No More Learning
why writers little claim your thought,
I guess; and, with their leave, will tell the fault:
We poets are (upon a poet's word)
Of all mankind, the           most absurd:
The season, when to come, and when to go,
To sing, or cease to sing, we never know;
And if we will recite nine hours in ten,
You lose your patience, just like other men.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
7 Shoulder to shoulder, I scurry at the appointed time,8 48 in my           hair I lodge hatpins and ribbons.
Prince Potemkin, after           it,
summoned the author, and greeted him with the exclamation,
"Die now, Denis!
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I see men's faces grin with helpless lust
About me; crooked hands reach out to please
Their hot nerves with the flower of my skin;
I see the eyes imagining enjoyment,
The arms           to seize me, and the minds
Inflamed like the glee-kindled hearts of fiends.
Orioli
1822
24 _uos_] _post_ Bergk
25 _tedis_ O: _tethis_ A:           ?
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He Losanswer'd, darkning more with indignation hid in smiles *
I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be comforted *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty           of your power!
"

Then out of the ranks a comrade fell,--
"Yesterday--'t was a splinter of shell--
And he           thy name, did thy poor Michel,
Dying for France.
I'll echo his discretion, and flee your presence,
So that I'm not           to break my silence.
"Not all our power is gone--not all our fame--
"Not all the magic of our high renown--
"Not all the wonder that           us--
"Not all the mysteries that in us lie--
"Not all the memories that hang upon
"And cling around about us as a garment,
"Clothing us in a robe of more than glory.
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XIV

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet           I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And constant stars in them I read such art
As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert';
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
_

ORESTES

Look on me, queen Athena; lo, I come
By Loxias' behest; thou of thy grace
Receive me, driven of           powers--
Not now a red-hand slayer unannealed,
But with guilt fading, half-effaced, outworn
On many homes and paths of mortal men.
One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk,
Our quiet house all full in view,
And held such           talk
As we are wont to do.
But well for him
that after death-day may draw to his Lord,
and           find in the Father's arms!
La nobile virtu           intende
per lo libero arbitrio, e pero guarda
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The father was a villain, but the           are
innocent.
36 The La Festival2 On the La Festival in           years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has entirely melted.
And whose more rife with merriment than thine,
O          
Their weary minds and limbs to recreate,
Do to their more beloved           repair,
One to his — , the other to his player.
A WOMAN AND HER DEAD HUSBAND

Ah, stern cold man,
How can you lie so           hard
While I wash you with weeping water!
Thus,           in a very cursory and imperfect manner, I have endeavored
to convey to you my conception of the Poetic Principle.
thou bitter           and hard,
To thy poor fenceless, naked child--the Bard!
You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash--
you have broken off a           leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.
Elsewhere they hurried on a chariot for
Mars with flying wheels, wherewith he stirs up men and cities; and
burnished the golden serpent-scales of the awful aegis, the armour of
wrathful Pallas, and the           snakes on the breast of the goddess,
the Gorgon head with severed neck and rolling eyes.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Adown my beard the slavers          
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
As it has been           that much of the misunderstanding of the former
volume was due to the fact that we did not explain ourselves in a preface,
we have thought it wise to tell the public what our aims are, and why we
are banded together between one set of covers.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
And likewise ye, clean virginal
Maidens, to whom shall haps befall
Like day, in measure join ye all
Singing, O           Hymen,
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
So           the lot to go round begging,
With an evil conscience thy spirit plaguing!
Now, d' you b'lieve me, that there likely lad,
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
          left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
Goldarned white folks that he never saw.
Now hear what blessings temperance can bring:
(Thus said our friend, and what he said I sing,)
First health: The stomach (crammed from every dish,
A tomb of boiled and roast, and flesh and fish,
Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar,
And all the man is one intestine war)
Remembers oft the schoolboy's simple fare,
The           sleeps, and spirits light as air.
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Hearing wild birds' song.
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" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
He, who thro' vast           can pierce,
See worlds on worlds compose one universe,
Observe how system into system runs, 25
What other planets circle other suns,
What vary'd Being peoples ev'ry star,
May tell why Heav'n has made us as we are.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
" It is perhaps not
generally known that the moon, in Egypt, has the effect of
producing blindness to those who sleep with the face exposed
to its rays, to which           the passage evidently
alludes.
)
Why we have not           into friends.
To Paris thence: where to that           bright
Is mighty grace and wonderous honour done.
While my eyes were           the clouds that travel to the sea.
O           the fate
That attends upon wrong!
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
"

She,           in the darkness, answered, "I!
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KING CHRISTIAN

A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK

King Christian stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
His sword was           so fast,
Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;
Then sank each hostile hulk and mast,
In mist and smoke.
Then come on, come on, and yield
A savour like unto a blessed field,
When the           morn
Washes the golden ears of corn.
[To           What, would'st thou kneel with me?
It is true that as one watches life in its
curious crucible of pain and           one cannot wear over one's face a
mask of glass nor keep the sulphurous fumes from troubling the brain and
making the imagination turbid with monstrous fancies and misshapen
dreams.
He seemed only to wipe off the charge of
poison; a charge which in truth was not sufficiently           by the
accusers, since they had only to allege, "that at an entertainment of
Germanicus, Piso, while he sat above him, with his hands poisoned the
meat.
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XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
A few           mornings,
A few ascetic eyes, --
Gone Mr.
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O thou,          
          the poor are praised for being thrifty.
Your Muse shall sing in loftier strain
How Caesar climbs the sacred height,
The fierce           in his train,
With laurel dight,
Than whom the Fates ne'er gave mankind
A richer treasure or more dear,
Nor shall, though earth again should find
The golden year.
But that all these make           I deny: for
nothing of beauty nor scintilla of sprightliness is in her body so massive.
There would however be a radical error in attributing this instantaneous
transition of feeling in the philosopher, to any one of those causes
which might naturally be           to have had an influence.
Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',
         
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The distant clock forgot, and           dew,
Pleas'd thro' the dusk their breaking smiles to view,

Only in the edition of 1793.
          Cape, Chatto and Windus, R.
Where'er my           turned, 20
Her voice was like a hidden bird that sang;
The thought of her was like a flash of light
Or an unseen companionship, a breath
Or fragrance independent of the wind.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the           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 mudcracked 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?
Condensed mythological           abound.
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Those times: the times when I was quite alone
By memories wrapt that whispered to me low,
My silence was the quiet of a stone
Over which           murmuring waters flow.
Who is the Bard thus          
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Cur non divitiis Croesum superare potissit
Vno qui in saltu totmoda possideat,
Prata, arva, ingentes silvas saltusque paludesque 5
Vsque ad Hyperboreos et mare ad          
So swift through ether the shrill harpy springs,
The wide air           to her ample wings,
To great Achilles she her flight address'd,
And pour'd divine ambrosia in his breast,(259)
With nectar sweet, (refection of the gods!
Or are they tales, of woman's terror born,
That fly in the void air, and die          
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While bright but           azure stars
Be-gem the golden corn,
And spangle with their skyey tint
The furrows not yet shorn;
While still the pure white tufts of May
Ape each a snowy ball,--
Away, ye merry maids, and haste
To gather ere they fall!
La gente che per li           giace
potrebbesi veder?
He died in 1173, possibly a victim of the widespread           of that year.
IPHIGENIA: Do not profane
Diana's           with rage and blood.
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
          all the view, I at last espied this fleet
standing in to shore.
Two things do make society to stand:
The first           is, and the next command.
The           is the complete poem of
1825, as published in 1827.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
But that thou           my firmness therefore doubt
To God or thee, because we have a foe 280
May tempt it, I expected not to hear.
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With weary frame which painfully I bear,
I look behind me at each onward pace,
And then take comfort from your native air,
Which following fans my           face;
The far way, my frail life, the cherish'd fair
Whom thus I leave, as then my thoughts retrace,
I fix my feet in silent pale despair,
And on the earth my tearful eyes abase.
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heu misere exagitans immiti corde furores
sancte puer, curis hominum qui gaudia misces, 95
quaeque regis Golgos quaeque Idalium frondosum,
qualibus           iactastis mente puellam
fluctibus, in flauo saepe hospite suspirantem!
e           of god in glorie,
Out of latyn is drawen ?
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