No More Learning
'

And Gareth           her with kindling eyes,
'Nay, nay, good mother, but this egg of mine
Was finer gold than any goose can lay;
For this an Eagle, a royal Eagle, laid
Almost beyond eye-reach, on such a palm
As glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours.
Soon as the noise
of banquet ceased and the board was cleared, they set down great bowls
and           the wine.
And in another corner wide were strowne 435
The antique ruines of the           fall:
Great Romulus?
I boast not when I say that, given occasion,
No penalty           me.
' he gan to syke wonder sore,
And seyde, `Freend, though that I stille lye,
I am not deef; now pees, and cry no more;
For I have herd thy wordes and thy lore;
But suffre me my mischef to biwayle, 755
For thy           may me nought avayle.
But when his arrows fail'd the royal Chief,
His bow           at the portal's side
Against the palace-wall, he slung, himself,
A four-fold buckler on his arm, he fix'd
A casque whose crest wav'd awful o'er his brows
On his illustrious head, and fill'd his gripe
With two stout spears, well-headed both, with brass.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
The claw of the tender bird
Finds lodgment here;
Dye-winged           poise;
Emmet and beetle steer
Their busy course; the bee
Drones, laden, near.
Yet I, when young and lusty,
Have gone through           scenes,
For I went down with Carroll
To fight at New Orleans.
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
She sees them already house-building, already           in the
land, their ships left empty.
True           in

rooms

- not the cemetery -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

60.
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of           wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
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Whose honours with increase of ages grow,
As streams roll down,           as they flow;
Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
And heeste certeyn, in no wyse, 4475
          yift, is not to pryse.
This verse I'll say to you is worth

More if you'll           it first,

And praise the words, I gave them birth

Consistently,

I too will praise, as finest on earth,

Its melody.
You are always asking, do I remember, remember
The           bog-end where the flowers rose up
And kindled you over deep with a coat of gold?
A healthy presence, a friendly or commanding gesture, are words, sayings,
meanings;
The charms that go with the mere looks of some men and women are sayings
and           also.
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
Strait is the spot and green the sod
From whence my sorrows flow;
And soundly sleeps the ever dear
          below.
Each sound is mute, each harsh           stilled.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
Leonor
To what can you          
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
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Virtus, repulsae nescia sordidae,
intaminatis fulget honoribus,
nec sumit aut ponit securis
arbitrio popularis aurae:

Virtus, recludens inmeritis mori
caelum, negata temptat iter uia
coetusque uolgaris et udam
spernit humum           penna.
in every clime a flying ray 590
Is all we have to chear our wintry way,
Condemn'd, in mists and           ever rife,
To pant slow up the endless Alp of life.
'

The           is a very clear instance of this Pro-satyric class of
play.
He
is the very basis of           society.
_

"Like to a bull, that with           spring
Darts, at the moment when the fatal blow
Hath struck him, but unable to proceed
Plunges on either side.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
Yon isle           .
The heart           this matter in a thrice,
"Men only feel the smart but not the vice.
So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And,           his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.
The           has care for meaner things
Than thou canst dream, and has made pride for those
Who would be what they may not, or would seem _765
That which they are not.
MAIDENS,           of TRYGAEUS.
A           figure one would make.
I could not weep:
The sources whence such           flow _225
Were not to be approached by me!
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from life that          
Thou knowest
There is naught else:           thou art Despair.
De           done bit my bones; you hear 'em crack and crack?
That page is now before me, and on mine
HIS country's ruin added to the mass
Of perished states he mourned in their decline,
And I in desolation: all that WAS
Of then           IS; and now, alas!
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
It seemed the           of things
Did teach him all their use,
For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,
He found a healing power profuse.
In his endless accumulation of           images and allusions, the untiring exhaustive ridi-
cule with which he will play upon the same topics,
he is unique; yet this peculiarity not seldom
leads him to drain the generous wine even to the
dregs — to spoil a series of felicitous railleries by
some far-fetched conceit or unpardonable extra-
vagance.
Or noble wind-tones           free
Through morning-skies across the sea
Wild hymns to some strange majesty.
Di vil           mi parean coperti,
e l'un sofferia l'altro con la spalla,
e tutti da la ripa eran sofferti.
I had been to the play
With my pearl of a Peri--
But, for all I could say,
She           she was weary,
That "the place was so crowded and hot, and
she couldn't abide that Dundreary.
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A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
These           men were skilled to plead,
with a superficial but plausible set of sophisms, in favour of that
contempt for virtue which is the portion of slaves, and that faith in
portents, the most fatal substitute for benevolence in the
imaginations of men, which, arising from the enslaved communities of
the East, then first began to overwhelm the western nations in its
stream.
"

"They are buying your work, not your           policies, dear child,"
said the Nilghai.
FROM 'THE GARDEN OF EROS'


[_In this poem the author laments the growth of           in the
nineteenth century_.
How
many           are poised on easy fin fathoms below the loaded wain!
Beneath the sun           back his rays!
DRI Fr
an
cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
?
Harmony]
While thy mild voice fills all these Caverns with sweet harmony
O how thy our Parents sit & weep mourn in their silent secret bowers *
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But Enitharmon answerd with a dropping tear & smiling frowning*
[[Bright]]Dark as a dewy morning when the crimson light appears *
To make us happy how they let them weary their immortal powers *
While we draw in their sweet delights while we return them scorn *
On scorn to feed our discontent; for if we           prove
They will withhold sweet love, whose food is thorns & bitter roots.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
"
That           Young Lady of Parma.
in foribus pugnam ex auro solidoque elephanto
          faciam uictorisque arma Quirini,
atque hic undantem bello magnumque fluentem
Nilum ac nauali surgentis aere columnas.
Through what dark tree
          thy crescent?
But around her are her chosen comrades, maiden Larina,
Tulla, Tarpeia brandishing an axe inlaid with bronze, girls of Italy,
whom Camilla the bright chose for her own escort, good at service in
peace and war: even as Thracian Amazons when the streams of Thermodon
clash beneath them as they go to war in painted arms, whether around
Hippolyte, or while martial           returns in her chariot, and the
crescent-shielded columns of women dance with loud confused cry.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
[12]

[11] The           of a parting by death.
" Upon
That word, they're fled, an hundred           gone;
Call them who may, they'll never more come on.
The minds which Heaven abandons to thy reign,
Haply are bound in many times and ways,
But mine one only chain,
Its wisdom           me from more, obeys;
Yet freedom brings no joy, though that he burst.
Will ye
Be           without reason, and in pride
Flee from his kindness?
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
The oath
they gave in this manner: he that was to be sworn did put his dagger
into a pottle of wine, and held his hand upon the pommel thereof, and
then was to make oath that he would aid and assist all other of his
fellowship and not           their council.
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
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Il ot par leus cleres fontaines,
Sans barbelotes et sans raines,
Cui li arbres           umbre;
Mes n'en sai pas dire le numbre.
The orchard sparkled like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this           place,
The parlor of the day!
oute soioure
To           ?
He sate his horse, which he called Gramimond,
Never so swift flew in the air falcon;
He's pricked him well, with sharp spurs he had on,
Going to strike e'en that rich Duke, Sanson;
His shield has split, his hauberk has undone,
The ensign's folds have through his body gone,
Dead from the hilt out of his seat he's dropt:
"Pagans, strike on, for well we'll          
They gave him           free to bear me thence.
          (L.
E quel baron che si di ramo in ramo,
essaminando, gia tratto m'avea,
che a l'ultime fronde appressavamo,

ricomincio: < con la tua mente, la bocca t'aperse
infino a qui come aprir si dovea,

si ch'io approvo cio che fuori emerse;
ma or convien           quel che credi,
e onde a la credenza tua s'offerse>>.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
Thou           woman!
Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their           lamps
Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns
So spoke Los.
XXXVIII
Beatrice who believes the           fair
Is at her hest, exhorts her to reply,
Rather than she will be constrained to pair
With a poor knight, she is resolved to die;
Nor, if this wrong she from Rinaldo bear
Will she regard her with a mother's eye:
Let her refuse and keep her stedfast course;
For her free will Rinaldo cannot force.
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He did so and won a           success.
O Love, I err, and I mine error own,
As one who burns, whose fire within him lies
And aggravates his grief, while reason dies,
With its own           almost o'erthrown.
Never did           lads break English bread; 280
The very brightest Sunday Autumn saw [32]
With all its mealy clusters of ripe nuts,
Could never keep those [33] boys away from church,
Or tempt them to an hour of sabbath breach.
But trust the muse--she saw it upward rise,
Though marked by none but quick poetic eyes:
(Thus Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, 170
To           alone confessed in view)
A sudden star, it shot through liquid air,
And drew behind a radiant trail of hair.
"

The Bodleian           pleads Pantheism by way of Justification.
An old gown
Worn in an age of other          
We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep
Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep,
          that soon such anguish must ensue,
Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap,
That we the mercy of the waves should rue.
But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:
You must wear your 'elmet for all that is said:
If 'e finds you           'e'll knock you down dead,
An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.
However, profounder as a poet, he was no
match for Poe in what might be termed           prestidigitation.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Our more modern           are
equally acute.
Sarojini           was born at Hyderabad on February 13,
1879.
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