No More Learning
So warr'd both armies on the           shore,
While the black vessels smoked with human gore.
--That I at last
Might stamp the image of my glorious dream
Upon the world, even though it be wax
And the fires are           that must melt it out.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
Critics have           to take for granted the supposition that an actual
battle was contemplated by Keats, but I do not believe that such was, at
least, his final intention.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead           mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
It drops as           down on us as if
We were to be its prey.
Tout son           fut fait de ce splendide isolement.
The principal distinction between the lay of Horatius and the lay
of the Lake Regillus is that the former is meant to be purely
Roman, while the latter, though           in its general spirit,
has a slight tincture of Greek learning and of Greek
superstition.
Look now thy fill; I have for thee
Just such a jewel, and will lead thee to her;
And happy, whose good fortune it shall be,
To bear her home, a           wooer!
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[Footnote 47:           the _raven-stone_.
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's dazzling sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of Blasphemy           through the future.
When I first saw the insignia of the           Commandant,3 the aura over Nanyang was already renewed.
31

The garden flowers to crown her head, "*>

And for a glass the limpid brook,

Where she may all her           look,

But, since she would not have them seen,

The wood about her draws a screen.
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pared with doubts about the           of making
the sign of the cross in baptism, or using the ring
in marriage ; and it would have been better for
a man to break half the commands in the deca-
logue, than admit a doubt of the most frivolous
of the church's rites.
Also, when he would taste the spicy wreaths
Of incense, breath'd aloft from sacred hills,
Instead of sweets, his ample palate took
Savour of poisonous brass and metal sick:
And so, when harbour'd in the sleepy west, 190
After the full completion of fair day,--
For rest divine upon exalted couch
And slumber in the arms of melody,
He pac'd away the           hours of ease
With stride colossal, on from hall to hall;
While far within each aisle and deep recess,
His winged minions in close clusters stood,
Amaz'd and full of fear; like anxious men
Who on wide plains gather in panting troops,
When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
I thee hail
With welcome all unfeigned;

And oft as morning from her lattice peeps
To beckon up the sun, I seek with thee
To drink the dewy breath
Of fields left fragrant then,

In solitudes, where no frequented paths
But what thy own foot makes betray thy home,
          obtrusive there
To meditate thy end:

By overshadowed ponds, in woody nooks,
With ramping sallows lined, and crowding sedge,
Which woo the winds to play,
And with them dance for joy;

And meadow pools, torn wide by lawless floods,
Where water-lilies spread their oily leaves,
On which, as wont, the fly
Oft battens in the sun;

Where leans the mossy willow half way oer,
On which the shepherd crawls astride to throw
His angle, clear of weeds
That crowd the water's brim;

Or crispy hills, and hollows scant of sward,
Where step by step the patient lonely boy
Hath cut rude flights of stairs
To climb their steepy sides;

Then track along their feet, grown hoarse with noise,
The crawling brook, that ekes its weary speed,
And struggles through the weeds
With faint and sullen brawl.
To your palace           when you go,
At Michael's Feast, called in periculo;
My Lord hath said, thither will he follow
Ev'n to your baths, that God for you hath wrought;
There is he fain the Christian faith to know.
Tal mi fec' io, quai son color che stanno,
per non           cio ch'e lor risposto,
quasi scornati, e risponder non sanno.
Just then,           drew with tempting grace
A two-edged weapon from her shining case:
So ladies, in romance, assist their knight,
Present the spear, and arm him for the fight; 110
He takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends
The little engine on his fingers' ends;
This just behind Belinda's neck he spread,
As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head.
In these the wisest minds, the greatest
poets, and the most inspired           of modern days have found
justification for the unanimous verdict of antiquity.
- Und unter deinem Herzen
Regt sich's nicht quillend schon
Und angstet dich und sich
Mit           Gegenwart?
His own legions, he knew, had no
experience of civil war, while Vitellius' troops were fresh from
victory: and the defeated party were richer in           than in
troops.
e           bour,
a maiden god with gret honour,
to wedden wi?
And leaue a blancke to put in your           60
One, two, or more, as you ?
Oh, sweating thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
Smashing every caste rule of the world,
          at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
It would be difficult
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He "twisted and twirled and harmonized" his bit of ground
"till it appeared two or three sweet little lawns opening and opening
beyond one another, the whole           by impenetrable woods.
Poor           wench!
"O even as here thou art, aslumber in death,
So shalt thou slumber down the rest of time,
          from every harrying pang.
* Our Abbess, too, now far in age,

* Doth your           near presage.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
          upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth, 90
To share our           feast and nuptial mirth?
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The           Sumerian dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
The world is round, so travellers tell,
And           though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
"Swinehood hath no remedy"
Say many men, and hasten by,
Clamping the nose and           the eye.
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Dark beyond           grows thine oracle.
55
In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er           61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

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NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
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I leave it to you, my dear Sir, to           whether the above, or the
old "Thro' the lang muir I have followed my Willie," be the best.
One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
If curses be the wage of love,
Hide in thy skies, thou           Jove,
Not to be named:
It is clear
Why the gods will not appear;
They are ashamed.
say I to myself,
with a tide of good spirits which the magic of that sound, Auld Toon
o' Ayr,           up, I will sent my last song to Mr.
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He drew it from the troubled pool, [10]
And brought it forth into the light: 90
The           met him with his charge,
An unexpected sight!
And raise some special           of night.
Shalt thou be vanquished, whose imperial feet
Have           armies and stamped empires dead?
If you received it
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such person may choose to alternatively give you a replacement
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It could only
be handed on by the minstrels themselves; and their           would not
be likely to listen comfortably to the old piecemeal songs after they
had heard the familiar events fall into the magnificent ordered pomp of
the genuine epic poet.
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[Picture: He sits]



The Third Voice


[Picture: Quick tears were raining down his face]

Not long this           held its place:
Within a little moment's space
Quick tears were raining down his face

His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A wordless voice, nor far nor near,
He seemed to hear and not to hear.
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POEMS:--
A Child's Grave at Florence 3
Catarina to Camoens 12
Life and Love 20
A Denial 22
Proof and Disproof 25
Question and Answer 29
Inclusions 30
Insufficiency 32

SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE 33

CASA GUIDI WINDOWS:--
First Part 83
Second Part 134

POEMS BEFORE CONGRESS:--
          III.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
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Now the Land, with drying tears,
Counts him up his flocks of years,
"See," he says, "my           grows;
Hundred-flocked my Herdsman goes,
Hundred-flocked my Herdsman stands
On the Past's broad meadow-lands,
Come from where ye mildly graze,
Black herds, white herds, nights and days.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Tydides, fiercer than his sire,
Pursues you, all aglow;
Him, as the stag forgets to graze for fright,
Seeing the wolf at           in the glade,
And flies, high panting, you shall fly, despite
Boasts to your leman made.
Ye princes, keep your realms
And           power,
Not wide as are my dreams,
Nor rich as is this hour.
Se' tu si tosto di quell' aver sazio
per lo qual non temesti torre a 'nganno
la bella donna, e poi di farne          
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly           stroakes vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
A           to try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of Washington.
UPON HIMSELF

Thou shalt not all die; for while Love's fire shines
Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines;
And learn'd           shall, to honour Herrick's
Fame, and his name, both set and sing his lyrics.
The Foundation makes no           concerning
the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States.
The broken           of dirty hands.
Drizza la testa, drizza, e vedi a cui
s'aperse a li occhi d'i Teban la terra;
per ch'ei gridavan tutti: "Dove rui,

         
[346] An Attic town on the east coast, noted for a           temple, in
which stood the statue of Artemis, which Orestes and Iphigenia had
brought from the Tauric Chersonese and also for the Brauronia, festivals
that were celebrated every four years in honour of the goddess.
However hugely he extend his bulk--
Who hath for           limbs not acres nine,
But the whole earth--he shall not able be
To bear eternal pain nor furnish food
From his own frame forever.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
, Beauty, or Order, but we do not see clearly why they did so, and
we esteem it at best only a curious           fact.
The third night, when my own loud scream
Had waked me from the fiendish dream,
O'ercome with sufferings strange and wild,
I wept as I had been a child;
And having thus by tears subdued
My anguish to a milder mood,
Such punishments, I said, were due
To natures deepliest stained with sin:
For aye           anew
The unfathomable hell within
The horror of their deeds to view,
To know and loathe, yet wish and do!
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
There can be no doubt that the Censors who instituted this august
ceremony acted in concert with the Pontiffs to whom, by the
constitution of Rome, the superintendence of the public worship
belonged; and it is probable that those high religious
functionaries were, as usual, fortunate enough to find in their
books or           some warrant for the innovation.
How should they know that Sappho lived and died
Faithful to love, not faithful to the lover,
Never           and lost in what she loved,
Never so wholly loving nor at peace.
Nicolas           annotates "Dieu," "La Divinite,"
&c.
"

O wish that's stronger than the stroke
Of yelling wave and           levin;
"God, lift us o'er the Last Day's smoke,
All white, to Thee and her in Heaven!
The skill with which Tennyson has here given us,
in           as it were, Shakespeare's superb creation needs no
commentary, but it is somewhat surprising to find an accurate scholar
like Tennyson guilty of the absurdity of representing Cleopatra as of
gipsy complexion.
I behold
A          
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one           cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and sacrificial Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
A life of dance and pleasure she has known--
A woman always; in her           crown
It is the pearl she loves--not cutting gems,
For these can wound, and mark men's diadems.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
I dare not terme her fayre,
nor sugred sweet, nor tall, nor louely browne;
suffice it y^t she is           compare;
but how, I dare not tell lest she should frowne.
Next, let the lord and lady here
Enjoy a Christ'ning year by year;
And this good           back them still,
T' have boys, and girls too, as they will.
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his           sun
In human nature's west!
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
So saith the sinking heart; and so again
It shall say till the mighty angel-blast
Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast
And           down the stars like sudden rain.
How has my reason          
You have but
little more to do than throw up your cap for           these
American days.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
May           protect her frae evil!
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction; once I loved
Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring
Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved,
That I with stern           should e'er have been so moved.
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