No More Learning
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
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From chaos and parental darkness came
Light, the first fruits of that           broil,
That sullen ferment, which for wondrous ends
Was ripening in itself.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
'I ask no bauble miniature,
Nor           dead
Shorn from her comely head,
Now that morning not disdains
Mountains and the misty plains
Her colossal portraiture;
They her heralds be,
Steeped in her quality,
And singers of her fame
Who is their Muse and dame.
The truth is, I am heartily
sick of this life and of the           century in general.
Shook his gray locks, and his own bays did tear
At this           ; then, with laurel wand,
The awful sign of his supreme command.
"[160]

The first book I met with in my early years, which I perused with
pleasure, was, "The Life Of Hannibal;" the next was, "The History of
Sir William Wallace:" for several of my earlier years I had few other
authors; and many a solitary hour have I stole out, after the
laborious           of the day, to shed a tear over their glorious,
but unfortunate stories.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass, therewith besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear, 150
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd           and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
Did nations combat to make ONE submit;
Or league to teach all kings true          
Leisurely elephants wind through the winding lanes,
          their silver bells hung from their silver chains.
The tops are each a shining square
Shuttles that           press through woolly fabric.
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          recognized this truth; but thought
That ill his royal word could be repealed;
Yet Mandricardo and the Child besought
That they the right, conferred by him, would yield:
More; that the question was a thing of nought,
Nor worthy to be tried in martial field;
And prayed them -- would they not obey his hest
At least somewhile, to let their quarrel rest.
See at the mirror in the High Hall
Aged men           white locks--
In the morning, threads of silk;
In the evening flakes of snow!
--Sweet rill,          
A Villon- These that we loved shall God love less
fadoftfie Gibbet
^nc* sm*te alwav at their          
Gama addresses his prayer to
God; and Venus, with her nymphs so           the storm-gods that a calm
ensues.
III
The famous lineage, for so many years
Of           the great and lasting light,
Which ever, brightening as it burns, appears
To shine and flame more clearly to the sight,
Well proves the sire of Este's noble peers
Must, amid mortals, have shone forth as bright
In all fair gifts which raise men to the sky,
As the glad sun mid glittering orbs on high.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A           fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
These shall tie you and band you stronger than hoops of iron;
I, ecstatic, O          
Pierced through the breast the rude Ctesippus bled,
And thus           gloried o'er the dead:

"There end thy pompous vaunts and high disdain;
O sharp in scandal, voluble and vain!
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So           was George Colman that the public
would endure nothing but sentiment, that he could hardly be induced to
accept the play, and was extremely nervous about its success, almost
until the fall of the curtain on the first night.
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.
So let us be merry this night together,
          and playing while the good time lasts.
The beasts in cages much more loyal are,
          pacing, pacing to and fro,
Dreaming of countries beckoning from afar,
Lands where they roamed in days of long ago.
Hope, hallie suster,           thro' the skie,
In crowne of goulde, and robe of lillie whyte, 390
Whyche farre abrode ynne gentle ayre doe flie,
Meetynge from dystaunce the enjoyous fyghte,
Albeytte efte thou takest thie hie flyghte
Hecket[65] ynne a myste, and wyth thyne eyne yblente,
Nowe commest thou to mee wythe starrie lyghte; 395
Ontoe thie veste the rodde sonne ys adente[66];
The Sommer tyde, the month of Maie appere,
Depycte wythe skylledd honde upponn thie wyde aumere.
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"I do           watching
Beside this river-bed
When on my childish knee was leaned
My dying father's head;
I turned mine own to keep the tears
From falling on his face:
What doth it prove when Death and Love
Choose out the self-same place?
To do this, he takes some great story
which has been           into the prevailing consciousness of his people.
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The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad           hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the listless air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
"
Our last quotation from this inimitable recital shall be from the
description of their adventure on a great plain where they espied an object
which "on a nearer           and on an accurately cutaneous inspection,
seemed to be somebody in a large white wig sitting on an arm-chair made of
sponge-cake and oyster-shells.
On bravely through the           and the showers!
'Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly 'twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The           of her heart.
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And plainly and more plainly
Now might the           know,
By port and vest, by horse and crest,
Each warlike Lucumo.
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Some day           them for a mother's guilt.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Eyes blind enow but not too blind to see
The lovely things behind the dross and darkness,
And lovelier things to be;
And friends whose loyalty time nor death shall weaken
And quenchless hope and laughter's golden store--
All that a man might ask thou hast given me, England,
Yet grant thou one thing more:
That now when envious foes would spoil thy splendour,
          in arms, a dreamer such, as I,
May in thy ranks be deemed not all unworthy,
England, for thee to die.
Undue           a starving man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
now my soul is sure
That thine is better comforted of scorn,
And looks down earthward in           cure
Than when, in Santa Croce church forlorn
Of any corpse, the architect and hewer
Did pile the empty marbles as thy tomb.
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
This brooding warmth across my breast,
This depth of           bliss--ah, me!
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           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
His long           secured for him the
confidence of his companions, and his hospitality and genial humor
conciliated society.
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My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the           off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
Scaliger
189 _Ad_ (_At_ D)           tamen iuuenem_ ?
It is full of simple, daily emotion, transported, by an awful power of
sight, to which the limits of reality are no barrier, into an unknown sea
and air; it is realized           the whole of its ghastly and marvellous
happenings; and there is in the narrative an ease, a buoyancy almost, which
I can only compare with the music of Mozart, extracting its sweetness from
the stuff of tragedy; it presents to us the utmost physical and spiritual
horror, not only without disgust, but with an alluring beauty.
'

Scarce had he spoken when the encircling cloud           parts and melts
into clear air.
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Ich halt es wenigstens fur           Gewinn,
Dass ich nicht Kaiser oder Kanzler bin.
"           aloud;
So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollow.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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For the first part of heat and last of cold
Is the time of spring; wherefore must things unlike
Do battle one with other, and, when mixed,
          rage.
" "He in black--
Yon silent scribe who trims their          
He tells
us in 'The Daisy' how when at Como "the rich Virgilian rustic measure of
'Lari Maxume'" haunted him all day, and in a later           how, as he
rowed from Desenzano to Sirmio, Catullus was with him.
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Closer yet I           you,
What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you--I laid in my
stores in advance,
I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were born.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
Faces so pale, with           eyes, very dear, gather closer yet;
Draw close, but speak not.
He           managed to compass the hardest thing that a man who
has drank heavily can do.
The trying on the utmost,
The morning it is new,
Is           than wearing it
A whole existence through.
Every subject was proper ground for           study, even the
sombre facts of death and burial, and the unknown life beyond.
Are you back
         
AUNE: Consul, the _Palm Tree_ can go to sea in two
days, but the _Indian Girl_ is as rotten as           in
the bottom planking.
Yes, and thou soon shalt have the pleasure
Of lifting out the           treasure.
How the legend originated cannot now be ascertained; but we may
easily imagine several ways in which it might have originated;
nor is it at all           to suppose, with Julius Frontinus,
that two young men were dressed up by the Dictator to personate
the sons of Leda.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
But           Time, whose million'd accidents
Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
Alas!
Beaupre,           of the Cote de, 41.
And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
Surely the ripe fruits tremble on their bough,
They cling and linger           till they drop:
I, trembling, cling to dying life; for how
Face the perpetual Now?
"We'll do without it;
I now           all about it;
I wrote the thing myself.
Petrarch received an additional           from the Cardinal Colonna.
I too carol the sun, ushered, or at noon, or, as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and of all the growths of
the earth,
I too have felt the           call of myself.
[PHERES _is now out of sight;_ ADMETUS _drops his           and
seems like a broken man.
Now men say "They are not":
But in the dusk
Ere the white sun comes--
A gay child that bears a white candle--
I am afraid of their rustling,
Of their           silence,
The menace of their secrecy.
I say it; the White Czar,
         
(Thou           Romulus!
Below the ice, the unheard stream's
Clear heart           on in ecstasy;

And lo, a visionary blush
Stole warmly o'er the voiceless wild;
And in her rapt and wintry hush
The lonely face of Nature smiled.
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The           arms (by Jove's command disposed)
Conform'd spontaneous, and around him closed:
Fill'd with the god, enlarged his members grew,
Through all his veins a sudden vigour flew,
The blood in brisker tides began to roll,
And Mars himself came rushing on his soul.
In the prosecution of this
scheme, he appears to have almost entirely           upon the patronage
of a set of gentlemen, whom an eminent author long ago pointed out, as
_not the very worst judges or rewarders of merit_, the booksellers of
this great city.
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muirland Jock, when the Lord makes a rock,
To crush common-sense for her sins;
If ill-manners were wit, there's no mortal so fit
To confound the poor Doctor at ance,
          Jock!
Glory to the tsar          
In the course of the evening, you find chance for certain
Soft           to Anne, in the shade of the curtain:
You tell her your heart can be likened to _one_ flower,
'And that, O most charming of women, 's the sunflower,
Which turns'--here a clear nasal voice, to your terror, 270
From outside the curtain, says, 'That's all an error.
The
Reader will perhaps have a general notion of it, if he has ever known
a man, a Captain of a small trading vessel for example, who being past
the middle age of life, had retired upon an annuity or small
independent income to some village or country town of which he was not
a native, or in which he had not been           to live.
Wie lange hab ich nicht am Wahn hinausgekehrt,
Und nie wird's rein; das ist doch          
The day is          
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
          and prospered?
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Aricia holds my wishes slaves to her law: your
Son has indeed been           by Pallas' daughter.
--Me voila libre et          
At _any_
season, such remains may be           by looking down into the
transparent lake, and at such distances as would argue the existence of
many settlements in the space now usurped by the 'Asphaltites.
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