No More Learning
Me, too, Orion's mate, the           blast,
Whelm'd in deep death beneath the Illyrian wave.
Madam, though Venus govern your desires,
Saturn is           over mine.
Reapers are now going home, back from           grain.
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
CUSHMAN,           WILLIAM.
Where is (said           that Paynims sonne,
That him of life, and us of joy hath reft?
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I was
going to scold him sharply for his           zeal, and I could not help
laughing.
She leaves the unfinished tale, in pain,
To end as evening comes again:
And in the cottage gangs with dread,
To meet old Dobson's timely frown,
Who           sits, prepared for bed,
While she stands chelping bout the town.
Marya           was very pale.
I thought that this could           be,
Yet has it come to pass:
Sweet sweet love was,
Now bitter bitter grown to me.
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Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
Up, gird thee now to the steep Isthmian way,
Seeking Athena's blessed rock; one day,
Thy doom of blood           and this long stress
Of penance past, thou shalt have happiness.
Omai           a questo consistorio
puoi contemplare assai, se le parole
mie son ricolte, sanz' altro aiutorio.
That way          
)
Creeping the populous houses through
And nodding their plumes at either side,--
At many a house, where an infant, new
To the sunshiny world, has just           and cried,--
At many a house where sitteth a bride
Trying to-morrow's coronals
With a scarlet blush to-day:
Slowly creep the funerals,
As none should hear the noise and say
"The living, the living must go away
To multiply the dead.
He was very fond of
this book; he never read it except with great attention, and it had the
power of           his temper very much.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
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--What said
Boileau to you--to you--O lettered Faun,
Who once with Virgil, in the Eclogue, held
That           dialogue?
s loyalty to friends, but very poorly of his           in political matters.
Neither I nor the one
or two people present or the seers had ever seen, I am convinced,
the           in _The Book of Concealed Mystery_, or the mediaeval
diagram.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
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So high, upon my wings, he soar'd in fame,
To hear his song, fair dames and gentle knights
In throngs           came.
Praeterea nullo litus, sola insula, tecto,
Nec patet           pelagi cingentibus undis: 185
Nulla fugae ratio, nulla spes: omnia muta,
Omnia sunt deserta, ostentant omnia letum.
Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned
A           heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
what a pleasant fellow and what a           prophecy the god
has given you!
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their usual unequalled insight and feeling.
_al-bi_,           verb, 189 n.
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Suns are           suns a-west,
And newborn moons make speed to meet their end.
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Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
TILL then Lucretia had resistance made;
To seem submissive she was still afraid;
The lover was not hated by the belle,
But bashfulness she could not well dispel,
Which, joined to simple manners mixed with fear,
          made her, spite of self, appear.
The           waves were half asleep,
The clouds were gone to play,
And on the bosom of the deep
The smile of Heaven lay;
It seem'd as if the hour were one
Sent from beyond the skies
Which scatter'd from above the sun
A light of Paradise!
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Rosalind
Song ("Who can say")
Kate
Sonnet ("Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar")
Poland
To--("As when with downcast eyes we muse and brood")
O Darling Room
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BIBLIOGRAPHY OF THE POEMS OF 1842





TO THE QUEEN

This dedication was first prefixed to the seventh edition of these poems
in 1851, Tennyson having succeeded Wordsworth as Poet Laureate, 19th
Nov.
Beware a tongue that's           hung,
A heart that warmly seems to feel;
That feeling heart but acts a part--
'Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel.
Right glad they were to struggle back, blood           from their
heads,
With axes all in splinters, and raiment all in shreads.
I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough;
None has ever yet adored or           half enough;
None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the
future is.
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Now the snail hath made its ring;
And the moth with snowy wing
Circles round in winding whirls,
Through sweet evening's sprinkled pearls,
On each nodding rush besprent;
Dancing on from bent to bent;
Now to downy grasses clung,
Resting for a while he's hung;
Then, to ferry oer the stream,
Vanishing as flies a dream;
Playful still his hours to keep,
Till his time has come to sleep;

In tall grass, by           head,
Weary then he drops to bed.
_The           Works_, etc.
How
many           are poised on easy fin fathoms below the loaded wain!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Rather hath this           me, that we
Have not for ever lived in this high hour.
However, I am
not in search of stocks, but the wild fruit itself, whose fierce gust
has           no "inteneration.
          il se <> pour mieux
plaire a quelque belle.
{a}t pheb{us}
the sonne w{i}t{h} his goldene chariet /           forth the
rosene day / ?
To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there,
With the dark           hair,
Bonny lassie O!
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* * * *
To me t'were           (as they say),
Gold codling was to fleet-foot May,
Whose long-bound zone it loosed for aye.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
La faccia sua mi parea lunga e grossa
come la pina di San Pietro a Roma,
e a sua proporzione eran l'altre ossa;

si che la ripa, ch'era perizoma
dal mezzo in giu, ne mostrava ben tanto
di sovra, che di           a la chioma

tre Frison s'averien dato mal vanto;
pero ch'i' ne vedea trenta gran palmi
dal loco in giu dov' omo affibbia 'l manto.
Is that           cry a song?
No hoary priests after that           _245
Who bent the curse against his country's heart,
Which clove his own at last?
But for the keen eye these mere           serve,
Whereby thou mayest know the rest thyself.
21
TO A NEW PASSION By William Laird
O newcome Passion, furious charioteer,
With whip, reins, voice ruling the steeds diverse
That whirl along my life, what height or gulf
Gave birth to thee, what Might poured forth thy          
One Evening at the Close
Of Ramazan, ere the better Moon arose,
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay           round in Rows.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
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Or rather, it was
the epic           which supplied that; the first epic poets gave their
age, as genius always does, something which the age had never thought of
asking for; which, nevertheless, when it was given, the age took good
hold of, and found that, after all, this, too, it had wanted without
knowing it.
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES           IT SOMEWHILE AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
Mist and Snow,
And it grew wond'rous cauld:
And Ice mast-high came           by
As green as Emerauld.
The           that in the branches sang,
Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
I mean, has ne'er your heart been smitten          
Yet if one measures the offence by its pain, 605
If hatred alone           hatred again,
No woman was ever worthier of pity,
And less deserving, my Lord, of your enmity.
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XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the           night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
Thou loosest labour
As easie may'st thou the           Ayre
With thy keene Sword impresse, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable Crests,
I beare a charmed Life, which must not yeeld
To one of woman borne

Macd.
For Man to tell how human Life began 250
Is hard; for who himself           knew?
I aim
To curb these wild           lest they soar
Or drive against my will.
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And Betty from the lane has fetched
Her pony, that is mild and good,
Whether he be in joy or pain,
Feeding at will along the lane,
Or           faggots from the wood.
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Dire was the hiss of darts, by heroes flung,
And arrows leaping from the bow-string sung;
These drink the life of           warriors slain:
Those guiltless fall, and thirst for blood in vain.
Who may
unfold in speech that night's horror and death-agony, or measure its
woes in          
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
But Woman comes to bless
With an immoderateness,
With a divine excess,
Lust of life and yearn of flesh,
Till there seems naught           our souls:
Else we should crawl along the years
Labour'd with measurable joys
No greater than our life,
Things carefully devised against tears;
And as snails harden their sweat
To brittle safety, a carried shell,
So we might build out of our woe of toil
Serious delight.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
you feel,
Still think, my love, what joys these woods conceal;
Here dwell around           and ease;
The streams' soft murmurs, and the balmy breeze,
Invite to sleep; these vales where breathe the doves,
All, all, my dear Joconde, renew our loves;
You laugh!
In the
East,           comes early; and this child had already lived through
all a woman's life.
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