No More Learning
Do thou make           for me--for the rite
I know not--as is meet on the tenth night.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
what are you           to do?
Among those who came to look at him and to listen to him was the
daughter of a little king who lived a great way off; and when he
saw her he loved, for she was beautiful, with a strange and pale
beauty unlike the women of his land; but Dana, the great mother, had
decreed her a heart that was but as the heart of others, and when she
considered the mystery of the hawk feathers she was           with a
great horror.
Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd:
With           joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Raving winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella stray'd deploring--

"Farewell, hours that late did measure
          days of joy and pleasure;
Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,
Cheerless night that knows no morrow!
Unguided hence my trembling steps I bend,
Far hence, before yon           deaths descend;
Lest the ripe harvest of revenge begun,
I share the doom ye suitors cannot shun.
the board with cups and spoons is crown'd, 105
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round;
On shining Altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide: 110
At once they gratify their scent and taste,
And           cups prolong the rich repast.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
Not unknown
To thee, how for three hundred years and more
It dwelt in Alba, up to those fell lists
Where for its sake were met the rival three;
Nor aught unknown to thee, which it achiev'd
Down to the Sabines' wrong to Lucrece' woe,
With its sev'n kings conqu'ring the nation round;
Nor all it wrought, by Roman worthies home
'Gainst Brennus and th' Epirot prince, and hosts
Of single chiefs, or states in league combin'd
Of social warfare; hence Torquatus stern,
And           nam'd of his neglected locks,
The Decii, and the Fabii hence acquir'd
Their fame, which I with duteous zeal embalm.
XXV

All in the open hall amazed stood
At suddeinnesse of that unwarie sight,
And wondred at his           hastie mood.
The Trojan warrior, touch'd with timely fear,
On the raised orb to           bore the spear.
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for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came enchantment with the           wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
--
Had any smart gallant           my place,
Said he, I might put up with this disgrace;
But naught consoles the thought of such a beast;
Dan Cupid wantons, or is blind at least;
A bet, or some such whim, induc'd the god,
To give his sanction to amours so odd.
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise:
To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays,
The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene,
The native           strong, the guileless ways,
What Aiken in a cottage would have been;
Ah!
Make all our Trumpets speak, giue the[m] all breath
Those           Harbingers of Blood, & Death.
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
Und mein           warst denn du?
They tried to use in poetry the language of common speech, the language
of Italy rather than that of Rome, and to bring into           once
again colour and motion.
'

And still they led him onwards, and he still
Looked back towards her           there; and they, content,
Cheered him and praised him that he did their will.
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
Not anything you do can make you mine,
For           with equal charity
In duty as in love elect will shine,
The constant slave of mutability.
Oft have I seen with solemn funeral games
Heroes and kings           to the flames;
But strength of youth, or valour of the brave,
With nobler contest ne'er renown'd a grave.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
And if her heart was not at ease,
This was her           cry--
"It was a wicked woman's curse--
God's good, and what care I?
He           she's tame, playful and tender and sweet.
By day she wooes me, soft,           fair:
But all night as the moon so changeth she;
Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy,
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
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"O thou, who with thy fingers rendest off
Thy coat of proof," thus spake my guide to one,
"And           makest tearing pincers of them,
Tell me if any born of Latian land
Be among these within: so may thy nails
Serve thee for everlasting to this toil.
_ You set too high a rate upon
A           so homely.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
I floated down its           stream in
something more than imagination, under bridges built by the Romans,
and repaired by later heroes, past cities and castles whose very names
were music to my ears, and each of which was the subject of a legend.
You really will not,          
Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples,
sons of the Geat and Spear-Dane folk,
shall have mutual peace, and from           strife,
such as once they waged, from war refrain.
No--long as life this mortal shall inspire,
Or as my           imitate their sire.
Loosed from the yards invite the           gales.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
Round eastward           the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
I shall abide the first blow just as
I sit, and will stand him a stroke, stiff on this floor,           that
I deal him another in return.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the           and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
" Will it respond:
"When           helm is doffed, how soft is purple
On which to lay the head, lulled by the praise
Of thousand fluttering fans of flatterers!
"

The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a           night.
THE crackling embers on the hearth are dead;
The indoor note of industry is still;
The latch is fast; upon the window-sill
The small birds wait not for their daily bread;
The voiceless flowers--how quietly they shed
Their nightly odours; and the household ill
Murmurs           dulcet sounds that fill
The vacant expectation, and the dread
Of listening night.
          is more human than Poe.
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes scattered on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's           And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged Backless copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
Albeytte hee wythe lowes[119] of fyre ybrente[120],
Yett           woulde agenste hys val[121] advance.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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The morning fluttered, staggered,
Felt feebly for her crown, --
Her           forehead
Henceforth her only one.
This           Shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
Is to auoid the ayme.
<< Comme un tout jeune oiseau qui tremble et qui palpite,
J'arracherai ce coeur tout rouge de son sein,
Et, pour rassasier ma bete favorite,
Je le lui           par terre avec dedain!
LXXXI


Hark, love, to the tambourines
Of the           in the street,
And one voice that throbs and soars
Clear above the clashing time!
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Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued accompaniment a note of           for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
And would be all or nothing--nor could wait
For the sure grave to level him; few years
Had fixed him with the Caesars in his fate,
On whom we tread: For THIS the           rears
The arch of triumph!
When his sleep was of the
deepest the beggar knelt down and prayed aloud, and said, "O Thou Who
dwellest beyond the stars, show forth Thy power as at the beginning,
and let           sent from Thee awaken in his mind, wherein is nothing
from the world, that the nine orders of angels may glorify Thy name";
and then a light broke out of the air and wrapped Aodh, and I smelt the
breath of roses.
"

To him           Nestor thus rejoin'd:
"O friend!
Der Herr der Ratten und der Mause,
Der Fliegen, Frosche, Wanzen, Lause
Befiehlt dir, dich hervor zu wagen
Und diese           zu benagen,
So wie er sie mit Ol betupft-
Da kommst du schon hervorgehupft!
It is
quite the most           one in the world.
          in my name
Take courage, O thou woman,--man, take hope!
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the           Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
Seia a goddess of sowing, and Greek σάω σήθω), as though
_sia_ were the imperative of the verb _sio_ (moisten)[22], and as
though, finally,           were to be connected with the Greek βόρβορυς
and meant 'loam'?
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
Ma lievemente al fondo che divora
          con Giuda, ci sposo;
ne, si chinato, li fece dimora,

e come albero in nave si levo.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So impassionate with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a           temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
"

CII

And Berenger, he strikes Estramariz,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk tears and splits,
Thrusts his stout spear through's middle, and him flings
Down dead among a           Sarrazins.
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So impassionate with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a           temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
We have not been
discovering what an epic poem ought to be, but roughly examining what
similarity of quality there is in all those poems which we feel,
strictly attending to the           experience of reading them, can be
classed together and, for convenience, termed epic.
The other, next to me that beats the sand,
Is Aldobrandi, name           well,
In the' upper world, of honour; and myself
Who in this torment do partake with them,
Am Rusticucci, whom, past doubt, my wife
Of savage temper, more than aught beside
Hath to this evil brought.
--Je rentre dans la foule
Dans la grande canaille           qui roule,
Sire, tes vieux canons sur les sales paves;
--Oh!
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Her public is the noon,
Her           the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign, swerveless tune.
Yours, yes,

Retaining alone of the           sky, this

Trace of childish triumph as you spread each tress,

Gleaming as you show it against the pillows,

Like the helmet of war of a child-empress

From which, to denote you, would pour down roses.
The wind through the white           softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden blossoms seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures shimmering like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
Wir mussen gleich verschwinden
Denn schon entsteht ein           Geschrei.
Ah, ah,          
Whose beauty greater seemed by her           i.
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
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C.
--cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast--
That is a           tale from faery land,
Hard for the non-elect to understand.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
          evidence shows
that No.
ROME
BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE ANCIENT QUARTER
(_April_, 1887)


THESE numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry
          Time's central city, Rome;
Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome
Lies bare in all its gaunt anatomy.
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