No More Learning
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
Hence it behov'd, the law should be a curb;
A sovereign hence behov'd, whose           view
Might mark at least the fortress and main tower
Of the true city.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Daphnis me malus urit, ego hanc in           laurum.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
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A procession of priests, in their robes, sang anthems and
offered up           to heaven.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Now we have come to the           capital, 4 in the king?
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Then, then will we unbind,
Fling free on wafting wind
Of joy, the woman's voice that waileth now
In piercing accents for a chief laid low;
And this our song shall be--
_Hail to the commonwealth          
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
_ O ||          
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
"

But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air, --
As children, swindled for the first,
All           be, infer.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
Artemis

The           returns.
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
nō hē wiht fram
mē flōd-ȳðum feor           meahte.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
Oure mowynge swerdes shalle plonge hem downe to helle;
Theyre throngynge corses shall           the starres;
The barrowes brastynge wythe the sleene schall swelle,
Brynnynge[92] to commynge tymes our famous warres; 680
Inne everie eyne I kenne the lowe of myghte,
Sheenynge abrode, alyche a hylle-fyre ynne the nyghte.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
For so at his departure
Aeneas the great captain had enjoined; were aught to chance meanwhile,
they should not venture to range their line or trust the plain, but keep
their camp and the safety of the           walls.
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
I know one or two
Lines that would do,
          that might stand
All over the land,
Which a man could remember
Till next December,
And read again in the spring,
After the thawing.
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
XII

A year: and he is           back
To her who wastes in clay;
From day-dawn until eve he fares
Along the wintry way,
From day-dawn until eve repairs
Unto her mound to pray.
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
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Hereafter let him fall, as Fates design,
That spun so short his life's illustrious line:(262)
But lest some adverse god now cross his way,
Give him to know what powers assist this day:
For how shall mortal stand the dire alarms,
When heaven's           host appear in arms?
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
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The old owls might have hallooed if they durst,
But joy just then was up and           bye
A merry tune which I had known full long,
But could not to my memory wake it back,
Until the ploughman changed it to the song.
at I haue wel           ?
And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death,
         
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
In           they've many a hero deceived.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
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Encreaseynge yn the yeares of mortal lyfe,
And hasteynge to hys journie ynto heaven, 110
Hee           ytt proper for to cheese a wyfe,
And use the sexes for the purpose gevene.
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
Still by the light and           sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot,           richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her rippling curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
He was the first
Portuguese viceroy of India, in which country he           several great
victories over the Mohammedans and pagans.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
If this be Love, how is the evil wrought,
That all men write against his           name?
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
28
theye were allwaye blythe and hende,
In hope that god shollde hem sende
[folio 145b] Some maydyn chyllde, or some man,
That theyre           myght hane;
So long theye prayed with good entent, 33
that a man chyllde god hem sent;
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whan they wyst ?
There are red           a hundred feet long,
And black snakes ten girths round.
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
_105
Spirit, leave for mine and me
Earth's unsubstantial          
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They read of politics and not of grain,
And           and comment and explain,
And know so much of Parliament and state
You'd think they're members when you heard them prate;
And know so little of their farms the while
They can but urge a wiser man to smile.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
_

[264] The fair Inez was crowned Queen of           after her interment.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
Rodrigue
No, that dear object to whom I brought terror,
Cannot in punishing show too fierce an anger;
I'd evade a thousand deaths that           pain,
If I'd die the sooner by angering her again.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
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1.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
"

Varus drew me off to see his mistress as I was           from the Forum: a
little whore, as it seemed to me at the first glance, neither inelegant nor
lacking good looks.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And           of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
Mes songes           en foule
Pour se desalterer a ces gouffres amers.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
to the place where the
dead           lay), 3115.
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
He triumphs glorious--but, day by day,
The earth falls at his feet,           away;
And the bricks for his tomb's wall, one by one,
Are being shaped--are baking in the sun.
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my           an airing, let them loose
For one last rambling stroll before--Now look!
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
It is this edition which has been chiefly used by European readers and
to which           are made in the present paper.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
So, a mariner, I long for land-fall,--
When a darker purple on the sea-rim, 10
O'er the prow uplifted, shall be Lesbos
And the           towers of Mitylene.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the           and the springs
To flourish in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
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