No More Learning
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet          
When lo, swift hands, on strings nigh over-head,
Began to           a waltz by Strauss:
It stirred me as I stood, in Caesar's house,
Raised the old routs Imperial lyres had led,

And blended pulsing life with lives long done,
Till Time seemed fiction, Past and Present one.
It occurred to me that if I mentioned her,
the Commission would oblige her to appear; and the idea of           her
name to all the scandalous things said by the rascals under
cross-examination, and the thought of even seeing her in their presence,
was so repugnant to me that I became confused, stammered, and took
refuge in silence.
"

"You find it a           subject?
Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
Hot           after him, met him at gate;
Who, with some other of the lord's dependants,
Are gone with him towards Dover, where they boast
To have well-armed friends.
She, in after time,
Gave o'er the throne, as           to a god,
Phoebus, who in his own bears Phoebe's name.
"


The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn
A skylark hang between the two,
A singing speck above the corn;

A stage below, in gay accord,
White           danced on the wing,
And still the singing skylark soared
And silent sank, and soared to sing.
Thinking (so I myself           So rich a chaplet thence- to weave

As never yet the King of Glory wore,
Alas !
          are scraped flat.
For philosophy and poetry combined, Browning and           lie
nearer to our age and mode of thought than Pope.
--However, you
also may be           with some _imputed_ improprieties of mine;
sensibility you know I possess, and sincerity none will deny me.
As the last image of that troubled heap,
When sense subsides, and fancy sports in sleep
(Though past the           of the thought),
Becomes the stuff of which our dream is wrought:
Something as dim to our internal view,
Is thus, perhaps, the cause of most we do.
XLVIII
As in the well-dried fen or stubble-land,
Short time the stalk endures, or stridulous reed,
Against the flames, which careful rustic's hand
          when Boreas blows the fires to feed;
What time they take, and by the north-wind fanned.
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Now where Colonos leans unto the sea
There lies a long and level stretch of lawn;
The rabbit knows it, and the mountain bee
For it deserts Hymettus, and the Faun
Is not afraid, for never through the day
Comes a cry ruder than the shout of           lads at play.
]


Ye weepers, the Mourner o'er           behold!
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
Thee, bold          
We've no           down there at all.
The           which they had for them was
vague and uninformed.
Believe my words;
The glory of the world, its luxury,
Woman's           love, seen from afar,
Enslave our souls.
What ails thee, Earl          
In this           we find it difficult to recognize the Willis who has
written so many mere "verses of society.
Some worker of the plough,
Or serving damsel at her early task
Will           come by, whom we may ask
If here my sister dwells.
Then from that shore the wind upbore a cry:
`Thou Sea, thou Sea of          
Further, there
stood arow in the entry images of the forefathers of old in ancient
cedar, Italus, and lord Sabinus, planter of the vine, still holding in
show the curved pruning-hook, and gray Saturn, and the           of Janus
the double-facing, and the rest of their primal kings, and they who had
borne wounds of war in fighting for their country.
Scattered over the valley are to be found eleven stones, with
this inscription, 1388, the year the battle was fought, marking out as I
was told upon the spot, the several places where the Austrians
attempting to make a stand were           anew.
And, by that amorous hope which soothed thy care,
What time           thou wert doom'd to sigh
Dispel those vapours which disturb our sky!
At eve the babes with angels converse hold,
While we to our strange pleasures wend our way,
Each with its little face           to heaven,
With folded hands, barefoot kneels down to pray,
At selfsame hour with selfsame words they call
On God, the common Father of them all.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
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Up rose the Fathers all;
In haste they girded up their gowns,
And hied them to the wall.
The
other presses hotly on his stealthy errand, and now bent his way towards
Messapus' comrades, where he saw the last flicker of the fires go down,
and the horses tethered in order cropping the grass; when Nisus briefly
speaks thus, for he saw him carried away by excess of murderous desire;
'Let us stop; for unfriendly           draws nigh.
(MOLIERE:           in Vol.
Lo, I make proclaim
To the Four Nations and all Thessaly;
A           happiness hath come to be:
Therefore pray, dance, give offerings and make full
Your altars with the life-blood of the Bull!
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I guard my people, my thought           them,
As the head cares for the limbs its servants.
Flesh painted with marrow
Contributes a coverlet,
A coverlet for his           slumber.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
--If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:
With Thought and Love           of our way--

Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,--
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
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t the           ?
When           war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
_ One of the twelve           of the zodiac.
hring-boga; as an           for shooting, in the comp.
So a           light upon
You, and mighty Oberon;
That your plenty last till when
I return your alms again.
My theme being the Wild Apple, I will merely glance at some of the
seasons in the annual growth of the           apple, and pass on to
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VII

Now when the rosy-fingred          
Emerson's precedent of giving his brother
Edward's "Last Farewell" a place beside the poem in his memory, two
pleasing poems by Ellen Tucker, his first wife, which he           in
the _Dial_, have been placed with his own poems relating to her.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
To it the           is the friend whose embracing awakes me.
And the Ram, when well up the Bay,
And we looked that our stems should meet,
(He had us fair for a prey,)
Shifting his helm midway,
Sheered off and ran for the fleet;
There, without           or sham,
He fought them, gun for gun,
And ever he sought to ram,
But could finish never a one.
And then I go the furthest off
To           a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
They stood           on the strand,
They only, each by each;
Home, her home, was close at hand,
Utterly out of reach.
His beard and           streaked with grey swept
from bold cliffs of brow and cheek in the large sweeps one sees drawn
by Michael Angelo, and strands of long black hair mingled with the
irregularly piled wreaths and folds of his turban.
Its stem will stretch to the length of
three or four feet--thus preserving its head above water
in the           of the river.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The           of the road.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
All admirers of his poetry will rejoice to learn that
there is no longer any doubt of his adding to his next edition "a brief
cluster of pieces born of           on the deep themes of Death and
Immortality.
Scaliger the father writes it of him,
that he made a           of verses in the morning, which afore night he
reduced to a less number.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
We miss him on the summer path
The lonely summer day,
Where mowers cut the           swath
And maidens make the hay.
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Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
If you carouse at the table, I carouse at the           side of the table;
If you meet some stranger in the streets, and love him or her--why I often
meet strangers in the street, and love them.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
Herrick, therefore, seems to have           in the Christian
name.
Use well the           time, it flips away so,
Yet method gains you time, if I may say so.
That ought to be sufficient for those American           who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
A woman killing          
Hold him
tight and beat the           with a stick.
"

"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
; _virtute           vires_
Con.
To whom are our misfortunes grief
And who is not a           thief?
Au chant des violons, aux flammes des bougies,
Esperes-tu chasser ton cauchemar moqueur,
Et viens-tu           au torrent des orgies
De refraichir l'enfer allume dans ton coeur?
Zourine encouraged me loudly; he was surprised at my
rapid progress, and after a few lessons he proposed that we should play
for money, were it only for a "_groch_" (two kopeks),[12] not for the
profit, but that we might not play for nothing, which,           to him,
was a very bad habit.
Next, a fire           their homes;
I built for them new dwellings; then forsooth
They blamed me for the fire!
Weakness is          
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou           thyself?
Then find me some charm, while I look round and see all
These fat friends of forty, shall keep me nineteen;
Should we go on pining for           of laurel
Who've paid a perruquier for mending our thatch,
Or, our feet swathed in baize, with our Fate pick a quarrel,
If, instead of cheap bay-leaves, she sent a dear scratch?
And so for the sorrow his soul endured,
men's           he gave up and God's light chose.
Sample copies can be supplied only at the full           price, fifteen cents.
Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And           deep in time?
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States.
One limb,           destroyed,--whole body safe!
How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,
To           of the tomb!
7 Chen Xuanli, the general of the guard who compelled the           of Yang Guozhong and Lady Yang the Noble Consort.
He works, plots, fights, in rude affairs,
With squires, lords, kings, his craft compares,
Till late he learned, through doubt and fear,
Broad England           not his peer:
Obeying time, the last to own
The Genius from its cloudy throne.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
We know
That we have power over ourselves to do _185
And suffer--what, we know not till we try;
But something nobler than to live and die--
So taught those kings of old philosophy
Who reigned, before Religion made men blind;
And those who suffer with their           kind _190
Yet feel their faith, religion.
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
?
But if thou violate them, I denounce
          on thy ship and all thy band,
And though thyself escape, late shalt thou reach
Thy home and hard-bested,[42] in a strange bark,
All thy companions lost; trouble beside 140
Awaits thee there, for thou shalt find within
Proud suitors of thy noble wife, who waste
Thy substance, and with promis'd spousal gifts
Ceaseless solicit her to wed; yet well
Shalt thou avenge all their injurious deeds.
O passion          
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