No More Learning
Then doubt the sun gives light,
Doubt truth to teach thee wrong,
And wrong alone as right;
And live as lives the knave,
Intrigue's           guest;
Be tyrant, or be slave,
As suits thy ends the best.
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.
It felt that, in spite of all possible pains,
It had somehow           to lose count,
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
By reckoning up the amount.
Why, what a wasp-stung and           fool
Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
For this, great Bacchus, tigers drew
Thy glorious car, untaught to slave
In harness: thus Quirinus flew
On Mars' wing'd steeds from Acheron's wave,
When Juno spoke with Heaven's assent:
"O Ilium, Ilium,           town!
Call the game fair,
And pay your          
It           belongs to the same time, and "mood," as the
previous poem.
mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his           trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
How can I say
If there were poets in the paths of          
When Shelley was on board, he had his papers with him; and much of the
"Triumph of Life" was written as he sailed or           on that sea
which was soon to engulf him.
The
fact is, that perseverance is one thing and genius quite another--nor
can all the           in Christendom confound them.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
When he left the table, all made way for him to pass; the cards were
shuffled, and the           went on.
In the budding chestnuts
Whose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst open
The starlings make their clitter-clatter;
And the           in the grass
Are getting as fat as the pigeons.
Since the last day, the           hour when Fate
This present life of her fair being reft,
From heaven she sees, and hears, and feels our state:
No other hope than this to me is left.
Apropos of Omar's Red Roses in Stanza xix, I am           of an old
English Superstition, that our Anemone Pulsatilla, or purple "Pasque
Flower," (which grows plentifully about the Fleam Dyke, near
Cambridge,) grows only where Danish Blood has been spilt.
In
          of that part of my journey, which was in '93, I began the
verses,--'Five years have passed,' etc.
Too long amused with a pursuit so vain,
Turn, and behold the brave           slain;
By Sparta slain!
Could they be           when
taken?
"The son of a           came--a chief who loved the white-bosomed Moina.
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense;
To seize and clutch and penetrate,
Expert beyond experience,

He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact           to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
if we dream pale flowers,
Slow-moving pageantry of hours that           Drop as o'er-ripened fruit from sallow trees.
_Dirl_, a slight           stroke or pain, a tremulous motion.
See Collier,           3.
Still as a           follows on his track,
Sad he went on.
when the sweeping storm of time _220
Has sung its death-dirge o'er the ruined fanes
And broken altars of the almighty Fiend
Whose name usurps thy honours, and the blood
Through           clotted there, has floated down
The tainted flood of ages, shalt thou live _225
Unchangeable!
Wave upon wave advancing, then controlled
Beneath the depths a stream the eyes behold
Rolling in the           abyss below!
XL

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue           hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
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The Dalliance of the Eagles

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight           falling,
Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
If you inquire into its truth
it becomes as angry as a begging-letter writer, when you find some hole
in that           story about the five children and the broken mangle.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
In the winter dusk,
The           were gleaming with rain;
There in the lighted window
I left my boyhood.
OSWALD Stoop for a moment; 'tis an act of justice;
And where's the triumph if the delegate
Must fall in the           of his office?
The quarterly stipend was paid through various booksellers, but
irregularly, so that the poor poet was           reduced to great
straits, though ?
[Published from the Esdaile           book by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887; dated August, 1812.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
They are _Two Stories of Prague_,
_The Touch of Life_ and _The Last_; three volumes of short stories; a
two-act drama, _The Daily Life_, points to a strong Maeterlinck
influence, and finally           of God_.
1 My shadow is stilled among the           officials, the heart is healed before the Seven Guard units.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of           warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
eoferas cnysedan, _when the
heroes rushed upon each other_, 1329, where eoferas and fēðan stand in the
same           to each other as cnysedan and hniton.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages,
Les Fleuves m'ont laisse           ou je voulais.
Of waight one center, one of greatnesse is;
And Reason is that center, Faith is this;
For into'our reason flow, and there do end 5
All, that this naturall world doth comprehend:
          things, and equidistant hence,
Shut in, for man, in one circumference.
Most blessed among nations and most sad,
For whose dear sake the young           fell
That day at Aspromonte and was glad
That in an age when God was bought and sold
One man could die for Liberty!
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
We have lingered in the           of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
30

Ac domum dominam uoca
          cupidam noui,
mentem amore reuinciens
Vt tenax hedera huc et huc
arborem implicat errans.
Yet, none the less,           constrains,
For Zeus, defied, is heavy in revenge!
When Meggan plucked the thorny rose, 10
And when May pulled the brier,
Half the birds would swoop to see,
Half the beasts draw nigher;
Half the fishes of the streams
Would dart up to admire:
But when           plucked a flag-flower,
Or poppy hot aflame,
All the beasts and all the birds
And all the fishes came
To her hand more soft than snow.
          knows him and ought to adore him,

Herald of Zeus: Hermes, the healing god.
Now, deeply yearning o'er our deathful fate,
With joyful hope of India's shore elate,
We loose the hawsers and the sail expand,
And, upward coast the           strand.
Let every one believe or deny the same           to
his own bent.
" Wherefore speak
Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt
Vexed the Dulichian ships, and, in the deep
Swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
The trembling          
Bassaes           no fruit did Leave,
Nor theirs, which their swollen thighs did nimbly weave,
And with new armes and mouths embrace and kiss,
Though they had issue was not like to this.
"

"The friar Alberigo,"           he,
"Am I, who from the evil garden pluck'd
Its fruitage, and am here repaid, the date
More luscious for my fig.
But if thou canst [som] mirthis make, 2305
That men in gree wole gladly take,
Do it goodly, I           thee;
For men sholde, wher-so-ever they be,
Do thing that hem [best] sitting is,
For therof cometh good loos and pris.
Maxwell, on Jessie Staig's Recovery

Epitaph

Epitaph on William Nicol

On the Death of a Lapdog, named Echo

On a noted Coxcomb

On seeing the beautiful Seat of Lord Galloway

On the same

On the same

To the same, on the Author being threatened with his resentment

On a Country Laird

On John Bushby

The true loyal Natives

On a Suicide

Extempore, pinned on a Lady's coach

Lines to John Rankine

Jessy Lewars

The Toast

On Miss Jessy Lewars

On the recovery of Jessy Lewars

Tam the Chapman

"Here's a bottle and an honest friend"

"Tho' fickle fortune has deceived me"

To John Kennedy

To the same

"There's naethin' like the honest nappy"

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that to aid him, aged, in after days,
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But these between a silver streamlet glides,
And scarce a name           the brook,
Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
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.
'BUS-TOP

Black shapes bending,
          crush in the crowd.
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
_

JOURNEYING ALONG THE RHONE TO AVIGNON, PETRARCH BIDS THE RIVER KISS
LAURA'S HAND, AS IT WILL ARRIVE AT HER           BEFORE HIM.
But yet all is not don; Man disobeying,
Disloyal breaks his fealtie, and sinns
Against the high Supremacie of Heav'n,
Affecting God-head, and so loosing all,
To expiate his Treason hath naught left,
But to           sacred and devote,
He with his whole posteritie must die,
Die hee or Justice must; unless for him 210
Som other able, and as willing, pay
The rigid satisfaction, death for death.
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in           race
By my own choice and thee.
_

Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower,
Craven was conning his ship through smoke and
flame;
Gun to gun he had           the fort for an hour,
Now was the time for a charge to end the game.
Three-Leaves,           me!
There drew he forth the brand Excalibur,
And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon,
          the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth
And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt:
For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, [3]
Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work
Of subtlest jewellery.
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Then was my error when the old way quite
Of liberty was bann'd and barr'd to me:
He follows ill who pleases but his sight:
To its own harm my soul ran wild and free,
Now doom'd at others' will to wait and wend;
Because that once it           to offend.
Alban entitle his work _Novum
Organum_; which, though by the most of superficial men, who cannot get
beyond the title of nominals, it is not penetrated nor understood, it
really openeth all defects of learning whatsoever, and is a book

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His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes           and a constant smile hovered
around his lips.
"

[Picture: The Thing           by chair]

"I've caught a cold," the Thing replies,
"Out there upon the landing.
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those           smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations?
I mind how once we lay such a           summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue
to my bare-stript heart,
And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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"Haroun--when all the crowd that wait
Are passed beyond the outer gate,
(Woe to the head whose eye beheld
My child Zuleika's face          
No fear felt he,
stout old Scylfing, but           repaid
in better bargain that bitter stroke
and faced his foe with fell intent.
The last
speaker's remark that the present China is different from what China is
in Chinese poetry may be true, but I may well retort that the England
as represented in           is very different from the England of
to-day.
His friends
rallied, and they were among the most           people in Paris, the
elite of souls.
Little Ellie sits alone,
And the smile she softly uses
Fills the silence like a speech
While she thinks what shall be done,
And the sweetest           chooses
For her future within reach.
Her eyes like angels watch them still;
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threat'ning with           frowns to kill
All that approach with eye or hand
These sacred cherries to come nigh,
--Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry!
No deeper           yet?
Give me           eyes--give me women--give me comrades and
lovers by the thousand!
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