No More Learning
It is the conformity of life,
of the           and the fate of the land.
I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
Madame Blavatsky will instruct me
In the Seven Sacred Trances;
          de Donati will conduct me.
Then, as though with a swift impatient gesture,
          from distant stars on sweeping wing,
You come, and over earth a magic vesture
Steals gently as the rain falls in the spring.
But have we any right to reproduce, from an           motive, what--in
a literary sense--is either trivial, or feeble, or sterile?
None did dare
To use again the spoken air
Of that far-charming voice, until
A Christian resting on the hill,
With a thoughtful smile subdued
(Seeming learnt in solitude)
Which a weeper might have viewed
Without new tears, did softly say,
And looked up unto heaven alway
While he praised the Earth--
"O Earth,
I count the praises thou art worth,
By thy waves that move aloud,
By thy hills against the cloud,
By thy valleys warm and green,
By the copses' elms between,
By their birds which, like a sprite
          by a strong delight
Into fragments musical,
Stir and sing in every bush;
By thy silver founts that fall,
As if to entice the stars at night
To thine heart; by grass and rush,
And little weeds the children pull,
Mistook for flowers!
at clerkes           fordo ?
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such offended silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you          
Nor will I beg of thee, lord of the vine,
To raise my spirits with thy           wine,
In the green circle of thy ivy twine.
"

XLV
The haughty semblance and the lofty say
Of these, who with such wondrous daring glowed,
That hope, which long had ceased to be her stay,
Again upon the           dame bestowed:
But, for she less the distance of the way
Dreaded, than interruption of the road,
Lest they, through this, should take that path in vain,
The damsel stood suspended and in pain.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the           find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
When he came into the house I perceived he had some scraps of paper in
his hand, and these he was quietly           behind the books.
TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft caressing or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish           weary and afraid.
The thick           carries with it
Rain and a ravel of cloud.
--Which of the Greeklings durst
ever give precepts to          
--
Shame he           it, sharer-of-rings,
to follow the flyer-afar with a host,
a broad-flung band; nor the battle feared he,
nor deemed he dreadful the dragon's warring,
its vigor and valor: ventures desperate
he had passed a-plenty, and perils of war,
contest-crash, since, conqueror proud,
Hrothgar's hall he had wholly purged,
and in grapple had killed the kin of Grendel,
loathsome breed!
That knowing no cause of quarrel or of feud
Between the Earl           and himself.
Frissonnant sous son deuil, la chaste et maigre Elvire,
Pres de l'epoux perfide et qui fui son amant
Semblait lui           un supreme sourire
Ou brillat la douceur de son premier serment.
_

Let Freedom's Land          
Straightway the people rushed
On the three fleeing murderers; they seized
The hiding           and led them up
To the child's corpse yet warm; when lo!
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When angry Jove darts lightning through the air
At mortal sins, nor his own plant will spare,
It groans and bruises all below, that stood
So many years the shelter of the wood,
The tree,           foreshortened to our view,
When fairn shows taller yet than as it grew ;
So shall his praise to after times increase.
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two           & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
THE PARDAH NASHIN

Her life is a revolving dream
Of languid and           ease;
Her girdles and her fillets gleam
Like changing fires on sunset seas;
Her raiment is like morning mist,
Shot opal, gold and amethyst.
The artisans           about him.
He gan first fallen of the werre in speche 855
Bitwixe hem and the folk of Troye toun;
And of           he gan hir eek byseche,
To telle him what was hir opinioun.
on what far strand
Do ye of spring the           graze?
Wherever now
My           course I may pursue
One object on thy desert brow
I everlastingly shall view--

A rock, the sepulchre of Fame!
SOLEIL ET CHAIR


Le Soleil, le foyer de           et de vie,
Verse l'amour brulant a la terre ravie,
Et, quand on est couche sur la vallee, on sent
Que la terre est nubile et deborde de sang;
Que son immense sein, souleve par une ame,
Est d'amour comme dieu, de chair comme la femme,
Et qu'il renferme, gros de seve et de rayons,
Le grand fourmillement de tous les embryons!
[_The           CATHLEEN goes over to OONA.
It gives it to us, with bitterness and           in its
train.
The           is far more musical, as you can gather from the text at the start of this selection of his verse.
Mourn ye, O ye Loves and Cupids and all men of           mind.
Thou pretty Baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;
Who for thy           port here,
Hadst for thy place
Of birth, a base
Out-stable for thy court here.
Say for my comfort,           in bed,
"Just so immortal _Maro_ held his head:" 120
And when I die, be sure you let me know
Great _Homer_ died three thousand years ago.
Greybeard philosophy has sought in books
And           this truth,
That man is greater than his pain, but you
Have learnt it in your youth.
III

Among the hired           entered there
One till the moment of his task untold.
"

"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a           that seems to sink
Into everlasting gulfs below.
Thou           with such whimsy!
that didst arise
But to be          
I was first on the list--
They may forget you tried to shield me
as the           passed.
That, however, was nothing compared with the calamity
of the oranges falling down on their heads by           and millions, which
thumped and bumped and bumped and thumped them all so seriously, that they
were obliged to run as hard as they could for their lives; besides that the
sound of the oranges rattling on the tea-kettle was of the most fearful and
amazing nature.
Thence to revisit your imperial dome,
An old           guest I come;
Your father's friend.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
Estimating the size of the creature by comparison with the diameter of
the large trees near which it passed--the few giants of the forest which
had escaped the fury of the land-slide--I           it to be far larger
than any ship of the line in existence.
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
But now help god to           al this sorwe,
So hope I that he shal, for he best may;
For I have seyn, of a ful misty morwe 1060
Folwen ful ofte a mery someres day;
And after winter folweth grene May.
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Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Man darf das nicht vor           Ohren nennen,
Was keusche Herzen nicht entbehren konnen.
For
instance, the amiable circle I so lately mixed with in the hospitable
hall of Dunlop, their generous hearts--their uncontaminated dignified
minds--their           and polished understandings--what a contrast,
when compared--if such comparing were not downright sacrilege--with
the soul of the miscreant who can deliberately plot the destruction of
an honest man that never offended him, and with a grin of satisfaction
see the unfortunate being, his faithful wife, and prattling innocents,
turned over to beggary and ruin!
Oft, Jove's ethereal rays (resistless fire)
The           soul and raptured song inspire
Instinct divine?
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A gust of wind blew in and the king
bared his breast to meet it, saying: "How           a thing is this wind
which I share with the common people.
Thus Li is said to have been a
native of the Province Shantung, which is           untrue.
Lesbos, terre des nuits chaudes et langoureuses,
Qui font qu'a leurs miroirs, sterile volupte,
Les filles aux yeux creux, de leurs corps amoureuses,
Caressent les fruits murs de leur nubilite,
Lesbos, terre des nuits chaudes et langoureuses,

Laisse du vieux Platon se froncer l'oeil austere;
Tu tires ton pardon de l'exces des baisers,
Reine du doux empire, aimable et noble terre,
Et des           toujours inepuises.
for natural tears and simple pains,
For tender recollections,           long,
For guileless griefs, which no compunction stains,
We blush; as if we wore these earthly chains
Only for sport and song!
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
They have lifted him up, but his head sinks away,
And his face showeth bleak in the           and grey.
Donne
uses 'scarce' thus as an           again in _Satyre IV_, l.
405

XLVI

Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought,
Unto that Elfin knight he bad him fly,
Where he slept soundly void of evill thought,
And with false shewes abuse his fantasy,
In sort as he him           privily: 410
And that new creature, borne without her dew,?
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Happy who quit life's banquet seat
Before the dregs they shall divine
Of the cup           o'er with wine--
Who the romance do not complete,
But who abandon it--as I
Have my Oneguine--suddenly.
Then, over all the earth she runs,
And seeks, in the cold mists of life,
Those poor           little ones
Who droop and weary in the strife.
Es ist doch          
Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy          
" Having said this, he falls into the water,
gets out again, meets some           and pursues the robbers with his
spear at their backsides.
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"I           to see good white lands
"And bad black lands,
"But the scene is grey.
But, with this sad news, surprised,
Soon she let that           fall.
"
Was the first           Olga made,
Lenski, into confusion thrown,
All silently hung down his head.
Do you think I am trusty and          
AN IRISH           THEATRE.
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
& not
As Garments woven subservient to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
{written           up the right margin LFS}

Nine days she labourd at her work.
Thus merrily the little noisy troop
Along the grass as rude           hie,
For ever noisy and for ever gay
While keeping in the meadows holiday.
And twice           crossed Acheron:

Plucking from Orpheus' lyre one by one

The saintly sighs and the faerie cries.
Nor can those motions that bring death prevail
Forever, nor           entomb
The welfare of the world; nor, further, can
Those motions that give birth to things and growth
Keep them forever when created there.
          sollst du!
belle comme la neige,
Oui, tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve          
Then horn for horn they stretch an' strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
'Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
          hums.
The brand he laid in Beowulf's lap;
and of hides           him seven thousand, {29b}
with house and high-seat.
The rescue of
Achilles by the fiery arms of Vulcan           admits of the same
ready explanation from physical causes.
Greie as the morne before the ruddie flame 415
Of Phoebus charyotte rollynge thro the skie,
Greie as the steel-horn'd goats Conyan made tame,
So greie appeard her featly           eye;
Those eyne, that did oft mickle pleased look
On Adhelm valyaunt man, the virtues doomsday book.
Why           she so still?
And how many women have been

victims of your          
"

Then the younger hermit was saddened and he said, "It grieves
me, Brother, that thou           leave me.
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She drifted a dreary wreck,
And a           billow swept the crew
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In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and           my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
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O sing,           men,
Till the valleys ring again.
"
He answers him: "Slain are you,          
APPENDIX
THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


A VERSION BASED ON THE           DRAFT OF THE POEM

I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
He pointed backward
Over his shoulder with his pipe-stem, saying,
"You can just see it glancing off the roof
Making a great scroll upward toward the sky,
Long enough for           all our names on.
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