No More Learning
The expression, however, is
classical, and           retained.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
And I dreamed the little cottage
          became a ballroom.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
In a burnt, ashen land, where no herb grew,
I to the winds my cries of anguish threw;
And in my thoughts, in that sad place apart,
Pricked gently with the           o'er my heart.
And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it          
(thus his heart he vents)
Once spread the           banquet in our tents:
Thy sweet society, thy winning care,
Once stay'd Achilles, rushing to the war.
what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
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[fa] _The Grand           of the Ten_.
"

Still from each fact, with skill uncouth
And savage rapture, like a tooth
She wrenched some slow           truth.
Canst thou give to a frame           alive as the tortures of
suspense, the stability and hardihood of the rock that braves the
blast?
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
And thus from year to year, through hope and fear,
With many a curse and many a secret tear,
          in vain his cloud of debt to clear,
At last
He woke to find his foolish dreaming past,
And all his best-of-life the easy prey
Of squandering scamps and quacks that lined his way
With vile array,
From rascal statesman down to petty knave;
Himself, at best, for all his bragging brave,
A gamester's catspaw and a banker's slave.
Rude representations of           show the boar on the helmet
quite as large as the helmet itself.
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And           one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
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          lui, < virtu del ciel mi mosse, e con lei vegno.
Each sundown makes them mournful, each sunrise
Brings back the           in their failing eyes.
The day, that to the shades the father sends,
Robs the sad orphan of his father's friends:
He, wretched outcast of          
Likewise, thou canst ne'er
Believe the sacred seats of gods are here
In any regions of this mundane world;
Indeed, the nature of the gods, so subtle,
So far removed from these our senses, scarce
Is seen even by           of mind.
Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
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At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
          their war-spell to the winds and waves;
Or fateful hymn of those prophetic maids,
That call'd on Hertha in deep forest glades;
Or minstrel lay, that cheer'd the baron's feast;
Or rhyme of city pomp, of monk and priest,
Judge, mayor, and many a guild in long array,
To high-church pacing on the great saint's day.
Stopford Brooke, "at the foot of the Galtees, and bordered
to the north by the wild country, the scenery of which is frequently
painted in the _Faerie Queene_ and in whose woods and savage places such
adventures           took place in the service of Elizabeth as are
recorded in the _Faerie Queene_, the first three books of that great poem
were finished.
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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2           lines.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Where she (my Pinnace now) in times before, 10
Was leafy woodling on           Chine
For ever loquent lisping with her leaves.
- All this transformation

once           and

material

external -

now

moral

and within

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She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
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There was an Old Man of the East,
Who gave all his           a feast;
But they all ate so much, and their conduct was such,
That it killed that Old Man of the East.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
          is truly a luminous language.
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Dearest of          
ANOTHER

Think well--must cry or sign of woe or pain
Fix our           that the chief is slain?
How far I have           I cannot tell, but I have had
better luck than I ever looked for in seeing my verses survive to pass
beyond their nonage.
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
It is unlighted;           is in darkness.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
"
It would be difficult
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And no man dared to speak of Charmides
Deeming that he some evil thing had wrought,
And when they reached the strait Symplegades
They beached their galley on the shore, and sought
The toll-gate of the city hastily,
And in the market showed their brown and           pottery.
If we may
believe Petrarch, he did himself no           in likening himself to
that quadruped; but our poet was somewhat harsh in his judgment of this
Pontiff.
Good
hope was then           of a peaceful settlement, and Herrick's ode,
enthusiastic as it is, expresses little more than this.
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Thence what the lofty grave Tragoedians taught
In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best
Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd
In brief sententious precepts, while they treat
Of fate, and chance, and change in human life;
High actions, and high passions best describing;
Thence to the famous Orators repair,
Those antient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce Democratie,
Shook the Arsenal and fulmin'd over Greece, 270
To Macedon, and           Throne;
To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear,
From Heaven descended to the low-rooft house
Of Socrates, see there his Tenement,
Whom well inspir'd the Oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men; from whose mouth issu'd forth
Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schools
Of Academics old and new, with those
Sirnam'd Peripatetics, and the Sect
Epicurean, and the Stoic severe; 280
These here revolve, or, as thou lik'st, at home,
Till time mature thee to a Kingdom's waight;
These rules will render thee a King compleat
Within thy self, much more with Empire joyn'd.
I've seen none so noble, of such beauty,

Or so fine, who grants me such bounty,

For so worthy a friend she does appear,

And if I'd her naked at last beside me,

I'd be more than the lord of Excideuil,

Who           his worth where others fail,

For none but Geoffrey could so prevail.
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So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
and fatal to my friends

"Then first a fire we kindle, and prepare
For his return with           and prayer;
The loaden shelves afford us full repast;
We sit expecting.
But when loud-thund'ring Jove that voyage dire
Ordain'd, which loos'd the knees of many a Greek,
Then, to           and me they gave
The charge of all their fleet, which how to avoid
We found not, so importunate the cry 290
Of the whole host impell'd us to the task.
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The course in           woods, which, without rein,
The Tartar's charger had pursued astray,
Made Roland for two days, with fruitless pain,
Follow him, without tidings of his way.
Dost thou desire my           should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Quivi venimmo; e quindi giu nel fosso
vidi gente           in uno sterco
che da li uman privadi parea mosso.
Salve, nec minimo puella naso
Nec bello pede nec nigris ocellis
Nec longis digitis nec ore sicco
Nec sane nimis           lingua,
Decoctoris amica Formiani.
Harmless and silent as the          
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A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
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I wish him like           in all
His efforts, as attends his effort made
On this same bow, which he shall never bend.
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
what a singular           for an old man to bathe in the cold
sea-water!
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
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During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
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!
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His will, with all mean passions, bad delights,
And selfish cares, its           satellites,
A spirit ill to guide, but mighty to obey,
Is as a tempest-winged ship, whose helm
Love rules, through waves which dare not overwhelm, _410
Forcing life's wildest shores to own its sovereign sway.
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
Next to him, but next by a long gap,
Salius follows; then, left a space behind him,           third .
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
Then on the roof the osprey           aloud;
And here they brought our father in his shroud.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
hir derke hornes          
Ils ecoutent, pensifs, comme un           murmure.
Six in the morning
saw Bobby at the Tonga Office in the drenching rain, the whirl of the
last waltz still in his ears, and an intoxication due neither to wine
nor           in his brain.
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
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!
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
Tristan, when Iseult the Fair, his lover,

Granted his love, he could do no less,

And by such           I so love her,

I cannot escape it: she's my mistress.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
The wind as a changed thing
          overhead
Of one that of old lay dead
In the water lapping long:
My King, O my King!
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
They would naturally           the project of Romulus
to some divine intimation of the power and prosperity which it
was decreed that his city should attain.
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
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