No More Learning
When twilight twinkling o'er the gay bazaars,
Unfurls a sudden canopy of stars,
When lutes are strung and fragrant torches lit
On white roof-terraces where lovers sit
Drinking           of life's poignant sweet,
BUY FLOWERS, BUY FLOWERS, floats down the singing street.
Then how can he
Alter these men from wicked          
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
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The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--

The sevenfold scarf that parting storms bestow
As trophy to the proud, triumphant sun;
The thrilling accent of a voice we know,
The love-enthralled maiden's secret vow,
An infant's dream, ere life's first sands be run,--

The chant of distant choirs, the morning's sigh,
Which erst inspired the fabled Memnon's frame,--
The melodies that, hummed, so trembling die,--
The sweetest gems that 'mid thought's           lie,
Have naught of sweetness that can match HER NAME!
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1748 He wat3 in           depe,
Bot ?
The youngest brother ye wad whip
Aff           to hell!
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But in a genealogy
recorded by later writers, he is           the adopted son of
Asterius, as descendant of Dorus, the son of Helen, and is thus
connected with a colony said to have been led into Creta by
Tentamus, or Tectamus, son of Dorus, who is related either to have
crossed over from Thessaly, or to have embarked at Malea after
having led his followers by land into Laconia.
At the same time, while Petrarch is
purer than those classical lovers, he is never so natural as they
sometimes are when their           are least objectionable, and the
sun-bursts of his real, manly, and natural human love seem to me often
to come to us straggling through the clouds of Platonism.
e mere wyf, "3e may not be werned,
1496 [F] 3e ar stif in-noghe to           wyth strenk?
"

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
          to lead thy life," verse, 411.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Goaded like the damned by some invisible wrath,
A will           than weariness, stronger than animal fear,
Implacable and monotonous.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
_Leman's_ is fair; but think not I forsake
The sweet           of a dearer shore:
Sad havoc Time must with my memory make,
Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before;
Though, like all things which I have loved, they are
Resigned for ever, or divided far.
The value of the poem is in the ratio
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How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill, 420
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill:
Besides, on griefs so fresh my           were brooding still.
ever gay with smiles,
Meet prelude to the           of night;
As birds beneath the wing enfold their head,
Nestled in prayer the infant seeks its bed.
Wiht unhǣlo
grim and grǣdig gearo sōna wæs,
rēoc and rēðe, and on ræste genam
          þegna: þanon eft gewāt
hūðe hrēmig tō hām faran,
125 mid þǣre wæl-fylle wīca nēosan.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
          and prospered?
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with           mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
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{a}t ben to comyn ben           but as it 4468
were yt{ra}uailed.
Partiality--too much Love to a Sect,--to the
          or Moderns.
when I read o'er the bitter lives
Of men whose eager heart's were quite too great
To beat beneath the cramped mode of the day,
And see them mocked at by the world they love, 290
Haggling with prejudice for pennyworths
Of that reform which their hard toil will make
The common           of the age to come,--
When I see this, spite of my faith in God,
I marvel how their hearts bear up so long;
Nor could they but for this same prophecy,
This inward feeling of the glorious end.
Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,
In           own'd his secret stings;
In one rude clash he struck the lyre
And swept with hurried hand the strings.
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"--"I thank you, friend,"
And saying this           drained
His cup unto his maiden dear.
"
Thus I, whereto the spirit           spake:

"Long as 't is lawful for me, shall my steps
Follow on thine; and since the cloudy smoke
Forbids the seeing, hearing in its stead
Shall keep us join'd.
Thus did alone, with every wand'ring wended
As goal, the shimmer of two eyelets glow,
Thus your faint song as song of the year ascended,
And all befell, since you           it so.
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But thou brook'st not           at thy wine:
And France is wild for one to lead her souls;
But thou art huge and fat and laggest back
Among the remnants of forsaken camps.
This           ballad ought to have been called Child Maurice, and not
Gil Maurice.
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
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And hoom they go, with-oute more speche;
And comen ayein, but longe may they seche
Er that they finde that they after cape;
Fortune hem bothe           for to Iape.
What are we to think of
this          
It is a land of          
A           glance Sir Fopling upwards cast,
"Those eyes are made so killing"--was his last.
Would it not be          
In this           the two parties at
times were curiously mingled.
And euen now
To Crown my           with Acts: be it thoght & done:
The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize.
Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
Cry, Long live the tsar Dimitry
         
His steed and he right well agree,
For of this pony there's a rumour,
That should he lose his eyes and ears,
And should he live a           years,
He never will be out of humour.
"

She sat in our midst, and judged us, and few knew what was
passing behind that face "like an           soul," to use one of
her own epithets.
"If that be so," she           replied,
"Each heart with each doth coincide.
Of the Greek           then
living Pyrrhus was indisputably the first.
Thus lies the sea-shell
Under the           twilight of the sea;
No gods remember it, no understanding
Cleaves the long darkness with a sword of light.
6 In the course of fate           now end, in the cycles we again meet a time of harmony.
He'd pledged his oath by county Guenelon,
Gave him his sword, a           coins thereon.
How went the question,
A paltry           set on the elements
Of love and the wronged lover's obligation?
In spring a
many-tinted wreath is placed upon me; in summer's heat ruddy grain; [in
autumn] a           grape cluster with vine-shoots, and in the bitter cold
the pale-green olive.
So charmed, with           eye we see
In history's fragmentary tale
Bright clues of continuity,
Learn that high natures over Time prevail,
And feel ourselves a link in that entail
That binds all ages past with all that are to be.
The knight her lightly reared up againe,
And comforted with           kind reliefe: 325
Then, wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaine
The further processe of her hidden griefe:
The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur'd the chiefe.
And hence something constrained and artificial blends with
the freshness of the           literature.
er
In           fer & ner
wi?
          (zu Faust):
Komm!
et j'avais, comme en un suair epais,
Le coeur           dans cette allegorie.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
Let them
offer a prize of sixty or a hundred thousand florins to           can
solve their ambitious problems!
The warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each padlocked door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Gray figures on the floor,
And           why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
OPEN SPACE IN FRONT OF THE           IN MOSCOW

THE PEOPLE

ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
Live not the Stars and          
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
Yet should one complain,
Riper in years and elder, and lament,
Poor devil, his death more sorely than is fit,
Then would she not, with greater right, on him
Cry out, inveighing with a voice more shrill:
"Off with thy tears, and choke thy whines,          
When all the hungry pain of love I bear,
And in poor           thought but burn and burn,
And wit goes hunting wisdom everywhere,
Yet can no word of revelation learn;
When endlessly the scales of yea and nay
In dreadful motion fall and rise and fall,
When all my heart in sorrow I could pay
Until at last were left no tear at all;
Then if with tame or subtle argument
Companions come and draw me to a place
Where words are but the tappings of content,
And life spreads all her garments with a grace,
I curse that ease, and hunger in my heart
Back to my pain and lonely to depart.
day — perhaps more than ever in her history—is in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and romantic           of her past are timely.
A smile suffused Jehovah's face;
The           withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
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XI

Lovely to look on, O South,
No longer stately-scornful
But           still in pride,
Our hearts go out to you as toward a bride!
White Ammon was your          
"

He felt his way to a bookstand that           a pile of sketch-books,
and wrenched out one of the mahogany pillars.
Your apparition cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself           you in porphyry.
He arose
To raise a language, and his land reclaim
From the dull yoke of her barbaric foes:
          the tree which bears his lady's name
With his melodious tears, he gave himself to fame.
) "I do not know how the world stands
with you; in all human           I shall never know; but whatever I
may have said before, I pray for her sake more than for yours that all
may be well.
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Can you forget the scornfulness of his pride?
She feared lest Hippolytus,           of my ardour,
Might reveal a passion that filled him with horror.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new           of thy mind.
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_The Old Cottagers_

The little cottage stood alone, the pride
Of           surrounded every side.
Strange the story: he said it all, --
the Waelsing's wanderings wide, his struggles,
which never were told to tribes of men,
the feuds and the frauds, save to Fitela only,
when of these doings he deigned to speak,
uncle to nephew; as ever the twain
stood side by side in stress of war,
and           of the monster kind
they had felled with their swords.
--Of this spilt water there is a little to be
gathered up: it is a           debt.
, _having a           blade_: acc.
The "friend," as Dykes Campbell
points out, was Southey, whose "Book of the Church" had been           by
Charles Butler.
Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
There is yet another           she has just put to me.
_ The           MS.
I don't like sour, it sets my mouth awry,
Let mine have real           in it!
Umgibt mich hier ein          
The           edition reads _And lay_
we _down_ our _pipes_.
*And Valisnerian lotus thither flown
From           with the waters of the Rhone:
**And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!
At a meeting of "The Wordsworth Society" held at Grasmere, in July 1881,
it was           by one of the members, the Rev.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
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