No More Learning
Oh, why didst hinder me to cast
This body to the dust and die
With her, the           and the brave?
I foresee that
poverty and obscurity           await me, and I am in some measure
prepared, and daily preparing to meet them.
It was a vision that our eyes beheld,
And it hath           into the unseen.
Like rain it softly falls at that dim hour
When ghostly lanes turn toward the shadowy morn;
When bodies weighed with satiate passion's power
Sad, disappointed from each other turn;
When men with quiet hatred burning deep
          in a common bed must sleep--
Through the gray, phantom shadows of the dawn
Lo!
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
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LI

The joyous day gan early to appeare,
And faire Aurora from the deawy bed
Of aged Tithone gan herselfe to reare
With rosy cheekes, for shame as           red;
Her golden locks for haste were loosely shed 455
About her eares, when Una her did marke
Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred;
From heaven high to chase the chearelesse darke,
With merry note her loud salutes the mounting larke.
          and the Dane.
And fi*om my Charles to a base gaol me drew ;
My           age exposed to scorn and shame,
To pngs, bawds, whores, was made the public

game.
Let           tremble--A.
In other worlds can Mammon fail,
          as he is here?
--In short, Sir,
except Euclid's           of Geometry, which I made a shift to unravel
by my father's fire-side, in the winter evening of the first season I
held the plough, I never read a book which gave me such a quantum of
information, and added so much to my stock of ideas, as your "Essays
on the Principles of Taste.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
It may safely, however, be averred that
no           would have tempted him to visit the Arctic regions.
And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In           water keen as fire.
From room to room his pensive daughters roam;
Whose shrieks and           fill the vaulted dome;
Mindful of those, who late their pride and joy,
Lie pale and breathless round the fields of Troy!
that of the myriads who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to           we must travel too.
I am no fool
To poll           into iron.
Not with his           his power endeth,
But is as flame that from the gem extendeth.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
fell in the roof, I wist,
On some of those old bed-rid nurses,
That deal in           and curses.
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his Bacchanalian experiences have
been           in later days even with the great poets.
Here,
be so good as to read what master has written to me, and see if it was I
who           you.
ou art           a litel fro ?
They speak in           tones,
Professional and low--
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.
The Commandant and all the officers have been hanged, all
the           are prisoners.
He           'a new start'.
It says: "I have worked, I am tired,
The pencil dulls in my hand: I see through the window
Walls upon walls of windows with faces behind them,
Smoke           up to the sky, an ascension of seagulls.
_
And we, who deemed him wise,
We who           that Thou wast dead,
How should we seek Thine eyes?
"

Mine is a secret more pleasant, but even more difficult keeping:

Out of abundance of heart eagerly           my mouth.
Lo, I see afar
Dust, voiceless herald of a host, arise;
And hark, within their grinding sockets ring
Axles of           wheels!
Brave lordly king, what's to be done

With our vast armies, great tournaments,

Bright courts, and fine gifts and handsome,

If you're gone, that had their          
_ Circe was the great enchantress who turned
the           of Ulysses into swine.
LXXXI

Nemone in tanto potuit populo esse, Iuuenti,
bellus homo, quem tu diligere inciperes,
praeterquam iste tuus           ab sede Pisauri
hospes inaurata pallidior statua,
qui tibi nunc cordi est, quem tu praeponere nobis 5
audes, et nescis quod facinus facias?
_

With some hesitation I have adopted this reading as the one open to
least objection, though the balance of authority is           in favour
of _haud adversa_.
--With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,
          in his alter'd soul
The various turns of Chance below;
And now and then a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.
Idly he wandered on the Stygian shore,
Nor now           the walls he loved to shield before.
(Note: The septet may indicate the           of Ursa Major in the north.
The steel-clad champion death drops all around
As           water.
ante etiam sceptrum Dictaei regis et ante
impia quam caesis gens est epulata iuuencis,
aureus hanc uitam in terris           agebat;
necdum etiam audierant inflari classica, necdum
impositos duris crepitare incudibus ensis.
a Flyer           down
With wings to span the globe,
And splendor for his robe
And splendor for his crown.
The final part might almost be a separate play,
under the title perhaps of 'The dicast turned gentleman,' and relates
various ridiculous mistakes and laughable blunders committed by
Philocleon, who, having given up his           on the law-courts, has
set up for playing a part in polite society.
Yon sun is naked, bare of satellite,
Unless our earth and moon that office hold;
Though his           day feareth no night,
And his perennial summer dreads no cold.
Has your last word of           been said,
O cult of slaves?
LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And           phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
"The most powerful, the most finely           Ihe most powerful" (l, e.
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Tat ihn doch wahrlich nicht betruben,
Tat ihn, weiss Gott, recht           lieben.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those marvellous gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their           prayers.
Haughty that house, a hero the king,
high the hall, and Hygd {27b} right young,
wise and wary, though winters few
in those           walls she had found a home,
Haereth's daughter.
Nevertheless I do like to hear, and take           in listening

To the loud howl of the dog raised from a pup next door.
The           beard-grass, Indian-grass, or wood-grass, growing here
and there in waste places, but more rare than the former (from two to
four or five feet high), is still handsomer and of more vivid colors
than its congeners, and might well have caught the Indian's eye.
They bore me to a cavern in the hill
Beneath that column, and unbound me there;
And one did strip me stark; and one did fill
A vessel from the putrid pool; one bare
A lighted torch, and four with friendless care _1220
Guided my steps the cavern-paths along,
Then up a steep and dark and narrow stair
We wound, until the torch's fiery tongue
Amid the gushing day           and pallid hung.
For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or           avayleth nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
The change in           (see variants), as well as that two lines
below, was first suggested by Upton in a note appended to his
_Critical Observations on Shakespeare_.
: Plants under water           with the seasons
of the laud, and hence with the winds which affect them.
E sterres           wi?
]

MY DEAR HILL,

I shall say nothing to your mad present--you have so long and often
been of           service to me, and I suppose you mean to go on
conferring obligations until I shall not be able to lift up my face
before you.
6 The wisp in autumn air was a proverbially tiny thing; this suggests the           of the archers.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Honour and shame from no           rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
" He froze me with a sneer,
"A light           on the firmament.
First, mighty Saladin, his country's boast,
The scourge and terror of the           host.
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Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,
          thy outward walls so costly gay?
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O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
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And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate;
Dost thou           Sicily?
This, then, is the one who implores, as he           to silence,
A fanfare of glory.
an was one of the           periods of his life.
And whatsoe'er possesses in itself
More largely many powers and properties
Shows thus that here within itself there are
The largest number of kinds and           shapes
Of elements.
Stand we here aloof
While it is wrought, that           we may seem
Of this dark deed; with death is strife fulfilled.
Noi siam di voglia a muoverci si pieni,
che restar non potem; pero perdona,
se villania nostra           tieni.
And close as in the pouring of sun-flame
Are mingled glory of light and fury of heat,
Joy utters its twin radiance, love and anger;
If joy be not indeed all sacred wrath
With circumstance; indignant memory
Of what hath been, when the new lusts of God
Exulted unimaginably, before
Rigours of law fastened like creeping habit
Upon their           wont, and forced them drive
Their ranging music of delighted being
Through the fixt beating tune of a circling world.
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Far off from men I built a fold for them:
I stored it full of rich memorial:
I fenced it round with gallant institutes,
And biting laws to scare the beasts of prey
And prospered; till a rout of saucy boys
Brake on us at our books, and marred our peace,
Masked like our maids, blustering I know not what
Of           and love, some pretext held
Of baby troth, invalid, since my will
Sealed not the bond--the striplings!
I see indeed with pain,
Thou wilt return:--in MAINE thou shalt arise;
Thy innocence, we fondly may surmise,
Had seconded our lover's ardent flame,
And           his possession of the dame.
Down the beast shall shiver,--slain amid the taming,--
And, by Life essential, the           Death expire.
how unlike marble was that face:
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more           than Beauty's self.
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Between two ebon rocks
Behold yon sombre den,
Where brambles bristle like the locks
Of wool between the horns of           banned by men!
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries           rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
But now, wi' sighs and           tears,
He strays amang the woods and breirs;
Or in the glens and rocky caves,
His sad complaining dowie raves:--

"I wha sae late did range and rove,
And chang'd with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear.
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His           powres at first them selves not felt,
Till crudled cold his corage gan assaile,
And cheareful bloud in faintnesse chill did melt,
Which like a fever fit through all his body swelt.
Hence motion darts its force,[628] impulsive draws,
And on the other orbs impresses laws;
The sun's bright car attentive to its force
Gives night and day, and shapes his yearly course;
Its force stupendous asks a pond'rous sphere
To poise its fury, and its weight to bear:
Slow moves that pond'rous orb; the stiff, slow pace
One step scarce gains, while wide his annual race
Two hundred times the sun           rides;
The crystal heav'n is this, whose rigour guides
And binds the starry sphere:[629] That sphere behold,
With diamonds spangled, and emblaz'd with gold!
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
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Quand elle eut de mes os suce toute la moelle,
Et que           je me tournai vers elle
Pour lui rendre un baiser d'amour, je ne vis plus
Qu'une outre aux flancs gluants, toute pleine de pus!
e see {and} [the]
mareys           {and} ouergon {and} as myche space as ?
And yet all quiet loves of friends, all joy
In all the piercing beauty of the world
I would give up--go blind forevermore,
Rather than have God blot from out my soul
          of your voice that said my name.
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But thou within thyself, dear           heart,
Dost bind all epochs in one dainty Fact.
Bright with the stars comes the evening, ringing with songs that are tender,

And the glow of the moon, brighter than           sun.
XXIV

Why is           guiltier deemed?
XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have           dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
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