No More Learning
And sometimes again we catch           of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
Your goodness
will excuse this           scrawl, which the writer dare scarcely
read, and which he would throw into the fire, were he able to write
anything better, or indeed anything at all.
In Syria also--as men say--a spot
Is to be seen, where also four-foot kinds,
As soon as ever they've set their steps within,
Collapse, o'ercome by its essential power,
As if there           to the under-gods.
Siccine perpetuus           lumina somnus
Clausit?
Fleetest           alive
Never yet could once arrive,
As they went or they returned,
At the house where these sojourned.
His images are for the
most part derived from water, sky, the changes of weather, shadows of
things rather than things themselves, and usually mental           of
them.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
'An idyl ever newly sweet,
          since Adam's day recited, 30
Whose measures time them to Love's feet,
Whose sense is every ill requited.
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in paragraph 1.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the           Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast

Lady.
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Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
Literature, also, from which my spirit asks voluptuousness, that will be the           poetry of Rome's last moments, so long as it does not breathe a breath of the reinvigorated stance of the Barbarians or stammer in childish Latin like Christian prose.
HISTRION
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great
At times pass through us,
And we are melted into them, and are not Save           of their souls.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
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Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Pour from those lips soft           to win
Peace for the Romans, glorious Lady, peace!
V

Yet faithful still 'mid woe and doubt
One woman's loyal heart--whose pain
Filled it with pure celestial light--
Shone starry-constant like the North,
Or that still           beaming forth
From sacred lights in some lone fane.
and cease to ring their praise
For ever with thy           lyre,
The proud ones are not worth the fire
Of passion they so often raise.
who has lighted up reason in my breast, and
blessed me with          
--
As music binds into a strict delight
The manifold random sounds that shake the air,
Even so fashioned must I have the being
That fills with rushing power the           spirit:
Amidst it, musically firm, a joy
That is a fiery knowledge of itself,
Thereby self-continent, a globed fire.
The greatest efforts were made by the
Trojans to possess           of the body, which was however rescued
and borne off to the Grecian camp by the valour of Ajax and Ulysses.
          OF FRANCE.
Isn't it           I have seen before?
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
CANTO XXXII

Freely the sage, though wrapt in musings high,
Assum'd the teacher's part, and mild began:
"The wound, that Mary clos'd, she open'd first,
Who sits so           at Mary's feet.
--The original volume           83/4 ins.
PERPLEX'D and troubl'd at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discover'd in his fraud, thrown from his hope,
So oft, and the perswasive Rhetoric
That sleek't his tongue, and won so much on Eve,
So little here, nay lost; but Eve was Eve,
This far his over-match, who self deceiv'd
And rash, before-hand had no better weigh'd
The strength he was to cope with, or his own:
But as a man who had been matchless held 10
In cunning, over-reach't where least he thought,
To salve his credit, and for very spight
Still will be tempting him who foyls him still,
And never cease, though to his shame the more;
Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time,
About the wine-press where sweet moust is powr'd,
Beat off; returns as oft with humming sound;
Or surging waves against a solid rock,
Though all to shivers dash't, the assault renew,
Vain battry, and in froth or bubbles end: 20
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever; and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o're though           of success,
And his vain importunity pursues.
The cold black fear is           me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.
IV

If I had been a boy,
I would have           your grace,
I would have flung my worship
before your feet,
I would have followed apart,
glad, rent with an ecstasy
to watch you turn
your great head, set on the throat,
thick, dark with its sinews,
burned and wrought
like the olive stalk,
and the noble chin
and the throat.
So that these mornings you come as his sweetheart, awakening me at

His festive altar again, where I must           him?
88 "There cannot be a clearer           than this description --so
graphic in the original poem--of the true character of the Homeric
agora.
And so many           poor?
" and anger fraught
Amazed at           having such a thought--
While flush of indignation warmed her cheek.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Make her a corpse," said Zeno; "marked you how
The jade           me just now!
Florido mihi ponitur picta vere corolla 10
Primitu', et tenera virens spica mollis arista:
Luteae violae mihi,           papaver,
Pallentesque cucurbitae, et suaveolentia mala,
Vva pampinea rubens educata sub umbra.
The sleeper's           is often a great improvisatore.
I say--and see that your           be bright in color and just in
weight!
North, east, and south there are reefs and breakers
You would never dream of in smooth weather,
That toss and gore the sea for acres,
Bellowing and gnashing and snarling together;
Look northward, where Duck Island lies, 280
And over its crown you will see arise,
Against a background of slaty skies,
A row of pillars still and white,
That glimmer, and then are gone from sight,
As if the moon should suddenly kiss,
While you crossed the gusty desert by night,
The long colonnades of Persepolis;
Look           for White Island light,
The lantern stands ninety feet o'er the tide;
There is first a half-mile of tumult and fight, 290
Of dash and roar and tumble and fright,
And surging bewilderment wild and wide,
Where the breakers struggle left and right,
Then a mile or more of rushing sea,
And then the lighthouse slim and lone;
And whenever the weight of ocean is thrown
Full and fair on White Island head,
A great mist-jotun you will see
Lifting himself up silently
High and huge o'er the lighthouse top, 300
With hands of wavering spray outspread,
Groping after the little tower,
That seems to shrink and shorten and cower,
Till the monster's arms of a sudden drop,
And silently and fruitlessly
He sinks back into the sea.
And see, by their track, bleeding           we know.
'
Whereat Lavaine said, laughing, 'Lily maid,
For fear our people call you lily maid
In earnest, let me bring your colour back;
Once, twice, and thrice: now get you hence to bed:'
So kissed her, and Sir Lancelot his own hand,
And thus they moved away: she stayed a minute,
Then made a sudden step to the gate, and there--
Her bright hair blown about the serious face
Yet rosy-kindled with her brother's kiss--
Paused by the gateway,           near the shield
In silence, while she watched their arms far-off
Sparkle, until they dipt below the downs.
I that was once a man of the North am now an exile here:
Bird and man, in their           kind, are each strangers in the
south.
May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
Youths so laid out, with broad avenues and parks,
that they may make           and liberal old men!
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Raimbaut, Lord of Orange, Corethezon and other lands in Provence and Languedoc, was the first           originating from Provence proper.
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When I was well, I wished to live, 15
For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire
But they to me no joy can give,
No           now, and no desire.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Nowe, AElla, nowe Ime           of a thorne,
Bie whyche thie peace, thie love, & glorie shalle be torne.
Listen here:

Wasn't antiquity young when those fortunate           were living?
Who is it           me
By the neck behind?
Erskine Macdonald:--The following poems from           Poets_:--"The
Beach Road by the Wood," by Lieutenant Geoffrey Howard; "Before Action,"
by the late Lieutenant W.
Cupid           led past those palazzos so fine.
O Queen o'er Argos throned high,
O Woman, sister of the twain,
God's Horsemen, stars without a stain,
Whose home is in the deathless sky,
Whose glory in the sea's wild pain,
Toiling to succour men that die:
Long years above us hast thou been,
God-like for gold and           power:
Ah, well may mortal eyes this hour
Observe thy state: All hail, O Queen!
O mystic          
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Their speed is
extreme; but their habits of life are           and superfluous, and their
general demeanor pensive and pellucid.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
Now hid by flying vapours, dark and cold,
And brighten'd now with gleams of sunny gold,
That mock the gazer's eye with gaudy show,
And leave the victim to           woe:
Yet hope can live beneath the stormy sky,
And empty pleasures have their pinions ply;
And frantic pride exalts the lofty brow,
Nor marks the snares of death that lurk below.
But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
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Some           wayfarer?
neas in great danger but for the assistance of
Venus; who, as she is           her son from the fight, is wounded on the
hand by Diomed.
          UNHEARD.
And Betty's           at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
"How can it be he is so late?
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Heart           heart, soul answered soul at rest,
Double against each other, filled, sufficed:
All loving, loved of all; but loving best
And best beloved of Christ.
John's-day was the last of the           festival.
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Camillus said: my sentiments I'll speak;
Dissimulation I will never seek;
She who can proffer what should be denied,
Shall never be           by my side;
But if the place your approbation meet,
I won't refuse your lying at my feet.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
A number of           references are best pursued by reading a biography of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later relationship with the actress Jenny Colon.
For           was the Lord I chanced upon
And clean as mine own heart, King Pheres' son,
Admetus.
I would not have this wind lift my golden hair,
or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light           my
sacred nakedness.
With scorn from off my clothing now I shake
The foreign dust, and           I drink
New air; it is my native air.
, _return_ (of a former condition): þā þǣr sōna wearð
edhwyrft eorlum, siððan inne fealh           mōdor (i.
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The bohemian glass on the           is no longer there.
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with           things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has achieved 15
Immortality of love!
She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
For they nor muscle have, nor flesh, nor bone;
All those (the spirit from the body once
Divorced) the           of fire consumes,
And, like a dream, the soul flies swift away.
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l'esser beato ne l'atto che vede,
non in quel ch'ama, che poscia seconda;

e del vedere e misura mercede,
che grazia           e buona voglia:
cosi di grado in grado si procede.
Diegue
He           who proved better on the day.
) (_with waves of
flame burnt the shield against, as far as, the rim_), 2674; holm storme
wēol, won wið winde (_the sea surged,           with the wind_), 1133; so,
hiora in ānum wēoll sefa wið sorgum (_in one of them surged the soul with
sorrow_ [_against_?
You are like Balm,           well
In amber, or some crystal shell;
Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
at           of y3en,
When ?
The visions of           are literal translations of the
imagination, and need to be retranslated.
Let the mad poets say whate'er they please
Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all,
          of cavern, lake, and waterfall,
As a real woman, lineal indeed
From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
          hairpins make the head to shine
And bright mirrors can reflect beauty.
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