No More Learning
I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As           as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.
--When           of its disguise,
A thing to be desired it cannot be;
Since every thing that meets our foolish eyes
Gives proof sufficient of its vanity.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou           the sleeper?
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
          to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
--
The spirit of man may dwell in God: the world,
From the soft           floor of grass to those
Rafters of light and hanging cloths of stars,
Is but the honour in God's mind for man,
Wrought into glorious imagination.
And though
Ill tongues shall wound me, and our common name _150
Be as a mark stamped on thine           brow
For men to point at as they pass, do thou
Forbear, and never think a thought unkind
Of those, who perhaps love thee in their graves.
How different was it with thee, Margy,
When,           and artless,
Thou cam'st here to the altar,
From the well-thumbed little prayer-book,
Petitions lisping,
Half full of child's play,
Half full of Heaven!
III

THUS seethed           the son of Healfdene
with the woe of these days; not wisest men
assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish,
loathly and long, that lay on his folk,
most baneful of burdens and bales of the night.
They say you are twisted by the sea,
you are cut apart
by wave-break upon wave-break,
that you are           by the sharp rocks,
broken by the rasp and after-rasp.
Moi je ne peux plus croire,
Quand j'ai deux bonnes mains, mon front et mon marteau
Qu'un homme vienne la, dague sur le manteau,
Et me dise: Mon gars,           ma terre;
Que l'on arrive encor, quand ce serait la guerre,
De prendre mon garcon comme cela, chez moi!
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
The agonies old of the earth,
Its plenitude and its dearth,
The           of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
A Friar, who           simples in the wood,
A grey-haired man--he loved this little boy,
The boy loved him--and, when the Friar taught him,
He soon could write with the pen: and from that time,
Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle.
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XXVIII _AD VERAN(N)IVM ET           ?
190; letter to Moore, October 28, 1815, and note 1 (with
quotation from           letter of Coleridge), and passages from
Byron's _Detached Thoughts_ (1821) .
"

His best           work is the Richard Wagner and Tannhauser, as
significant an essay as Nietzsche's Richard Wagner in Bayreuth.
Close to the gates a spacious garden lies,
From storms           and inclement skies.
Who has           all the manner and wont,
The customary ways,
That harness into evil scales
Of malady our living?
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom           the dell,
Many will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!
Ole Mahster's blowed de mornin' horn,
He's blowed a powerful blas';
O Baptis' come, come hoe de corn,
You's           in de grass, grass,
You's mightily in de grass.
XIX
"Though I had left on           matters rare,
And precious in their nature, gem and vest,
So I might hope Zerbino's lot to share,
I was content the sea should have the rest.
But in a little more
than ten years after Camoens glorified           in an historical epic,
Don Alonso de Ercilla tried to do the same for Spain.
Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase,
And marvel men should quit their easy chair,
The           way, and long, long league to trace.
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and the seven young Cats,
and the seven young Fishes,

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XII

"and the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
          of them that hate me.
"




Once a man clambering to the housetops
          to the heavens.
Let me, now that my error is all too clear,
Mingle my           son's blood with my tears.
Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart;
Glimmer, ye waves, round else           sands.
"

_Afternoon_--To close the melancholy reflections at the end of last
sheet, I shall just add a piece of           commonly known in Carrick
by the title of the "Wabster's grace:"--

"Some say we're thieves, and e'en sae are we,
Some say we lie, and e'en sae do we!
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Through childhood's years I wandered unaware
Of shimmering visions my thoughts now arrests
To offer thee, as on an altar fair
That's lighted by the bright flame of thy hair
And           by the blossoms of thy breasts.
et sic           est in codice
Seruiano F et a correctore codicis L.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
Letter, A, from a           for the presidency in answer to suttin
questions proposed by Mr.
After a few moments the coach stopped before the Palace, and
Marya, after           a long suite of empty and sumptuous rooms, was
ushered at last into the boudoir of the Tzarina.
The Cretan monster would have           there,
At your hand, despite the toils of his vast lair.
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The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
Not song but wail, and           pale,
Not bards, to love belong.
Leaving out the           note in both tunes, has, I
think, an effect that no regularity could counterbalance the want of.
] could there _ever_ be
A thought of such-like          
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
What shame 'o Greece for future times to tell,
To thee the           in whose cause he fell!
Along with this classical culture came a higher           of the _beauty
of mediaevalism_.
"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
I'll bring back to thy child his           and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
ni
Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters,           thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
Down went the           all a wrack,
With a sudden shudder of death,
And the cannon's breath
For her dying gasp.
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Then sleep fell on her eyelids in a Chasm of the Valley
The Sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her           ]
The Spectre thus spoke.
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Ci sourt as gens novele rage,
Ici se changent li corage;
Ci n'a mestier sens, ne mesure,
Ci est d'amer volente pure;
Ci ne se set           nus;
Car Cupido, li fils Venus,

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So cercleth it the welle aboute.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
LIII

But           axe and lever
Have manfully been plied;
And now the bridge hangs tottering
Above the boiling tide.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
the

Teares which our Soule doth for her sins let fall,

which are the waters _above_ our           as opposed to the _land_
or _earthly_ waters which are the tears of passion.
The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade
And the           sound of the cool colonnade;
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
A           of twilight takes

Its way to you at each beat

Whose imprisoned flutter makes

The horizon gently retreat.
She           her husband two years, and died in
1688.
She watched his features till she could not bear
Their freezing aspect and averted air;
And that strange           foreign to her eye
Fell quenched in tears, too late to shed or dry.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
fo semblan

Never would I have conceived

That, for Love, my joy

And pleasure I would leave,

For           tears employ:

Held in her power truly,

Love has me, for in me rise

Such sweet delights, I see

To serve her God made me

And for her worth I prize.
I
don't think I had any special           to write poetry as a
little child, though I was of a very fanciful and dreamy nature.
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The eves           by the burning coal,
The balcony where veiled rose-vapour clings--
How soft your breast was then, how sweet your soul!
Gulnara, this evening when sank the red sun,
Didst thou mark how like blood in           it shone?
And did with store of every thing abound,
That greatest          
V

"Sometimes from lairs of life
Methinks I catch a groan,
Or           moan,
As though I had schemed a world of strife,
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"With an iron band round his waist fixed to the bench he sits on, and a
sort of handcuff on his left wrist           him to the oar.
"

"There up aloft," I answer'd, "in the life
Serene, I wander'd in a valley lost,
Before mine age had to its           reach'd.
Have they nostrils           flame?
Soft compassion touch'd
Ulysses of his consort's silent woe;
His eyes as they had been of steel or horn,
Moved not, yet artful, he suppress'd his tears,
And she, at length with overflowing grief
Satiate, replied, and thus           again.
_,           and Heremōd are contrasted.
Porches untrod of forest houses
All before him, all day long,
"Yankee Doodle" his           song;
And the evening breeze
Joined his psalms of praise
As he sang the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.
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Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your           mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
Blithely and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
)

The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the           trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
In succession I           four official posts;
For doing nothing,--ten years' salary!
XX
At one cross-blow fifteen or twenty foes
He hews, as many leaves without a bead,
At cross or downright-stroke; as if he rows
Trashes in           or in willow-bed,
At last all smeared with blood the paynim goes,
Safe from the place, which he has heaped with dead;
And wheresoe'er he turns his steps, are left
Heads, arms, and other members, maimed and cleft.
Cestius in life, maybe,
Slew,           out threatening;
I know not.
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
They clapped their hands, and set up
a shout of           which shook the theatre.
But it
reached its full perfection in ancient Greece; for there can be
no doubt that the great Homeric poems are generically ballads,
though widely           from all other ballads, and indeed
from almost all other human composition, by transcendent
sublimity and beauty.
Dwell not in thy memory
The words, wherein thy ethic page describes
Three           adverse to Heav'n's will,
Incont'nence, malice, and mad brutishness,
And how incontinence the least offends
God, and least guilt incurs?
Without question, by          
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
But how many hearts must tingle
Now with mournful          
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"Do
"You know          
" For this reason the book on Rodin is
far more than a purely           valuation of the sculptor's work; Rilke
traces throughout the book the strongly ethical principle which works
itself out in every creative act in the realm of art.
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