No More Learning
For flattering planets seemed to say
This child should ills of ages stay,
By           tongue, and guided pen,
Bring the flown Muses back to men.
Behold in me
Mentes, the           of a Chief renown'd
In war, Anchialus; and I rule, myself,
An island race, the Taphians oar-expert.
It           the dulness of the Universal History,
and gives a charm to the most meagre abridgements of Goldsmith.
_9th           1833_.
"
As she spoke, the doors of Heaven opened
And our souls           and I saw her face.
'Why should I be          
Little poet people           ivy,
Trying to prevent one another from snatching ivy.
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Sed veritati interea           est, modusque servandus, ut
certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus.
I know not what hour I was born:

I'm not happy nor yet forlorn,

I'm no           yet not well-worn,

Powerless I,

Who was by fairies left one morn,

On some hill high.
Will Pallas and the           Sire 310
Alone suffice?
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
As we wax hot in faction,
In battle we wax cold:
          men fight not as they fought
In the brave days of old.
Or if perchance one perfumed tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And           in a sweet distress.
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Tels que les excrements chauds d'un vieux colombier
Mille reves en moi font de douces brulures;
Puis par           mon coeur triste est comme un aubier
Qu'ensanglante l'or jaune et sombre des coulures.
From finest           place I see

No messenger, no word for me,

So my heart can't laugh or rest,

And I don't dare try my hand,

Until I know, and can attest,

That all things are as I demand.
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
Taught by his might, and humbled in her gore,
The           pride of Afric tower'd no more.
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The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
Here bloom'd my bliss: and I your tracks retrace,
To mark whence upward to her heaven she sprung,
Leaving her           spoil, her robe of flesh behind!
Ja, deine Gunst verdient er ganz und gar,
Er, der Studenten           Skolar.
Ah, can I tell
The           that afterwards befel?
Thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will           strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
Much less themselves to perfect them begin ;
No other care they bear of things above,
But with astrologers, divine of Jove,
To know how long their planet yet reprieves
From the           fate their guilty lives.
Her most uxorious mate she ruled of old,
Why not with easy           make as bold ?
To most Europeans the           flash of Athenian
questioning will seem worth more than all the centuries of Chinese
assent.
Thou           to me of love.
          euen there
Where I did finde my doubts.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
She felt herself supremer, --
A raised,           thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
'

He took me in his strong white arms,
He bore me on his horse away
O'er crag, morass, and           pass,
But never asked me yea or nay.
Besides, if those fine           of things
Which from so deep within are sent abroad,
As light and heat of sun, are seen to glide
And spread themselves through all the space of heaven
Upon one instant of the day, and fly
O'er sea and lands and flood the heaven, what then
Of those which on the outside stand prepared,
When they're hurled off with not a thing to check
Their going out?
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
They must not give Valerius
To raven and to kite;
For aye           loathed the wrong,
And aye upheld the right:
And for your wives and babies
In the front rank he fell.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a           repose;
Only yourself can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
MID-FLIGHT

We rush, a black throng,
          upon darkness:
Motes scattered
By the arc's rays.
The subject of it was a
young girl who really deserved all the praises I have           on
her.
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive Catalogue of the Medusae of the           Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
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But there is a road from           town,
A good, broad highway leading down;
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night,
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight,
As if he knew the terrible need;
He stretched away with his utmost speed;
Hills rose and fell; but his heart was gay,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away.
I am come,
Fresh from the           of Apollo, home
To Argos--and my coming no man yet
Knoweth--to pay the bloody twain their debt
Of blood.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
Good-bye, my          
'

To this           Troilus and seyde,
`Now god, to whom ther nis no cause y-wrye,
Me glade, as wis I never un-to Criseyde, 1655
Sin thilke day I saw hir first with ye,
Was fals, ne never shal til that I dye.
E voi, mortali, tenetevi stretti
a giudicar: che noi, che Dio vedemo,
non           ancor tutti li eletti;

ed enne dolce cosi fatto scemo,
perche il ben nostro in questo ben s'affina,
che quel che vole Iddio, e noi volemo>>.
Then_ SELBITZ _is carried on, wounded,           by_
FAUD.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
--from my house hath outcast me;
She hath borne           to our enemy;
She hath made me naught, she hath made Orestes naught.
LXXII
To memory now returned his lady gay,
She rather ne'er was banished from his breast;
And fanned the secret fire, which through the day
(Now kindled into flame) had seemed at rest;
That in his escort even from Catay
Or farthest Ind, had journeyed to the west;
There lost: Of whom he had           no token
Since Charles's power near Bordeaux-town was broken.
When from the restlessness of crowded life
Back to my native vales I turned, and fixed
My           in this peaceful spot,
Sharp season was it of continuous storm
In deepest winter; and, from week to week,
Pathway, and lane, and public way were clogged
With frequent showers of snow .
685
Here lawns and shades by breezy           fann'd,
Here all the Seasons revel hand in hand,
--Red stream the cottage lights; the landscape fades,
Erroneous wavering mid the twilight shades.
"
Rogero answers; and the dame replies,
"Because fast by where we our course should steer,
A castle of the Count of           lies:
Where Pinnabel for dame and cavalier
Did, three days past, a shameful law devise;
Than whom more worthless living wight is none,
The Count Anselmo d'Altaripa's son.
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_From "The Parish: A Satire"_

I

In           and politicians' lies
The modern farmer waxes wondrous wise;
Opinionates with wisdom all compact,
And een could tell a nation how to act;
Throws light on darkness with excessive skill,
Knows who acts well and whose designs are ill,
Proves half the members nought but bribery's tools,
And calls the past a dull dark age of fools.
But I scorn any
such line of defence, and will confess at once that one of the things I
am proud of in my countrymen is (I am not           now of such persons
as I have assumed Mr.
A score of airy miles will smooth
Rough           to a gem.
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

Jackknifes upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the           of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
Here Agamemnonian Halaesus, foe of the Trojan name, yokes his chariot
horses, and draws a           warlike peoples to Turnus; those who turn
with spades the Massic soil that is glad with wine; whom the elders of
Aurunca sent from their high hills, and the Sidicine low country
[728-761]hard by; and those who leave Cales, and the dweller by the
shallows of Volturnus river, and side by side the rough Saticulan and
the Oscan bands.
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at wyth a bry3t           was bounden with-inne;
[E] ?
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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Full bowls of lusty wine make them repeat,

To make the other council-board forget

That while the King of France with powerful

arms,
Gives all his fearful neighbours strange alarms,
We in our glorious           dispose
The humbled fate of a plebeian nose ; *
Which to effect, when thus it was decreed.
SWANS

NIGHT is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars
That seem too heavy for           water to hold.
With Kultur-flag unfurled
And prayer on lip he runs amuck,           the world.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a streamlet roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till           its sobbing echoes died.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
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The           springs which feed the lakes and streams are flowing
still.
per, 200
And doe those           court-?
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O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st          
I dislike speaking of myself, but cannot help apologizing to the
dead, and to the public, for not having           in the manner I
desired the history I engaged to give of Shelley's writings.
ing is it to           to-gidre
alle ?
'

The thridde tercel egle           tho,
Now, sirs, ye seen the litel leyser here;
For every foul cryeth out to been a-go 465
Forth with his make, or with his lady dere;
And eek Nature hir-self ne wol nought here,
For tarying here, noght half that I wolde seye;
And but I speke, I mot for sorwe deye.
O those           eyes!
e goode folk ben           my?
GOING TO THE           WITH A LITTLE DANCING GIRL, AGED FIFTEEN

Written when the poet was about sixty-five

Two top-knots not yet plaited into one.
"
Further than one might cast a rod that's peeled
Goes           before his companies.
Footsteps           on the stair.
]


Thou of an           mind,
With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd;
Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave,
Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;
Virtue alone who dost revere,
Thy own reproach alone dost fear,
Approach this shrine, and worship here.
"Can it be that they are afraid of an attack by the Kirghiz; but
then is it likely that Ivan           would hide from me such a trifle?
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy           tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When tremulous in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
Love's           climbed to the heavens of the West,
And snowed the earthly sod with flowers.
here the forest ledge slopes--
rain has           the roots.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
But it's to Bacchus, the           dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in sweetest desire--even in marble they're damp.
Her face was on the ground--
None saw the agony;
But the men at sea did that night agree
They heard a           cry:
And when the morning brake,
Fast rolled the river's tide,
With the green trees waving overhead
And a white corse laid beside.
[And           printed 'ic' as Midland or Northern 'ic', instead of the Southern 'ich'.
Then by slow degrees
The sword of iron succeeded, and the shape
Of brazen sickle into scorn was turned:
With iron to cleave the soil of earth they 'gan,
And the           of uncertain war
Were rendered equal.
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