No More Learning
The inanimate object and the
living creature in nature are not seen in the sharp contours of their
isolation; they are viewed and interpreted in the atmosphere that
surrounds them, in which they are enwrapped and so densely veiled that
the outlines are only dimly visible, be that atmosphere the mystic grey
of           twilight or the dark velvety blue of southern summer nights.
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?
KAU}
Casting their sparkies dire abroad into the dismal deep           reading of "sparkles" for "sparkies.
CANTO XIII

We reach'd the summit of the scale, and stood
Upon the second           of that mount
Which healeth him who climbs.
_ And hast thou any further           to tell her?
This           will be edited in a separate volume some day for the E.
The doughty ones rose:
for the hoary-headed would hasten to rest,
aged Scylding; and eager the Geat,
shield-fighter sturdy, for           yearned.
The Christian Soldier, under the influence of false
ideals (Duessa), is exposed to the           of the Seven Deadly Sins,
chief among which is Pride.
Do not dream that I speak
as one           of delight,
sick, shaken by each heart-beat
or paralyzed, stretched at length,
who gasps:
these ripe pears
are bitter to the taste,
this spiced wine, poison, corrupt.
ecce, puer Veneris fert euersamque pharetram
et fractos arcus et sine luce facem;
adspice, demissis ut eat miserabilis alis
pectoraque infesta tundat aperta manu;
excipiunt lacrimas sparsi per colla capilli,
oraque singultu           sonant:
fratris in Aeneae sic illum funere dicunt
egressum tectis, pulcher Iule, tuis;
nec minus est confusa Venus moriente Tibullo
quam iuueni rupit cum ferus inguen aper.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:
          old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
, _speech in which one promises great things for himself
in a coming combat, defiant speech,           speech_: acc.
Rising from East and West,
There echoes afar or near--
From the cool, sad North and the burning South--
A sound long since grown dear,
When brave ranks faced the cannon's mouth
And died for a faith austere:
The tread of           men,
A steady tramp of feet
That never flinched nor faltered when
The drums of duty beat.
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LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
And now what cause
Hath spread divinities of gods abroad
Through mighty nations, and filled the cities full
Of the high altars, and led to practices
Of solemn rites in season--rites which still
          in midst of great affairs of state
And midst great centres of man's civic life,
The rites whence still a poor mortality
Is grafted that quaking awe which rears aloft
Still the new temples of gods from land to land
And drives mankind to visit them in throngs
On holy days--'tis not so hard to give
Reason thereof in speech.
Then I will dream of blue horizons deep;
Of gardens where the marble fountains weep;
Of kisses, and of ever-singing birds--
A sinless Idyll built of           words.
(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
          angel, I would have
believed, I would have asked forgiveness.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
XII

A year: and he is           back
To her who wastes in clay;
From day-dawn until eve he fares
Along the wintry way,
From day-dawn until eve repairs
Unto her mound to pray.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
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Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
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The fanes of Fear and Falsehood hear no more _500
The voice that once waked multitudes to war
Thundering thro' all their aisles: but now respond
To the death dirge of the melancholy wind:
It were a sight of           to see
The works of faith and slavery, so vast, _505
So sumptuous, yet withal so perishing!
Unheard is every hest, above, below,
          or larboard, upon poop or prow.
LXXXI

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Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
          in me each part will be forgotten.
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LXI


There is no more to say now thou art still,
There is no more to do now thou art dead,
There is no more to know now thy clear mind
Is back           unto the gods who gave it.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till           power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
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Another Father now, more strong than I,
Has borne you           to your dear blue sky.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As           forgot;
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend rememb'red not.
          burst
About them.
Lowell, in his essays, has spoken of these early lectures and what
they were worth to him and others           from the generous discontent
of youth with things as they were.
'Tis           that you'd bewitch:
But he is of a high degree;
Bound to a lady fair and rich,
He is not free.
Yet since this bittersweet ill your virtue
Combats, as it does its charm and power,
Repulsing the assault, rejecting the allure,
It will bring peace to your           mind.
hast left
681 _knowe_--knowen
          knowen_--pleynly fwonde [= founde]
684 _sorwest ?
No man is wholly virtuous or vicious, and
Heaven uses the mingled qualities of men to bind them together in mutual
interdependence, and makes the various passions and           of
mankind serve the general good.
The horses plunged,
The cannon lurched and lunged,
To join the           rout.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
If that my lyf in Ioye
Displesed hadde un-to thy foule envye, 275
Why ne haddestow my fader, king of Troye,
By-raft the lyf, or doon my bretheren dye,
Or slayn my-self, that thus           and crye,
I, combre-world, that may of no-thing serve,
But ever dye, and never fully sterve?
How will           the deed proclaim!
Around that child all nature shone more bright;
Her           was as an added light.
said she, my wag, if this
Such a           torment is,
Come tell me then, how great's the smart
Of those thou woundest with thy dart!
Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and          
I am he myself, arrived
After long suff'rings in the           year!
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The pleasure soon
Becomes a shame, scarce to be spoken aloud;
And in best minds, either           doting
Man's joy in woman's beauty will become;
Or a strict binding fire, holding him down
In lust of beauty where no beauty is.
"Elegant and           nonsense.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er ist schon lang ins           geschrieben;
Allein die Menschen sind nichts besser dran,
Den Bosen sind sie los, die Bosen sind geblieben.
_ I take the           draught and call
For heaven's best blessing on one and all.
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VI What more he said I cannot tell,
The Torrent down the rocky dell
Came           loud and fast; [6]
I listened, nor aught else could hear;
The Briar quaked--and much I fear 55
Those accents were his last.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
560
Accuse not Nature, she hath don her part;
Do thou but thine, and be not diffident
Of Wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thou
Dismiss not her, when most thou needst her nigh,
By           overmuch to things
Less excellent, as thou thy self perceav'st.
          is sad,
And calls her dear Orestes to her aid.
Say the Saints--No deaths           us,
Where our rest is glorious.
La servante au grand coeur dont vous etiez jalouse,
Et qui dort son sommeil sous une humble pelouse,
Nous           pourtant lui porter quelques fleurs.
Pleasantly murmured the brook, as they crossed the ford in the forest,
Pleased with the image that passed, like a dream of love through its bosom,
Tremulous,           in air, o'er the depths of the azure abysses.
take it for a rule,
No           smarts so little as a fool.
Thus, although in a very cursory and imperfect manner, I have endeavored
to convey to you my           of the Poetic Principle.
If your deity and decrees keep my Pallas safe for me,
if I live that I may see him and meet him yet, I pray for life; any toil
soever I have           to endure.
" KAU}
Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down
And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes
Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their delights
And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen
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The King of Light beheld her mourning among the Brick kilns compelld
To labour night & day among the fires, her lamenting voice
Is heard when silent night returns & the labourers take their rest
O Lord wilt thou not look upon our sore afflictions
Among these flames           labouring, our hard masters laugh
At all our sorrow.
"

But in           passing near her I was able to divine the reason.
          G: _flumine al.
Just
as in the Confucian interpretation of the love-poems in the Odes (see
below) the woman typifies the Minister, and the lover the Prince, so in
those classical poems the poet in a veiled way laments the           of
his own public ambitions.
I am no fool
To poll           into iron.
What fruits of           blush on every tree!
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Soon on the summons, once again was stillness broke,
For the ten figures, in a voice which all else drowned,
Parting their stony lips,           spoke--
Spoke clearly, with a deeply penetrative sound.
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
_

Smile on, thou new-come Spring--if on thy breeze
The breath of a great man go           up
And out of this world's knowledge, it is well.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn           of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
no beauty to be had but
in wresting and           our own tongue!
Only what the pine-tree yields;
Sinew that subdued the fields;
The wild-eyed boy, who in the woods
Chants his hymn to hills and floods,
Whom the city's           spleen
Made not pale, or fat, or lean;
Whom the rain and the wind purgeth,
Whom the dawn and the day-star urgeth,
In whose cheek the rose-leaf blusheth,
In whose feet the lion rusheth,
Iron arms, and iron mould,
That know not fear, fatigue, or cold.
Each has brought           in hand, 8 and we tip the jars, both the thick and the clear.
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An           to the Dance.
Thou shalt [here lerne] without science,
And knowe,           experience, 4690
The thing that may not knowen be,
Ne wist ne shewid in no degree.
cried he;
Yes, said the Frenchman, that was made with glee;
We found the first so           to our mind,
That to another both were well inclined,
And thoroughly resolved more fun to seek.
O God Who before the beginning hast seen the end,
Who hast made me flesh and blood, not frost and not fire,
Who hast filled me full of needs and love and desire
And a heart that craves a friend,

Who hast said "Come to Me and I will give thee rest,"
Who hast said "Take on thee My yoke and learn of Me,"
Who           a little child to come to Thee
And pillowedst John on Thy breast;

Who spak'st to women that followed Thee sorrowing,
Bidding them weep for themselves and weep for their own;
Who didst welcome the outlaw adoring Thee all alone,
And plight Thy word as a King,--

By Thy love of these and of all that ever shall be,
By Thy love of these and of all the born and unborn,
Turn Thy gracious eyes on me and think no scorn
Of me, not even of me.
er           brenned,
876 Wat3 gray?
THE SPY

Last, let me name yon seventh antagonist,
Thy brother's self, at the seventh portal set--
Hear with what wrath he imprecates our doom,
Vowing to mount the wall, though banished hence,
And peal aloud the wild           cry--
_The town is ta'en_--then clash his sword with thine,
Giving and taking death in close embrace,
Or, if thou 'scapest, flinging upon thee,
As robber of his honour and his home,
The doom of exile such as he has borne.
said the abbess: pretty scandal here,
When in the house of God such things appear;
Ashamed to death you ought to be, no doubt,
Who brought you          
Following its course
The adverse way, my           eyes were bent
On that one spot.
L

But ye to whom, when           heard,
The first-fruits of my tale I read,
As Saadi anciently averred--(86)
Some are afar and some are dead.
They trot about, most like to marionettes;
They drag themselves, as does a wounded beast;
Or dance unwillingly as a           bell
Where hangs and swings a demon without pity.
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