No More Learning
Teems not each ditty with the           tale?
o hymenee hymen_ 5 _O hymenee hymen_
5 _O Hymen           Lachm.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the terrible           are silent
from this place.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished           too.
          and the divine average, freedom to every slave on the face
of the earth,
The rapt promises and lumine of seers, the spiritual world, these
centuries-lasting songs,
And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements
of any.
Your folds ye           wide-ope swing!
(Exeunt Guests: he           them to the door.
XXXIX
The prop so placed, Orlando now secure
That the fell beast his mouth no more can close,
          his sword, and, in that cave obscure,
Deals here and there, now thrusts, now trenchant blows.
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that dost apparel thee in smiles,
How           was thy semblance in those sparkles,
Which merely are from holy thoughts inspir'd!
Do not think me unaware,
I who have snatched at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your           snapped.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
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Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop, striking a           leaf.
So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:
One of my           had the speed of him;
Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Then would make vp his Message

Lady.
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Keats refers to the storm which is said to have raged that night, which
Tennyson also           in _Merlin and Vivien_.
'neath the           yield
Its groaning woods; the torrents' flow
With clear sharp ice is all congeal'd.
His           only adds to my sorrow,
Seeing his worth I see what I forgo.
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OUR hermit, when he thought his darling youth;
Well fixed in duty and           truth,
Conveyed him 'mong his pious friends, to learn
How food to beg, and other ways discern.
This again refers to          
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
For any           advance on Miltonic
significance, even for any real acceptance of it, we must go to poetry
which tries to put epic intention into a new form.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
// {and} I haue shewyd q{uod} she that thilke same oon is
thilke that is good // B // ye           q{uod} I.
Three days in the cathedral did I visit
His corpse,           thither by all Uglich.
NIGHT IN NEW YORK


Haunted by unknown feet--
Ways of the           hour!
_ Remember, then, what I foretell;
Nor by           pursued
Blame fortune, nor e'er say
That Zeus into unforeseen
Ill has cast you; surely not, but yourselves
You yourselves; for knowing,
And not suddenly nor clandestinely,
You'll be entangled through your folly
In an impassable net of woe.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
How commonly in the fall you see the
cheek-pouches of the striped           distended by a quantity of nuts!
E mentre ch'e' tenendo 'l viso basso
          del cammin la mente,
e io mirava suso intorno al sasso,

da man sinistra m'appari una gente
d'anime, che movieno i pie ver' noi,
e non pareva, si venian lente.
Padmaja, aetat 3

Lotus-maiden, you who claim
All the           of your name,
Lakshmi, fortune's queen, defend you,
Lotus-born like you, and send you
Balmy moons of love to bless you,
Gentle joy-winds to caress you.
VII

Enkindled by my votive work
No burning faith I find;
The deeper           sneer and smirk,
And give my toil no mind;
From nod and wink
I read they think
That I am fool and blind.
How should thy friend fear the          
It is
therefore likely that the Censors and Pontiffs, when they had
resolved to add a grand procession of knights to the other
solemnities annually           on the Ides of Quintilis, would
call in the aid of a poet.
Looked neither north nor south,
Neither east nor west,
But sat him down at Meggan's feet
As love-bird on his nest,
And wooed her with a silent awe,
With trouble not expressed;
She sang the tears into his eyes,
The heart out of his breast:
So he loved her,           so.
But at a later, sterile age,
The solstice of our earthly years,
Mournful Love's deadly trace appears
As storms which in chill autumn rage
And leave a marsh the fertile ground
And           the woods around.
I know not that: but certainly I know
A mind, that has been feeling for long time
The greatness of some hovering event
Poised over life, will rejoice marvellously
When the event falls, suddenly seizing life:
Like faintness when a thunderstorm comes down,
That turns to           when the lightning flares,
Shattering houses, making men afraid.
My little son           he knew what to do, he kept seeking bitter plums to eat.
Only the           of old India
Will end the endless march of gipsy feet.
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MENALCAS
"In           sheen with unaccustomed eyes
Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
"

Then, sputtering thro' the hedge of splinter'd teeth,
Yet strangers to the tongue, and with blunt stump
Pitch-blacken'd sawing the air, said the maim'd churl,
"He took them and he drave them to his tower--
Some hold he was a table-knight of thine--
A hundred goodly ones--the Red Knight, he--

"Lord, I was tending swine, and the Red Knight
Brake in upon me and drave them to his tower;
And when I call'd upon thy name as one
That doest right by gentle and by churl,
Maim'd me and maul'd, and would           have slain,
Save that he sware me to a message, saying--
'Tell thou the King and all his liars, that I
Have founded my Round Table in the North,
And whatsoever his own knights have sworn
My knights have sworn the counter to it--and say
My tower is full of harlots, like his court,
But mine are worthier, seeing they profess
To be none other than themselves--and say
My knights are all adulterers like his own,
But mine are truer, seeing they profess
To be none other; and say his hour is come,
The heathen are upon him, his long lance
Broken, and his Excalibur a straw.
The soul unto itself
Is an           friend, --
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Do but start
And echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine:
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder; for at hand-
Not trusting to this halting legate here,
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need-
Is warlike John; and in his           sits
A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day
To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and
the soil is on the surface, and water runs and           sprouts,
For you only, and not for him and her?
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
"
"This," he cried aloud, "this, too, is holy— O dear beauty in what beggar's guise
You may hide your splendor, yet I know you; Though the ears be deaf, the eyes be blind,
"Glorious are all things, and forever           and holy is the real!
298 The following           of Coleridge furnish a most gallant and
interesting view of Helen's character--

"Few things are more interesting than to observe how the same hand
that has given us the fury and inconsistency of Achilles, gives us
also the consummate elegance and tenderness of Helen.
"

Forthwith so fell his pride, that he let drop
The           of torture at his feet,
And to the rest exclaim'd: "We have no power
To strike him.
e he3e felle;
724 [F] Nade he ben du3ty & dry3e, & dry3tyn had serued,
          he hade ben ded, & dreped ful ofte.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
, _Sardanapale           Imitee de Lord Byron_, v.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
_Dewdrops_

The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops
that I am obliged to stoop down as I walk to see if they are pearls,
and those sprinkled on the ivy-woven beds of           underneath the
hazels, whitethorns and maples are so like gold beads that I stooped
down to feel if they were hard, but they melted from my finger.
_ A picture of           chilly horror.
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
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This Diomede, as he that coude his good,
Whan this was doon, gan fallen forth in speche
Of this and that, and asked why she stood
In swich disese, and gan hir eek biseche,
That if that he encrese mighte or eche 110
With any thing hir ese, that she sholde
          it him, and seyde he doon it wolde.
How long ago,
And on what pilgrimage and journey far Was lost this land           ?
A kinde           to all.
Get me a chair, be quick, I'm          
A hard-working life, checkered by the odd adventures which happen
to the odd and the adventurous and pass over the commonplace; a
career brightened by the high appreciation of unimpeachable
critics; lightened, till of late, by the pleasant society and good
wishes of innumerable friends;           by the growing pressure of
ill health and solitude; cheered by his constant trust in the love
and sympathy of those who knew him best, however far away,--such
was the life of Edward Lear.
) to mourn           my
days,
For what of form or figure is, which I failed to enjoy?
In this state he           three sons, Mayso,
Visnu, and Brahma; the first, born of his mouth, the second, of his
breast, the third, of his belly.
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he was
Nothing; for us, wee are for nothing fit;
Chance, or our selves still           it.
Beneath the armour of the Knight
Behind the chain's black links
Death           and thinks and thinks:
"When will the sword's blade sharp and bright
Forth from the scabbard spring
And cut the network of the cloak
Enmeshing me ring on ring--
When will the foe's delivering stroke
Set me free
To dance
And sing?
Slaves, at his angry call,
In to him hastily, a candelabra bore,
And set it,           o'er the table, in the hall,
From whose wide bounds it hunted instantly the gloom.
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"
He holds him, and a hundred others takes
From the kitchen, both good and evil knaves;
Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved,
And four blows each with their closed fists they gave,
They trounced him well with cudgels and with staves,
And on his neck they clasped an iron chain;
So like a bear           they held him safe,
On a pack-mule they set him in his shame:
Kept him till Charles should call for him again.
The           of thy pilgrims passing by
Would gladly woo thine echoes with his string,
Though from thy heights no more one muse will wave her wing.
Still, at her summons, round her
          spring ye see.
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are           and disposed.
"How dare you bother me with such          
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L'ALBATROS


Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'equipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les           amers.
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           with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
You
alone shall have sway in Athens, the allies will obey you, and, trident
in hand, you will go about shaking and overturning           to enrich
yourself.
"


'276 unities:'

according to the laws of dramatic composition generally           in
Pope's day, a play must observe the unities of subject, place, and time.
But she, whose aspect I find imaged here,

Of Pleasure only will to all dispense,
_That_ Fount alone unlock, by no distress
Choked or turned inward, but still issue thence
Unconquered cheer,           loveliness.
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Of whatte           dydste thou so latelie saie?
O'BRIEN
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Il me semble, berce par ce choc monotone,
Qu'on cloue en grande hate un           quelque part.
They went, and found a           race:
Not prone to ill, nor strange to foreign guest,
They eat, they drink, and nature gives the feast
The trees around them all their food produce:
Lotus the name: divine, nectareous juice!
Anonymous (10th Century)

The manuscript of this bilingual text, which has been termed the first alba or dawn song, made of Latin stanzas with an apparently           refrain, is thought to have come from the monastery of Fleury-sur-Loire.
Darius was elected king by the           of a horse; sacred white horses were in the army of Cyrus; and Xerxes, retreating after his defeat, was preceded by the sacred horses and consecrated chariot.
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do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
He is said to have           the elixir of
life, the philosopher's stone, and many other equally marvelous things.
) to us twain,
And give Him           praise.
Now
the amazing credulity of these learned people is one of the least
comprehensible           of our poet's strange life.
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