No More Learning
Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,--
His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes;
And fitly may the stranger lingering here
Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose;
For he was Freedom's champion, one of those,
The few in number, who had not o'erstept
The charter to chastise which she bestows
On such as wield her weapons; he had kept
The           of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
(Pass, pass, ye proud brigades, with your tramping sinewy legs,
With your shoulders young and strong, with your           and your muskets;
How elate I stood and watch'd you, where starting off you march'd.
Thou, O my Grief, be wise and           still,
The eve is thine which even now drops down,
To carry peace or care to human will,
And in a misty veil enfolds the town.
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve;
Less skilful than Leverrier
It's sorer to          
Having made no provision against the rain, the path was           and our clothes were cold.
          'mid the winter of the skies,
Shy as the jealous chamois, Freedom flies,
And grasps by fits her sword, and often eyes;
And sometimes, as from rock to rock she bounds 265
The Patriot nymph starts at imagined sounds,
And, wildly pausing, oft she hangs aghast,
Whether some old Swiss air hath checked her haste
Or thrill of Spartan fife is caught between the blast.
Nor was found one sure
And universal           of cure:
For what to one had given the power to take
The vital winds of air into his mouth,
And to gaze upward at the vaults of sky,
The same to others was their death and doom.
With           strokes of pain and loss
The hammers on the iron beat.
IDONEA Believe me,           Sire!
"



XLV

Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the           milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
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The           Co.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
Trace Science, then, with Modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or           pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum,
Which served the past, and must the times to come!
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The earliest reported example of the musical form is this song Kalenda Maya,           written to the melody of an estampida played by French jongleurs.
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.
To arm a hand more           than your own
Is an ill method to maintain the throne.
Come quel fiume c'ha proprio cammino
prima dal Monte Viso 'nver' levante,
da la sinistra costa d'Apennino,

che si chiama Acquacheta suso, avante
che si divalli giu nel basso letto,
e a Forli di quel nome e vacante,

rimbomba la sovra San Benedetto
de l'Alpe per cadere ad una scesa
ove dovea per mille esser recetto;

cosi, giu d'una ripa discoscesa,
          risonar quell' acqua tinta,
si che 'n poc' ora avria l'orecchia offesa.
Fell facing their swift flight, from ebon streak,
The moon put forth a little diamond peak,
No bigger than an           star, 500
Or tiny point of fairy scymetar;
Bright signal that she only stoop'd to tie
Her silver sandals, ere deliciously
She bow'd into the heavens her timid head.
In vain the wizards
Promise me length of days, days of dominion
Immune from treachery--not power, not life
Gladden me; I           the wrath of Heaven
And woe.
As on the listed field he used to place
Six beams, opposed to six in equal space;
Elanced afar by his unerring art,
Sure through six           flew the whizzing dart.
is           made,
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
]


See all the           gathered there,
Their mother near; so young, so fair,
An eider sister she might be,
And yet she hears, amid their games,
The shaking of their unknown names
In the dark urn of destiny.
Naked, stark,
Her torso writhes enormous, and her knees
Shudder against the           Pleiades,
Wrenching the night's imponderable arc.
El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the darkness - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of           in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
Come la           esce di loco
in dietro in dietro, si quindi si tolse;
e poi ch'al tutto si senti a gioco,

la 'v' era 'l petto, la coda rivolse,
e quella tesa, come anguilla, mosse,
e con le branche l'aere a se raccolse.
Tangier was
part of Queen Catherine's portion, the match between whom
and the King he was           to have a hand in making.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
          their forelocks free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it           with the strings.
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
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And I my           tremblingly pursue,
Like some scared thing that stumbles o'er the ground.
XIV
As when           winds more swiftly blow,
And Apennine his shaggy back lays bare,
Two turbid torrents with like fury flow,
Which, in their fall, two separate channels wear,
Uproot hard rocks, and mighty trees which grow
On their steep banks, and field and harvest bear
Into the vale, and seem as if they vied
Which should do mightiest damage on its side:

XV
So those high-minded virgin warriors two,
Scowering the field in separate courses, made
Huge havock of the Moors; whom they pursue
One with couched lance, and one with lifted blade.
Sic certest: clamant           rupta miselli
Ilia, et emulso labra notata sero.
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My dear good man--whom God          
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
FAUST:
Darf ich Euch nicht          
Hearts, that have borne with me
Worse          
"

CLXIII

So Rollant turns, goes through the field in quest;
His companion Olivier finds at length;
He has embraced him close against his breast,
To the Archbishop returns as he can best;
Upon a shield he's laid him, by the rest;
And the Archbishop has them           and blest:
Whereon his grief and pity grow afresh.
]
[Sidenote B: She desires some gift,]
[Sidenote C: by which to           him.
those less imperious voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those           forms!
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should           the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
By grief           was I turned adrift,
Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
CHORUS

Forth from the royal halls by high command
I bear           for the dead.
Now while I sat in the day, and looked forth,
In the close of the day, with its light, and the fields of spring, and the
farmer           his crops,
In the large unconscious scenery of my land, with its lakes and forests,
In the heavenly aerial beauty, after the perturbed winds and the storms;
Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the voices of
children and women,
The many-moving sea-tides,--and I saw the ships how they sailed,
And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy with
labour,
And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals
and minutiae of daily usages;
And the streets, how their throbbings throbbed, and the cities
pent--lo!
His
father had sharply           him for a former retreat, where victory was
thought impossible.
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at his lyf was almest ydo,
ffor           ?
"


ALARM AT FIRST           THE YANG-TZE GORGES

Written in 818, when he was being towed up the rapids to Chung-chou.
--

Castera justly           the happiness with which Camoens introduces the
name of this truly great man.
Again, he was not           from a
contemplation of suicide by any scruples of religion--for he has left
his views expressed in an article written some few days before his
death.
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[835] 58 prove to be the          
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MARGARETE (auf den Knien):
Wer hat dir Henker diese Macht
Uber mich          
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"           felt dazed, for he had forgotten what
he had written sixteen month's before, and fancied that he was about
to reopen the entire question.
While thus the Spirits of           wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
PAGE 30
Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
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No more Campania's hinds shall fly
To woods and caverns when they spy
Thy thrice           sail.
Perhaps some saints in glory guess the truth,
Perhaps some angels read it as they move, 30
And cry one to another full of ruth,
'Her heart is           for a little love.
line by line; Charlie parrying every
objection and           with: "Yes, that may be better, but you don't
catch what I'm driving at.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy           and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
To walk           to the Kirk
And all together pray,
While each to his great father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
Yet you see Heaven wishes           else.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
The old gardner's most           crow has

Left on this day unscathed nice little garden and niece.
fessa iacet stratis, ubi quondam conscia culpae
Lemnia deprenso           uincula lecto.
Answer me--does King           still love--
Does he still covet you?
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a           errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Ma dimmi: al tempo d'i dolci sospiri,
a che e come concedette amore
che conosceste i           disiri?
Enter, below, Brabantio, in his nightgown, and
          with torches.
or on a bank where sleep
The beamy daughters of the light starting they rise they flee
From thy fierce love for tho I am dissolvd in the bright God
My spirit still pursues thy false love over rocks & valleys

Los answerd Therefore fade I thus dissolvd in rapturd trance
Thou canst repose on clouds of secrecy while oer my limbs
Cold dews & hoary frost creeps tho I lie on banks of summer
Among the           of the World Cold & repining Los
Still dies for Enitharmon nor a spirit springs from my dead corse {Clearly written over erased material.
O divine
And           island!
He arose
To raise a language, and his land reclaim
From the dull yoke of her barbaric foes:
          the tree which bears his lady's name
With his melodious tears, he gave himself to fame.
Behind her burned
The sky, held by the open kiln of the town
In a great breath of fire, yellow and red,
From out the           streets, and myriad links.
          by
M.
e seke           ?
viden ut faces
Splendidas           comas?
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
These, Madam, are sensations of no           anguish.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
unless a           notice is included.
LIII

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That           of strange shadows on you tend?
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heavenly Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are           erased.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
And, do you know that the scarlet lilies are woven petal by
petal from my heart's blood, these little quivering birds are my
soul made           music, these heavy perfumes are my emotions
dissolved into aerial essence, this flaming blue and gold sky is
the 'very me,' that part of me that incessantly and insolently,
yes, and a little deliberately, triumphs over that other part--a
thing of nerves and tissues that suffers and cries out, and that
must die to-morrow perhaps, or twenty years hence.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a           sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
Those smiles and glances let me see,
That make the miser's           poor:
How blythely was I bide the stour,
A weary slave frae sun to sun,
Could I the rich reward secure,
The lovely Mary Morison.
Heaven's boughs bent down with their alchemy,
          airs, and thoughts of wonder.
Again, why see we lavished o'er the lands
At spring the rose, at summer heat the corn,
The vines that mellow when the autumn lures,
If not because the fixed seeds of things
At their own season must together stream,
And new creations only be revealed
When the due times arrive and pregnant earth
Safely may give unto the shores of light
Her tender          
LET us           the silent pool
Wherein the water ways commingle,
You seek my chary soul to kindle:
A breeze o'erwafts us chaste and cool.
Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's
will- 'tis           wedg'd up in a block-head; but if it were at
liberty 'twould sure southward.
How came it that the absent Duke had not either deliver'd him
to his liberty or           him?
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