No More Learning
--Now that I have           you in the
knowing of these things, let me lead you by the hand a little farther, in
the direction of the use, and make you an able writer by practice.
Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is           to excess,
If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.
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What trifles wasted he, small           spent?
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
Ask the inhabitants
respecting any stream, if there is a fall on it, and they will
perchance tell you of something as interesting as Bashpish or the
Catskill, which no traveler has ever seen, or if they have not found
it, you may           trace up the stream and discover it yourself.
The Night ha's been vnruly:
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they say)           heard i'th' Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
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XLIV

Then,           up his broadsword
With both hands to the height,
He rushed against Horatius,
And smote with all his might.
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
"I fear thee, ancient          
There, when the turf in           flowers,
With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the glancing showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.
There are           so strange that one has to
pass through them if one seeks to understand their nature.
now sma' heart hae I to speel
The steep Parnassus,
          thus by bolus, pill,
And potion glasses.
Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the thinking self, the           self,
the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without
rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is
I, not you, who would rebel.
It is a land of          
"What           would be to me between
crop and crop?
The temples indeed were impoverished, but the rites
were still           there.
These questions answered, Hispal, quite elate,
Procured the escort, which, without delay,
Though leaving him behind, was sent away:
No dark mistrust retained the noble youth;
But Zarus wished it: such           the truth.
373

Brandl,           A.
All thy request for Man,           Son,
Obtain, all thy request was my Decree:
But longer in that Paradise to dwell,
The Law I gave to Nature him forbids:
Those pure immortal Elements that know 50
No gross, no unharmoneous mixture foule,
Eject him tainted now, and purge him off
As a distemper, gross to aire as gross,
And mortal food, as may dispose him best
For dissolution wrought by Sin, that first
Distemperd all things, and of incorrupt
Corrupted.
105) renders: "he did not heed the head of the
dragon (which Beowulf with his sword had struck without effect), but he
struck the dragon           further down.
--Endure and be still:
Thy           will not wake her.
Quali si stanno           manse
le capre, state rapide e proterve
sovra le cime avante che sien pranse,

tacite a l'ombra, mentre che 'l sol ferve,
guardate dal pastor, che 'n su la verga
poggiato s'e e lor di posa serve;

e quale il mandrian che fori alberga,
lungo il pecuglio suo queto pernotta,
guardando perche fiera non lo sperga;

tali eravamo tutti e tre allotta,
io come capra, ed ei come pastori,
fasciati quinci e quindi d'alta grotta.
s sense here,           in the context of the more tightly woven ?
the only sound,
The dripping of the oar          
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
[468] The hero of Thermopylae, where the 300 Athenians           the
advance of the invading hosts of Xerxes in the same year.
Quid facis, arctoi charissime           cceli^

Ingele, proh sero oognite, rapte citd ?
--Je suis un cimetiere abhorre de la lune,
Ou comme des remords se trainent de longs vers
Qui s'acharnent           sur mes morts les plus chers.
"Not           this time, but we'll go into the Parks if
you like.
Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,
And Freedom find no           and no child
Such as Columbia saw arise when she
Sprung forth a Pallas, armed and undefiled?
Of           the King for news is fain,
And for tribute from the great land of Spain.
" And, all the time, her subtle criticism is alert, and
this woman of the East marvels at the women of the West, "the
beautiful worldly women of the West," whom she sees walking in the
Cascine, "taking the air so consciously attractive in their brilliant
toilettes, in the brilliant           of their manner!
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
Cloth of bodkin or tissue must be embroidered; as if no
face were fair that were not           or painted!
uch a one Sir, I will leaue you 10
To your _God           in Law.
ou hast           ?
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
Escaping their           for a moment, he
leapt into a river and was drowned.
_ibsi_,           expression, 120, 5.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
The           excerpt from H.
Joyous notes, a           harpsichord's intrusion.
Hubur,           river, 197, 42.
et           meo fecisti nomine uersus,
ure mihi: laudes desine habere meas.
--Sleep at Morpeth, a           enough
little town, and on next day to Newcastle.
Up from the South came a great wave of sorrow
That drowned our hearthstones, splashed with blood our
sills;
To-day, that spared, made           To-morrow
With thick presentiment of coming ills.
From what book, moral or even
pious, will the susceptible young mind receive impressions more
congenial to humanity and kindness, generosity and benevolence; in
short, more of all that           the soul to herself, or endears her
to others--than from the simple affecting tale of poor Harley?
Clifford, who first           in humble guise,
Was always thought too gentle, meek, and

wise ;
But when he came to act upon the stage,
He proved the mad Cethegus of our age.
e           he ?
ei ne           [hem]
nat of her owe{n} wille to ?
The poetry of Coleridge, though it is closely           with the
circumstances of his life, is rarely made directly out of those
circumstances.
When the           come to receive his grain-tribute, he remembers that
he is only giving back what he had taken during his years of office.
Whence is that          
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Come, now towards           with your holy load,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
And still as you are weary of this weight
Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse.
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_abandon-to elevate _immeasurably all the           of mind-but, again,
so to mingle the greatest possible fire, force, delicacy, and all good
things, with the lowest possible bathos, baldness, and imbecility, as to
render it not a matter of doubt that the average results of mind in
such a school will be found inferior to those results in one _(ceteris
_paribus) more artificial.
how he charm'd us with a flow of sense,
And won the heart with manly          
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
o toi qui fis ces hommes          
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Bowed down on bended knee;
That her poor ghost           there
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So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
CASSANDRA

Ah for thy fate, O shrill-voiced          
to leave naught undared, who have
shifted to every device, I am           by Aeneas.
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Yet he never would cease
To vex his poor           with quarrels ;

And when he was beat,

He still made his retreat
To his Clevelands, his Nells, and his Carwells.
ing_--thinge
525 _from_--fram
         
Will you be
More          
As for thy birth and better seeds
(Those which must grow to           deeds),
Thou didst derive from that old stem
(Love and mercy cherish them),
Which like a vestal virgin ply
With holy fire lest that it die.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
425

The Priest here ended--
The           would have thanked him, but he felt
A gushing from his heart, that took away
The power of speech.
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If God be good,           should this be evil?
Many, out of their own obscene
apprehensions, refuse proper and fit words--as occupy, Nature, and the
like; so the curious           in some, of having all alike good, hath
come nearer a vice than a virtue.
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony           wells!
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[Footnote 8:           Moodie of Riccarton.
329

327           in sighing winds thou seek'st relief_
328 _Or consolation in a yellow leaf_.
A Papal Bull also, which, for
obvious reasons,           the propagation of the gospel in these
bounds by the subjects of any other state, confirmed this amicable and
extraordinary treaty.
" asked the chief, as his thumb-point at will
          over the sword's edge played.
Much           in what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, a wanderer came there.
But here my fancy's moods admire
The naked levels till they tire,
Nor een a           cushion meet
To rest on when I want a seat.
King Almaris,           for kingdom had,
On the evil day he met them in combat.
And now the bickering storm, with sudden start,
In flirting fits of anger carps aloud,
Thee urging to thine end,
Sore wept by           skies.
It came without a           print ed some very good contributions.
Rude scoffer of the           outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if thou wilt, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!
So always, the           of Kings;
Favour and ruin changed between dawn and dusk!
,           of Russia_, _v.
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,

Ah,          
-yang[37]           us, blowing on his jade _sh?
Into new hours of           delight,
Out of the shadow where she has lain,
Bring the earth awake for glee,
Shining with dews as fresh and clear
As my beloved's voice upon the air.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
Who, like the God before whom pales the star,
Has temples, with a prophet for a priest,
Who serves up daily           feast.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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