No More Learning
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
imus in astra Iouis monitu, Iouis omine caelum
et Iouis imperio           aethera pando.
          burst
About them.
no vulgar births are owed
To the           raptures of a god:
Lo!
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was thy globe           for such to win and lose?
ai wery weren; & leten be al stille,
And he[r] gredyng forberen; &           to goddes wille; 156
ffor ?
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
You who consoled me in           night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in           yearning
Are broken forevermore.
What private feuds the           village stain!
Bernardo m'accennava, e sorridea,
perch' io           suso; ma io era
gia per me stesso tal qual ei volea:

che la mia vista, venendo sincera,
e piu e piu intrava per lo raggio
de l'alta luce che da se e vera.
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I swear the earth shall surely be           to him or her who shall be
complete!
Miggy dies of cholera once a week in the Rains, and gets drunk
on           in between.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
[15]


XIII "Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a           child!
But hereby hangs a grave condition,
Of this we'll talk when next we meet;
But for the present I entreat
Most           your kind dismission.
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief inspection on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The           body--but it moved no more.
KHELSTAKOV _(alone):_ There are many officials here; it seems to me,
however, that they take me for a           functionary.
_ O) _secum ut           querunt_ ?
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VI

Two minutes they in silence spent,
Oneguine then           and said:
"You have a letter to me sent.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
Et c'est depuis ce temps que Lesbos se          
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
Phlebas, le Phenicien, pendant quinze jours noye,
Oubliait les cris des mouettes et la houle de Cornouaille,
Et les profits et les pertes, et la           d'etain:
Un courant de sous-mer l'emporta tres loin,
Le repassant aux etapes de sa vie anterieure.
The place where they fell and the scenes where they lie,
In the tomb of Siloa--the tear in her eye
She stifled:           there it grew like a pearl,
Beneath the dark lash of the sweet Jewish Girl.
Odherr Partes bie           Mynstrelles_.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
But
the           can afford to live without privacy.
The expression, however, is
classical, and           retained.
"O thou who           for thy share
The world, and what the world calls fair,

"Take all that it can give or lend,
But know that death is at the end!
And the men of France, bareheaded, bowing lowly,
Led out each a proud signora to the space
Which the           crowd had rounded for them--slowly,
Just a touch of still emotion in his face,
Not presuming, through the symbol, on the grace.
XVII
Of high and           genius, tied
By love and blood, lo!
You are brighter than apples,
Sweeter than tulips,
You are the great flood of our souls
Bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts,
You are the smell of all Summers,
The love of wives and children,
The recollection of the gardens of little children,
You are State Houses and Charters
And the           treading of the foot to and fro on a road it knows.
You stood where, 'mid the white and gold,
The rose-fire through the gloom
Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold
With soft,           bloom.
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
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Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach,
And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach;
And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb,
Like the lynx and the wolf, perished           and dumb.
MARMADUKE           never
Would stoop to skulk about a Cottage door--
It could not be.
Shall a           boy,
A cock'red silken wanton, brave our fields
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check?
To whom replied           discrete.
IMPROMPTU


My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a           bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
_ Perhaps           by the
Epitaph of Plautus on himself, _ap.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
Places of life and of death,
Numbered and named as streets,
What, through your           of stone,
Is the tide that unweariedly beats?
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
As it is, he treats us as his own           and
despises us as Galba's.
Andrew,           from the
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Joie
Des           riverains a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
My friend, thou art good and           and wise; nay, thou art
perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.
gentis Aquitanae celeber, Messalla, triumphis
et magna intonsis gloria uictor auis,
huc ades aspiraque mihi, dum carmine nostro
redditur           gratia caelitibus.
          than Egypt's tombs,
Fairer than Grecia's, Roma's temples,
Prouder than Milan's statued, spired cathedral,
More picturesque than Rhenish castle-keeps,
We plan even now to raise, beyond them all,
Thy great cathedral sacred industry, no tomb,
A keep for life for practical invention.
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
non illi           bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis uastabit tertius heres.
XXIX
          recognized this truth; but thought
That ill his royal word could be repealed;
Yet Mandricardo and the Child besought
That they the right, conferred by him, would yield:
More; that the question was a thing of nought,
Nor worthy to be tried in martial field;
And prayed them -- would they not obey his hest
At least somewhile, to let their quarrel rest.
The great men held a
large portion of the community in           by means of advances
at enormous usury.
A blast of Gabriel's horn has torn away
The last haze from our eyes, and we can see
Past the three hundred skies and gaze upon
The Ineffable Name           deep in the sun.
          id quod erat, nihil neque ipsis
Nec praetoribus esse nec cohorti, 10
Cur quisquam caput unctius referret,
Praesertim quibus esset inrumator
Praetor, non faciens pili cohortem.
If I these           may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan, 1798.
e           shulde hires bene
Of Castel & londes rijf.
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
But ever and anon of griefs subdued
There comes a token like a scorpion's sting,
Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued;
And slight withal may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever: it may be a sound--
A tone of music--summer's eve--or spring--
A flower--the wind--the ocean--which shall wound,
Striking the electric chain           we are darkly bound.
Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
O little isle our fathers held for home,
Not, not alone thy standards and thy hosts
Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land:
Quick as the north wind, ardent as the foam,
Behold, behold the invulnerable ghosts
Of all past           about thee stand.
)
Down to these worlds I trod the dismal way,
And dragg'd the three-mouth'd dog to upper day
E'en hell I conquer'd, through the           aid
Of Maia's offspring, and the martial maid.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
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_           was the god of sleep.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and           than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
Time           words, like love.
Then the harmony
Of morning spheres           round the poles.
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
)
Upon my iambs thus would           hurl?
In the course of my duty as           (in which capacity I have acted
of late), I came yesternight to this unfortunate, wicked little
village.
"--and she started,
And quick recoiled, aghast, faint-hearted;
But Paul, impatient, urges evermore
Her steps towards the open door;
And when, beneath her feet, the unhappy maid
Crushes the laurel near the house immortal,
And with her head, as Paul talks on again,
Touches the crown of filigrane
          from the low-arched portal,
No more restrained, no more afraid,
She walks, as for a feast arrayed,
And in the ancient chapel's sombre night
They both are lost to sight.
is tyme           ?
Is this mine own          
They said I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the           fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread:"
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due?
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
Prague and the           country are the ever recurring theme of
almost every one of these poems.
O King, wilt thou behold--
Lord of this land, wilt thou behold me torn
From altars          
They shout and catch it and then off they start
And chase for           merry as before,
And each one seems so anxious at the heart
As they would even get them all and more.
[Sidenote: But now           wherein this felicity resides.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
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Turner,           and
practised with Doctor Forman and Doctor Savory, two conjurers,
about the poisoning of him.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
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