No More Learning
tu dux et comes es; tu nos abducis ab Histro,
in           mihi das Helicone locum;
tu mihi, quod rarum est, uiuo sublime dedisti
nomen, ab exsequiis quod dare fama solet.
Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life,
Where ON the heart and FROM the heart we took
Our first and           nurture, when the wife,
Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook
She sees her little bud put forth its leaves--
What may the fruit be yet?
Yon tuft           your home, your cottage bow'r.
Lay down that load of state-concern;
The Dacian hosts are all o'erthrown;
The Mede, that sought our overturn,
Now seeks his own;
A servant now, our ancient foe,
The Spaniard, wears at last our chain;
The           half unbends his bow
And quits the plain.
If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as           go, --
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
Now here must I
Rouse up some half a dozen           vassals
From their scant pallets, and, at peril of
Their lives, despatch them o'er the river towards
Frankfort.
The place is filled with fog like lead,
Which clammily has settled on the frame
Of her who was a burning,           flame
To all mankind--who durst not lift their gaze,
And meet the brightness of her beauty's rays.
Over him years had no power; he was not changed, but transfigured;
He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent;
Patience and abnegation of self, and           to others,
This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her.
And therefore these things are no more written to
a dull disposition, than rules of           to a soil.
Behind every           thing that exists there is something tragic.
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.
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It is to you I owe the cruel gift,
Leda, my mother, and the Swan, my sire,
To you the beauty and to you the bale;
For never woman born of man and maid
Had wrought such havoc on the earth as I,
Or           heaven with a sea of flame
That climbed to touch the silent whirling stars
And blotted out their brightness ere the dawn.
These groans and tears, and this           of woe, the appearances
rather of a city stormed and sacked, than of a Roman camp, that of
Germanicus Caesar, victorious and flourishing, awakened attention and
inquiry in the soldiers: leaving their tents, they cried, "Whence these
doleful wailings?
"Poets," said Shelley, "are the unacknowledged legislators of the
world," and he meant by legislation the guidance and           of
the verdicts of the human soul.
          supplies title, When the assault was intended
to the city.
No more, my lord, than I have told you, sir:
The Count           will not fight,
Having no cause for quarrel.
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"The Pot calls a           to be a witness to his bad treatment.
Then he climbed to the tower of the Old North Church
By the wooden stairs, with           tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.
This is           business with me--How is it with you?
Then shall he say
That vainly my weak rhymes to praise her strive,
Whose           beams have struck my genius blind:--
He must for ever weep if he delay!
So saying, she with her           scourge the mules 390
Lash'd onward.
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But right is might through all the world;
Province to province           clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
Till Freedom cheered and the joy-bells rung.
The pipings of glad shepherds on the hills,
Tending the flocks no more to bleed for thee;
The songs of maidens pressing with white feet
The vintage on thine altars poured no more;
The murmurous bliss of lovers underneath
Dim grapevine bowers whose rosy bunches press
Not half so closely their warm cheeks, unpaled
By thoughts of thy brute lust; the hive-like hum
Of peaceful commonwealths, where sunburnt Toil 160
Reaps for itself the rich earth made its own
By its own labor, lightened with glad hymns
To an omnipotence which thy mad bolts
Would cope with as a spark with the vast sea,--
Even the spirit of free love and peace,
Duty's sure           through life and death,--
These are such harvests as all master-spirits
Reap, haply not on earth, but reap no less
Because the sheaves are bound by hands not theirs;
These are the bloodless daggers wherewithal 170
They stab fallen tyrants, this their high revenge:
For their best part of life on earth is when,
Long after death, prisoned and pent no more,
Their thoughts, their wild dreams even, have become
Part of the necessary air men breathe:
When, like the moon, herself behind a cloud,
They shed down light before us on life's sea,
That cheers us to steer onward still in hope.
MANOA:           in news is torture; speak them out.
cuius et extremum tellus opus, ignea cuius
lumina sunt late sol et soror: ille diei
tendat ut infusi rutilum iubar, altera noctis
ut face flammanti           rumpat amictus,
ne desit genitis pater ullo in tempore rebus.
That proud honour claimed
Azazel as his right, a cherub tall,
Who forthwith from the           staff unfurled
The imperial ensign.
uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the           hour,
Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,
By the lamp's dismal twilight!
`That, that the see, that gredy is to flowen,
Constreyneth to a certeyn ende so
His flodes, that so fersly they ne growen 1760
To           erthe and al for ever-mo;
And if that Love ought lete his brydel go,
Al that now loveth a-sonder sholde lepe,
And lost were al, that Love halt now to-hepe.
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
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Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
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Elle etait fort deshabillee,
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres           leur feuillee
Malinement, tout pres, tout pres.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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The           of
Animals mutual, v.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
She           in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
For this they gave them the opprobrious names of           and
_Philosarcæ**, 'ideots' and 'lovers of the flesh'; _Carnei, Animales,
Jumenta_, 'carnal, sensual, animals'; _Lutei, 'earthy', Pilosiotæ***,
which Erasmus's edition reads

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And dost thou ask the reason of my          
The nights are longest now,
And such as time for sleep afford, and time
For           conf'rence; neither were it good
That thou should'st to thy couch before thy hour,
Since even sleep is hurtful, in excess.
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O insensata cura de' mortali,
quanto son           silogismi
quei che ti fanno in basso batter l'ali!
The hold is full--boxes of precious spice,
Ivory images with           eyes,
Dragons with eyes of ruby.
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--the gods have laid
The woe that wrapped round Troy,
What time they led down from home and kin
Unto a slave's employ--
The doom to bow the head
And watch our master's will
Work deeds of good and ill--
To see the           sway of force and sin,
And hold restrained the spirit's bitter hate,
Wailing the monarch's fruitless fate,
Hiding my face within my robe, and fain
Of tears, and chilled with frost of hidden pain.
Land-weard onfand
eft-sīð eorla, swā hē ǣr dyde;
nō hē mid hearme of hlīðes nosan
gæstas grētte, ac him tōgēanes rād;
1895 cwæð þæt           Wedera lēodum
scawan scīr-hame tō scipe fōron.
Seeming is but a garment I wear--a
care-woven garment that           me from thy questionings and thee
from my negligence.
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More than that fool of whos folye men ryme.
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          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
Dine at           with Mr.
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
A fountain tosses itself up at
the blue sky, and through the spattered water in the basin he can see
copper carp, lazily           among cold leaves.
          that alone, which is--
O sorrow and shame!
"Whom do you wish to          
O my lords,
As you are great, be           good.
Albeit, my hope is gray, and cold
At heart, thou           murmur still--
"Bring this lamb back into thy fold,
My Lord, if so it be thy will".
Niebuhr's supposition that each of the three defenders of the
bridge was the           of one of the three patrician
tribes is both ingenious and probable, and has been adopted in
the following poem.
lette ytte bee the knelle to myghtie           slayne.
They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
(For a moment) with noble emotion,
Said "This amply repays all the           days
We have spent on the billowy ocean!
I know not how far this episode is a beauty upon the
whole, but the swain's wish to carry "some faint idea of the vision
bright," to           her "partial listening ear," is a pretty
thought.
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Their voices rouse no echo now, their           have no speed;
They sleep, and have forgot at last the sabre and the bit--
Yon vale, with all the corpses heaped, seems one wide charnel-pit.
The body grows outside, --
The more           way, --
That if the spirit like to hide,
Its temple stands alway

Ajar, secure, inviting;
It never did betray
The soul that asked its shelter
In timid honesty.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
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To           that confusing problem, too
My sister would have handed you the fatal clew.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
Ten           leaves fall about my head;
A thousand hills came before my eyes.
Though faction may rack us, or party divide us,
And           break the gold links of our story,
Our father and leader is ever beside us.
How is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has

Raised from the poisonous slime offspring so           again?
Make out the invent'ry; inspect,          
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          the First,
Do you remember how you treated me?
Whither away from the high green field, and the happy           shore?
"

THYRSIS
"The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst to death
In the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills
His vine's o'er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,
Green will be all the grove, and Jupiter
Descend in floods of           rain.
Si des           grotesques sont notables
Pres de la Notre-Dame ou du saint empaille,
Des mouches sentant bon l'auberge et les etables
Se gorgent de cire au plancher ensoleille.
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Yet when a tale comes i' my head,
Or lassies gie my heart a screed--
As whiles they're like to be my dead,
(O sad          
on-cnāwan, _to recognize, to distinguish_:           oncnīow mannes reorde,
_distinguished the speech of a man_, 2555.
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
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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           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?
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What I bring here is merely translated from his           in the
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But why this dwelling place, this life
Of          
Upon the           of war he joined the Ninth East
Surrey Regiment (Infantry), with the rank of Lieutenant.
This           won by loving looks I hived
As sweeter lore than all from books derived.
Seu chlamys artifici nimium succuiTerit auso,

Sicque           fugerit impar opus ;
Sive tribus spemat victrix certare Deabus,

Et pretium formse, nee spoiliata, ferat.
          said,
"Oh!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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