,
I must revenge myself, this fatal blow,
For one no more, on one still here below.
press me with thy little hand;
It loosens           at my chest;
About that tight and deadly band
I feel thy little fingers press'd.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls,           by that ancient instance

Of fraternal strife, a sure foundation.
Horace           the noise and tumult of a
city life, and then says,

Scriptorum chorus omnis amat nemus, et fugit urbes.
gelocen           = (1) _spell-bound_ (Th.
FAUST:
Suss          
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
_Hee is iealous about his_ ring, _and_ Mere-craft           it.
John mingles with my           bowl
The feast of reason and the flow of soul:
And he, whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines,
Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines
Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain,
Almost as quickly as he conquered Spain.
him at least thy love hath taught to sing,

And he hath been with thee at Thessaly,
And seen white           fleet of foot
In passionless and fierce virginity
Hunting the tusked boar, his honied lute
Hath pierced the cavern of the hollow hill,
And Venus laughs to know one knee will bow before her still.
1886), sed duodecim
fere locos attulit ex eius           siue in opusculis post impressos,
siue in Vergili codice quodam enotatos quem itinerum comitem secum
habebat (De Nolhac _Petrarque et l'Humanisme_, p.
The           University Press:--"To France," by Herbert Jones, from _A
Book of Princeton Verse_.
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
Free of his           errors now, returning,
No unworthy obstacle would there delay him:
Ending his fatal inconstancy by her prayers, 25
Phaedra no longer has any such rival to fear.
24 _Alii
dicunt hoc amplius, Ptolemaeum Beronices patrem multitudine
hostium perterritum, fuga salutem petiisse, filiam autem saepe
consuetam insiliisse in equum et reliquam exercitus copiam
constituisse et complures hostium interfecisse: pro quo etiam
Callimachus eam           dixit_
27 _atne_ BLa1 || _quo_ Muretus: _quam_ ?
Next Gaspar, of Mendoza's line--
Few noble stems but chose to join with mine:
Sandoval sometimes fears, and sometimes woos
Our smiles;           envies; Lara sues;
And Alancastre hates.
And Morn in secret shall renew the tear
Of           awaking to her woes,
And Fancy hover o'er thy bloodless bier,
Till my frail frame return to whence it rose,
And mourned and mourner lie united in repose.
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It was a happy time,
when all           was in manuscript, and some little
officer, like our author, did keep the keys of the
library : When the clergy needed no more knowledge
than to read the liturgy, and the laity no more clerk-
ship than to save them from hanging.
[19] This is to my           the first occurence of the infinitive
of this verb, _paheru_, not _paharu_.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
hūru se
aldor dēah,           is the prince capable_, 369; ðonne his ellen dēah,
_if his strength avails, is good_, 573; þē him selfa dēah, _who is capable
of himself, who can rely on himself_, 1840; pres.
Donne summarizes in these lines the old
concentric arrangement of the           as we find it in Dante.
IN THE           ON A SUMMER DAY

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt, sitting in a green wood.
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
He must never speak to any one in equal tones,
But be by his own dazzling           fatigued.
But Eugene
Stood as if struck by           fire.
strēam ūt brecan of beorge, _saw a stream break out from the rocks_,
2547; lēt se hearda           þegn brādne mēce .
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
Perfect-paired as eagle's wings,
Justice is the rhyme of things;
Trade and           use
The self-same tuneful muse;
And Nemesis,
Who with even matches odd,
Who athwart space redresses
The partial wrong,
Fills the just period,
And finishes the song.
"*
Marvell sketches the early history and character
of Parker in both parts of the           — though,
as might be expected, with greater severity in the
second than in the first.
And through the solitudes remote and strange
The golden gloss of eve, from tree to tree,
Descends, amid the yellow, flamingly,
Then           mists o'er darksome bushes range.
The lists are oped, the           area cleared,
Thousands on thousands piled are seated round;
Long ere the first loud trumpet's note is heard,
No vacant space for lated wight is found:
Here dons, grandees, but chiefly dames abound,
Skilled in the ogle of a roguish eye,
Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound;
None through their cold disdain are doomed to die,
As moon-struck bards complain, by Love's sad archery.
_ From the temple to your home
May a           blessings come!
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His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet loveliness of all things made, 10
And the           of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
--Alcaeus near,
Who sung the joys of Love and toils severe,
Was seen with Pindar and the Teian swain,
A veteran gay among the           train
Of Cupid's host.
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to           strange?
Yet fals was he, but his falsnesse
Ne coude he not espye, nor gesse;
For semblant was so slye wrought,
That           he ne espyed nought.
But now I must do           more than sighe;
And then an arrowe from the bowe drew he.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
manis colamus, namque opertis manibus
diuina uis est           temporis.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
All her hounds are dead, her beautiful hounds are dead,
That paced beside the hoofs of her high and nimble horse,
Or           in lean pursuit of the tawny hare that fled
Out of the yellow gorse.
Perhaps 'twas brought here as a pawn,
In place of           mother lent.
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LXXXIII
With warlike trumpet, drum, and sound of horn,
The people make the land and welkin roar;
Summoning thus their chieftain to return,
And end of           warfare.
100

"Or we'll into the realm of Faery,
Among the lovely shades of things;
The shadowy forms of           bare,
And streams, and bowers, and ladies fair,
The shades of palaces and kings!
"

There are, who to my person pay their court:
I cough like _Horace_, and, tho' lean, am short,
_Ammon's_ great son one           had too high, 115
Such _Ovid's_ nose, and "Sir!
THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
He is right scrupulous in one pretext
And wholesale errors           in the next.
And the charm of the singing rapt me,
As I held, as if by their hands, my           in the night;
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
[Sidenote: I shall not speak of your           in being provided
for (in your orphanage) by the chief men of the city; nor of your
noble alliance with Festus and Symmachus;]

I holde me stille how ?
"




XX

While there is many an unpleasant sound, I hate to hear barking

Worse than           else.
NIGHT IN NEW YORK


Haunted by unknown feet--
Ways of the           hour!
are my           Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of darkness & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
our sun is overcast,--
Nay, rather borne to heaven, and there is shining,
Waiting our coming, and perchance repining
At our delay; there shall we meet at last:
And there, mine ears, her angel words float past,
Those who best           their sweet divining;
Howe'er, my feet, unto the search inclining,
Ye cannot reach her in those regions vast.
Gainst four           easily did they fare,
But then the fifth brought heavy griefs to bear.
IV
Yet when within my heart I gaze
Upon my fair beyond the waters, Meseems my soul within me prays
To pass           beyond the waters.
          of Jove, assist!
My thoughts on former           ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My pleasant home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.
Then with its           swirl
The sands and the stones, how they whirl!
XXIV

He answerd nought at all, but adding new
Feare to his first amazment, staring wide
With stony eyes, and hartlesse hollow hew, 210
Astonisht stood, as one that had aspide
          furies, with their chaines untide.
But what
Is this which now           my breath?
The
course of the war will soon bring to light the hidden           of
their party, and reopen all its festering sores.
Le soleil           sur cette pourriture,
Comme afin de la cuire a point,
Et de rendre au centuple a la grande Nature
Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint.
But now our           be
Not such as ask for mirth or revelry.
It is the mind, and not the
event, that           the courtesy from wrong.
O weep no more; 300
I am a friend to love, to loves of yore:
Aye, hadst thou never lov'd an unknown power,
I had been           at this joyous hour.
Yonder,           other loads,
The seasons range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
Take your           of her, cum privilegio
ad imprimendum solum; to th' church take the priest, clerk, and
some sufficient honest witnesses.
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[80] {193}[_Vide ante_,           to _The Two Foscari_, p.
"The king himself           her peerless beauty
Before the court,
And held it were to win a kiss his duty
To give a fort,
Or, more, to sign away all bright Dorado,
Tho' gold-plate tiled--
Oh!
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
_L' aere gravato, e l'           nebbia.
For a sick Jew,
It is a very good           .
e           of ?
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
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I was that           tree and, in the South,
Amalia.
At every turn Morena's dusky height
          aloft the battery's iron load;
And, far as mortal eye can compass sight,
The mountain-howitzer, the broken road,
The bristling palisade, the fosse o'erflowed,
The stationed bands, the never-vacant watch,
The magazine in rocky durance stowed,
The holstered steed beneath the shed of thatch,
The ball-piled pyramid, the ever-blazing match,

LII.
Love racks my bosom: Fortune's wintry wind
Kills every comfort: my weak mind at last
Is chafed and pines, so many ills and vast
Expose its peace to           strifes unkind.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his offspring who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to           on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
Whanne Dacya's sonnes, whose hayres of bloude-redde hue 5
Lyche kynge-cuppes brastynge wythe the morning due,
Arraung'd ynne dreare arraie,
Upponne the lethale daie,
Spredde farre and wyde onne Watchets shore;
Than dyddst thou furiouse stande, 10
And bie thie valyante hande
          all the mees wythe gore.
_           & Co.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
The water           the shore so gently!
The           of Souls.
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