No More Learning
And when Sumter sinks at last
From the heavens, that shrink aghast,
Hell shall rise in grim           and make room!
There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
Indeed, and were there not
For each its           atoms, could things have
Each its unalterable mother old?
That ought to be sufficient for those           Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
POEMS WRITTEN IN 1820:

THE           PLANT.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
Nearer they come--Eugene          
The knight was fiers, and full of youthly heat,
And doubled strokes, like dreaded           threat:
For all for prayse and honour he did fight.
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
Improvements but rarely appear such to
those who, after long           of time, revisit places they have had
much pleasure in.
{117a} Ocean trembles as if           that you quit the land.
_ The world's
Great capital           is ours to-morrow.
--I have seen them all
In the sun's eye swoon like one           heart--
Though it be late let us with speed depart
To catch at least one last ray ere it fall!
"

As when the sturdy north blows from his cheek
A blast, that scours the sky, forthwith our air,
Clear'd of the rack, that hung on it before,
Glitters; and, With his beauties all unveil'd,
The           looks forth serene, and smiles;
Such was my cheer, when Beatrice drove
With clear reply the shadows back, and truth
Was manifested, as a star in heaven.
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
          have naturally made their selections
as varied as possible, so that many of those who know the poet only in
translation might feel inclined to defend him on this score.
[43]
Do not let me hear you talking together
About titles and promotions;
For a single general's reputation
Is made out of ten           corpses.
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my           soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved--and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.
Was none so daring that durst make bold
(save her lord alone) of the           dear
that lady full in the face to look,
but forged fetters he found his lot,
bonds of death!
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With a bunch of dewy maple, which her right hand held above her,
And which           a green shadow in betwixt her and the skies,
As she turned her face in going, thus, she drew me on to love her,
And to worship the divineness of the smile hid in her eyes.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
The cold
Sheetes that you lie in, with the           candle,
That ?
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
_


[91] The historical           of the fable of Phaeton is this.
Notes: The Lord of           is Richard Coeur-de-Lion.
What they call their loyalty and their           I call either
the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.
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.
So small their number, that if wars were ceased,
And Greece           held a general feast,
All rank'd by tens, whole decades when they dine
Must want a Trojan slave to pour the wine.
To them
must also be attributed the illiberal sneers at the Greeks, the
furious party spirit, the           for the arts of peace, the
love of war for its own sake, the ungenerous exultation over the
vanquished, which the reader will sometimes observe.
of Islands and Peninsulas
Eyelet, and whatsoe'er in limpid meres
And vasty Ocean either Neptune owns,
Thy scenes how willing-glad once more I see,
At pain           Thynia and the Fields 5
Bithynian left, I'm safe to sight thy Site.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
--But 'twill not be so;
And youths and maidens most poetical
Who lose the deep'ning twilights of the spring
In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still
Full of meek           must heave their sighs
O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.
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When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field,
To his chamber the monarch is led,
All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield,
And           pillow his head.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
'Tis the pig-trough[90] of the swine           to Hestia.
O to attract by more than          
, though a cheap card to win on,
But t'other was jes' New York trash to begin on; 180
They ain't o' no good in European pellices,
But think wut a help they'd ha' ben on their          
SARMATIA, called also _Scythia_, a northern country of vast extent,
and divided into _Europæa_ and _Asiatica_; the former           at the
Vistula (its western boundary), and comprising Russia, part of Poland,
Prussia, and Lithuania; and the latter bounded on the west by Sarmatia
Europæa and the Tanais (the _Don_), extending south as far as Mount
Caucasus and the Caspian Sea, containing Tartary, Circassia, &c.
and all processions moving along the          
Her true accents, if the plan has been           with success,
may be heard throughout the following pages:-wherever the Poets of
England are honoured, wherever the dominant language of the world is
spoken, it is hoped that they will find fit audience.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things," commonly           to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
The weapons used were pistols, and the combat was of a
determined, nay           character.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
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anthology ("Some Imagist Poets," London:           and Co.
It spurned him from its lowliest lot,
The meanest station owned him not;

An outcast thrown in sorrow's way,
A fugitive that knew no sin,
Yet in lone places forced to stray--
Men would not take the           in.
_Love_

Love, though it is not chill and cold,
But burning like eternal fire,
Is yet not of approaches bold,
Which gay           tastes admire.
Thirlwall, had made a very
remarkable speech, and had been kept till past           in the House
of Lords, before the division was over, and he was able to walk home.
Mantua se uita           iactat alumni,
Parthenope famam morte Maronis habet.
THE SONG-SPARROW


Glimmers gray the           thicket
Close beside my garden gate,
Where, so light, from post to picket
Hops the sparrow, blithe, sedate;
Who, with meekly folded wing,
Comes to sun himself and sing.
Thus, Centaurs and the limbs of Scyllas, thus
The Cerberus-visages of dogs we see,
And images of people gone before--
Dead men whose bones earth bosomed long ago;
Because the images of every kind
Are everywhere about us borne--in part
Those which are           in the very air
Of own accord, in part those others which
From divers things do part away, and those
Which are compounded, made from out their shapes.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
I've           an unworthy love he'll deplore.
Two           wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
I           Juturna, I confess it, to succour
her hapless brother, and for his life's sake favoured a greater daring;
yet not the arrow-shot, not the bending of the bow, I swear by the
merciless well-head of the Stygian spring, the single ordained dread of
the gods in heaven.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
Heresy, holy Patriarch;           heresy.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Where is he          
Far off he stands
In sunset land, and on his shoulder bears
The pillar'd mountain-mass whose base is earth,
Whose top is heaven, and its           load
Too great for any grasp.
What           to divulge the fact?
A number of personal references are best pursued by reading a           of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later relationship with the actress Jenny Colon.
X

When you were small, you say, neither did others consider you f air, nor

Even your mother find praise--and I believe it--

Till you grew bigger,           quietly over the years.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
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_Glare_ is a leading error in the philosophy of           household
decoration--an error easily recognised as deduced from the perversion of
taste just specified.
He had due rites and          
MARMADUKE O           Human-kind!
Then in his elocution to behold what
word is proper, which hath ornaments, which height, what is beautifully
translated, where figures are fit, which gentle, which strong, to show
the           manly; and how he hath avoided faint, obscure, obscene,
sordid, humble, improper, or effeminate phrase; which is not only praised
of the most, but commended (which is worse), especially for that it is
naught.
"For,           common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet I feel it my duty to say
Some are Boojums--" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
_All insert_ ryght           so.
1 This refers either to the recall of the           armies or to Suzong?
Riddel           these repentant
strains: they were accepted as they were meant by the party.
who can curiously behold
The           and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?
Air, soil, water, fire--these are words;
I myself am a word with them--my qualities interpenetrate
with theirs--my name is nothing to them;
Though it were told in the three           languages, what would air, soil,
water, fire, know of my name?
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
How elegant your          
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
We're told, howe'er, when ready to depart,
With flowing tears she press'd him to her heart;
And on his arm a           bracelet plac'd,
With hair around her picture nicely trac'd;
This guard in full remembrance of my love,
She cried;--then clasped her hands to pow'rs above.
As feathers and hairs and           are begot
The first on members of the four-foot breeds
And on the bodies of the strong-y-winged,
Thus then the new Earth first of all put forth
Grasses and shrubs, and afterward begat
The mortal generations, there upsprung--
Innumerable in modes innumerable--
After diverging fashions.
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Song at Sunset

Splendor of ended day floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
          my throat, you divine average,
You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.
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A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
" cried he, snatching the
paper out of the hands of the Secretary and           it in Saveliitch's
face.
Soon we will see the           sands cleared, 24 for this are you sent on a mission.
So four of them went up to the top of it, and looked about them; while the
other three waddled up and down, and           poetry, and their last six
lessons in arithmetic, geography, and cookery.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
Many vulgar people expressed surprise, but Wang replied: 'The
reason why vulgar people find Li Po's poetry           is that it is
easy to enjoy.
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 comrades 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           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
I doubt na fortune may you shore
Some mim-mou'd           priestie,
Fu' lifted up wi' Hebrew lore,
And band upon his breastie:
But Oh!
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
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