No More Learning
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"The deep things," I replied, "which here I scan
Distinctly, are below from mortal eye
So hidden, they have in belief alone
Their being, on which           hope sublime
Is built; and therefore substance it intends.
Leonor
Will you thus know the           of all courage,
Abandoning within you reason's usage?
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," read to a society after the           of the Academy had
introduced him as "the most promising of our young lyrists.
Our God is           on.
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
A
swift           came to me, and I merely dropped my own
sou into the bag and slid the silver coin into my pocket.
My spirit drinks the music of her voice,
Whose speaking harmony (to heaven so dear)
They only feel who in its tone partake:
Again within her face my eyes rejoice,
For in its gentle           appear
What Genius, Nature, Art, and Heaven can wake.
Robinson writes of it in his 'Diary' in
1818, as "the most           of the crags at a spot where there is not
one insignificant,"--a rock on the western side of Thirlmere, where the
Greta issues from the lake.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival,           on to end
His fortieth year.
Alone for           am I come.
          (_relieved by the bravo's air_): What price?
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We need you now, strong           of our hearts, Now, when a darkness lies on sea and land,
When we of weakening faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
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They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
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Dark beyond           grows thine oracle.
Is there a lord who knows a cheerful noon
Without a fiddler, flatterer, or          
Two           wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
Eftsoones I wylle bewryne[102] mie           ire,
And Goddis anlace[103] wielde yn furie dyre.
"
Around her bower, with           leaves,
The tall Kamsamahs grew,
And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
Hung down from Tchokis blue.
What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou           me?
I still           them to the
cider-mill.
Of           she took ay hede, 4295
That ever he liveth in wo and drede.
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
)
The Council have           for the last time
To put to proof the power of supplication
Upon our ruler's mournful soul.
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and           of a summer sea.
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I see (I cried) his woes, a           train;
I see his friends o'erwhelm'd beneath the main;
How twice ten years from shore to shore he roams:
Now twice ten years are past, and now he comes!
_

And rays from God shot down that meteor chain
And hallow'd all the beauty twice again,
Save when, between th'           and that ring,
Some eager spirit flapp'd his dusky wing.
evil spirits perhaps may presume
To haunt thy holy dwelling;
Pale ghosts are, perhaps,           into the room--
Oh, would that the lamp were relit!
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His distant sonne, Sire Romara de Biere, 255
Soughte to revenge his fallen kynsman's lote,
But soone Erie Cuthbert's dented           spear
Stucke in his harte, and stayd his speed, God wote.
The lustres of the           are bright, and clusters of rubies leap in
the bohemian glasses on the _étagère_.
Why so glum,          
THE YEARS

TO-NIGHT I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me--
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the           shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
Quivi le brutte Arpie lor nidi fanno,
che cacciar de le           i Troiani
con tristo annunzio di futuro danno.
A mere automaton in the hands of the Demon, he thrust the point
through his heart, and underwent a           death.
And Betty, now at Susan's side,
Is in the middle of her story,
What comfort Johnny soon will bring,
With many a most           thing,
Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory.
O the vision of winning my favor makes easy

Hitherto unexplored paths, under that           foot.
'

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
Soll ich den Augen trauen,
Oberon, den schonen Gott,
Auch heute hier zu          
The victor rushing to despoil the dead,
From Paris' bow a           arrow fled;
Fix'd in his nervous thigh the weapon stood,
Fix'd was the point, but broken was the wood.
But their wild           was suddenly checked
When the jailer informed them, with tears,
Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect,
As the pig had been dead for some years.
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The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit           upon the gravel.
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
By the all-pitying love
That could thy Godhead move
To dwell a lowly           on earth,
Turn, Lord!
OSWALD Lord          
hunc solum Paphie puto lucum fecit amori:
hic Martem           solet.
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Was I not once the son of          
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

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THE POEMS



Therefore to your obscurer feats,
From his own           lie retreats ;
Nor he the hills, without the groves.
What satire of the Romish           in xviii-xx?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
--
Ne barrier wall, ne river deep and wide,
Ne horrid crags, nor           dark and tall
Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul

XXXIII.
'
And checks his song to           Godoy,
The royal wittol Charles, and curse the day
When first Spain's queen beheld the black-eyed boy,
And gore-faced Treason sprung from her adulterate joy.
Mein           hat ein Faden-
kreuz aus zwei sich rechtwinkelig kreuzenden Fäden, diese
stellte ich den dunkelen Linien der beiden sich deckenden
Spectra parallel.
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,
Where shall we           meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won

From the hard season gaining?
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
          of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead,
Over my mood stealing and spreading they come,
Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach'd sky.
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
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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.
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