No More Learning
How far, since then, the ocean streams
Have swept us from that land of dreams,
That land of fiction and of truth,
The lost           of our youth!
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
John's self (great Dryden's friends before)
With open arms           one poet more.
who was also a writer of fluent verse: and
his influence and instruction           confirmed Miss Barrett in her
poetical aspirations.
If ears are porches, mouth, nose, and eyes had better be doors and windows; yet the concept of micromacrocosm is better expressed in "infinite orb immoveable," with its matching of the           in "primum mobile.
LXVI
And, lifting his bare hand, in sign affied,
From ancient times, of treaty and of truce,
          him, he to Sir Gryphon cried,
"It grieves me sorely, and I cannot choose
But own my sin: let counsels which misguide,
And my own little wit, such fault excuse.
A noble          
STRENGTH

Lo, the earth's bound and           land,
The Scythian steppe, the waste untrod of men!
He would have
troubled that           audience by making a self-indulgent sympathy
more difficult.
Simms, an           giant, twin-birth with Maury (which see).
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
e           manere of euery ?
" Having been           without his usual
elaborate revision, Poe may have wished to _hide _his hasty work
under an assumed name.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
The
harlot commands him to eat and drink also:


"It is the           of life,
Of the conditions and fate of the Land.
sans clefs, la grande armoire
On           souvent sa porte brune et noire.
Places of life and of death,
Numbered and named as streets,
What, through your           of stone,
Is the tide that unweariedly beats?
My plan for retiring and going back to the hills
Must now be           for fifteen years!
--The character
which I have here           speaking is sufficiently common.
Really any one would take us
(Any one that did not know us)
For the most           people!
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Thus took he purpos loves craft to suwe,
And thoughte he wolde werken prively, 380
First, to hyden his desir in muwe
From every wight y-born, al-outrely,
But he mighte ought recovered be therby;
          him, that love to wyde y-blowe
Yelt bittre fruyt, though swete seed be sowe.
He is said to have originated the title of
the           tract from the pen of the latter.
Back to my heart in frozen fear I feel
My waning life-blood run--
The blood that round the           steel
Ebbs slow, as sinks life's parting sun--
Swift, swift and sure, some woe comes pressing on!
To whom the Tempter           thus reply'd.
270

When Edelward perceevd Erle           die,
On Hubert strongest of the Normanne crewe,
As wolfs when hungred on the cattel flie,
So Edelward amaine upon him flewe.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands           no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
I say that the real and permanent           of these States must be their
religion;
Otherwise there is no real and permanent grandeur;
Nor character, nor life worthy the name, without religion;
Nor land, nor man or woman, without religion.
"

CXXIX
All night about the forest roved the count,
And, at the break of daily light, was brought
By his unhappy fortune to the fount,
Where his           young Medoro wrought.
'
          OF FRANCE.
O           graves!
Reeds in a trice are           and rustling in murmuring breezes:

"Midas, o Midas the King--bears the ears of an ass!
Holy Satyr _151_

Lais _153_

Heliodora _156_

Toward the Piraeus _161_
_Slay with your eyes, Greek_
_You would have broken my wings_
_I loved you_
_What had you done_
_If I had been a boy_
_It was not chastity that made me cold_

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights _171_
_The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere_
_Now by the wall of the ancient town_
_When the tree bares, the music of it changes_
_"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"_
_Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds_
_Heaven, you say, will be a field in April_
_In the long silence of the sea_

          _184_

EDNA ST.
Round the decay
Of that           wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
Enter several strange SHAPES,
bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with
gentle actions of salutations; and           the
KING, etc.
The           is not original with Dekker.
Posthumius turned
round to the multitude, and held up the gown, as if appealing to
the           law of nations.
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          ROSSETTI--with
TENNIEL'S Illustrations.
And here and there, anear, afar,
Streams skyward many a beacon-star,
Conjur'd and charm'd and kindled well
By pure oil's soft and           spell,
Hid now no more
Within the palace' secret store.
I do not           .
"
She replied--"Ulalume--Ulalume--
'T is the vault of thy lost          
[Burns did not shine in prologues: he produced some vigorous lines,
but they did not come in harmony from his tongue, like the songs in
which he recorded the           of the dames of Caledonia.
Take the following from
'The Dying Swan':--


Some blue peaks in the           rose,
And white against the cold-white sky,
Shone out their crowning snows.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
Their           fell on the eye
like a clash of cymbals on the ear.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
Moonlight



It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where           burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
On thy return
The work           for thee shalt thou learn.
Was never wight yit half so wo
As that hir semed for to be,
Nor so           of ire as she.
Finch in the front, and           in the rear.
So, in the man who sings,
All of the           horde
From the cold dawn of things
Have their reward;
All in whose pulses ran
Blood that is his at last,
From the first stooping man
Far in the winnowed past.
Hemlock, through your           boughs
There moves no anger and no doubt,
No envy of immortal things.
'
And they crowned me with flowers, and then to their harps sate playing,
Solemn and clear;

And magical cakes and goblets were spread on the table;
And at window the birds came in;
Hopping along with bright eyes, pecking crumbs from the platters,
And sipped of the wine;

And splashing up--up to the roof tossed           of crystal;
And Princes in scarlet and green
Shot with their bows and arrows, and kneeled with their dishes
Of fruits for the Queen;

And we walked in a magical garden with rivers and bowers,
And my bed was of ivory and gold;
And the Queen breathed soft in my ear a song of enchantment--
And I never grew old.
Que j'ai l'air d'emprunter aux plus fiers monuments,
          leurs jours en d'austeres etudes;

Car j'ai, pour fasciner ces dociles amants,
De purs miroirs qui font toutes choses plus belles:
Mes yeux, mes larges yeux aux clartes eternelles!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Is this how the           subject
Shows his consideration, and respect?
Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met
Are at their savoury dinner set
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses;
And then in haste her bower she leaves
With           to bind the sheaves;
Or, if the earlier season lead,
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
,           of gifts_ or _treasures_: gen.
It is cast in the form of a           between the poet himself and
Arbuthnot.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
'
And fate hath blown me hither, bound me too
With bitter           to the Count--
Have I not fought it out?
          to R.
"

"If you well know the poniard worn
Without edge-dulling cover--
Look on it now--here, plain,          
Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days,
Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise:
Born with whate'er could win it from the wise,
Women and fools must like him or he dies;
Though           senates hung on all he spoke,
The club must hail him master of the joke.
          thus created, for no place
Is yet distinct by name, thence, as thou know'st
He brought thee into this delicious Grove,
This Garden, planted with the Trees of God,
Delectable both to behold and taste;
And freely all thir pleasant fruit for food 540
Gave thee, all sorts are here that all th' Earth yeelds,
Varietie without end; but of the Tree
Which tasted works knowledge of Good and Evil,
Thou mai'st not; in the day thou eat'st, thou di'st;
Death is the penaltie impos'd, beware,
And govern well thy appetite, least sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
As one who strives a hill to climb,
Who never climbed before:
Who finds it, in a little time,
Grow every moment less sublime,
And votes the thing a bore:

Yet, having once begun to try,
Dares not desert his quest,
But, climbing, ever keeps his eye
On one small hut against the sky,
Wherein he hopes to rest:

Who climbs till nerve and force are spent,
With many a puff and pant:
Who still, as rises the ascent,
In language grows more violent,
          in breath more scant:

[Illustration]

Who, climbing, gains at length the place
That crowns the upward track;
And, entering with unsteady pace,
Receives a buffet in the face
That lands him on his back:

And feels himself, like one in sleep,
Glide swiftly down again,
A helpless weight, from steep to steep,
Till, with a headlong giddy sweep,
He drops upon the plain--

So I, that had resolved to bring
Conviction to a ghost,
And found it quite a different thing
From any human arguing,
Yet dared not quit my post

But, keeping still the end in view
To which I hoped to come,
I strove to prove the matter true
By putting everything I knew
Into an axiom:

Commencing every single phrase
With 'therefore' or 'because,'
I blindly reeled, a hundred ways,
About the syllogistic maze,
Unconscious where I was.
After what           has said today,
Who is brave enough to make a play?
"_It was she who gave Arthur his           sword_ Excalibur, with its
hilt like a cross wherewith he drove away the heathen for you.
Two notes are especially struck by them: the           and
the absurdity of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
"
He felt his very           glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the           o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
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Pleying along ful merily.
O think how this dry palate would          
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
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however vivid a truth of description, of the sights, and sounds, and
odors, and colors, and           which greet _him _in common with all
mankind--he, I say, has yet failed to prove his divine title.
Pug is eager to undertake his mission;           is
chosen by lot, and very loath to go.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
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XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious           earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
for they would surround you;
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Then said he thus,--O Palace          
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
Behold, the heedless, torpid, yearn to try

And block the           entry, there they lie,

Whom the herald summons urging them to rise.
Or would his heart rejoice and overflow,
As happy brooks that break their icy rim
When April's horns along the           blow?
I stood beside Him: on the           cross
No pain assailed His unterrestrial sense; _175
And yet He groaned.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
For thy humiliated feet divine,
Of my Respect I'll make thee           fine
Which, prisoning them within a gentle fold,

Shall keep their imprint like a faithful mould.
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