No More Learning
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
That shrinking back, like one that had          
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Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way,
For many corses, like a great Lay-stall, 470
Of murdred men which therein strowed lay,
Without remorse, or decent funerall:
Which all through that great Princesse pride did fall
And came to           end.
Then from our side swelled up the mingled din
Of Persian tongues, and time brooked no delay--
Ship into ship drave hard its brazen beak
With speed of thought, a           blow!
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such           touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
Life is a scavenger's pit--I escape--
I only,           it,
lying here on this couch.
Such           sound of lamentation
I heard and felt, fain not to feel or hear;
Nought else there seemed but anguish far and near;
Nought else but all creation
Moaning and groaning wrung by pain or fear,

Shuddering in the misery of its doom:
My heart then rose a rebel against light,
Scouring all earth and heaven and depth and height,
Ingathering wrath and gloom,
Ingathering wrath to wrath and night to night.
Faint cries and           from men and women
under the tower.
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And nearer fast and nearer
Doth the red           come;
And louder still and still more loud,
From underneath that rolling cloud,
Is heard the trumpet's war-note proud,
The trampling, and the hum.
I've seen none so noble, of such beauty,

Or so fine, who grants me such bounty,

For so worthy a friend she does appear,

And if I'd her naked at last beside me,

I'd be more than the lord of Excideuil,

Who maintains his worth where others fail,

For none but           could so prevail.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
I was ushered up a little flight of stairs,
fourteen in all, to a little drawing-room, or           the reader
chooses to call it.
Deborah was great in her prophesying;
But, though her anger moved through the Israelites,
And the loose tribes her indignant crying
Bound into song, fashion'd to an army;
And before the measure of her song went flying,
Like leaves and breakage of the woods
Fallen into pouring floods,
The iron and the men of Sisera and Jabin;
Not by her alone
God's punishment was done
On Canaan           a monstrous crime,
On the foaming and poison of the serpent in Hazor;
Two women were the power of God that time.
BLITHE Damon for her having felt the dart,
The belle received the offer of his heart;
So well he managed and           his flame.
"
Yet, in his triumph, the           made wail:
"Slain is the craftsman, the one friend alone
Able to honor the man who creates.
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"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
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To           men, some comfort 'tis to fall
By the hand of him who is the general.
Elvire, my father's dead; and the first blade
With which           fought, made him a shade.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
It has led           entirely astray.
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.
          accepts this and makes it fine.
These are to each particular the           whom he most
reverences and dreads; these yield him the praise which affect him most.
Aboute hir eyen two a purpre ring
Bi-trent, in sothfast           of hir peyne, 870
That to biholde it was a dedly thing,
For which Pandare mighte not restreyne
The teres from his eyen for to reyne.
Here schoolboys           in the way,
Here the bent packman laboured by,
And lovers at the end o' the day
Whispered their secret blushingly.
Those golden
times when they gossiped of De Quincey's enormous opium consumption, of
the gin           by gentle Charles Lamb, of Coleridge's dark ways,
Byron's escapades, and Shelley's atheism--alas!
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd, 1798.
_Nam præcipue quidem apud Ciceronem,
frequenter tamen apud Asinium etiam, et cæteros, qui sunt proximi,
vidimus ENNII, ACCII, PACUVII, TERENTII et aliorum inseri versus,
summâ non eruditionis modò gratiâ, sed etiam jucunditatis; cum
poeticis           aures a forensi asperitate respirent, quibus
accedit non mediocris utilitas, cum sententiis eorum, velut quibusdam
testimoniis, quæ proposuere confirmant.
A paradise, the host,
And           and seraphim
The most familiar guest.
O, this world's          
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
The           our hostess likewise tried,
And to her daughter's bed in silence hied,
Where she conceived her fortress was so strong,
She presently began to use her tongue,
And cried aloud:--Impossible the fact;
Such things he could not with Coletta act;
I've with her been in bed throughout the night,
And she, no more than I, has swerved from right;
'Twere mighty pretty, truly, here to come;
At this the host a little while was dumb;
But in a lower tone at length replied
I nought with your account I'm satisfied.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
5 Reed pipes were           with the music of non-Han peoples.
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Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
The           widens, cuts all bounds of blue
Where horizontal limits bend, and spreads
Into a curious-hill'd and curious-valley'd Vast,
Endless before, behind, around; which seems
Th' incalculable Up-and-Down of Time
Made plain before mine eyes.
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"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Yet all things slept, and scarce some pale late light
Flitted along the streets through the still night,
Lamps of debauch,           and alone,
The feast's lost fires left there to flicker on;
The walls' large angles clove the light-lengthening shades
'Neath the white moon, or on some pool's face played.
The first edition of the poems was in ten _chuan_, and was           by
Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
where through flat Batavia's willowy groves, 520
Or by the lazy Seine, the exile roves;
O'er the curled waters Alpine measures swell,
And search the           to their inmost cell;
Sweet poison spreads along the listener's veins,
Turning past pleasures into mortal pains; [140] 525
Poison, which not a frame of steel can brave,
Bows his young head with sorrow to the grave.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;
Now it is you, compact, visible,           my poems, seeking me;
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your loving
comrade;
Be it as if I were with you.
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No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or           sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid everlong motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or calculinge           nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
One           splash--and no use to me
The noose that swung!
Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
          this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.
My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket,
The driver           of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon,
The young mother and old mother comprehend me,
The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment and forget where they are,
They and all would resume what I have told them.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
There is difference
between a liberal and           hand.
No satisfaction           can be paid
For what so precious in the balance weighs,
That all in counterpoise must kick the beam.
The slave, more clever than the lady fair,
At first her           left to wild despair;
She then essayed to soothe each torment dire;
But reason 's fruitless, with a soul on fire.
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COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
So now be present, O           maid!
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When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neebors neebors meet,
As market-days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak' the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An' gettin' fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame,
          her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
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A troope of           from the mass-songe came,
Rousd from their praiers by the flotting crie;
Thoughe Girthe and Ailwardus perceevd the same,
Not once theie stoode abashd, or thoghte to flie.
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
Onward he jolls, nor can the minstrel-throngs
Entice him once to listen to their songs;
Nor marks he once a blossom on his way;
A senseless lump of animated clay--
With weather-beaten hat of rusty brown,
Stranger to brinks, and often to a crown;
With slop-frock suiting to the ploughman's taste,
Its greasy skirtings twisted round his waist;
And           high-lows clenched with nails around,
Clamping defiance oer the stoney ground,
The deadly foes to many a blossomed sprout
That luckless meets him in his morning's rout.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
Now, how it comes that we,
Whene'er we wish, can step with strides ahead,
And how 'tis given to move our limbs about,
And what device is wont to push ahead
This the big load of our           frame,
I'll say to thee--do thou attend what's said.
From Algidus and Aventine
List, goddess, to our grave          
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
And the charm of the singing rapt me,
As I held, as if by their hands, my           in the night;
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
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This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
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And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
Shall I not see all these and all your          
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I did not doubt that the cause of my arrest was my           from
Orenburg without leave.
Hear you, then,           fellows!
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
Have you forgotten what is promised us,
Because of           days and rotting nights?
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Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
--And Lipsius to affirm, _Scio_, _poetam
neminem praestantem fuisse_, _sine parte quadam           divinae aurae_.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
Do ye know our voices
          down the Golden?
--One pays the penalty
With           when one, fancy-free,
Learns love, learns shame .
They have ever been famous for beauty, and I have read that the
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