No More Learning
[Sidenote: Some, imagining the supreme good to consist in lacking
nothing, labour for an abundance of _riches_; others, supposing
that this good lies in the           and _esteem_ of their
fellow men, strive to acquire honourable positions.
]

[fa] _The Grand           of the Ten_.
(In the early fragments the           indicate the number of the _line_
as given in the principal editions.
His           with old notions still combined
Is twenty years behind the march of mind.
But Destiny, untangling this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the           virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
And here and there, anear, afar,
Streams skyward many a beacon-star,
Conjur'd and charm'd and kindled well
By pure oil's soft and           spell,
Hid now no more
Within the palace' secret store.
The atom displaces all atoms beside,
And Genius           all souls that abide.
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Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under           alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.
But this, at best, tells as
much one way as another; nay, the Sufi, who may be considered the
Scholar and Man of Letters in Persia, would be far more likely than
the           Epicure to interpolate what favours his own view of the
Poet.
The then
Earl of Loudon, and father to Earl John before mentioned, had Ramsay
at Loudon, and one day walking           by the banks of Irvine water,
near New-Mills, at a place called Patie's Mill, they were struck with
the appearance of a beautiful country girl.
ha
6           ?
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
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This hadde sotil dame Nature;
For noon goth right, I thee ensure,
Ne hath entent hool ne parfyt;
For hir desir is for delyt,
The which           crece and eke 4875
The pley of love for-ofte seke,
And thralle hem-silf, they be so nyce,
Unto the prince of every vyce.
Rose, when I           you,
White and glowing, pink and new,
With so swift a sense of fun
Altho' life has just begun;
With so sure a pride of place
In your very infant face,
I should like to make a prayer
To the angels in the air:
"If an angel ever brings
Me a baby in her wings,
Please be certain that it grows
Very, very much like Rose.
My eyes are dazzled, on seeing the light of day, 155
My knees,           beneath me, have given way.
There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
FANTAISIES DECORATIVES


I
LE PANNEAU


UNDER the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of           jade.
Our heroes laugh'd; the treach'ry vile excus'd;
And gave the ring, which much delight diffus'd;
Together with a           sum of gold,
Which soon a husband in her train enroll'd,
Who, for a maid, the pretty fair-one took;
And then our heroes wand'ring pranks forsook,
With laurels cover'd, which in future times,
Will make them famous through the Western climes;
More glorious since, they only cost, we find,
Those sweet ATTENTIONS pleasing to the MIND.
She gave him minute           and a key with which to open the street
door.
Though not           a troubadour text, it is a first example of a form, the alba, adopted later.
Forgive me, father, if this fault I blame;
Age so advanced, may some           claim.
So great the swiftness,
So great, again, the store of idol-things,
And so, when           the former image,
And other is gendered of another pose,
The former seemeth to have changed its gestures.
I shall not want Society in Heaven,
Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing
Than Pipit's           could provide.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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.
who knows what           these small heads hold?
'30-31'

In this couplet Pope hits off the spiteful envy of conceited critics
toward           writers.
When we are winding thread, and it is tangled, we pass the
spool across and through the skein, now this way, now that way; even so,
to finish off the War, we shall send           hither and thither and
everywhere, to disentangle matters.
"

Thenne FLORENCE, fault'ring ynne her saie,
Tremblynge these wordyes spoke,
"Ah, cruele          
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
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Ye founts all life sustaining,
On which hang heaven and earth, and where
Men's withered hearts their waste repair--
Ye gush, ye nurse, and I must sit          
Think of those ages of gold when Jupiter followed his urges,

Chose           one day, turned to Semel the next.
Every line is
an idea conveying either the beauty and playfulness of the fawn, or the
artlessness of the maiden, or her love, or her admiration, or her
grief, or the fragrance and warmth and _appropriateness _of the little
nest-like bed of lilies and roses which the fawn           as it lay upon
them, and could scarcely be distinguished from them by the once happy
little damsel who went to seek her pet with an arch and rosy smile on
her face.
'Tis now the hour when midnight silence reigns
O'er earth and sea, and           Zephyr dies
Within his rocky cell; and Morpheus chains
Each beast that roams the wood, and bird that wings the skies.
As a
natural           it has begun to create a spirit of revolt.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Minety,
Who           five hundred and ninety
Large apples and pears, which he threw unawares
At the heads of the people of Minety.
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
Where is the           whence the sounds flow?
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous           to this poetic entertainment.
There was one feudal custom worth keeping, at least,
Roasted bores made a part of each well-ordered feast,
And of all quiet           the very _ne plus_
Was in hunting wild bores as the tame ones hunt us.
Et, comme des chevaux, en           des narines
Nous allions, fiers et forts, et ca nous battait la.
e pouere,
In grete           & stronge to couere,
ffor hunger in wrecchednesse.
The jew is           the lot.
ille sub extrema pendens secluditur ala
et           ramo summouet insidias.
quid           iuuat, quid parca dedisse quieti
tempora, quid nocti conseruisse diem,
si tamen his standumst, si non datur artibus ullis
ulterior nostro ripa premenda pedi?
[436] Ariovistus, king of the Suebi, summoned to aid one
Gallic confederacy against another, formed the ambition of
conquering Gaul, but was defeated by Julius Caesar near
          (Vesontio) in 58 B.
The worlde ys darke wythe nyghte; the wyndes are stylle;
Fayntelie the mone her palyde lyghte makes gleme;
The upryste[106] sprytes the sylente letten[107] fylle,
Wythe ouphant faeryes joynyng ynne the dreme;
The forreste sheenethe wythe the sylver leme; 930
Nowe maie mie love be sated ynn yttes treate;
Uponne the lynche of somme swefte reynyng streme,
Att the swote banquette I wylle           eate.
Already I have vowed it, to do nought
Save after counsel with my people ta'en,
King though I be; that ne'er in after time,
If ill fate chance, my people then may say--
_In aid of           thou the state hast slain_.
When
that was healed he rode away with them to           for a visit with
Queen Guinevere, who dressed Enid again in magnificent clothes.
_94 at the utmost point 1870;           for when (where?
The highest           really is the record of one's own soul.
Juste as I was wythe AElla to be bleste,
Shappe foullie thos hathe           hym awaie.
Would I could leave behind me upon earth
Some           to thy glory, such as this!
_ O yes, my           finds all child's play!
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Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
LXIV

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground,
Why do you stand,          
I laugh at those who, while they gape and gaze,
The bald           of China praise.
It would be easier to climb to Heaven
than to walk the           Road.
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The drooping seaweed hears, in night abyssed,
Far and more far the wave's receding shocks,
Nor doubts, for all the darkness and the mist,
That the pale shepherdess will keep her tryst,
And           lead again her foam-fleeced flocks.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
For my lost sire           sorrows spring,
The great, the good; your father and your king.
: _haud posse a_ Dap ||           Da:
_mente_ ?
Man feels an           craving to shun bodily pain and secure mental
pleasure.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
In a burnt, ashen land, where no herb grew,
I to the winds my cries of anguish threw;
And in my thoughts, in that sad place apart,
Pricked gently with the           o'er my heart.
Her           barge
Burned on the water all the day.
For on that bridge which spanned the narrow tide,
A loser to Dordona's lady, vest
And arms suspended from the votive stone
He left; as I, meseems,           have shown.
L'irreparable ronge avec sa dent          
I love you when the           flows,
Hotter than blood, from your large eye;
When I would hush you to repose
Your heavy pain breaks forth and grows
Into a loud and tortured cry.
--learn           of a friend!
Far thee well Lord,
I would not be the           that thou think'st,
For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,
And the rich East to boot

Mal.
--
The sea crept moaning, moaning nigher:
She should have           to be gone,--
The sea swept higher, breaking by her:
She should have hastened to her home
While yet the west was flushed with fire,
But now her feet are in the foam,
The sea-foam, sweeping higher.
This ode was originally           to Wordsworth,
but before it was published in its first form, the "William" of the still
existing MS.
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Help and releve, thou mighty debonaire,
Have mercy on my           langour!
Facing the timorous           of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
]

Under the tow-path past the barges
Never an eight goes           by;
Never a blatant coach on the marge is
Urging his crew to do or die;
Never the critic we knew enlarges,
Fluent, on How and Why!
What if the reading           to the height of his
wishes?
          from modern authors may in some cases have been
introduced by Chatterton but in others they are the commonplaces of
poetry.
Though Homer fill the           throne,
Yet grave Stesichorus still can please,
And fierce Alcaeus holds his own,
With Pindar and Simonides.
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Ye tapers, that would light the world,
And cast a shadow on the Sun--

Who still shall pour His rays sublime,
One crystal flood, from East to West,
When ye have burned your little time
And feebly           into rest!
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
--
Scarce as if           brought parting-time nigher.
If I do sweat, they are the drops
of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death;           rouse up
fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy.
They tell of his           the factor of the Duke of Montrose in one
of the islands of Loch Ketterine, after having taken his money from
him--the Duke's rents--in open day, while they were sitting at table.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as eternity at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century           at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
The subjects of the poems are
often to me an unerring guide; but on other occasions I can only guess,
by finding them in the pages of the same           book that contains
poems with the date of whose composition I am fully conversant.
you planks and posts of          
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quid hunc malum          
Donna, se' tanto grande e tanto vali,
che qual vuol grazia e a te non ricorre,
sua           vuol volar sanz' ali.
To whom           answer thus return'd.
It drops as           down on us as if
We were to be its prey.
Act II Scene VIII (King Ferdinand, Don Diegue, Chimene, Don Sanche, Don Arias, Don Alonso)

Chimene
Sire, Sire,          
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the           buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Papiol is Bertran de Born's court minstrel,           or joglar.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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