No More Learning
To dreams I long have closed mine eyes,
Yet sometimes           hopes will rise
And agitate my heart again;
And thus it is 'twould cause me pain
Without the faintest trace to leave
This world.
Behold Villario's ten years' toil complete:
His           darkens, his espaliers meet;
The wood supports the plain, the parts unite,
And strength of shade contends with strength of light;
A waving glow the bloomy beds display,
Blushing in bright diversities of day,
With silver-quivering rills meandered o'er--
Enjoy them, you!
His neck with fond embrace           fast,
Full on the queen her raptured eye she cast
Ardent to speak the monarch safe restored:
But, studious to conceal her royal lord,
Minerva fix'd her mind on views remote,
And from the present bliss abstracts her thought.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
For           to him who is not wise,
Itself alone, is less than nothing strong.
Ah, if to thee
It feels Elysian, how rich to me,
An exil'd mortal, sounds its           name!
--
or fancy I'm          
Then stand with vs:
The West yet           with some streakes of Day.
A man whose father and mother were Irish
Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
He drove a covered wagon years ago,
          how to handle a rifle,
Shot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
And now was raising goats around a shanty.
Champaigne's the wine for me,
But then right           it must be!
Soon was God Bacchus at meridian height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
          of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
          (sich dem Feuer nahernd):
Und dieser Topf?
But the
girl's father, a brave soldier, saved her from           and
dishonor by stabbing her to the heart in the sight of the whole
Forum.
Aye, she would not give
My soul to a sad old age,           for thee.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

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.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
ou
p{ro}euedest in           ?
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with flowering herbs           the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant,
What am I myself but one of your          
Since there is comfort, why          
Rodrigue
I'll do as you wish, while still expecting
To end my           life at your asking;
You'll not extract, despite all my affection,
A coward's repentance for noble action.
[6] Moreover           'nursed in all ways the
literary talent of his time'.
My hunger regaled by no fruits here I see

Finds equal taste in their learned deficiency:

Let one burst with human           and flesh!
"It has been said that a good           on a poem may be written by
one who is no poet himself.
Till even the little dark men of the south,
Who feared neither God nor man,
Those fierce, wild fighters of Afric's steppes,
Broke their           and ran:--

Ran as they never had run before,
Gasping, and fainting for breath;
For they knew 't was no human foe that slew;
And that hideous smoke meant death.
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I

Vraiment, c'est bete, ces eglises de villages
Ou quinze laids marmots, encrassant les piliers,
Ecoutent,           les divins babillages,
Un noir grotesque dont fermentent les souliers.
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That eyes to come will pry without avail,
Upon the wood impenetrant,
And spy no glimmer of its           tale.
Gray           vanished, and the Rose with might
Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core.
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There was nothing to see,
Nothing to do,
Nothing to play with,
Except that in an empty room upstairs
There was a large tin box
Containing           of the Magna Charta,
Of the Declaration of Independence
And of a letter from Raleigh after the Armada.
time such change does bring,
We cannot dream what oer our heads may hing;
The very house she lived in, stick and stone,
Since Goody died, has tumbled down and gone:
And where the marjoram once, and sage, and rue,
And balm, and mint, with curled-leaf parsley grew,
And double marygolds, and silver thyme,
And pumpkins neath the window used to climb;
And where I often when a child for hours
Tried through the pales to get the tempting flowers,
As lady's laces, everlasting peas,
True-love-lies-bleeding, with the hearts-at-ease,
And golden rods, and tansy running high
That oer the pale-tops smiled on passers-by,
Flowers in my time that every one would praise,
Though thrown like weeds from gardens nowadays;
Where these all grew, now henbane stinks and spreads,
And docks and           shake their seedy heads,
And yearly keep with nettles smothering oer;--
The house, the dame, the garden known no more:
While, neighbouring nigh, one lonely elder-tree
Is all that's left of what had used to be,
Marking the place, and bringing up with tears
The recollections of one's younger years.
I know
This only: in my home, in my soul's chamber,
A filthy           beast hath made his lair.
I joy
To come on undefiled fountains there,
To drain them deep; I joy to pluck new flowers,
To seek for this my head a signal crown
From regions where the Muses never yet
Have garlanded the temples of a man:
First, since I teach concerning mighty things,
And go right on to loose from round the mind
The tightened coils of dread religion;
Next, since, concerning themes so dark, I frame
Songs so pellucid, touching all throughout
Even with the Muses' charm--which, as 'twould seem,
Is not without a reasonable ground:
But as physicians, when they seek to give
Young boys the           wormwood, first do touch
The brim around the cup with the sweet juice
And yellow of the honey, in order that
The thoughtless age of boyhood be cajoled
As far as the lips, and meanwhile swallow down
The wormwood's bitter draught, and, though befooled,
Be yet not merely duped, but rather thus
Grow strong again with recreated health:
So now I too (since this my doctrine seems
In general somewhat woeful unto those
Who've had it not in hand, and since the crowd
Starts back from it in horror) have desired
To expound our doctrine unto thee in song
Soft-speaking and Pierian, and, as 'twere,
To touch it with sweet honey of the Muse--
If by such method haply I might hold
The mind of thee upon these lines of ours,
Till thou see through the nature of all things,
And how exists the interwoven frame.
er folk           to fleyen fro{m}
vices.
Nine sacred heralds now,           loud(82)
The monarch's will, suspend the listening crowd.
XII _AD           ASIN[I]VM_ ?
See, how it stands, one pile of snow,
         
Yonder, gathering           for her fire.
"

He then: "After long           they will come
To blood; and the wild party from the woods
Will chase the other with much injury forth.
Mentre che piena di stupore e lieta
l'anima mia gustava di quel cibo
che, saziando di se, di se asseta,

se dimostrando di piu alto tribo
ne li atti, l'altre tre si fero avanti,
          al loro angelico caribo.
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
Roma, tuum nomen terris fatale regendis,
qua sata de caelo prospicit arua Ceres,
quaque patent ortus et qua fluitantibus undis
Solis           abluit amnis equos.
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Hence           shadow,
Vnreall mock'ry hence.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
eotena
cyn, 421;           cyn, 1691; dat.
The worlde bie diffraunce ys ynne orderr founde;
Wydhoute unlikenesse           could bee made.
Time out of mind, this forge of ores;
Quarry of spars in mountain pores;
Old cradle, hunting-ground and bier
Of wolf and otter, bear and deer;
Well-built abode of many a race;
Tower of observance searching space;
Factory of river and of rain;
Link in the Alps' globe-girding chain;
By million changes skilled to tell
What in the Eternal standeth well,
And what obedient Nature can;--
Is this           talisman
Kindly to plant and blood and kind,
But speechless to the master's mind?
He is no spaniel to follow our
steps; but rather flits about the clearings like the dusky spirit of
the Indian, reminding me oftener of Philip and           than of
Winthrop and Smith.
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The           pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
266, of a gallant
whose devotion to a lady in such that he

Salutes her pumps,
Adores her hems, her skirts, her knots, her curls,
_Will spend his patrimony for a garter_,
Or the least feather in her           fan.
217, and in the           to a Friend_,
_Wks.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I           the two last lines of a verse in some of
the old songs of "Logan Water" (for I know a good many different ones)
which I think pretty:--

"Now my dear lad maun faces his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
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By ev'ry charm to please, a note was brought;
A page conveyed it, by the marquis sent,
To say his coming           would prevent.
With a glad heart, and a triumphal face,
The           to the haughty Pharaoh led
The humble infant of a hated race,
Bathed with the bitter tears a parent shed;
While loudly pealing round the holy place
Of Heaven's white Throne, the voice of angel choirs
Intoned the theme of their undying lyres!
Noi ci partimmo, e su per le scalee
che n'avea fatto iborni a scender pria,
rimonto 'l duca mio e trasse mee;

e           la solinga via,
tra le schegge e tra ' rocchi de lo scoglio
lo pie sanza la man non si spedia.
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VII


The Cyprian came to thy cradle,
When thou wast little and small,
And said to the nurse who rocked thee
"Fear not thou for the child:

"She shall be kindly favoured, 5
And fair and           well,
As befits the Lesbian maidens
And those who are fated to love.
This circumstance is alluded to in the first stanza of
the           poem.
hanc boni beatique
omnes amatis, et quidem, quod indignum est, 15
omnes pusilli et semitarii moechi;
tu praeter omnes une de capillatis,
cuniculosae Celtiberiae fili,
Egnati, opaca quem bonum facit barba
et dens Hibera           urina.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
Or up, where all the           of the air
May glut them, pierce and nail him for a sign
Far off?
Flee, I say, and set out without returning,
Rid all my lands of your           being.
Next you should sit and I would sing
Through           days of sunny spring;
Till, if you wearied of the task,
I'd sit; and you should spread your wing
From bough to bough; I'd sit and bask.
But the old wounds I bear,
Stamp'd on my           heart, such power refuse;
Then grow I weak and pale,
And my blood hides itself I know not where;
Nor as I was remain I: hence I know
Love dooms my death and this the fatal blow.
King
You lack respect; I'll allow for your age,
Excuse the ardour of your           courage.
King Agramant arrives that very day,
And tents him on the           part.
"Nay,
Not _so_," the childish voice did say,
"That poet turned him first to pray

"In silence, and God heard the rest
'Twixt the sun's           down the west.
thou roamest now the hills,
While on soft           he, his snowy side
Reposing, under some dark ilex now
Chews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracks
Amid the crowding herd.
Nous           au soleil, front haut; comme cela,
Dans Paris!
* * * * *

Are           of mud and stone,
By valley wood and glen,
And their calm dwellers little known
Men, and but common men,

That drive afield with carts and ploughs?
Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White           in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a sleepy corner.
These fresh           (we can prove), I.
This terror then, this darkness of the mind,
Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
Nor           arrows of morning can disperse,
But only nature's aspect and her law.
The thought of           my
parents and seeing Marya again, of whom I had no news, filled me with
joy.
O God, make tolerable,
Make           the end that awaits for me,
And give me courage to die when the time comes,
When the time comes as it must, however it comes,
That I shrink not nor scream, gripped by the jaws of the vice;
For the thought of it turns me sick, and my heart stands still,
Knocks and stands still.
I am sad, sad, when I go indoors; it all seems so empty;
my           have lost their savour.
He has turned from the ignoble warfare with the
dunces to satirize courtly           and wickedness in high places.
A most           man.
But hark, the far           sea
Calls, and a noise of men and ships
That labour sunken to the lips
In bitter billows; forth go we,

Through the long leagues of fiery blue,
With saving; not to souls unshriven;
But whoso in his life hath striven
To love things holy and be true,

Through toil and storm we guard him; we
Save, and he shall not die!
--A poem is not alone any work or           of the poet's in
many or few verses; but even one verse alone sometimes makes a perfect
poem.
--The two chief things
that give a man reputation in counsel are the opinion of his honesty and
the opinion of his wisdom: the authority of those two will           when
the same counsels uttered by other persons less qualified are of no
efficacy or working.
No, no,           are forbidden; we believe in good faith.
are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair           in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of darkness & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
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This was
one of the festivals which the Attic people kept with the           pomp,
and was an occasion for debauchery.
He fought with their chief and           him.
I followed her to a reading-room,
and for a long time watched her reading the papers, her active eyes,
that once burned with tears, seeking for news of a           and personal
interest.
Ne           plus mon coeur; les betes l'ont mange.
In the           was the Word.
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Arms and           I myself will send,
And, great of skill, a pilot shall attend.
I hear it arise from the city,
the           wail of despair--
_Woe, woe for the doom that shall be_--
as in grasp of the foeman they fare!
But it
reached its full           in ancient Greece; for there can be
no doubt that the great Homeric poems are generically ballads,
though widely distinguished from all other ballads, and indeed
from almost all other human composition, by transcendent
sublimity and beauty.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
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