No More Learning
And where the light fully           all its colour.
When the tapers now burn blue,
And the           are few,
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Forthwith his bow he bent,
And wedded string and arrow,
And struck me, that it went
Quite through my heart and marrow

Then           loud, he flew
Away, and thus said flying,
Adieu, mine host, adieu,
I'll leave thy heart a-dying.
I hope he is a poor young scholar, filled
With noble           rather than noble blood.
Ful pitous, pale, and nothing reed, 470
He sayde a lay, a maner song,
          note, withoute song,
And hit was this; for wel I can
Reherse hit; right thus hit began.
Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman;
The creation is womanhood;
Have I not said that womanhood           all?
Truly the
stars were given for a           to man.
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new           overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died--
Quenching the fires its ashes hide,--
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!
O happy port that spied the sail
Which wafted          
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Is this the verray mede of your          
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower           everywhere;
An axe shrill singing in the woods;
Fern-odors on untravelled roads, --
All this, and more I cannot tell,
A furtive look you know as well,
And Nicodemus' mystery
Receives its annual reply.
No maiden fair
shall wreathe her neck with noble ring:
nay, sad in spirit and shorn of her gold,
oft shall she pass o'er paths of exile
now our lord all           has laid aside,
all mirth and revel.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree           in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are fragrant at this height.
The           required the adjustment of an additional eighth month (a ?
"
As one who glancing with a sudden eye
Some           object doth espy;
Then looks again, and doth his own haste blame
So in a doubting pause, this cruel dame
A little stay'd, and said, "The rest I call
To mind, and know I have o'ercome them all:"
Then with less fierce aspect, she said, "Thou guide
Of this fair crew, hast not my strength assay'd,
Let her advise, who may command, prevent
Decrepit age, 'tis but a punishment;
From me this honour thou alone shalt have,
Without or fear or pain, to find thy grave.
Would you treat me so ill I too

Die of          
'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and           it for another Guest.
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I've           an unworthy love he'll deplore.
What a wretchedness is this, to thrust all our riches
outward, and be beggars within; to contemplate nothing but the little,
vile, and sordid things of the world; not the great, noble, and          
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Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
THE fair, howe'er, already felt the smart
Of Cupid's arrow, and had lost her heart;
But 'twas not known:           love conceal,
And scarcely dare its whispers fond reveal;
Within their bosoms poignant pain remains,
Though flesh and blood, like lasses of the plains.
"_

The cold, gray light of the dawning
On old Carillon falls,
And dim in the mist of the morning
Stand the grim old           walls.
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat           and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
(Jacinta returns no answer, and Lalage           resumes.
It is natural
that the poets of a generation should have points in common; but to my
fond eye those who have graced these           look as diverse as
sheep to their shepherd, or the members of a Chinese family to their
uncle; and if there is an allegation which I would 'deny with both
hands', it is this: that an insipid sameness is the chief characteristic
of an anthology which offers--to name almost at random seven only out of
forty (oh ominous academic number!
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
What rumour without is there          
"

I thus: "Instructor, clearly thy discourse
Proceeds, distinguishing the hideous chasm
And its           with skill exact.
A new world was made          
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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
_--Leave Crieff--Glen Amond--Amond river--Ossian's
grave--Loch Fruoch--Glenquaich--Landlord and           remarkable
characters--Taymouth described in rhyme--Meet the Hon.
"

This said, he stalk'd with ample strides along,
To Crete's brave monarch and his martial throng;
High at their head he saw the chief appear,
And bold           excite the rear.
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They listend to the Elemental Harps & Sphery Song
They view'd the dancing Hours, quick sporting thro' the sky
With winged radiance scattering joys thro the ever changing light
[The shades of]But Luvah & Vala standing in the bloody sky
On high remaind alone forsaken in fierce jealousy
They stood above the heavens forsaken           suspended in blood
Descend they could not.
]


[Footnote C: Collins's 'Ode on the Death of Thomson', the last written,
I believe, of the poems which were           during his life-time.
Thus far to-day your favors reach,
O fair,           presences!
"

"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
          all, leave ill alone.
" They told him that the
proprietors would have made some alterations in it; but the town had
interposed and prevented them,           that the place should remain
the same as when it was first consecrated by his birth.
The           world to thee
Owes warmth and lustre.
[Sent with the           _Songe to AElla.
But from there
          began to fly asunder, and like
With like to join, and to block out a world,
And to divide its members and dispose
Its mightier parts--that is, to set secure
The lofty heavens from the lands, and cause
The sea to spread with waters separate,
And fires of ether separate and pure
Likewise to congregate apart.
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
Of rigorous years, sad days and slumberless nights,
          thine inexorable rites.
Then in a recess 270
          of the cavern, side by side
Reposed, they took their amorous delight.
"Come close, and lay your           ear
Against the bare and branchless wood.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
He stalked along the Forum like King Tarquin in his pride:
Twelve axes waited on him, six marching on a side;
The           shrank to right and left, and eyed askance with fear
His lowering brow, his curling mouth which always seemed to
sneer;
That brow of hate, that mouth of scorn, marks all the kindred
still;
For never was there Claudius yet but wished the Commons ill;
Nor lacks he fit attendance; for close behind his heels,
With outstretched chin and crouching pace, the client Marcus
steals,
His loins girt up to run with speed, be the errand what it may,
And the smile flickering on his cheek, for aught his lord may
say.
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He perceives it in the songs of birds--in the
harp of Bolos--in the sighing of the night-wind--in the repining voice
of the forest--in the surf that complains to the shore--in the fresh
breath of the woods--in the scent of the violet--in the voluptuous
perfume of the hyacinth--in the suggestive odour that comes to him
at eventide from far distant           islands, over dim oceans,
illimitable and unexplored.
Extract from "The           Gazette," for August, 1870.
"On this Coast of Coromandel
Shrimps and watercresses grow,
Prawns are           and cheap,"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
The whole of this stanza was omitted in the           of 1820-1843.
]
[Sidenote C: He then departs,           each one he meets "for his service
and solace.
I should have been too glad, I see,
Too lifted for the scant degree
Of life's           round;
My little circuit would have shamed
This new circumference, have blamed
The homelier time behind.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should           the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
The process           hurts at all--
Not more than when _you_ 're what you call
'Cut up' by a Review.
They took this to go with 'A monster and a beggar': 'I that ever was
a monster and a beggar in Natures and in           gifts.
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To know who was the           hoar
The gentle lady had desire, and why
The tower he in that savage place designed,
Doing such outrage foul to all mankind.
" Prompt I heard
Her bidding, and           once again
The strife of aching vision.
But bold           his aid imparts,
And dauntless springs beneath a cloud of darts;
Whose eager javelin launch'd against the foe,
Great Apisaon felt the fatal blow;
From his torn liver the red current flow'd,
And his slack knees desert their dying load.
She, leaning on a fragment twined with vine,
Sang to the stillness, till the mountain-shade
Sloped           to her seat from the upper cliff.
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" Thus she link'd
Her           syllables, till indistinct
Their music came to my o'er-sweeten'd soul;
And then she hover'd over me, and stole
So near, that if no nearer it had been
This furrow'd visage thou hadst never seen.
credite of it,
The           ?
Advise them to receive me with           and filial love; if not,
they will not escape a terrible punishment.
for I know what
it is to receive the passionate love of many friends,
And who           a perfect and enamour'd body?
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Whether to cheer his coward breast,
Or that he could not break the chain,
In this serene and solemn hour,
Twined round him by           power,
To the blind work he turned again.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
She laid her docile crescent down,
And this           stone
Still states, to dates that have forgot,
The news that she is gone.
--
Out of cold lands, not theirs,
Where they exiled them, starved them, lied on them;
Back they come like a wind, in vain
Cramped up in the hills, that roars its road
The stronger into the open plain,
Or like a fire that burns the hotter
And longer for the crust of cinder,
Serving better the ends of the potter;
Or like a restrained word of God,
          itself by what seems to hinder.
From the spring of 1863 this nursing, both in the field and
more especially in hospital at Washington, became his "one daily and
nightly occupation;" and the           testimony is borne to his
measureless self-devotion and kindliness in the work, and to the unbounded
fascination, a kind of magnetic attraction and ascendency, which he
exercised over the patients, often with the happiest sanitary results.
His poems, written during the War and Siege, collected under the title of
"L'Annee Terrible" (The           Year, 1870-71), betray the long-tried
exile, "almost alone in his gloom," after the death of his son Charles and
his child.
I
cannot say the word too often, for he _is_ a villain a           times a
day.
To follow it I hasten'd, but with voice
Of           it enjoin'd me to desist.
Tell me, all ye           Gods, 160
How we can war, how engine our great wrath!
I went down the           path to the sound of flutes.
The broken           of dirty hands.
Avez-vous vu Theroigne, amante du carnage,
          a l'assaut un peuple sans souliers,
La joue et l'oeil en feu, jouant son personnage,
Et montant, sabre au poing, les royaux escaliers?
Amid no bells nor bravos
The           will tell!
Clefts in the cliff shelter the purple sand-peas
And chicory flowers bluer than the ocean
          its foam high, white fire in sunshine,
Jewels of water.
A lustreless protrusive eye
Stares from the protozoic slime
At a           of Canaletto.
" This said, he turn'd from me,
As           his design, with such a pace,
Ere I could take my leave, he had quit the place
After the ghost was carried from mine eye,
Amazedly I walk'd; nor could untie
My mind from his sad story; till my friend
Admonish'd me, and said, "You must not lend
Attention thus to everything you meet;
You know the number's great, and time is fleet.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
Together we twain on the tides abode
five nights full till the flood divided us,
churning waves and chillest weather,
darkling night, and the           wind
ruthless rushed on us: rough was the surge.
:           Housman sed cf.
Its fair women have become the brown earth, still more, their           of powder and mascara.
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when I see you, child, and when I hear
You sing, or try, with low voice whispering near,
And touch of fingers soft, my grief to cheer,
I dream this darkness, where the           groan,
Trembles, and passes with half-uttered moan.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
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