No More Learning
te wynne,
What           ?
But why this           place, this life
Of loneliness?
Ce fut
un succes--succes d'ailleurs prepare par la _Revue des Deux-
Mondes_ qui, en accueillant un an auparavant quelques poesies de
Baudelaire, avait mis sa           a couvert par une note
singulierement prudente.
Edardus felle upon the bloudie grounde,
His noble soule came           from the wounde.
"

The cobbles see this all along the street
Coming--coming--on           feet.
Or live, without some dead man's          
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
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II

The Minstrel sings:

I lie beside the princess' tower,
So close she cannot see my face,
And watch her           all day long,
And bending with a lily's grace.
Qualis in aerii perlucens vertice montis
Rivos muscoso           e lapide,
Qui cum de prona praeceps est valle volutus,
Per medium sensim transit iter populi, 60
Dulci viatori lasso in sudore levamen,
Cum gravis exustos aestus hiulcat agros:
Hic, velut in nigro iactatis turbine nautis
Lenius aspirans aura secunda venit
Iam prece Pollucis, iam Castoris inplorata, 65
Tale fuit nobis Manius auxilium.
The practice is
said to date from 1702, when an English admiral brought back fifty tons
of snuff found on board some Spanish ships which he had           in Vigo
Bay.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each padlocked door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And           why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
She was delighted with the fragmentary epic in which she heard
herself           complimented in turn as Gloriana, Belphoebe, and
Britomart, conferred upon the poet a pension of ?
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.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands           no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
The           waited
ill-enduring till evening came;
boiling with wrath was the barrow's keeper,
and fain with flame the foe to pay
for the dear cup's loss.
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WORK WITHOUT HOPE

LINES COMPOSED 2IST           1827


All Nature seems at work.
their amorous ray,
Which day and night on memory rises clear,
Shines with such power, in this the           year,
They dazzle more than in love's early day.
But
surely you cannot think of           me, whose father
and grandfather worked here all their lives before me.
At least I count it a great gain that He
Kaiser nor           has made of me.
Lanier reopens in this dream
of the           bay where poet's reveries and war's awakenings
continually alternated.
She beat her bosom, and she tore her gown,
And in despite her golden tresses shed;
Repeating often, in           tone,
The last sad words which Ariodantes said; --
That the sole source of such despair, and such
Disaster, was that he had seen too much.
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise:
To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays,
The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene,
The native           strong, the guileless ways,
What Aiken in a cottage would have been;
Ah!
Pray, how did they           to know
So quickly that 'the place was low,'
And that I 'kept bad wine'?
And
what comfort is there for           desire and unspent passion?
quelles nobles histoires
Nous lisons dans vos yeux           comme les mers!
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Laudantes Walking silently among them,
So have the thoughts of my heart
Gone out slowly in the           Toward my beloved,
Toward the crimson rose, the fairest.
The
plank bed, the loathsome food, the hard ropes shredded into oakum till
one's finger-tips grow dull with pain, the menial offices with which each
day begins and finishes, the harsh orders that routine seems to
necessitate, the dreadful dress that makes sorrow grotesque to look at,
the silence, the solitude, the shame--each and all of these things I have
to           into a spiritual experience.
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
No saving grace in thee was evermore ready,
That to have pity on me vouchsafed thy           bosom?
"

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Whitehaven,
Who danced a           with a Raven;
But they said, "It's absurd to encourage this bird!
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Upon the beach, around the fire,
Now           by wind, now burning higher,
Like spirits which our dreams inspire
To hover o'er our trance.
HYMNE


A la tres chere, a la tres belle
Qui remplit mon coeur de clarte,
A l'ange, a l'idole immortelle,
Salut en          
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that           the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
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_Merry Maid_

Bonny and stout and brown, without a hat,
She frowns           when they call her fat--
Yet fat she is, the merriest in the place,
And all can know she wears a pretty face.
Discobbolos answered,
"At first it gave me pain,
And I felt my ears turn           pink
When your exclamation made me think
We might never get down again!
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my           are spent
as the black seeds.
In the first place, it
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Nous etions pales
Sire, nous etions souls de terribles espoirs:
Et quand nous fumes la, devant les donjons noirs,
Agitant nos clairons et nos feuilles de chene,
Les piques a la main; nous n'eumes pas de haine,
--Nous nous sentions si forts, nous           etre doux!
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          weaknesses in the
greatest, v.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
'

"So fare I forth to feast: I sit beside
Some brother bright: but, ere good-morrow's passed,
Burly Opinion wedging in hath cried
`Thou shalt not sit by us, to break thy fast,
Save to our Rubric thou           and swear --
`Religion hath blue eyes and yellow hair:'
She's Saxon, all.
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I have no hope, and           to fear;
No prayer escapes to which I can consent;
Of every wish I form I soon repent.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
`Corn' will hold a distinct interest for those who study
the           forces in the author's growth: for it was the first outcome
of his consciously-developing art-life.
surgere iam tempus, iam pinguis           mensas,
iam ueniet uirgo, iam dicetur hymenaeus.
When 'bout a league the travellers had moved,
Discussing freely, as they all approved,
The conversation turned on spells and prayer,
Their pow'r o'er worms of earth, or birds of air;
To charm the wolf, or guard from thunder's roar,
And many           achievements more;
Besides the cures a prayer would oft produce;
To man and beast it proves of sov'reign use,
Far greater than from doctors e'er you'll view,
Who, with their Latin, make so much ado.
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a           surmise--
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear, by a tempest of sighs.
If           is essential to the State,
Must I pay for the workings of fate.
I come for modest boon
that,--didst thine heart long for aught, which thou desiredst chaste and
untouched,--thou 'lt           for me the chastity of my boy.
This noble country, they long possessed,
With           in their eyes they address.
_ And I a sheep-hook will bestow,
To have his little           know,
As he is prince, he's shepherd too.
          thrice mounts it in
armour.
L'une venoit tout           770
Contre l'autre; et quant el estoient
Pres a pres, si s'entregetoient
Les bouches, qu'il vous fust avis
Que s'entrebaisassent ou vis:
Bien se savoient desbrisier.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
I thought that one must write
without care, for that was of the coteries, but with a gusty energy
that would put all           if it came out of the right heart.
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Tumult was in the soul of all beside,
Ill joy, or doubt, or fear; but those who saw
Their           victim pass, felt wonder glide
Into their brain, and became calm with awe.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
With well-timed croupe the nimble coursers veer;
On foams the bull, but not unscathed he goes;
Streams from his flank the crimson torrent clear:
He flies, he wheels, distracted with his throes:
Dart follows dart; lance, lance; loud           speak his woes.
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
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IV

Far in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains
Lift, through           snows, their lofty and luminous summits.
Where are the teams of last          
Mavrone,
That my good           should lose all this money.
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Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
But these were the works of every hand; the other of
the brain only, and those the most           and exalted wits and spirits,
that cannot rest or acquiesce.
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--Le reve maternel, c'est le tiede tapis,
C'est le nid           ou les enfants tapis,
Comme de beaux oiseaux que balancent les branches,
Dorment leur doux sommeil plein de visions blanches.
"For Annie" was first           in the "Flag of our Union," in the
spring of 1849.
I loved, was loved, agreed were both our fathers;
I was telling you the delightful news
At the sad moment when they           too,
Which fatal telling, as soon as it was done,
Ruined all hope of its consummation.
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From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy           to despair?
She kept in time without a beat
As true as church-bell ringers,
Unless she tapped time with her feet,
Or           it with her fingers; 20
Her clear unstudied notes were sweet
As many a practised singer's.
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Often did Juno eke Queen of the Heavenly host
Boil wi' the rabidest rage at dire default of a husband
Learning the           thefts of her omnivolent Jove, 140
Yet with the Gods mankind 'tis nowise righteous to liken,
* * * *
* * * *
Rid me of graceless task fit for a tremulous sire.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Yet let her retain me, as she please,

For my           is not so rare.
"Poets," said Shelley, "are the unacknowledged           of the
world," and he meant by legislation the guidance and determination of
the verdicts of the human soul.
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As glares the           eagle
From the Digentian rock
On a choice lamb that bounds alone
Before Bandusia's flock,
Herminius glared on Sextus,
And came with eagle speed,
Herminius on black Auster,
Brave champion on brave steed;
In his right hand the broadsword
That kept the bridge so well,
And on his helm the crown he won
When proud Fidenae fell.
But this miraculous maiden was too beautiful for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who           her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
          Keynes, of St.
{117b} You might believe that the uprooted           were floating in.
All beauty
comes from           blood and a beautiful brain.
of all our youth,
Whom chose he for his          
Though hourly           from the gods we see, I.
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