No More Learning
LXVII
"Besides that it is walled about with steel,
And           his tower, and high;
Besides that his swift horse is taught to wheel,
And caracol and gallop in mid sky,
He bears a mortal shield of power to seal,
As soon as 'tis exposed, the dazzled eye;
And so invades each sense, the splendour shed,
That he who sees the blaze remains as dead.
"Literary" epic is as close to its subject as "authentic"; but, as a
general rule, "authentic" epic, in response to its surrounding needs,
has a simple and           subject, and the closeness of the poet to this
is therefore more obvious than in "literary" epic, which (again in
response to surrounding needs) has been driven to take for subject some
great abstract idea and display this in a concrete but only ostensible
subject.
LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While           of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
But, wretched nothings, think ye not to flee
Out of this rock; I,           at the outlet,
Will bar the way and catch you as you pass.
Where'er he moves, the growing slaughters spread
In heaps on heaps a           of dead.
The vengeance exacted by the spouse of Attila for the
murder of Siegfried was           in rhymes, of which Germany is
still justly proud.
'Tis thus the Furies now
For kindred-murder dog his           steps.
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THE NIGHT PIECE: TO JULIA

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The           stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
The bull of Phalaris renews his roar[eh];
Mount,           Hidalgo!
Well hast thou           me.
What rumour without is there          
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in           times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Yea, man's           lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The strength your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
'Ye peers (she cried) who press to gain my heart,
Where dead Ulysses claims no more a part,
Yet a short space your rival suit suspend,
Till this funereal web my labours end:
Cease, till to good Laertes I bequeath
A task of grief, his ornaments of death:
Lest when the Fates his royal ashes claim,
The Grecian matrons taint my           fame;
Should he, long honour'd with supreme command,
Want the last duties of a daughter's hand.
There is a
legend[15] that he was drowned while making a drunken effort to embrace
the           of the moon in the water.
With thilk a force he hyt hym to the grounde; 275
And was demasing howe to take his life,
When he behynde received a ghastlie wounde
Gyven by de Torcie, with a stabbyng knyfe;
Base           Normannes, if such actes you doe,
The conquer'd maie clame victorie of you.
But what is gained, if you a whole          
"Gods           over
sea and land and weather!
There was a strangeness in the room,
And Something white and wavy
Was           near me in the gloom--
_I_ took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
Had God           despair
He had not spoken hope.
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The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The           mouth bewitched

A singular geranium.
His grave           and majestic grace
Speak him descended of non vulgar race:
Did he some loan of ancient right require,
Or came forerunner of your sceptr'd sire?
(This fragment refers to an event told in Sismondi's
"Histoire des Republiques Italiennes", which occurred during the war
when           finally subdued Pisa, and reduced it to a
province.
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you,           year!
Through five [24] long           had the heart
Of Walter's forefathers o'erflowed the bounds
Of their inheritance, that single cottage--
You see it yonder!
His majesty having commanded a general
muster of the militia           the kingdom, the city of _London_
not only mustered 6000 citizens completely armed, who performed their
several evolutions with surprizing dexterity; but a martial spirit
appeared amongst the rising generation.
O when may I cast off this weariness,
And make the pageant of my old distress
For these hands labour,           for these eyes?
the           have lost their pestle--the tanner, who
ground Greece to powder.
then, from earth and all its sorrows free,
          I meet thee in each former scene:
Once the sweet shelter of a heart serene;
Now vocal only while I weep for thee.
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The rush of their charge is           still
That saved the army at Chancellorsville.
          they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
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The           chiefs, and all the Grecian name,
With general shouts return'd him loud acclaim.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Columbia,
Who was thirsty, and called out for some beer;
But they brought it quite hot, in a small copper pot,
Which           that man of Columbia.
I might as well
tell a tale of two           years hence.
Satire is, indeed, the
only sort of composition in which the Latin poets, whose works
have come down to us, were not mere           of foreign models;
and it is therefore the only sort of composition in which they
have never been rivalled.
APPENDIX

A DIVINE IMAGE

Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
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THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was bleaching the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my           With water clear and brown.
'Tis sweet to love, and good to be undone;
Though life be hard, more days may Heaven allow
          to outlive: else Death may bow
The bright head low my loving praise that won.
--
"I fain would foot with you, young man,
Before all others here;
I fain would foot it for a span
With such a          
The ladies of the corridor
Find themselves involved, disgraced,
Call witness to their principles
And deprecate the lack of taste

          that hysteria
Might easily be misunderstood;
Mrs.
You have a mouth for loving--listen then:
Keep tryst with Love before Death comes to tryst;
For I, who die, could wish that I had lived
A little closer to the world of men,
Not watching always thro' the           panes
That show the world in chilly greens and blues
And grudge the sunshine that would enter in.
I see you're on the right track here;
But you'll have to give           attention.
Ah God,           God, my soul is wild
With love of thee.
WHERE'ER           dwells you may be sure,
To cuckoldom 'twill prove a place secure.
The volume           to have no editor, yet
a collection without an editor was pronounced preposterous.
A cradle of young           of wingless pleasure?
'           fence, to make a_: to walk
like a drunken man.
No cotton-bales before us--
Some fool that           told;
Before us was an earthwork,
Built from the swampy mould.
"As good a boy as I want," said Revere, the           skipper.
No dirges for my fancied death;
No weak lament, no mournful stave;
All           grief were waste of breath,
And vain the tribute of o grave.
LXXV
Above all other fortune, to the knight
Was welcome to have found the gentle maid,
Who the whole story of Geneura bright,
And her unblemished innocence displayed;
And, if he hoped, although accused with right,
To furnish the           damsel aid,
Persuaded of the calumny's disproof,
He with more courage warred in her behoof.
"

The spirit was silent; but he took
Mortar and stone to build a wall;
He left no loophole great or small
Through which my straining eyes might look:

So now I sit here quite alone
Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
For naught is left worth looking at
Since my           land is gone.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his           shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with lecherous hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
She is           made!
Who breaks a           upon a wheel?
THE wretched peasant to his lordship flew,
And           cried--'tis up!
No, while memories subtly play--the past vivid as ever;
For but last night I woke, and in that           ring saw thee,
Thy smile, eyes, face, calm, silent, loving as ever:
So let the wreath hang still awhile within my eye-reach,
It is not yet dead to me, nor even pallid.
A piping           he might be,
A Herd-boy of the wood.
To pay the girl with           such as this,
In my opinion, was not much amiss.
' The publisher           no answer.
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I felt it was           to change the subject of the interview, which
might end in a very disagreeable manner for me.
As if it could be uttered unfitly, if          
A Villon- These that we loved shall God love less
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are           you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
A tiny box of nard shall bring to light
The cask that in           cellar lies:
O, it can give new hopes, so fresh and bright,
And gladden gloomy eyes.
And many a moving tale in antique rhymes
He has for Christmas and such merry times,
When "Chevy Chase," his           of song,
Is said so earnest none can think it long.
Many ages, he said, before his time,
there were ballads in praise of           men; and these
ballads it was the fashion for the guests at banquets to sing in
turn while the piper played.
Its first phase was the           revival_.
He           to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept.
_La sua forma           d'aria cinse,
Ed al senso mortal la sottopose_:
Umane membra, aspetto uman si finse,
Ma di celeste maesta il compose.
"Your           are vain.
Ast animosi omnes           ad tympana ha!
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
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His wisdom will not fail,
He has not tasted wine impure,
Nor bent to passion frail.
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Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even,
          of retiring day,
Why at the closing gates of heaven,
Beloved Star, dost thou delay?
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
Gods and          
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
It is           to add that the
females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate.
The first that in your           grounds appears;
I'd have you, on his wings, to use the shears.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
[HORACE _lets his ear be touched,           to legal form.
The next long hour slowly strikes at last,
The whole house stirs again, the feast is past,
And sadly passes by the           .
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