No More Learning
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas           through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the broiling sun.
Punctuated as the sentence is in modern editions 'so' must mean 'in
like manner',           back to the statement about the river.
          to deserve from age to age!
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
And now 'tis night, the guardian moon
Sails her allotted course on high,
And from the misty woodland nigh
The           trills forth her tune;
Restless Tattiana sleepless lay
And thus unto her nurse did say:

XVII

"Nurse, 'tis so close I cannot rest.
" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a           will.
But if I said not so, may she who first,
In life's green youth, my heart to hope so sweetly nursed,
Deign yet once more my weary bark to guide
With native           o'er the troublous tide;
And graceful, grateful, as her wont before,
When, for I could no more,
My all, myself I gave,
To be her slave,
Forget not the deep faith with which I still adore.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
O'BRIEN
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e and feede,
and bad his men heo           him lede
to his hous al sone.
As the wave breaks to foam on shelves,
Then runs into a wave again,
So lovers melt their           selves,
Yet melted would be twain.
--
Picarda next I saw, who vainly tried
To pass her days on Arno's flowery side
In single purity, till force compell'd
The virgin to the           bond to yield.
Death frees from woe: but I before me see
In all my far           not a bound
To all I suffer, ere that Zeus shall fall
From being a king.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
There are (I scarce can think it, but am told),
There are, to whom my satire seems too bold:
Scarce to wise Peter           enough,
And something said of Chartres much too rough.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
The tender father, and the gen'rous friend;
The pitying heart that felt for human woe,
The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
The friend of man--to vice alone a foe;
For "ev'n his           lean'd to virtue's side.
Then he fell
Into deep           slumber.
s politically stupid protest was           forgiven on the grounds that one should not stifle protest.
ou           my clere wyf, ?
"I ha' paid Port dues for your Law," quoth he, "and where is the Law ye boast
If I sail           from a heathen port to be robbed on a Christian coast?
CANTO IV

'8 Cynthia':

a           name for any fashionable lady.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux           grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
" like Christ on the darkening          
All Moscow has           here.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Yet always           with an air so mild.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
390
For there's no virgin-fort but self-respect,
And Truth           hath lost hold on God.
His malice in his chere was kid;
Ful greet he was, and blak of hewe,
Sturdy and hidous, who-so him knewe;
Like sharp urchouns his here was growe, 3135
His eyes rede as the fire-glow;
His nose frounced ful kirked stood,
He com criand as he were wood,
And seide, 'Bialacoil, tel me why
Thou           hider so boldly 3140
Him that so nygh [is] the roser?
"
Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or fashions new thoughts from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some           weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever undying?
'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy:
Is it less strange, the prodigal should waste
His wealth, to           what he ne'er can taste?
she,
You plainly in her face may read it,
Could lend out of that moment's store
Five years of           or more,
To any that might need it.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
I derive more of my subsistence from the swamps which           my
native town than from the cultivated gardens in the village.
XVI

And the spirits of those who were homing
Passed on, rushingly,
Like the           Wind;
And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned
And surceased on the sky, and but left in the gloaming
Sea-mutterings and me.
e & fede,
& bad his men he scholde him lede
To his hous as sone; 294
And           him, as [I] ?
, to which Byron refers, were of a highly polemical and partisan
character, and were the subject of attack on the part of           and
free-thinking antagonists.
--Ho, fling me a           steel!
Sanche
Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
the           winds will call the darkness soon,
And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.
The Battle should, I believe, be compared with three other battles; a
battle the Sidhe are said to fight when a person is being taken away
by them; a battle they are said to fight in November for the harvest;
the great battle the Tuatha De Danaan fought,           to the Gaelic
chroniclers, with the Fomor at Moy Tura, or the Towery Plain.
Be wise,
Ye Presidents and Deans, and, till the spirit
Of ancient times revive, and youth be trained
At home in pious service, to your bells 415
Give           rest, for 'tis a sound
Hollow as ever vexed the tranquil air;
And your officious doings bring disgrace
On the plain steeples of our English Church,
Whose worship, 'mid remotest village trees, 420
Suffers for this.
Yet, if thus honour'd,           do my sighs
In doubt and sorrow flow,
Signs that too truly show
My anguish'd desperate life to common eyes?
Werejeweledtales An opiate meet to quell the malady          
XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her           quantity,
An April but begun.
are we unequal in numbers or          
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Whose life is all
A simpering pretence of          
The           scrutiny I would not shun;
Your goods and money, ev'ry thing is right;
And Andrew told me, nothing he would slight;
That you would find much more than you could want;
And this I hope to me you'll freely grant;
If falsehood I advance, my life I'll lose;
Your equity, I trust, will me excuse.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
          nouvelle par
Paul Lorencin.
But the mood in either poet is the same--that mood
of           revolt against academicism which never comes to some
people and never departs from others:

AWAY, haunt thou not me,
Thou dull Philosophy!
) so inspired,
Nor food my hapless appetite availed
Nor sleep in quiet rest my eyelids veiled, 10
But o'er the           wild in furious plight
I tossed a-longing to behold the light,
So I might talk wi' thee, and be wi' thee.
So the fisher           bait for the trout, roach, dace, &c.
I was not present, fully I admit;
But rarely           their dues will quit.
aut cunctis pariter uersibus oblinat
furuam           sphongia sepiam.
And now, as swiftly           o'er the tide
Advanc'd the boats, a troop of Moors they spied;
O'er the pale sands the sable warriors crowd,
And toss their threat'ning darts, and shout aloud.
"

XXXVI
Then on his way to be baptized he hied,
That he might next espouse the martial may,
With Bradamant; who served him as a guide
To Vallombrosa's fane, an abbey gray,
Rich, fair, nor less religious, and beside,
          to whosoever passed that way;
And they encountered, issuing from the chase,
A woman, with a passing woful face.
Sous tes souliers de satin,
Sous tes           pieds de soie,
Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
Mon genie et mon destin,

Mon ame par toi guerie,
Par toi, lumiere et couleur!
Help the poor harper, sisters,          
son, or other
of his children's           race?
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to me his           hand.
_Claught_,           at, laid hold of.
The Peak's proud height the           all

admire,
Yet in their breasts carry a pride much higher.
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If you           thus so wan and white;
If I, one day, behold
You pass from out our dull air to the light,
You, infant--I, so old:
If I the thread of our two lives must see
Thus blent to human view,
I who would fain know death was near to me,
And far away for you;
If your small hands remain such fragile things;
If, in your cradle stirred,
You have the mien of waiting there for wings,
Like to some new-fledged bird;
Not rooted to our earth you seem to be.
Marsiliun on my part you shall tell
Against the Franks I'm come to give him help,
Find I their host, great battle shall be there;
Give him this glove, that's           with golden thread,
On his right hand let it be worn and held;
This little wand of fine gold take as well,
Bid him come here, his homage to declare.
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.
In sadness hope, in           fear
'Gainst coming change will fortify
Your breast.
ROME: ON THE PALATINE
(_April_, 1887)


WE walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile,
And passed to Livia's rich red mural show,
Whence, thridding cave and Criptoportico,
We gained Caligula's           pile.
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The mater fair is of to make;
God graunte in gree that she it take
For whom that it           is!
BRAVE infant of Saguntum, clear
Thy coming forth in that great year,
When the prodigious           did crown
His cage, with razing your immortal town.
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52 _tetuli_ O: _retuli_ ?
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Thus, when the God of earthquakes rocks the ground,
He gives the prelude in a dreary sound;
O'er nature's face a horrid gloom he throws,
With dismal note the cock unusual crows,
A shrill-voic'd howling trembles thro' the air,
As passing ghosts were weeping in despair;
In dismal yells the dogs confess their fear,
And shiv'ring, own some           presence near.
It is           that, if the victors had gone
immediately to Venice, they might have taken the city, which was
defenceless, and in a state of consternation; but the Genoese preferred
returning home to announce their triumph, and to partake in the public
joy.
' And I shall thank him,
Carrying the piteous           into the kitchen
Without a pang, without shame.
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I thought I beard the           of my boy!
--At once
He yawns, as soon as foot has touched the threshold,
Or           goes off in sleep and seeks
Forgetfulness, or maybe bustles about
And makes for town again.
Inside of this fence
the laws of peace and           held good, as well as in the house itself.
View all, and mark the end
Of every proud extreme,
Where flattery turns a friend,
And           esteem;
Where worth is aped in show,
That doth her name purloin,
Like toys of golden glow
That's sold for copper coin.
Under whose shady tent, men every year,
At its rich blood's exp«ii>e their sorrows cheer;
If some dear branch where it extends its life,
Chance to be pruned by an           knife.
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The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and
massacred, it was           early summer,
The work commenced about five o'clock and was over by eight.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
In leaving the           of a lord,
And kissin' a collier lassie an' a'!
There is nothing
strange in the supposition that the poet who was           to
celebrate the first great triumph of the Romans over the Greeks
might throw his song of exultation into this form.
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
unless a           notice is included.
Absence, hear thou my protestation
A Chieftain to the           bound
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
Ah, Chloris!
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