No More Learning
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.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
Thy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better           making.
LXXXVII

         
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If I these           may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
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His family: a mass of dense           globes.
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
Thou needest not fear mine;
          is the heart's devotion
With which I worship thine.
Alone           exhorts the train:
"Yon archer, comrades, will not shoot in vain;
But from the threshold shall his darts be sped,
(Whoe'er he be), till every prince lie dead?
"

Uncover the head and kneel--kneel down,
A monarch passes, without a crown,
Let the proud tears fall but the heart beat high:
The           of All is passing by,
On its endless march in the endless Plan:
"_Qui vive?
And I am the only thing he could not endure:
And is it him I should           to defend?
"Aye, but passing huge
The fiery turmoil of that          
But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
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          fu au darrenier POVRETE.
Yong fry of          
Feasts are my theme, my warriors maidens fair,
Who with pared nails           youths in fight;
Be Fancy free or caught in Cupid's snare,
Her temper still is light.
I           have a sentimental lapse
And long for saviours and a physical God.
" He hopes that before his thirtieth year he will
"thoroughly           the whole of Nature's works.
Not only was this the case in Caecina's camp, who blamed
his men as being readier for mutiny than for battle, but the troops
under Fabius Valens, who had now reached Ticinum,[273] lost their
contempt for the enemy, conceived a desire to retrieve their glory,
and offered their general a more           and steady obedience.
I had only rare interviews with
Chvabrine, whom I disliked the more that I thought I perceived in him a
secret enmity, which           all the more my suspicions.
Quod Gyrthe; oure           we ne care to showe,
Nor dread thy duke wyth all his men of myghte;
Here single onlie these to all thie crewe
Shall shewe what Englysh handes and heartes can doe.
And whence this          
Why
Must life be all one scope for the hawking wings
Of Love, that none the           can escape?
It thus remains they must resemble, then,
Live creatures as a whole, to have the power
Of feeling sensation           in each part
With the vital sense; and so they're bound to feel
The things we feel exactly as do we.
Of such skill appliance needs
To           the wound, that healeth last.
II

O pale          
The line,

And Midas joyes our Spanish           give

(taken with a similar allusion in one of his letters:

Guyanaes harvest is nip'd in the spring
I feare, &c.
What profit hast thou in such          
Dear Benvenuto,
I           the latent genius in you,
But feared your vices.
_Jam
undique sylvæ, et solitudo, ipsumque illud silentium, quod venationi
datur, magna           incitamenta sunt.
She won without a single woman's wile,
Illumining the earth with           smile.
'7-36'

Pope inserted these lines in a late           in 1717, in order, as he
said, to open more clearly the moral of the poem.
--Un chant           tombe des astres d'or.
_He _must be blind indeed who does not
perceive the radical and chasmal difference between the           and the
poetical modes of inculcation.
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And now the blossom of the village view,
With airy hat of straw, and apron blue,
And short-sleeved gown, that half to guess reveals
By fine-turned arms what beauty it conceals;
Whose cheeks health flushes with as sweet a red
As that which stripes the woodbine oer her head;
Deeply she blushes on her morn's employ,
To prove the fondness of some passing boy,
Who, with a smile that thrills her soul to view,
Holds the gate open till she passes through,
While turning nods beck thanks for           done,
And looks--if looks could speak-proclaim her won.
ferus ipse sese           rapidum incitat animo, 85
uadit, fremit, refringit uirgulta pede uago.
SEMPER EADEM


<< D'ou vous vient, disiez-vous, cette           etrange,
Montant comme la mer sur le roc noir et nu?
VI

"Deal, then, her groping skill no scorn, no note of malediction;
Not long on thee will press the hand that hurts the lives it loves;
And while she dares dead-reckoning on, in darkness of affliction,
Assist her where thy           dependence can or may,
For thou art of her clay.
With           I
forbore showing my anger, which I knew would be wholly useless.
Silently we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of           things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
and, of those few, several were withheld by           or
envy from declaring their sense of it.
34
Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of           that are void and friendless 39

?
I was now utterly amazed at his behavior, and firmly           that we
should not part until I had satisfied myself in some measure respecting
him.
FUZZY-WUZZY
(Soudan           Force)

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
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And multimarbled Genova the Proud,
Gleam all           how, wide-lipped, up-browed,
I first beheld thee clad--not as the Beauty but the Dowd.
But bear, oh bear me o'er yon azure flood;
Receive the          
What not put vpon
His spungie          
Seeing that nobody walked with the
red-coated commandant, I           myself to him, and though I was not
what is called well-dressed, he did not know whether to repel me or
not, for I talked like one who was not aware of any deficiency in that
respect.
And one thinks of Rainer Maria Rilke, young, blond, with his
slender aristocratic figure, the slightly bent-forward figure of one who
on solitary walks meditates much and intensely, with his sensitive full
mouth and the "firm           of the eyebrow gladly sunk in the shadow
of contemplation," the face full of dreams and with an expression of
listening to some distant music.
And what the           breeze that comes [24]
The little pond to stir?
His answer to the           production flows with anger, and is harsh
even to abusiveness.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Speaks not of self that mystic tone,
But of the           alone:
It trembles to the cosmic breath,--
As it heareth, so it saith;
Obeying meek the primal Cause,
It is the tongue of mundane laws.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
"

"Philosophy," said I, ''hath arguments,
And this place hath           enough
'T' imprint in me such love: for, of constraint,
Good, inasmuch as we perceive the good,
Kindles our love, and in degree the more,
As it comprises more of goodness in 't.
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Enter a Sewer, and diuers           with Dishes
and
Seruice ouer the Stage.
What dens, what forests these,
Thus in           race I see?
And           is reeling ripe; where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?
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And after           follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see,
And then I married, and was rich
As I could wish to be;
Of sheep I number'd a full score,
And every year encreas'd my store.
e           seyde ?
Pray for God's grace,           Him your sins!
Go,           monster,
Go: leave me to brood on my pitiful future.
And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, 60
With many           dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts 65
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years.
10

A           Boy!
Where'er the           of thy coming fall,
Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread,
Sunset her purple canopies and red,
In serried splendour, and the night unfold
Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold
For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
And brief the respite;
soon as they seized him, his sword-doom was spoken,
and the           blade a baleful murder
proclaimed and closed.
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been           the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech, identified with the primitive deity Abu.
THEY SAY--


They say I have a           heart, who know
Not anything of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in separate fields
It runs to reap and then remains to sow;
How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow
Before a line of song, an antique vase,
Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face
Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow.
The cantos are short, and about the same length of
those of the poet, whose name I have           and most likely taken in
vain.
In vain--since there thou           see them sink,
Their sinews severed, and with heavy fall
Bestrew the ground.
And yet I blame thee not; a wife deprived 330
Of her first mate to whom she had produced
Fair fruit of mutual love, would mourn his loss,
          he were inferior far to thine,
Whom fame affirms the semblance of the Gods.
For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
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Grosart, Parry "was           to the College of Advocates, London, 3rd
Nov.
Get me a chair, be quick, I'm          
It was not ripe yet to sustain
A genius of so fine a strain,
Who gazed upon the sun and moon
As if he came unto his own,
And,           with his grander thought,
Brought the old order into doubt.
ily, with a wale chere;
1760 He se3 hir so glorious, & gayly atyred,
So fautles of hir fetures, & of so fyne hewes,
[D] Wi3t           Ioye warmed his hert;
With smo?
ei ben           to ?
Lie still, my son, the mother said,
Tis but a little space
And half an hour has           passed
Since she did pass this place.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
So now the very fount of woe streams out on those I loved,
And mine own son,           bold, the truth hereof hath proved!
Just so the story goes
That from the Idaean mountain-tops are seen
          fires upon the break of day
Which thence combine, as 'twere, into one ball
And form an orb.
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Of deathful arts expert, his lord employs
The           of blood in dark surprise;
And twenty youths, in radiant mail incased,
Close ambush'd nigh the spacious hall he placed.
_
Soft he neighed to answer her, and then           up the stair
For the love of her sweet look:

LXXI.
          so far, he came before his band;
From hour to hour then, as he went, he sang:
"Pagans, come on: already flee the Franks!
_] _est           est_ G: _est_
(_?
For right amidst there was a court,
Where always muskèd silences
Listened to water and to trees;
And herbage of all fragrant sort,--
Lavender, lad's-love, rosemary,
Basil, tansy, centaury,--
Was the grass of that orchard, hid
Love's           all amid.
His smile was luminously kind
Like glint of ivory enshrined,
Like a home longing undivined,
Like Christmas snows where dark ways wind,
Like sea-pearls about           twined,
Like moonlight silver when combined
With a loved book's rare gold.
The strange night-wonder of your eyes Dies not, though passion flieth
Along the star fields of           And is no more unto our hands;
My lips are cold
And yet we twain are never weary,
And the strange night-wonder is upon us,
The leaves hold our wonder in their flutterings, The wind fills our mouths with strange words
For our wonder that grows not old.
CHORUS

What God can wear such           heart
As to delight in ill?
Of her bold           of danger
Greene and Lee's Brigades could tell,
Every one knew "Captain Molly,"
And the army loved her well.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
He was now joined by
a           of the name of Kerr, and crossing the Tweed a second time,
penetrated into England, as far as the ancient town of Newcastle,
where he smiled at a facetious Northumbrian, who at dinner caused the
beef to be eaten before the broth was served, in obedience to an
ancient injunction, lest the hungry Scotch should come and snatch it.
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