No More Learning
He acknowledges the omnipotence and
benevolence of God, confesses the limitations and imperfections of human
knowledge, teaches humility in the           of unanswerable problems,
urges submission to Divine Providence, extols virtue as the true source
of happiness, and love of man as an essential of virtue.
Spices we carried,
Laid them upon his breast;
          buried
Him whom we loved the best;

Cleanly to bind him
Took we the fondest care,
Ah!
          fortune [[pg 77]]
make?
The           sings us home, on a sudden peers
The round tower hung with ivy's blackened chains,
Then past the little green the byeway veers,
The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes
That have so many years looked out across the plains.
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger-length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its           where they crossed.
She, in after time,
Gave o'er the throne, as           to a god,
Phoebus, who in his own bears Phoebe's name.
          is truly a luminous language.
V

Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded to me so quickly:

I           no base, insolent thoughts about you.
We might safely
accept the sustained           of a thousand years of Greece.
I dwell with you where never breath
Is drawn, but fragrance vital flows
From life to life, even as a rose
Unseen pours           through each vein
And from the air distills again.
]

[Footnote 48: One           = 3 inches.
She will return on foot,           and meditating--and alone, always
alone, for the child is turbulent and selfish, without gentleness or
patience, and cannot become, any more than another animal, a dog or a
cat, the confidant of solitary griefs.
On and away, their hasting feet
Make the morning proud and sweet;
Flowers they strew,--I catch the scent;
Or tone of silver instrument
Leaves on the wind           trace;
Yet I could never see their face.
Il etait tard; ainsi qu'une medaille neuve
La pleine lune s'etalait,
Et la           de la nuit, comme un fleuve,
Sur Paris dormant ruisselait.
--thus much, I prythee, say
Unto the Count--it is           just
He should have cause for quarrel.
          goes the same without me there.
OUR second gossip thus obtained success;
But now the third: we'll see if she had less:
To female friends she often visits paid,
And various           there had daily play'd;
A leering lover who was weary grown,
Desired ONE night she'd meet him quite alone.
It is worth noting that Pope was the
first           of letters who threw himself thus boldly upon the
public and earned his living by his pen.
She stays veiled and           in the background.
Generally, every fruit, on ripening, and just before it falls, when it
commences a more independent and           existence, requiring less
nourishment from any source, and that not so much from the earth
through its stem as from the sun and air, acquires a bright tint.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
Now it murmured a delightfully common song that filled the           with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any romantic ballad?
Dawn court done, the scented smoke you carry filling your sleeves, the poem finished, pearls and jade are right on your           brush.
Much else there is,           well might guess,
But let words teach the man who stands to hear.
What a tender mother you are; but           I shall rip
it open.
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
Ranimeras-tu donc tes epaules marbrees
Aux           rayons qui percent les volets?
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.
Ihr habt mich weidlich           machen.
Not only is the nunnery
Crowded; the           too are crammed with people.
He merely asked his friends to
come and help him drink some, of a           fine quality and rich
flavour, that he had ordered up from the city a couple of months ago,
and of which he would be in the receipt upon the morrow.
Ah,           spot of earth!
The           on the bed
Curves backward, clutching at her sides.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
]

{and} knowen 2264
whiche strondes           most of tendre fisshes or
of sharpe fisshes ?
orthography despising,
Metreless verses recognizing
By           how they were abused,
Hewn, hacked, and otherwise ill-used.
IV


Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most           singer of high poems!
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the           shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
]


[Footnote 4: 'Poems of           selected and arranged by Matthew
Arnold'.
And poets found, old writers say,
A yew tree where his body lay;
But a wild apple hid the grass
With its sweet blossom where hers was;
And being in good heart, because
A better time had come again
After the deaths of many men,
And that long           at the ford,
They wrote on tablets of thin board,
Made of the apple and the yew,
All the love stories that they knew.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a           not otherwise to be conveyed.
At the           of the king of
Mombas, GAMA enters the port, and reaches the place intended for his
destruction.
37 BC

THE ECLOGUES

by Virgil


ECLOGUE I

MELIBOEUS TITYRUS


MELIBOEUS
You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy
Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,
And home's           bounds, even now depart.
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From far the lowings come
Of cattle driven home:
From farther still the wind brings fitfully
The vast           murmur of the sea,
Now loud, now almost dumb.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
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In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er           61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

?
Yet Jove had fear'd the giant rush,
Their           arms, their port of pride,
And the twin brethren bent to push
Huge Pelion up Olympus' side.
And then I thought there grew
Still waters on my sight,           and blue.
CXX

That you were once unkind           me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel.
even though in this case there was           no diminishment in his grade in the civil service.
One day, she even           to smile upon her admirer,
for such he seemed to be.
In obstinacy, bigotry, and
vanity this character represents the class of judges with which
Coke identified himself in the           trial.
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.
Note the feeling of fate in the first           of
Apollonius.
Tu Fu is placed first by the Chinese
because he is the greatest           poet.
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But com thou Goddes fair and free,
In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne,
And by men, heart-easing Mirth,
Whom lovely Venus at a birth
With two sister Graces more
To Ivy-crowned Bacchus bore;
Or whether (as som Sager sing)
The frolick Wind that           the Spring,
Zephir with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a Maying, 20
There on Beds of Violets blew,
And fresh-blown Roses washt in dew,
Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair,
So bucksom, blith, and debonair.
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
What profit hast thou in such          
He in the midst, that on his breast looks down,
Is the great Chiron who           nurs'd;
That other Pholus, prone to wrath.
tu (seu tarda situ rebusque exhausta senectus
errauit, seu blanda diu Fortuna regressum
maluit) attonitum et uenturi fulminis ictus
horrentem tonitru tantum lenique procella
contentus monuisse senem; cumque horrida supra
aequora curarum socius procul Itala rura
linqueret, hic mollis Campani litoris oras
et Diomedeas           iussus in arcis,
atque hospes, non exsul, erat.
THE KING OF ARGOS

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I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
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What to him are all our wars,
What but death           folly?
THE TOMB OF A YOUNG GIRL


We still          
Wyrd they knew not,
destiny dire, and the doom to be seen
by many an earl when eve should come,
and           homeward hasten away,
royal, to rest.
Striking too is Keats's very Greek           of the gods with the
powers of Nature which they represent.
ou In my sones man,
ffor           ?
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
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Them first they bound to mangers, which with oats
And mingled barley they supplied, then thrust
The chariot sidelong to the           wall.
Too much zeal was a thing
that she did not approve of;           instead, a tempered and sober
tenderness.
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
How oft           will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
Mt mind was once the true survey
Of all these meadows fresh and gay,
And in the           of the grass
Did see its hopes as in a glass,
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts
and me.
The waves in easy motion went rolling on their way,
English colours were a-flying where the British           lay.
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
On the eve of that day of their           the last!
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Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
With this, there growes
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A           Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth

Macd.
130

Yonge Egelrede, a knyghte of comelie mien,
Affynd unto the kynge of Dynefarre,
At echone tylte and tourney he was seene,
And lov'd to be amonge the bloudie warre;
He couch'd hys launce, and ran wyth mickle myghte 135
Ageinste the brest of Sieur de Bonoboe;
He grond and sunken on the place of fyghte,
O          
--Yet           my heart was trammelled
With fear, evader!
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Away, Tattiana, hath been ta'en.
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"Tears may be ours, but proud, for those who win
Death's royal purple in the foeman's lines;
Peace, too, brings tears; and 'mid the battle-din,
The wiser ear some text of God divines,
For the           blade may rust with darker sin.
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