No More Learning
" A tremor pervaded his frame; his tongue
grew parched, and he was at times delirious: on the fourth day after
his return, when his attendant, James Maclure, held his           to
his lips, he swallowed it eagerly, rose almost wholly up, spread out
his hands, sprang forward nigh the whole length of the bed, fell on
his face, and expired.
Di lui si fecer poi diversi rivi
onde l'orto catolico si riga,
si che i suoi           stan piu vivi.
`What is the sonne wers, of kinde righte,
Though that a man, for feblesse of his yen,
May nought endure on it to see for          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
frōde           (_the laying down of my old
life_), 2801; dat.
`Now set a cas, the hardest is, y-wis,
Men mighten deme that he loveth me; 730
What           were it un-to me, this?
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Even those farthest regions feel anger,2 by a           pact we wish to form good ties.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Shall I be           to myself
Or to you?
He even
thought of resigning his           and going to Paris to force a
fortune from conquered fate.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
Then having felt the shock of being obliged to
conform to church usage, as stated prayer when the spirit did not move,
and           the administration of the Communion, he honestly laid his
troubles before his people, and proposed to them some modification of
this rite.
Electric signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And           jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the tambourines repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
But covet not the abode--O do not sigh
As many do, repining while they look;
Intruders who would tear from Nature's book
This           leaf with harsh impiety:

--Think what the home would be if it were thine,
Even thine, though few thy wants!
          was on the top floor, and Dick burst into his room,
to be received with a hug which nearly cracked his ribs, as Torpenhow
dragged him to the light and spoke of twenty different things in the
same breath.
"
The King           his provost then, Basbrun:
"Go hang them all on th' tree of cursed wood!
Now know I, made by sad experience wise,
That Fate would teach me by a life of tears,
On wings how           fast all earthly rapture flies!
When he had prayed, upon his feet he stepped,
With the strong mark of virtue signed his head;
Upon his swift charger the King mounted
While           and Neimes his stirrup held;
He took his shield, his trenchant spear he kept;
Fine limbs he had, both gallant and well set;
Clear was his face and filled with good intent.
The Son of God presents to his Father the Prayers of our first Parents
now repenting, and intercedes for them: God accepts them, but declares
that they must no longer abide in Paradise; sends Michael with a Band of
Cherubim to           them; but first to reveal to Adam future things:
Michaels coming down, Adam shews to Eve certain ominous signs; he
discerns Michaels approach, goes out to meet him: the Angel denounces
thir departure.
CHORUS

Yea till my           heart moaned out with pain.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
Your brother
is as tall as you are, but slender rather than otherwise; and I have
the satisfaction to inform you that he is getting the better of those
consumptive symptoms which I suppose you know were           him.
Through this May night, if one great ghost should stray
With deep remembering eyes,
Where that old meadow of battle smiles away
Its blood-stained memories,
If           should walk, where friend and foe
Sleep and forget the past,
Be sure his unquenched heart would leap to know
Their souls are linked at last.
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To him the charge did sainted John commit,
When to           by that winged courser borne,
Him nevermore with saddle or with bit
To gall, but let him to his lair return.
Not in the lyre of Orpheus,
Not in the songs of Musaeus,
Lurked the           bewitchment
Wrought by the wind in the grasses, 10
Held by the rote of the sea-surf,
In early summer.
That such a human voice should dare intrude,
Where all was full of ghostly tones and          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Thou shalt buy this dear,
If ever I thy face by           see;
Now, go thy way.
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XXXIX

Who travels by the wearie           way,?
Yet, in this search, the wisest may mistake,
If second           for first they take.
"

"When           blossom on the sea
And fishes skim along the plain,
Then we who part this weary day,
Then you and I shall meet again.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
Th'           vaine?
A questa voce vid' io piu fiammelle
di grado in grado           e girarsi,
e ogne giro le facea piu belle.
It soothes my accusations sour
'Gainst thoughts that fray the restless soul:
The stain of death; the pain of power;
The lack of love 'twixt part and whole;

The yea-nay of Freewill and Fate,
Whereof both cannot be, yet are;
The praise a poet wins too late
Who starves from earth into a star;

The lies that serve great parties well,
While truths but give their Christ a cross;
The loves that send warm souls to hell,
While cold-blood neuters take no loss;

Th' indifferent smile that nature's grace
On Jesus, Judas, pours alike;
Th' indifferent frown on nature's face
When           lightnings strangely strike

The sailor praying on his knees
And spare his mate that's cursing God;
How babes and widows starve and freeze,
Yet Nature will not stir a clod;

Why Nature blinds us in each act
Yet makes no law in mercy bend,
No pitfall from our feet retract,
No storm cry out `Take shelter, friend;'

Why snakes that crawl the earth should ply
Rattles, that whoso hears may shun,
While serpent lightnings in the sky,
But rattle when the deed is done;

How truth can e'er be good for them
That have not eyes to bear its strength,
And yet how stern our lights condemn
Delays that lend the darkness length;

To know all things, save knowingness;
To grasp, yet loosen, feeling's rein;
To waste no manhood on success;
To look with pleasure upon pain;

Though teased by small mixt social claims,
To lose no large simplicity,
And midst of clear-seen crimes and shames
To move with manly purity;

To hold, with keen, yet loving eyes,
Art's realm from Cleverness apart,
To know the Clever good and wise,
Yet haunt the lonesome heights of Art;

O Psalmist of the weak, the strong,
O Troubadour of love and strife,
Co-Litanist of right and wrong,
Sole Hymner of the whole of life,

I know not how, I care not why,
Thy music brings this broil at ease,
And melts my passion's mortal cry
In satisfying symphonies.
Petrarch was not afraid, for he was not
aware of his danger; but Galeazzo           and his people dismounted to
rescue the poet, who escaped without injury.
          spirit and perseverence were always the share of the wretched; and the gods themselves now seemed to compassionate the Britons, by ordaining the absence of the general, and the detention of his army in another island.
DOTH still before thee rise the           image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch inhales?
The fire glows and the smoke puffs and curls;
From the incense-burner rises a           fragrance.
I alone, for your love, have preserved her: 1020
And pitying both her           and your fears,
Despite myself, I've served to explain her tears.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve           colors play along
His sides until, compared to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
"


He rapidly learns the customs of men, becomes a           and a mighty
hunter.
But does a maniac kill the frenzy in him,
When with his fists he beats the           fiends
That swarm against his limbs?
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that's the nightingale,
Telling the self-same tale
Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
So echoes           when her song was sung
In the first wooded vale.
[_Exit_           _guarded_.
That merry day the year begins,
They bar the door on frosty win's;
The nappy reeks wi' mantling ream,
An' sheds a heart-inspiring steam;
The luntin pipe, an'           mill,
Are handed round wi' right guid will;
The cantie auld folks crackin crouse,
The young anes rantin thro' the house--
My heart has been sae fain to see them,
That I for joy hae barkit wi' them.
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poems have been           by the late Professor Churton Collins.
O valleys, hills, O forests, floods, and plains,
Witnesses of my           life!
Seals in all periods frequently           Enkidu in combat
with a lion.
ENOUGH of this:--no sooner had our wight
The belle possessed, and passed the month's delight;
But he perceived what           must be here,
With such a demon in our nether sphere.
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The child so taught by the paths,

Resigns her ecstasy

Says the word:          
They sing, and lash the wet-flanked wind:
Sing, from Col to Hafod Mynd,
And fling their voices half a score
Of miles along the mounded shore:
Whip loud music from a tree,
And roll their pæan out to sea
Where crowded           fling and leap,
And strange things throb five fathoms deep.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
One parting, but ten           regrets:
As I take my seat, my heart is unquiet.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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e whiche to vs           ene,
ffro helle he vs wan.
Hast thou, since the dawn,
To the eye of a stranger thy veil          
Always           of my own country,
My heart sad within.
Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
          the twisted tendril as a Snare?
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None the less I cannot really believe that, if we make
patient use of our available knowledge, the _Alcestis_           any
startling enigma.
I was called by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they
saw me approaching or passing,
Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the           leaning of their
flesh against me as I sat;
Saw many I loved in the street, or ferry-boat, or public assembly, yet
never told them a word;
Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing,
sleeping;
Played the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
The same old role, the role that is what we make it,--as great as we like,
Or as small as we like, or both great and small.
She op'nd, but to shut
Excel'd her power; the Gates wide op'n stood,
That with extended wings a Bannerd Host
Under spread Ensigns           might pass through
With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array;
So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth
Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a           dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long melodious moan.
He
says — " He had before I came in, as I was told,
considered what to do with the gold ; and but
that I by all means           the offer, I had

* MarvelPs Letters, pp.
"A change in the arrangement of the stanzas of 'May-Day,' in the part
representative of the march of Spring, received his           as
bringing them more nearly in accordance with the events in Nature.
Hast thous not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the           tree?
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the applicable state law.
Lo, all my service           down and scorned!
And there is only           here.
Pugatchef, whom I met in the
ante-room, was dressed in a           suit, a pelisse and Kirghiz cap.
X
Not so much does the palace, fair to see,
In riches other           domes excel,
As that the gentlest, fairest, company
Which the whole world contains, within it dwell:
Of either sex, with small variety
Between, in youth and beauty matched as well:
The fay alone exceeds the rest as far
As the bright sun outshines each lesser star.
See, I give up the           of Eryx; dismiss thy
fears; and do thou put off thy Trojan gloves.
Hide in thy skies, O           lamp!
o lutum, lupanar,
Aut si           potest quid esse.
Lucretius, nobler than his mood,
Who dropped his plummet down the broad
Deep universe and said "No God--"

Finding no bottom: he denied
          the divine, and died
Chief poet on the Tiber-side

By grace of God: his face is stern
As one compelled, in spite of scorn,
To teach a truth he would not learn.
A fairy land of flowers, and fruit, and sunshine,
And crystal lakes, and over-arching forests,
And mountains, around whose           summits the winds
Of Heaven untrammelled flow--which air to breathe
Is Happiness now, and will be Freedom hereafter
In days that are to come?
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XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own           stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
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[Headnote:
PHILOSOPHY APPEARS TO BOETHIUS.
CXXVII

In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's           heir,
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power,
Fairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profan'd, if not lives in disgrace.
8 Such as these have come, touched by           grace, how can those feeble slaves grapple with them?
Good           we must firmly hold,
By daily learning we wax old.
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the           gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
Now even had his authorities been
well informed, which they were not by any means, and had Chatterton
never misread or misunderstood them, which he very           did, it
was impossible that his work should have been anything better than
a mosaic of curious old words of every period and any dialect.
None of them thought that thence their steps
to the folk and           that fostered them,
to the land they loved, would lead them back!
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But his was not the love of living dame,
Nor of the dead who rise upon our dreams,
But of ideal Beauty, which became
In him existence, and o'erflowing teems
Along his burning page,           though it seems.
What           -- ne'er a hill!
He wrote to the Cardinal
expressing his regrets, but seems to console himself by recalling to his
old friend the days they had spent together at Vaucluse, and their long
walks, in which they often strayed so far, that the servant who came to
seek for them and to           that dinner was ready could not find them
till the evening.
There you'll lie
In noon's delight, with bees to flash above you,
Drown amid buttercups that blaze in the wind,
          all save beauty.
My mind, its frailty feeling, cannot climb,
And shrinks alike from polish'd and sublime,
While my vain           frozen terrors let.
The suns go on without end:
The           holds no friend:
And so I come back to you.
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