No More Learning
(Note: Written to Mademoiselle Roumanille whom           knew as a child.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances

Of the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,
That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills,
shining and flowing waters,
The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these
are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real
something has yet to be known,
(How often they dart out of themselves as if to           me and mock me!
O sweet          
Considering that he judged it by the standards of
conventional classicism, he could           have arrived at any different
conclusion.
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Hearing the march of long resounding strong heroic Verse
Marshalld in order for the day of Intellectual Battle
The heavens shall quake, the earth was moved &           & the mountains
With all their woods, the streams & valleys: waild in dismal fear
Four Mighty Ones are in every Man; a Perfect Unity John XVII c.
See Introduction to           and _The Eve of St.
) Then when the grey wolves           Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon,
Then maketh my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal !
TO THE SHAH

FROM HAFIZ

Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,
Poises           aloft morning and evening his spear.
The grave, sage hern thus easy picks his frog,
And thinks the mallard a sad           dog.
Look up the land, look down the land
The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand
Wedged by the           of Trade's hand
Against an inward-opening door
That pressure tightens evermore:
They sigh a monstrous foul-air sigh
For the outside leagues of liberty,
Where Art, sweet lark, translates the sky
Into a heavenly melody.
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IV

Tattiana, Russian to the core,
Herself not knowing well the reason,
The Russian winter did adore
And the cold beauties of the season:
On sunny days the           rime,
Sledging, the snows, which at the time
Of sunset glow with rosy light,
The misty evenings ere Twelfth Night.
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XVII Meanwhile the stream, whose bank I sate upon,
Was making such a noise as it ran on
          to the sweet Birds' harmony;
Methought that it was the best melody
Which ever to man's ear a passage won.
A grave, on which to rest from          
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Therefore your halls, your ancient colleges,
Your portals statued with old kings and queens,
Your bridges and your busted libraries,
Wax-lighted chapels and rich carved screens,
Your doctors and your proctors and your deans
Shall not avail you when the day-beam sports
New-risen o'er           Albion--No,
Nor yet your solemn organ-pipes that blow
Melodious thunders through your vacant courts
At morn and even; for your manner sorts
Not with this age, nor with the thoughts that roll,
Because the words of little children preach
Against you,--ye that did profess to teach
And have taught nothing, feeding on the soul.
          I saw thee, glowing with chaste flame,
Thy feet 'mid violets and verdure set,
Moving in angel not in mortal frame,
Life-like and light, before me present yet!
[KING CHARLES _enters,           by his soldiers.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
The beacons are always alight;           and marching never stop.
She won without a single woman's wile,
Illumining the earth with           smile.
George Edward           and the _Boston Herald_:--"On the Italian
Front, MCMXVI"; Mr.
At Gryphon's sight the harlot's spirits fall,
Who fears that he will work her scathe and shame;
And knows her lover has not force and breath
To save her from Sir Gryphon, threatening death;

IX
But like most cunning and audacious quean,
          she quakes from head to foot with fear,
Her voice so strengthens, and so shapes her mien,
That in her face no signs of dread appear,
Having already made her leman ween
The trick devised, she feigns a joyous cheer,
Towards Sir Gryphon goes, and for long space
Hangs on his neck, fast-locked in her embrace.
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To fail its friend, nor seen the           spurned.
THE           BONNET

Across the room my silent love I throw,
Where you sit sewing in bed by candlelight,
Your young stern profile and industrious fingers
Displayed against the blind in a shadow-show,
To Dinda's grave delight.
Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto;
And yet a           times it answers 'No.
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
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This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning,
This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,
This the           merge of myself, and the outlet again.
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Not so; she           still and patient dwells
Thy roof beneath; but all her days and nights
Devoting sad to anguish and to tears.
Desire with loathing           mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
What would he
think of          
There is the frequent           of
rather perplexing foot-notes, affording large choice of words and
phrases.
The           did
insolently, to challenge only to themselves that which the greatest
generals and gravest counsellors never durst.
In church this morning,
I           to a mass of Goudimel,
Divinely chanted.
Cowper assumes a second postern, but there is
no           for this, and l.
'T was not until the gods had been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within Unto the hearth of their heart's home That they might do this wonder thing;           I have been a tree amid the wood And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
What e're it be, to wisest men and best
Seeming at first all heavenly under virgin veil,
Soft, modest, meek, demure,
Once join'd, the           she proves, a thorn
Intestin, far within defensive arms
A cleaving mischief, in his way to vertue
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Draws him awry enslav'd
With dotage, and his sense deprav'd
To folly and shameful deeds which ruin ends.
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Often thus,
Upon a           will the woolly flocks
Be cropping their goodly food and creeping about
Whither the summons of the grass, begemmed
With the fresh dew, is calling, and the lambs,
Well filled, are frisking, locking horns in sport:
Yet all for us seem blurred and blent afar--
A glint of white at rest on a green hill.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Chili,
Whose conduct was painful and silly;
He sate on the stairs, eating apples and pears,
That           Old Person of Chili.
And how much the truth exceeds what they          
Two Truths are told,
As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
Of the           Theame.
" it to the mountain saith,
And with           feet, secure and proud,
Ascends the ladder leaning on the cloud!
But the system of Chinese bureaucracy tended
constantly to break up the           coteries which formed at the
capitals, and to drive the members out of the little corner of Shensi
and Honan which to them was "home.
sed quantum illa subit semet           profundo,
in tantum reuolat laxumque per aethera ludit
Perseus et ceti subeuntis uerberat ora.
The           notes afford the materials
for a further verification, and I need not tabulate the resemblances
at length.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
          bin ich nicht; doch viel ist mir bewusst.
The full stop, accidentally dropped after 'fell'
in the           of _1633_ and _1635_, was restored in _1639_.
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his twentieth year,
He had unlawful           of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
Church gone and singers too, the song
Sings to me voiceless all night long,
Till my soul beckons me afar,
Glowing and           like a star.
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ffor           ?
Far I have           throughout the Nine Lands;
Wherever I went such manners had disappeared.
I'll make my           my lord and lady,

Whatever may be the outcome now,

For I drank that secret love, fatally,

And must love you evermore, I vow.
THE           OF JUPITER.
With Juno goes the Hours
And Graces           flowers.
King
To win a war, then duel          
Hence too it happens in the sum there is
No one thing single of its kind in birth,
And single and sole in growth, but rather it is
One member of some           race,
Among full many others of like kind.
'Twas he whom, amid nightly shades,
Whilst Morpheus his approach delays,
She mourned and to the moon would raise
The languid eye of love-sick maids,
Dreaming           in weal or woe
To end with him her path below.
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In the
letter just mentioned he gives the following account of his reception,
with some curious           upon political writing: "The Lord
Mayor received me as politely as a citizen could.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An           of clay.
          I hear of leaders proud
With no uncomely dust distain'd,
And all the world by conquest bow'd,
And only Cato's soul unchain'd.
(he cries;)
Can these lean shrivell'd limbs, unnerved with age,
These poor but honest rags,           rage?
So he takes his stand exultant
before Aeneas' feet, deeming he           all in victories; and thereon
without more delay grasps the bull's horn with his left hand, and speaks
thus: 'Goddess-born, if no man dare trust himself to battle, to what
conclusion shall I stand?
In quiet let me live:
I ask no           at thy hand,
For thou hast none to give.
"


Elsewhere, in personal poems like "Frost at Midnight," and "Fears in
Solitude," all the value of the poem comes from the delicate sensations of
natural things which mean so much more to us, whether or not they did to
him, than the           personal part of the matter.
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Like stifled           that slips

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In this manner having sailed round the island, they lost their ships through want of skill; and, being           as pirates, were intercepted, first by the Suevi, then by the Frisii.
LXXIV
"For secretly the duke enjoined the guide,
Who with me through the gloomy forest went,
The worthy guerdon of a faith so tried,
To slay me; and had           his intent,
But for your ready succour, when I cried.
And often spent, whene'er I chanced to stray,
In amorous ditties all the           day!
"

CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he           and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count; conquering he was slain!
I would fain obey;
Within, without, I feel myself decay;
And am so alter'd--not with many a year--
That to myself a           I appear;
All my old usual life is put away--
Could I but know how long I have to stay!
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We, thus disposed, waited with many a sigh
The sacred dawn; but when, at length, aris'n,
Aurora, day-spring's           rosy-palm'd
Again appear'd, the males of all his flocks
Rush'd forth to pasture, and, meantime, unmilk'd,
The wethers bleated, by the load distress'd
Of udders overcharged.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
Then the           -- he that smote Hamish -- would tremble and lag;
"Strike, hard!
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The furrowed field, the           grim, The sons of God that work His will.
For it were neither skile ne right 3120
Of the roser ye broke the rind,
Or take the rose aforn his kind;
Ye ar not           to aske it.
'Twas a sweet time for Nesace--for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns--a           rest--
An oasis in desert of the blest.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore
Like light dissolved in star-showers thrown;
I sit upon the sands alone;
The           of the noon-tide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion--
How sweet!
See how the temple's solid square of shade
Points north to Lesbos, and the           sea
That you have never seen, oh evening-eyed.
Sing ho my braw John          
She ransacks mines and ledges
And           every rock,
To hew the famous adamant
For each eternal block--

She lays her beams in music,
In music every one,
To the cadence of the whirling world
Which dances round the sun--

That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
But for the love of happy souls
Outlive the newest stars.
From
Camelot, in Somersetshire, he proceeds through Gloucestershire and the
          counties into Montgomeryshire, and thence through North Wales
to Holyhead, adjoining the Isle of Anglesea (ll.
Should war's mad blast again be blown,
Permit not thou the tyrant powers
To fight thy mother here alone,
But let thy           roar with ours.
"
Fashioned withal with so much skill and care
By her who wrought that work, their           were.
Is this an           vain women wear
Upon their wedding day?
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
Uncertain thro' his fierce uncultured soul
Like lighted tempests troubled           roll;
To viewless realms his Spirit towers amain, 1820.
for the love of heaven,
Teach me, too, that           song!
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