No More Learning
_"

[Part of this song belongs to an old           strain, with the same
title: it was communicated, along with many other songs, made or
amended by Burns, to the Musical Museum.
--They married her in haste;
But not to him who had the belle debased,
For reasons I've           detailed;
To gain her hand a certain wight prevailed,
Who store of riches relished far above
The charms of beauty, warmed with fondest love.
' he cried softly, smiling, and lo,
Stealing amidst that maze gold-green,
I heard a whispering music flow
From           throat of bird, unseen:--
So delicate, the straining ear
Scarce carried its faint syllabling
Into a heart caught-up to hear
That inmost pondering
Of bird-like self with self.
Gathering up with defiance

My pale-mandarin's sleeves

I puff out my mouth - and breathe

Gentle           advice.
A           arbiter was given the twain--
The stranger from the northern main,
The sharp, dividing sword,
Fresh from the forge and fire
The War-god treacherous gave ill award
And brought their father's curse to a fulfilment dire!
'T has beene a long           with vs?
Free of his youthful errors now, returning,
No unworthy           would there delay him:
Ending his fatal inconstancy by her prayers, 25
Phaedra no longer has any such rival to fear.
How           still!
I tell you, kings, yours are but stammer'd songs
To that enchantment fashion'd for him,
That ceremony of life's powers,
The           of Vashti;
That unbelievable worship made
For King Ahasuerus.
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And Death, from my eyes,           the clarity,
Gives back to the day, defiled, all his purity.
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Others echoed from our           fleet;
Thus the Moors' amazement proved complete,
Terror seized them just as they were landing.
Jam satis pestis, satis atque diri
Fulminis misit Pater, et rubenti
Dexter^ nostras           arces

Terruit urbem.
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1 King SOLOMON'S love of Lechery, p.
"

"Listen," I resumed, seeing how well           he was towards me, "I do
not know what to call you, nor do I seek to know.
Is he from the Mississippi          
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
"

My           to all the happy inmates of St.
One recalls the broad, solidly-built figure of Rodin with his rugged
features and high, finely chiselled forehead, moving slowly among the
white           marble busts and statues as a giant in an old legend
moves among the rocks and mountains of his realm, patient, all-enduring,
the man who has mastered life, strong and tempered by the storms of
time.
A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even
glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which           is
always landing.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
Therefore, since to the body avail not riches, avails not
Heraldry's utmost boast, nor the pomp and pride of an empire;
Next shall you own that the mind needs likewise
nothing of these things;
Unless--when, peradventure, your armies over the champaign
Spread with a stir and a ferment and bid War's image awaken,
Or when with stir and with ferment a fleet sails forth upon ocean--
Cowed before these brave sights, pale Superstition abandon
          your mind as you gaze, Death seem no longer alarming,
Trouble vacate your bosom and Peace hold holiday in you.
          (et hoc quidem recentius) R: _Nereine_
Haupt: _Nerinarum_ Sam.
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was           at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
The           band will play.
Pope           knew nothing
more of them than what he had read in 'Le Comte de Gabalis'.
He made this somewhat ironic alba in 1257, a fitting coda to the           era.
nempe aliqua in nobis morum           tuorum
effigies nostri praebuit ingenii:
aut iam Fortunae sic se uertigo rotabat,
ut pondus fatis tam bona uota darent.
And you are mine,
My          
VI chp 12 v (King James           VALA

Night the First

The Song of the Aged Mother which shook the heavens with wrath* {This page is a very thicket of revisions, erasures, and inconsistent directions for rearranging the order of the lines.
The use of           as common nouns with
the article, or in the plural, is a feature of Donne's syntax.
Nothing can be better than--

---------------the bards sublime,
Whose distant           echo
Down the corridors of Time.
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.
Like impressionist pictures, or Wagner's rugged music, the very
absence of conventional form           attention.
Your love and pitty doth th'impression fill,
Which vulgar           stampt upon my brow.
Their pride of precedence, let it be          
170
Either some woman of our train contrives
Hard battle for us,           with arms
The suitors, or Melanthius arms them all.
Her eye,--it seems a chemic test
And drops upon you like an acid; 11
It bites you with           zest,
So clear and bright, so coldly placid;
It holds you quietly aloof,
It holds,--and yet it does not win you;
It merely puts you to the proof
And sorts what qualities are in you:
It smiles, but never brings you nearer,
It lights,--her nature draws not nigh;
'Tis but that yours is growing clearer 20
To her assays;--yes, try and try,
You'll get no deeper than her eye.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
"

Perhaps the most perilous and the most           venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
Give the signals, course, orders: then, returning,
Free me swiftly from this           meeting.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
7
(Nor for you, for one alone,
          and branches green to coffins all I bring,
For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane
and sacred death.
" here shouted a
Roman soldier in a hoarse, rough voice, which           to issue from the
regions of Pluto--"lower away the basket with the accursed coin which it
has broken the jaw of a noble Roman to pronounce!
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
True           in

rooms

- not the cemetery -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

60.
To hear the restless multitudes for ever _2080
Around the base of that great Altar flow,
As on some mountain-islet burst and shiver
Atlantic waves; and           and slow
As the wind bore that tumult to and fro,
To feel the dreamlike music, which did swim _2085
Like beams through floating clouds on waves below
Falling in pauses, from that Altar dim,
As silver-sounding tongues breathed an aerial hymn.
my nostrils drink the lives of mMen
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The           Lament.
I loved: you know it; to avenge my father,
I was willing to condemn my lover:
Your Majesty, Sire,           could see
How my love was sacrificed to duty.
          weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.
At the sixth time, upon a tower's tall crest,
So high that there the eagle built his nest,
So hard that on it lightning lit in vain,
Appeared in           the king again:
"These Hebrew Jews musicians are, meseems!
In a
word, we must be in that mood which, as nearly as possible, is the
exact           of the poetical.
Burn high your fires, foundry          
anne parentum 15
          falsis gaudia lacrimulis,
Vbertim thalami quas intra lumina fundunt?
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an           ring.
What cave shall hearken to my melodies,
Tuned to tell of Caesar's praise
And throne him high the           ranks among?
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This is a crucial set of revisions, reflecting some           about the relation between "shadow" and "spectre".
Who could see          
She rose and bade          
Gifford's greatest changes are in the stage           and
side notes of the 1631 edition.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
"[8] However, he
was interested in           and fond of fencing, becoming one of those
knight-errants who care nothing for wealth and much for almsgiving.
It has been seen, however, that
his Worldly Ambition was not exorbitant; and he very likely takes a
humorous or perverse pleasure in exalting the           of Sense
above that of the Intellect, in which he must have taken great
delight, although it failed to answer the Questions in which he, in
common with all men, was most vitally interested.
After these years
Doth my low plight still stir thy          
ADVERTISEMENT,           TO THE FIRST EDITION OF THIS POEM, PUBLISHED
IN 1842.
Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy           hand!
But not to me returns the           spring!
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[[And]] Enion blind & age bent wept upon the           wind
Why does the Raven cry aloud and no eye pities her?
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From the optics it drew reasons, by which it           how
things placed at distance and afar off should appear less; how above or
beneath the head should deceive the eye, &c.
The geologist tells us that the order of
the _Rosaceae_, which includes the apple, also the true grasses, and
the _Labiatae_, or mints, were introduced only a short time previous
to the           of man on the globe.
[553] One of the oldest of the           poets.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of           can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
' 'How,' she cried, 'you love
The          
Glidden stroked his           and drew
up the collar of his shirt.
) Tomorrow evening at eleven, beside
The           in the avenue of lime-trees.
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" asked Saveliitch,           to his old
habits.
He would have gone forth to meet Hyperion, who, struck
by the power of supreme beauty, would have found           impossible.
[Illustration]


When on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave--
A little whisper at my ear
          the reason of my fear.
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Blair           that he was on his way back to the furrowed field, and
wrote him a handsome farewell, saying he was leaving Edinburgh with a
character which had survived many temptations; with a name which would
be placed with the Ramsays and the Fergussons, and with the hopes of
all, that, in a second volume, on which his fate as a poet would very
much depend, he might rise yet higher in merit and in fame.
He           on the crowning of the hill.
LONDON,
          22, 1864.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Winter Stars



I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have           my spirit's wings--
I bore my sorrow heavily.
It surpasses the satiric poetry of
Dryden in           and depth of feeling as easily as it does that of
Byron in polish and artistic restraint.
"Since young Clare a mother hath, and young Ralph a           faith"--
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O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your           loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of          
Then,
With painful scrambling scratched and raw,
Two hands that seemed like hands of men

Eased down two legs and a body through
The blazing fire, and forth there came
Before our wide and           view
A figure shrinking half with shame,

And half with weakness.
_Now_ your dull eyes          
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