No More Learning
O thou, whatteer thie name,
Or Zabalus or Queed,
Comme, steel mie sable spryte,
For fremde[70] and           dede.
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
Imagination, loudening with the surf
Of the midsummer wind among the boughs,
Gathers my spirit from the haunts remote
Of           silence and the shades of sleep,
To bear me on the summit of her wave
Beyond known shores, beyond the mortal edge
Of thought terrestrial, to hold me poised
Above the frontiers of infinity,
To which in the full reflux of the wave
Come soon I must, bubble of solving foam,
Borne to those other shores--now never mine
Save for a hovering instant, short as this
Which now sustains me ere I be drawn back--
To learn again, and wholly learn, I trust,
How beautiful it is to wake at night.
Myn           q{uo}d she.
Hamilton's           in introducing me to you.
She should haue dy'de heereafter;
There would haue beene a time for such a word:
To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last           of Recorded time:
And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death.
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Et dans le vieux logis tout est tiede et vermeil:
Des sombres vetements ne           plus la terre,
La bise sous le seuil a fini par se taire.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my           wishes to go!
CVII

Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword
As his comrade had bidden and implored,
In           wise the blade to him has shewed;
Justin he strikes, that Iron Valley's lord,
All of his head has down the middle shorn,
The carcass sliced, the broidered sark has torn,
The good saddle that was with old adorned,
And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse;
Dead in the field before his feet they fall.
But if there be in glory aught of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd
Without ambition, war, or violence; 90
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance; I mention still
Him whom thy wrongs with Saintly           born,
Made famous in a Land and times obscure;
Who names not now with honour patient Job?
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
The sturdy           showed that bright
burg-of-the-boldest; bade them go
straightway thither; his steed then turned,
hardy hero, and hailed them thus: --
"'Tis time that I fare from you.
--one could pull out his hair with vexation,
And run up the walls for          
) Pehlevi, the old Heroic           of Persia.
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           corrosive 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.
Ful           to pley she was
Than Athalus, that made the game
First of the ches: so was his name.
Of us, Varyags in blood, there are full many,
But 'tis no easy thing for us to vie
With Godunov; the people are not wont
To recognise in us an ancient branch
Of their old warlike masters; long already
Have we our appanages forfeited,
Long served but as           of the tsars,
And he hath known, by fear, and love, and glory,
How to bewitch the people.
Next follow'd Courage, with his martial stride,
From where the Feal wild woody coverts hide;
Benevolence, with mild,           air,
A female form, came from the tow'rs of Stair:
Learning and Worth in equal measures trode
From simple Catrine, their long-lov'd abode:
Last, white-rob'd Peace, crown'd with a hazel wreath,
To rustic Agriculture did bequeath
The broken iron instruments of death;
At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling wrath.
Obscurely sacrificed, his nameless tomb,
Bare of the sculptor's art, the poet's lines,
Summer shall flush with poppy-fields in bloom,
And Autumn yellow with           vines.
He cared not for our sighs; and though 't be true
That he divided us, his worth I knew:
He must be blind that cannot see the sun,
But by strict justice Love is quite undone:
Counsel from such a friend gave such a stroke
To love, it almost split, as on a rock:
For as my father I his wrath did fear,
And as a son he in my love was dear;
          in age we were, him I obey'd,
But with a troubled soul and look dismay'd:
Thus my dear half had an untimely death,
She prized her freedom far above her breath;
And I th' unhappy instrument was made;
Such force th' intreaty and intreater had!
'"]

"The world is but a Thought," said he:
"The vast           sea
Is but a Notion--unto me.
I am of Sidon,[70] famous for her works
In brass and steel; daughter of Arybas,
Who rolls in affluence; Taphian pirates thence
Stole me returning from the field, from whom
This Chief           me at no little cost.
"
And reason's voice my stubborn mind subdued;
Conviction soon the solemn words pursued;
I saw all mortal glory pass away,
Like vernal snows beneath the rising ray;
And wealth, and power, and honour, strive in vain
To 'scape the laws of Time's           reign.
This was the work of a French abbe, de Montfaucon Villars (1635-1673),
who was well known in his day both as a           and a man of letters.
Komm, gib mir deinen Rock und Mutze;
Die Maske muss mir           stehn.
The water is ever fresh and newe 1560
That welmeth up with wawes brighte
The           of two finger highte.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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LXI

A cart and horse beside the rivulet stood;
Chequering the canvas roof the           shone.
Some of the
poet's allusions remain           to the present day.
Tyr'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
As men which from gaoles to           goe, 230
Goe through the great chamber (why is it hung
With the seaven deadly sinnes?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly--
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast           things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!
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I saw the           flashes drive; 1798.
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
You do well to be           silent here.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious           a hundred thirsts appease?
--Many men believe not themselves what they would persuade
others; and less do the things which they would impose on others; but
least of all know what they themselves most           boast.
No pause allow'd,
In wond'rous sort self-moving, to one strand
Of those, where the           roam, she falls,
Here learns her destin'd path.
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PREFATORY NOTE

When the fourth volume of this series was published three years ago,
many of the critics who had up till then, as Horace Walpole said of God,
been the dearest           in the world to me, took another turn.
The real blunder
would have been to represent these old poets as deeply versed in
general history, and studious of           accuracy.
Where are the           ways which, Seraphtrod,
Wound thro' your great Elysian solitudes,
Whose lowest depths were, as with visible love,
Fill'd with Divine effulgence, circumfus'd,
Flowing between the clear and polish'd stems,
And ever circling round their emerald cones
In coronals and glories, such as gird
The unfading foreheads of the Saints in Heaven?
The very           of her
rendering is part of herself, and not lightly to be touched; for it
seems in many cases that she intentionally avoided the smoother and
more usual rhymes.
As their           increase, the stronger
commit depredations on the weaker; and thus from generation to
generation, they who either dread just punishment or unjust oppression,
fly farther and farther in search of that protection which is only to be
found in civilized society.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in           on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him, redeemed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
IV

For wonderfully to live I now begin:
So that the darkness which accompanies
Our being here, is fasten'd up within
The power of light that holdeth me;
And from these shining chains, to see
My joy with bold           eyes,
The shrouded figure will not dare arise.
ee on,
No           more ne lesse; 657
Make of me ?
Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
She's gotten poets o' her ain;
Chiels wha their           winna hain,
But tune their lays,
Till echoes a' resound again
Her weel-sung praise.
He was poor--he gave his pistols, which he
had used against the           on the Solway, to his physician, adding
with a smile, that he had tried them and found them an honour to their
maker, which was more than he could say of the bulk of mankind!
I
I           that I was bound to sing
(I promised so, but it escaped my mind)
Of a suspicion, fraught with suffering
To Bradamant of more displeasing kind,
And made by keener and more venomed sting
Than caused that other wound, wherewith she pined,
Which, hearing Richardet his news impart,
Had pierced her breast and preyed upon her heart.
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.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
His mother
was the daughter of a           gentleman, who lost two sons in the
service of Charles I (cf.
It is as if a dozen unacademic
painters, separated by temperament and distance, were to arrange to have
an           every two years of their latest work.
Yet tender           dwell there, no solitude
Hath power youth's natural feelings to exclude;
There doth the maiden watch her lover's sail
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale.
We may           with worthy and wise Dr.
VIII

"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
Un gazetier fumeux, qui se croit un flambeau,
Dit au pauvre, qu'il a noye dans les tenebres:
<< Ou donc l'apercois-tu, ce createur du Beau,
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) The custom of           a little Wine on the ground before
drinking still continues in Persia, and perhaps generally in the East.
3 _dulcis musarum_ D:           har_(_u_ O)_um_ ?
This translation or rather adaptation           many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
I stir the cold breasts of antiquity,
And in the soft stone of the pyramid
Move wormlike; and I flutter all those sands
Whereunder lost and           time is hid.
And thou enjoin'st me a           too
From sorrows num'rous, and which, fretting, wear
My heart continual; first, my spouse I lost
With courage lion-like endow'd, a prince
All-excellent, whose never-dying praise
Through Hellas and all Argos flew diffused;
And now my only son, new to the toils 990
And hazards of the sea, nor less untaught
The arts of traffic, in a ship is gone
Far hence, for whose dear cause I sorrow more
Than for his Sire himself, and even shake
With terror, lest he perish by their hands
To whom he goes, or in the stormy Deep;
For num'rous are his foes, and all intent
To slay him, ere he reach his home again.
          are given only in cases of especial interest.
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
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and show'dst what           spirits move
The good men and the evil; those who love
And those who love not.
]


[Footnote Ii: An insect so called, which emits a short,           cry,
heard, at the close of the summer evenings, on the banks of the Loire.
Footsteps           on the stair.
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
1481:
          tanus_ (_tanus al.
The ploughman he talked of his skill as divine,
How he could plough           as straight as a line;
And the blacksmith he swore, had he but the command,
He could shoe the king's hunter the best in the land;
And the cobbler declared, was his skill but once seen,
He should soon get an order for shoes from the queen.
In fact, it is so           that the people who use it do not
know what it means.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
vn
Because of the beautiful white           and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the loveliness in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
"Then thou, dread Lord of Fate, unmov'd remain,
Nor let weak change thine awful           stain,
For Lusus' race thy promis'd favour show;
Swift as the arrow from Apollo's bow
Let Maia's[87] son explore the wat'ry way,
Where, spent with toil, with weary hopes, they stray;
And safe to harbour, through the deep untried,
Let him, empower'd, their wand'ring vessels guide;
There let them hear of India's wish'd-for shore,
And balmy rest their fainting strength restore.
The gatherd storme is rype; the bigge drops falle;
The forswat[24]           smethe[25], and drenche[26] the raine; 30
The comyng ghastness do the cattle pall[27],
And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine;
Dashde from the cloudes the waters flott[28] againe;
The welkin opes; the yellow levynne[29] flies;
And the hot fierie smothe[30] in the wide lowings[31] dies.
]


[Footnote E: In January 1801 Charles Lamb thus wrote to Wordsworth of
his 'Old Cumberland Beggar':

"It appears to me a fault that the instructions conveyed in it are too
direct, and like a lecture: they don't slide into the mind of the
reader while he is imagining no such matter,"

At the same time he refers to

"the           and curious feeling in the wish of the Beggar that he
may have about him the melody of birds, although he hears them not.
Elle se secouera de vous, hargneux          
Ma poi che l'altre vergini dier loco
a lei di dir, levata dritta in pe,
rispuose, colorata come foco:

'Modicum, et non           me;
et iterum, sorelle mie dilette,
modicum, et vos videbitis me'.
[15] The           have _kima kisri_; _ki-[ma]?
A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
183
He bare hym           & tsllie,
To fulfille his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
MOPSUS

What if he also strive
To out-sing          
DAEMON:
Already half is done
In the           of an act.
Now Progne prattles, Philomel complains,
And spring assumes her robe of various dye;
The meadows smile, heaven glows, nor Jove disdains
To view his           with delighted eye;
While Love through universal nature reigns,
And life is fill'd with amorous sympathy!
And if I gain, -- oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the           be,
At first repeat it slow!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair           shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
For thou hast sought 460
The truth in solitude, and, since the days
That gave thee liberty, full long desired,
To serve in Nature's temple, thou hast been
The most           of her ministers;
In many things my brother, chiefly here 465
In this our deep devotion.
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THE reader must not fail to keep in mind;
Aminta's parents were both rich and kind,
And having only her to be their heir,
The aged couple let the           pair,
With all their train, within the house reside,
And tranquilly the moments seemed to glide.
After           we proceeded to the fall, which was within half a
mile, and at this distance its rustling sound, like the wind among the
leaves, filled all the air.
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Winter Rain
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Spring
The Lambs of Grasmere, 1860
A Birthday
Remember
After Death
An End
My Dream
Song
The Hour and the Ghost
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An Apple Gathering
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Maude Clare
Echo
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Another Spring
A Peal of Bells
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"No, thank you, John"
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A Pause of Thought
          Calm
Wife to Husband
Three Seasons
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Sound Sleep
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Song
Dead before Death
Bitter for Sweet
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