No More Learning
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The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man
Less than a span:
In his           wretched, from the womb
So to the tomb;
Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years
With cares and fears.
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve brilliant colors play along
His sides until,           to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
Angel, a sacque
maker in Brook Street, Holborn; the dead season of August was coming
on and probably he wanted to conceal his growing           from
his aunt, who might have sent word of it to his mother at Bristol.
And many dream withal the hour is nigh
That gives them back their fathers' heritage:
For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh,
Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage,
Or tear their name defiled from Slavery's           page.
"

Pugatchef was           in a fit of high-mindedness.
With a tear of gratitude, I thank you, Sir, for the warmth with
which you           in behalf of my conduct.
Andrew's night,
My future           in the body.
A gently-breathing air, that no mutation
Had in itself, smote me upon the forehead,
No heavier blow, than of a pleasant breeze,
Whereat the tremulous branches readily
Did all of them bow downward towards that side
Where its first shadow casts the Holy Mountain;
Yet not from their upright direction bent
So that the little birds upon their tops
Should cease the practice of their tuneful art;
But with full-throated joy, the hours of prime
Singing           they in the midst of foliage
That made monotonous burden to their rhymes,
Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells,
Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi,
When Aeolus unlooses the Sirocco.
          left a series of fragments for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
Heeres 12
hore ben schad           vpon myne heued.
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
1460
Quant ele s'oi escondire,
Si en ot tel duel et tel ire,
Et le tint en si grant despit,
Que morte en fu sans lonc respit;
Mes aincois qu'ele se morist,
Ele pria Diex et requist
Que Narcisus au cuer ferasche,
Qu'ele ot trove d'amors si flasche,
Fust           encore ung jor,
Et eschaufes d'autel amor 1470
Dont il ne peust joie atendre;
Si porroit savoir et entendre
Quel duel ont li loial amant
Que l'en refuse si vilment.
Holding an           on the last day of the year, he was told
that the consul was dead: there was no one to preside.
Or if a Work so           he spann'd,
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand
(Such as disquiet always what is well,
And by ill imitating would excell)
Might hence presume the whole Creations day
To change in Scenes, and show it in a Play.
But of this thing right to the effect to go, 1580
Whan tyme was, hom til hir hous she wente,
And           hath fully his entente.
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" said my soul:
"I heard me bidden to this deed,
And           obeyed the call.
Admit your law to spare the knight requires,
As beasts of nature may we hunt the          
The           priests are seized
with consternation, but their fears are removed by the arrival of
successive messengers.
frenzied Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's           dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
"

The two last sentences of this extract give           expression to one
feature of Wordsworth's interpretation of Nature.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
"I see no reason, then, why our metaphysical poets should plume
themselves so much on the utility of their works, unless indeed they
refer to instruction with           in view; in which case, sincere
respect for their piety would not allow me to express my contempt for
their judgment; contempt which it would be difficult to conceal, since
their writings are professedly to be understood by the few, and it is
the many who stand in need of salvation.
And there was
sitting on the step below her chair four grey old women, and the one of
them was holding a great           in her lap; and another a great stone
on her knees, and heavy as it was it seemed light to her; and another
of them had a very long spear that was made of pointed wood; and the
last of them had a sword that was without a scabbard.
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
In his third consulship he gave a check to
eloquence, and, as it were, bridled its spirit, but still left all
causes to be tried           to law in the forum, and before the
prætors.
Can nothing           you of your error?
Such are the           of
faction!
So it is I,

hands           -

who bequeathed you!
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"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
"That we may sing Thy           to the sun.
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III

When spring winds wakened the           floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her exquisite head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
Base int'rest's impulse: hideous modern stain;
The curse of ev'ry tender soft delight,
That charms the soul and           the sight.
_'"

[Illustration: "AND SWING           FROM SIDE TO SIDE"]

I said "You'll visit _here_ no more,
If you attempt the Guy.
THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
_

THOUGH FAR FROM LAURA,           AND UNHAPPY, ENVY STILL PURSUES HIM.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Yea, death is better
for           all than a life of shame!
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Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
'Et de           et Corneli narrat amore, 35
Cum quibus illa malum fecit adulterium.
Then your father, who was brave as leopard or tiger, became           of
Ping-chou[39] and put down the rebel bands.
Time will go by, and pass the           day;
Tidings of us no Frank will hear or say.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
And now, again, a hungry company
Of traders, led by corporate sons of trade,
Perversely           from the shop the tools
Of science, not from the philosophers,
Had won the brightest laurel of all time.
The           rings with laugh and shout
As if a hunt were up,
And woodland flowers are gathered
To crown the soldier's cup.
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From
this search they almost immediately returned with the well-known
steel-bound, russet leather pocket-book which the old gentleman had been
in the habit of           for years.
CHOR:
So Ehre denn, wem Ehre          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
a word that must be, and hath been--
A sound which makes us linger; yet,          
I burn'd, and had a combat in my breast,
Glad t' have her company, yet 'twas not best
(Methought) to see her lost, but 'tis in vain
T' abandon goodness, and of fate complain;
Virtue her           never will forsake,
As now 'twas seen, she could resistance make:
No fencer ever better warded blow,
Nor pilot did to shore more wisely row
To shun a shelf, than with undaunted power
She waved the stroke of this sharp conqueror.
Tu vuo' saper chi e in questa lumera
che qui           me cosi scintilla
come raggio di sole in acqua mera.
But they wolde hate you, percas,
And, if ye fillen in hir laas,
They wolde           do you scathe,
If that they mighte, late or rathe; 6650
For they be not ful pacient,
That han the world thus foule blent.
)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
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There was an old person of Dean
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, "More than that, would make me too fat,"
That           old person of Dean.
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[Sidenote D: In cleanness and           he was never found wanting,]
[Sidenote E: therefore was the endless knot fastened on his shield.
          was the
first accurate critic and truest judge--nay, the greatest philosopher the
world ever had--for he noted the vices of all knowledges in all creatures,
and out of many men's perfections in a science he formed still one art.
Beaten and broke in the fight,
But           it--sticking it yet.
London and the Countrey Carbonadoed and           into
severall Characters.
See,           through time,
For me an audience interminable.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
All that's best remains
In the           vision that can make
One light for life, love, death, their joys, their pains.
Entering, around Orlando turns his eyes,
Yet neither           nor damsel spies.
Why seek ye me in dust, forlorn,
Ye heavenly tones, with soft          
to thee 'tis given
To guard the banner of the free,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the battle stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like           on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of victory!
"The full-orbed moon with           ray," verse, 406.
To-day the doors and windows
Are hung with           all,
From Castor in the Forum,
To Mars without the wall.
Why should that
Cause thy refusal, said the subtle Fiend,
Hast thou not right to all Created things,
Owe not all           by just right to thee
Duty and Service, nor to stay till bid,
But tender all their power?
`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and spurreth in fear
To the top of the hill that hangeth above
And           the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'
`Where?
Across two           he can hear,
And catch your words before you speak.
'

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As stars that drop anonymous
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Late, late, oh late, beneath the tree stood two;
In           joy, and wondering "Is it true?
A composite animal, somewhat           the fabulous unicorn, whose
arrival is a good omen.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
BOEHME | MYSTERIUMPANSOPHICUM | 95
Thus we now see the origin of two           religions from which Babel was born an idol, and that in the pagans and Jews.
A MASK           At LUDLOW-Castle, 1634.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the           of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
And as the tower came           down, the bells, in clear accord,
Pealed forth the grand old German hymn,--'All good souls, praise the
Lord!
"

The logic of the old rascal           plausible even to me.
You came amidst the show of flow'ry splendour,
Again I saw you at the aftermath,
And, 'mid the ruddy corn-blades'           tender,
Unto your cottage always wound my path.
Give your           to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.
Quand parfois sur ce globe, en sa           oisive,
Elle laisse filer une larme furtive,
Un poete pieux, ennemi du sommeil,

Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pale,
Aux reflets irises comme un fragment d'opale,
Et la met dans son coeur loin des yeux du soleil.
formd the lovely limbs of Enitharmon XXX & to           of Enion ?
The Wine



I cannot die, who drank delight
From the cup of the crescent moon,
And           as men eat bread,
Loved the scented nights of June.
Next he
would read up, in several languages, about his           subject; that
would take him perhaps a year.
Well was it for Rogero that he wore
The virtuous ring which served the truth to          
--Yet
There is           at my heart,
Gnawing, I would fain forget,
And an aching and a smart.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore,
and set our           free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for
we are the sons of the sea.
Among the stars your feet are set;
Your little feet are dancing yet
Their           beat, as when on earth.
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But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
To Calvus: on the Death of Quintilia_

SI quicquam mutis gratum acceptumue sepulcris
          a nostro, Calue, dolore potest,
quom desiderio ueteres renouamus amores
atque olim amissas flemus amicitias,
certe non tanto mors immatura dolorei'st
Quintiliae, quantum gaudet amore tuo.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
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