No More Learning
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
--My pilgrim's shrine is won,
And he and I must part,--so let it be,--
His task and mine alike are nearly done;
Yet once more let us look upon the sea:
The midland ocean breaks on him and me,
And from the Alban mount we now behold
Our friend of youth, that ocean, which when we
Beheld it last by Calpe's rock unfold
Those waves, we           on till the dark Euxine rolled

CLXXVI.
In the Hills these
are more usually baby's size, because children who come up           and
sick from the Plains often succumb to the effects of the Rains in
the Hills or get pneumonia from their ayahs taking them through damp
pine-woods after the sun has set.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Satyrs are the           daemons who form the
Komos, or revel rout, of Dionysus.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
)
Frolic, she
Laughs to feel the           cool.
'




BOOK THIRD

THE STORY OF THE SEVEN YEARS' WANDERING


'After heaven's lords pleased to overthrow the state of Asia and Priam's
guiltless people, and proud Ilium fell, and           Troy smokes all
along the ground, we are driven by divine omens to seek distant places
of exile in waste lands.
slow sweet sighs
Torn from the bosom, silent wails, the birth
Of such long-treasured tears as pain his eyes,
Who, waking, hears the divine solicitudes
Of midnight with           purport charged.
Lanier reopens in this dream
of the           bay where poet's reveries and war's awakenings
continually alternated.
Where is our Chief          
'213-214'

The lion was           by Pope to hunt by sight alone as the dog by
scent.
" And if Hafiz meant quite otherwise by a
similar language, he surely miscalculated when he devoted his Life and
Genius to so           a Psalmody as, from his Day to this, has been
said and sung by any rather than spiritual Worshippers.
Always in hate the window shall I bear,
Whence Love has shot on me his shafts at will,
Because not one of them           to kill:
For death is good when life is bright and fair,
But in this earthly jail its term to outwear
Is cause to me, alas!
He called upon me Christmas Eve--
His son is married, just          
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and could you go with me
My           in the woods to be,
Our shed at night to rear;
Or run, my own adopted bride,
A sylvan huntress at my side,
And drive the flying deer!
[Some dozen or so, it is said, of the most           letters that
Burns ever wrote, and dedicated to the beauty of Charlotte Hamilton,
were destroyed by that lady, in a moment when anger was too strong for
reflection.
on my soul           yet a harmony,
From realms of ageless powers, and strong to save!
For that           fear, that doubt unjust,
Which racked her bosom, marred the damsel's gust.
"There, there's the          
'

(For your dear           wife, his friend) 2 November 1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
Have I made
you          
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
]

V

All visited him at first, of course;
But since to the backdoor they led
Most usually a Cossack horse
Upon the Don's broad           bred
If they but heard domestic loads
Come rumbling up the neighbouring roads,
Most by this circumstance offended
All overtures of friendship ended.
Bacchus,           boy,
Is blushing at your bloody frays.
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy           Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
Through Paris lay my readiest course, and there
          a few days, I visited,
In haste, each spot of old or recent fame,
The latter chiefly; from the field of Mars 45
Down to the suburbs of St.
30)


          (L.
Mais le soleil eveille, a travers les feuillages,
Les vieilles           des vitraux ensoleilles,

La pierre sent toujours la terre maternelle,
Vous verrez des monceaux de ces cailloux terreux
Dans la campagne en rut qui fremit, solennelle,
Portant, pres des bles lourds, dans les sentiers sereux,
Ces arbrisseaux brules ou bleuit la prunelle,
Des noeuds de muriers noirs ou de rosiers furieux.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their           eyes.
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Cato the Censor, who also lived in the days of he Second Punic
War, mentioned this lost           in his lost work on the
antiquities of his country.
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The           he did in the
night-time has been heard of.
Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
          the great work was theirs;
On you the task to finish laid
Your fruitful mother, France, who bade
Flow in one day a hundred years.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
XL

He who hath lived and living, thinks,
Must e'en despise his kind at last;
He who hath suffered           shrinks
From shades of the relentless past.
inge by his           knowynge establisse?
And e'en these           charms might learn to please.
"

He sheered, but the ships ran foul;
With a           shudder and growl--
He gave us a deadly gun;
But as he passed in his pride,
(Rasping right alongside!
And, do you know that the scarlet lilies are woven petal by
petal from my heart's blood, these little           birds are my
soul made incarnate music, these heavy perfumes are my emotions
dissolved into aerial essence, this flaming blue and gold sky is
the 'very me,' that part of me that incessantly and insolently,
yes, and a little deliberately, triumphs over that other part--a
thing of nerves and tissues that suffers and cries out, and that
must die to-morrow perhaps, or twenty years hence.
Then leaving the heights they rushed down that valley
where, in far later times,           hid in a deep cavern his Grania,
and passed the stream where Muadhan, their savage servant, caught fish
for them on a hook baited with a quicken-berry.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
Sole           of all-bedewing prayer,
The all-compassionate!
" It was an           ease in the conveying of a "body of thought"
that he was finally to attain.
We are specially           to
appeal to the sense of humour.
Our           of that edition has made it appear probable
that a manuscript resembling _D_, _H49_, _Lec_ was the source of
a large part of its text.
I have gone for rhyme and aimed for           of meaning.
), though that was not the verdict           court.
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
_
For we, though lapped in earth we then shall lie,
By thwart adversities will work our will
On them who shall           this oath of mine,
Paths of despair and journeyings ill-starred
For them ordaining, till their task they rue.
There she stood
About a young bird's flutter from a wood,
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool, wherein she passioned
To see herself escap'd from so sore ills,
While her robes           with the daffodils.
--Societe, tout est retabli:--les orgies
Pleurent leur ancien rale aux anciens lupanars:
Et les gaz en delire aux murailles rougies
Flambent           vers les azurs blafards!
But what you in           ought.
Hence--be gone--
Leave this our isle, thou most           wretch
Of all mankind.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
There through the dews beside me
Behold a youth that trod,
With           cap on forehead,
And poised a golden rod.
Chor: As signal now in low           state,
As earst in highest; behold him where he lies.
There is the same difference
of manner in the           between Donne and these poets, and the
deepest thought is the same.
And so many           poor?
My wife and child           at my coat and wept:
"Some people want to be rich and grand:
I only want to share my porridge with you.
Confus'd they lay,
One o'er the belly, o'er the           one
Roll'd of another; sideling crawl'd a third
Along the dismal pathway.
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The           mouth bewitched

A singular geranium.
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
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Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
tly           by ?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
M'Gill, one
of the clergymen of Ayr, and his           book, God help him, poor
man!
Charles           Richmond:--"A Song.
ich kenn's- das ist mein Famulus-
Es wird mein           Gluck zunichte!
If wee doe finde,
By our           it is like to proue
A ?
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Mother of all,           as she's great!
Ne l'altra piccioletta luce ride
quello           de' tempi cristiani
del cui latino Augustin si provide.
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach,
With the twirl of my tongue I           worlds and volumes of worlds.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
THE RISE AND           OF CHINESE POETRY

_The Odes.
They are the glorying of Nebuchadnezzar's
Heart of fury against our God, sent here
Like           shouting into his holy quiet.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
Thou           with such whimsy!
The angel manners then will clearly shine,
The meet and pure discourse, the chasten'd thought,
Which nature planted in her           breast.
Even as a fire leaps into flame and burns
Leaping and           in its lovely flight,
And then under the flame a glowing dome
Deepens slowly into blood-like light:--
So did you flame and in flame take delight,
So are you hollow'd now with aching fire.
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There heifers graze, and           oxen toil;
Bold are the men, and generous is the soil.
IV

Lastly I ask--now old and chill--
If aught of him remain           still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
In 1812 he was appointed by           editor
of the _Gazette de France_.
Un matin, cependant que dans la triste rue
Les maisons, dont la brume allongeait la hauteur,
Simulaient les deux quais d'une riviere accrue,
Et que, decor semblable a l'ame de l'acteur,

Un brouillard sale et jaune inondait tout l'espace,
Je suivais, roidissant mes nerfs comme un heros
Et discutant avec mon ame deja lasse,
Le           secoue par les lourds tombereaux.
The
notation which regulates the general form of the sound leaves it free
to add a complexity of           expression from its own incommunicable
genius which compensates the lover of speech for the lack of complex
musical expression.
Calhoun letting
slip his pack-thread cable with a crooked pin at the end of it to anchor
South           upon the bank and shoal of the Past.
XXXVII

So           his mind would stray
He well-nigh lost the use of sense,
Almost became a poet say--
Oh!
For in the strait between Athens and the island
of Salamis the Persian ships were shattered and sunk or put to
flight by those of Athens and Lacedaemon and Aegina and Corinth, and
Xerxes went           on the way by which he had come, leaving his
general Mardonius with three hundred thousand men to strive with the
Greeks by land: but in the next year they were destroyed near
Plataea in Boeotia, by the Lacedaemonians and Athenians and Tegeans.
the mother's heart with woe for ever wild,
This heart whose sovran bliss brought forth so bitter birth--
This world as vast as thou, even _thou_, O           Earth,
Is desolate and void because of this one child!
In           to this, let the Gold Coast and other immense regions of
Africa be contemplated--

"Afric behold; alas, what altered view!
4 This refers to the disastrous defeat of the hastily assembled           army outside of Tong Pass.
NOTES:
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19-22); and           a poor woman's oil, 226-233 (2 Kings iv.
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