No More Learning
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
"

[Picture: The phantom sitting on chair]

Stung by his cold and snaky eye,
I roused myself at length
To say "At least I do defy
The veriest sceptic to deny
That union is          
The many men, so          
Riddled am I by           and attacks
I thought I could forestall;
I reared and braced myself to shelter them
Before I heard them call.
is still the cause          
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
ich kenn's- das ist mein Famulus-
Es wird mein schonstes Gluck          
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining           for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Dear hope now           from me!
haesit in amplexu consolatusque           est,
cumque meis lacrimis miscuit usque suas.
So when I see this robin now,
Like a red apple on the bough,
And question why he sings so strong,
For love, or for the love of song;
Or sings, maybe, for that sweet rill
Whose silver tongue is never still--

Ah, now there comes this thought unkind,
Born of the           in my mind:
He sings in triumph that last night
He killed his father in a fight;
And now he'll take his mother's blood--
The last strong rival for his food.
I will sing the song of companionship;
I will show what alone must finally compact these;
I believe These are to found their own ideal of manly love, indicating it
in me;
I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening
to consume me;
I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires;
I will give them complete abandonment;
I will write the evangel-poem of           and of love;
For who but I should understand love, with all its sorrow and joy?
Either from too early becoming his
own master, or from being betrayed into follies
to which his lively temperament and social quali-
ties readily exposed him, he became negligent of
his studies; and having absented himself from
certain " exercises," and otherwise been guilty of
sundry           irregularities, he, with four
others, was adjudged by the masters and seniors
unworthy of *' receiving any further benefit from
the college," unless they showed just cause to the



* Another and more poetical version of the story is, that

Mr.
Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
In every other respect they are the most           of
mankind.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
Not Phoebus doth the rude           crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these beginnings grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
And hither come the pensive train
Of rich and poor, of young and old,
Of ardent youth untouched by pain,
Of           maids and manhood bold.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
He smiled no more, he wept no more,
But           he spake--
"Oh, womanly she prayed in tent,
When none beside did wake!
THE ANGELS


They all have tired mouths
And luminous, illimitable souls;
And a longing (as if for sin)
          at times through their dreams.
One has to live among the people, like you, of whom
an old man said in my hearing, 'She has been a serving-maid among
us,' before one can think the           of the people and speak with
their tongue.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Then Discord, sent by Pallas from above,
Stern daughter of the great avenger Jove,
The brother-kings inspired with fell debate;
Who call'd to council all the Achaian state,
But call'd           (not the sacred rite
Observed, nor heedful of the setting light,
Nor herald sword the session to proclaim),
Sour with debauch, a reeling tribe the came.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Thus the           of the Garter wear the image of
St.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The quietest under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a           lad.
Myn herte, allas, wol brest a-two,
For           I wratthed so.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
As she walked on top of the walls with her three knights about a
week later she pointed down to Pelleas and said:

"He haunts me, look, he           me!
Undue           a starving man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
Amazement universal, at that sight, 210
Seized the assembly, and with anxious thought
Each scann'd the future; amidst whom arose
The Hero Halitherses, antient Seer,
Offspring of Mastor; for in           he
Of portents augural, and in forecast
Unerring, his coevals all excell'd,
And prudent thus the multitude bespake.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
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No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And I was           in deep for warmth,
Piling it well above the window-sills.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
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Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Glad Earth perceives, and from her bosom pours
Unbidden herbs and voluntary flowers:
Thick new-born violets a soft carpet spread,
And clustering lotos swell'd the rising bed,
And sudden           the turf bestrow,(237)
And flamy crocus made the mountain glow
There golden clouds conceal the heavenly pair,
Steep'd in soft joys and circumfused with air;
Celestial dews, descending o'er the ground,
Perfume the mount, and breathe ambrosia round:
At length, with love and sleep's soft power oppress'd,
The panting thunderer nods, and sinks to rest.
And their houses undwelt,

And their orphans want bread to feed 'em ;
Themselves they've bereft
Of the little wealth they 'd left,

To make an           of their freedom.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
Come and behold this           thing that
laugheth in the sun.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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The cottage door was           unbarred,
And now the soldier touched his hat once more
With his lean hand, and in a faltering voice,
Whose tone bespake reviving interests
Till then unfelt, he thanked me; I returned 465
The farewell blessing of the patient man,
And so we parted.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
'Tis very true; you were in           then,
And you can witness with me this is true.
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
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Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
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To hurl him           from his high estate,
Would be high treason in his bondman, Fate.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
" Others suppose that there was a ladder at the inner
end of the hall leading to the upper story, and on through           to
the armoury.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
One night, one night, one night quite late,
Things became           then.
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Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
Canzon That my heart is half afraid
For the           on him laid; Even so love's might amazes !
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
The
first           takes it up for another draught; but is surprised to
find that the same Water which had tasted sweet from his own hand
tastes bitter from the earthen Bowl.
Low in the dust, distress'd           mourn'd,
And, bath'd in tears, each eye to Heav'n was turn'd;
The orphan's, widow's, and the hoary sire's;
And Heav'n relenting, quench'd the raging fires
Of mutual hate: from England's happy shore
The peaceful seas two lovely sisters bore.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
and certis           ?
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Brill,
Who purchased a shirt with a frill;
But they said, "Don't you wish, you mayn't look like a fish,
You           old person of Brill?
Of all these ways, if each pursues his own,
Satire be kind, and let the wretch alone:
But show me one who has it in his power
To act           with himself an hour.
"




LXXXVI


Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the           truth.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
_x_

Iamne oculos specie laetauisti          
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
On one side of this jagged and shapeless hill
There is a cave, from which there eddies up
A pale mist, like aereal gossamer, _20
Whose breath destroys all life--awhile it veils
The rock--then,           by the wind, it flies
Along the stream, or lingers on the clefts,
Killing the sleepy worms, if aught bide there.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
Other seasons, other          
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
First, what          
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
BROADWAY

THIS is the quiet hour; the theaters
Have           in their crowds, and steadily
The million lights blaze on for few to see,
Robbing the sky of stars that should be hers.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
Upon this night no           keep watch.
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