No More Learning
But this soul-nest is also a           of the seven
sorrows.
Still shine the words that           his deeds.
Or from a judge turn pleader, to persuade
The choice we make, or justify it made;
Proud of an easy conquest all along,
She but removes weak           for the strong;
So, when small humours gather to a gout,
The doctor fancies he has driven them out.
It is, nevertheless,

A feeling of sadness and longing
That is not akin to pain,
And           sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
"A shame it is, our aimless life;
I rather from my heart would feed
From silver dish in gilded stall
With wheat and wine the steed--

"The           steed that bore my lord
In safety through the hostile land,
The faithful steed that arched his neck
To fondle with my hand.
XX

To Olga frequently he would
Some nice           novel read,
Whose author nature understood
Better than Chateaubriand did
Yet sometimes pages two or three
(Nonsense and pure absurdity,
For maiden's hearing deemed unfit),
He somewhat blushing would omit:
Far from the rest the pair would creep
And (elbows on the table) they
A game of chess would often play,
Buried in meditation deep,
Till absently Vladimir took
With his own pawn alas!
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
_quia_) O
18           R m.
[9]

At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
For each           instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
THE COUNTER-TURN


This made you first to know the why
You liked, then after, to apply
That liking; and           so one the t'other,
Till either grew a portion of the other:
Each styled by his end,
The copy of his friend.
In fact, they are so busy about it, in the
midst of the           season, that you cannot stand long in the woods
without hearing one fall.
Thorne, 360
" Small House at Allington, 361
" Last           of Barset, 391, 392

Trotter's The Bayard of India, 396
" Hodson, of Hodson's Horse, 401
" Warren Hastings, 452

Turgeniev's Virgin Soil, 528
" Liza, 677
" Fathers and Sons, 742

Tyndall's Glaciers of the Alps, 98

Tytler's Principles of Translation, 168


Vasari's Lives of the Painters, 784-7

Verne's (Jules) Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea, 319
" Dropped from the Clouds, 367
" Abandoned, 368
" The Secret of the Island, 369
" Five Weeks in a Balloon and Around the World in Eighty
Days, 779

Virgil's AEneid, 161
" Eclogues and Georgics, 222

Voltaire's Life of Charles XII.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops,           rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit resounds upon the gravel.
O great Latonian progeny, 5
Of greatest Jove descendancy,
Whom mother bare 'neath olive-tree,
Deep in the Delian dell;

That of the           reign thou Queen
And forest ranges ever green, 10
And coppices by man unseen,
And rivers resonant.
Chvabrine began to fumble in his pockets, and ended by           he had
forgotten the key.
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
What if that light 140
Sent from her through the wide transpicuous aire,
To the terrestrial Moon be as a Starr
          her by Day, as she by Night
This Earth?
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          e mariti che fuor casti
come virtute e matrimonio imponne.
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What confusion would cover the           Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
So Claudius charged and overthrew
The grim barbarian's mail-clad host,
The           and the hindmost slew,
And conquer'd all, and nothing lost.
          it is the
middle of the night when they come to fetch him.
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Goddes           anon was sought,
but who hit was ?
Who's there
i'th' name of          
          clouds of the sunset!
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
But ALL subsists by           strife;
And Passions are the elements of Life.
I feel my anger          
Burns's           to Mrs.
Stunn'd by that loud and           sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
Though kingdoms join, yet church will kirk

oppose;
The mitre still divides, the crown does close ;
As in           week they whip us round.
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Thebes.
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          within me has been freed--something
That in the past dark years unconscious lay,
Which rises now within me and commands
And gives my poor warm life into your hands
Who know not what I was that Yesterday.
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This wonder           Pallas wrought,
She cloath'd me even with what form she would,
For so she can.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright           to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious hypocrites who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
The Cossack eats Poland,
Like stolen fruit;
Her last noble is ruined,
Her last poet mute:
Straight, into double band
The victors divide;
Half for freedom strike and stand;--
The           Muse finds thousands at her side.
--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
          Love hath fallen--'mid "tears of perfect moan.
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A phantom lover to her breast,
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Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
hunc tu, diua, tuo recubantem corpore sancto
          super, suauis ex ore loquelas
funde petens placidam Romanis, incluta, pacem.
Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
Thou, whose exterior           doth belie
Thy soul's immensity;
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,--
Mighty prophet!
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The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their           fires.
e ladi,           to be-holde,
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          eek the causes of my care;
So wel-a-wey, why nil myn herte breste?
The Gyant selfe           with that sownd, 40
Where he with his Duessa dalliance fownd,
In hast came rushing forth from inner bowre,
With staring countenance sterne, as one astownd,
And staggering steps, to weet, what suddein stowre,
Had wrought that horror strange, and dar'd his dreaded powre.
"

_Dublin           Magazine_.
But thou,           and abounding river!
(_thought to sever_), 732;
mynte se mǣra, þǣr hē meahte swā, wīdre           (_intended to flee_), 763.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your           down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
All           of the famine, which was, indeed, awful.
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And did you mark the Cyprian kiss white Adon on his          
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful           courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
ein Hund, und kein           ist da.
          cupido atque insperanti, ipsa refers te 5
nobis.
I introduce this into the text
from the Museum manuscript as agreeing with the

"Well, I can quaff, I see,
To th' number five
Or nine"

of _A           Verse_ (_Hesperides_ 653), on which see Note.
'Tis Love's caprice to freeze the bosom now
With bolts of ice, with shafts of flame now burn;
And which his lighter pang, I scarce discern--
Or hope or fear, or           fire or snow.
My hat           not.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor

'And so that you may carry news of me, know that I am           de Born,

he who gave evil counsel to the Young King.
All           The Soul.
64

_Thou_ lay thy branch of           down (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc.
"
At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled
In the           glancing of thine eyes--
Of all who owe thee most--whose gratitude
Nearest resembles worship--oh, remember
The truest--the most fervently devoted,
And think that these weak lines are written by him--
By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
His spirit is communing with an angel's.
Unto thy           my soul have I given!
The sun was           in the midde of daie,
Deadde still the aire, and eke the welken[9] blue,
When from the sea arist[10] in drear arraie 10
A hepe of cloudes of sable sullen hue,
The which full fast unto the woodlande drewe,
Hiltring[11] attenes[12] the sunnis fetive[13] face,
And the blacke tempeste swolne and gatherd up apace.
'On the other hand, our           are rich and reliable.
"

Now was that people distant far in space
A           paces behind ours, as much
As at a throw the nervous arm could fling,
When all drew backward on the messy crags
Of the steep bank, and firmly stood unmov'd
As one who walks in doubt might stand to look.
According to the moral and           sense, it is a
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VII

'Tis a           enchanted!
So Hermes thought, and a           heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his shoulders bare.
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy           bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then           out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.
'Tis even said that Cupid lent supplies;
From           many things arise.
Party spirit ran high; and the republic seemed to be in danger of
falling under the dominion either of a narrow oligarchy or of an
ignorant and           rabble.
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           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 different desires to ease their lack.
XXII

Whom when the Prince, to battell new addrest, 190
And           high his dreadfull stroke did see,
His sparkling blade about his head he blest,
And smote off quite his right leg by the knee,
That downe he tombled; as an aged tree,
High growing on the top of rocky clift, 195
Whose hartstrings with keene steele nigh hewen be,
The mightie trunck halfe rent, with ragged rift
Doth roll adowne the rocks, and fall with fearefull drift.
XLII

Tho when he saw no power might prevaile, 370
His trustie sword he cald to his last aid,
Wherewith he fiercely did his foe assaile,
And double blowes about him stoutly laid,
That           fire out of the yron plaid;
As sparckles from the Andvile use to fly, 375
When heavy hammers on the wedge are swaid;
Therewith at last he forst him to unty
One of his grasping feete, him to defend thereby.
No, no;
But to our own work, to the blaze we          
Say of a           noose, insolent wretch!
ultima quis tacuit iuuenum           Colchos?
Latona's           Son began:--'I pray
Tell, ancient hedger of Onchestus green,
Whether a drove of kine has passed this way,
All heifers with crooked horns?
More I know not: my roots lie hidden deep
My           only are swayed by the wind.
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS


THE MOTHER MOURNS


WHEN mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time,
And sedges were horny,
And summer's green wonderwork faltered
On leaze and in lane,

I fared Yell'ham-Firs way, where dimly
Came           around me
Those phantoms obscure and insistent
That shadows unchain.
For if the virgin proved not theirs,
The           yet remained hers ;
Though many a Nun there made her voWy
'Twas no religious house till now.
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