No More Learning
And having given ourselves all to amazement,
We are made like a           song
Of life all joy, a bride in the arms of God.
A vile           of the Claudian house
laid claim to the damsel as his slave.
Then stand with vs:
The West yet glimmers with some           of Day.
'



EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
Cleaving and           here swells the
soul of the poet: yet is president of itself always.
It may only be
used on or           in any way with an electronic work by people who
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And don't go choosing your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where           weds indecision.
"
Oure lord hym           ?
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
Far o'er the bright           wave
I mark the flash,--I hear the roar,
That calls from sleep the slumbering brave,
To fight on Erie's lonely shore.
si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na           ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
iluGilgamish id-[ ]na-an(?
to my           the first crown was due, had
not I, like Salius, met Fortune's hostility.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
Long may ye roam these hermit waves that sleep,
In birch-besprinkl'd cliffs embosom'd deep;
These fairy holms untrodden, still, and green,
Whose shades protect the hidden wave serene;
Whence           scents the water's desart gale,
The violet, and the [iii] lily of the vale; 1793.
What though by Jove the female plague design'd,
Fierce to the feeble race of womankind,
The           matron feels thy piercing dart;
Thy sex's tyrant, with a tiger's heart?
_           confide bonis.
Upon my brain
It reappears once more,
As a birth-mark on the forehead
When a hand suddenly
Is raised upon it, and          
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be confounded and abash'd withal,
But lets it           pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
The great corpse lies along
the shore, a head severed from the           and a body without a name.
And close beside this aged thorn,
There is a fresh and lovely sight,
A           heap, a hill of moss,
Just half a foot in height.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Quintus Fabius and Publius Decius were elected
Censors at a           crisis.
LXXXIX
Not with intent, in his defence to bear
What he had taken, of the prize possest;
For he still held it an           care
To go with vantage on whatever quest:
But with design to cast the weapon where
It never more should living wight molest;
And, what was appertaining to it, all
Bore off as well, the powder and the ball.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
Of a' the           sons o' man,
Commen' to me the bardie clan;
Except it be some idle plan
O' rhymin clink,
The devil haet,--that I sud ban--
They ever think.
When within a thing so sad
Lies, thou wilt house a          
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
'A bird is singing in my brain
And           o'er with mingled fancies,
Gay, tragic, rapt, right heart of Spain
Fed with the sap of old romances.
Watts-Dunton in his remarkable essay on poetry is so convincing and
illuminating that it seems to demand quotation here: "Never before these
songs were sung, and never since did the human soul, in the grip of a fiery
passion, utter a cry like hers; and, from the executive point of view, in
directness, in lucidity, in that high,           verbal economy which only
nature can teach the artist, she has no equal, and none worthy to take the
place of second.
He watched her every step with all his eyes;
A hundred thousand           would suffice;
Indeed, quite useless Cupid these can make;
And Argus oft is subject to mistake:
Repeatedly they're duped, although our wight,
(Who fancied he in ev'ry thing was right,)
Himself so perfectly secure believed,
By gay gallants he ne'er could be deceived.
"

This was branded by a critic of these days, in a review           to Mrs.
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On superior powers
Were we to press, inferior might on ours:
Or in the full creation leave a void,
Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroyed:
From Nature's chain           link you strike,
Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
Be to us           as thou wast then,
As we forget thou hast not always been, 400
Mother of States and unpolluted men,
Virginia, fitly named from England's manly queen!
whether it was mine to stray,
With shrill winds whistling round my lonely way, [168]
On [169] the bleak sides of Cumbria's heath-clad moors,
Or where dank sea-weed lashes Scotland's shores;
To scent the sweets of Piedmont's breathing rose, 595
And orange gale that o'er Lugano blows;
Still have I found, where Tyranny prevails,
That virtue languishes and pleasure fails, [170]
While the remotest hamlets           share
In thy loved [171] presence known, and only there; 600
_Heart_-blessings--outward treasures too which the eye
Of the sun peeping through the clouds can spy,
And every passing breeze will testify.
'

But nedes day departe moste hem sone,
And whanne hir speche doon was and hir chere, 1710
They twinne anoon as they were wont to done,
And setten tyme of meting eft y-fere;
And many a night they           in this manere.
,
may simply retain the Surname of an           calling.
"

VII

Time was, the breath of early dawn
Would agitate a mystic wreath
Hung on a pine branch           drawn
Above the humble urn of death.
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With shame repulsed, with grief and fury driven,
The frantic Asius thus accuses Heaven:
"In powers           who shall now believe?
' The words soothed away his distress, and for a while
drove grief away from his           heart; he is glad in the land of his
name.
Perhaps the theory of Perizonius cannot
be better illustrated than by showing that what he           to
have taken place in ancient times has, beyond all doubt, taken
place in modern times.
At the close a shout rang round
the           as Ettarre caught the gold crown from his lance and
crowned herself before all the people.
While we wait the treasure out of Egypt,
Your sister hath           the state alone.
" "Love is the vital air of
my genius," he tells her, and adds: "I am deeply           that if I were
to remain a few years among objects for whom I had no affection, I should
wholly lose the powers of intellect.
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The           sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
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Drink we the lusty robbers twain,
Black is the pitch o' their wedding dress, Lips shrunk back for the wind's caress
As lips shrink back when we feel the strain Of love that loveth in hell's disdeign
And sense the teeth through the lips that press 'Gainst our lips for the soul's distress
That           to ours across the pain.
But I would           Thee
As the wide Earth unfolds Thee.
Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven
Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs, --
Emerald twilights, --
Virginal shy lights,
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,
When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades
Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,
Of the heavenly woods and glades,
That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within
The wide sea-marshes of Glynn; --

Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noon-day fire, --
Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire,
Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves, --
Cells for the passionate pleasure of prayer to the soul that grieves,
Pure with a sense of the passing of saints through the wood,
Cool for the dutiful weighing of ill with good; --

O braided dusks of the oak and woven shades of the vine,
While the riotous noon-day sun of the June-day long did shine
Ye held me fast in your heart and I held you fast in mine;
But now when the noon is no more, and riot is rest,
And the sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West,
And the slant yellow beam down the wood-aisle doth seem
Like a lane into heaven that leads from a dream, --
Ay, now, when my soul all day hath drunken the soul of the oak,
And my heart is at ease from men, and the wearisome sound of the stroke
Of the scythe of time and the trowel of trade is low,
And belief           doubt, and I know that I know,
And my spirit is grown to a lordly great compass within,
That the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn
Will work me no fear like the fear they have wrought me of yore
When length was fatigue, and when breadth was but bitterness sore,
And when terror and shrinking and dreary unnamable pain
Drew over me out of the merciless miles of the plain, --

Oh, now, unafraid, I am fain to face
The vast sweet visage of space.
She were worthy for to bene 1265
An           or crouned quene.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Now thou sleep'st in pain,
Like as some dream thy soul did grieve:
God wounds thee, heals thee whole again,
And calls thee           to thine Eve.
"The lass o' Patie's mill" is one of
Ramsay's best songs; but there is one loose           in it, which my
much-valued friend Mr.
A detachment of these going to drink
at a lake in Lycia, a crowd of peasants           to prevent them.
I saw it now
as men must see it forever afterwards;
no poet could write again,
"the red-lily,
a girl's laugh caught in a kiss;"
it was his to pour in the vat
from which all poets dip and quaff,
for poets are           in this.
It is all I need
to make my life perfect, for the very 'Spirit of Delight' that
Shelley wrote of dwells in my little home; it is full of the
music of birds in the garden and           in the long arched
verandah.
And you," continued
he, turning towards Chvabrine, "do not swagger; whether she be your wife
or no, I take           I please to see her.
For it the nebula cohered to an orb,
The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and           it
with care.
Six days we day and night
          sailed, but when Saturnian Jove
Now bade the sev'nth bright morn illume the skies,
Then, shaft-arm'd Dian struck the woman dead.
THE APPLE TREE

Secret and wise as nature, like the wind
Melancholy or light-hearted without reason,
And like the waxing or the waning moon
Ever pale and lovely: you are like these
Because you are free and live by your own law;
While I,           life and half alive,
Dream, hope, regret and fear and blunder on.
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He'll hae           great and sma',
But ay a heart aboon them a';
He'll be a credit to us a',
We'll a' be proud o' Robin.
_

"Ruin seize thee,           King!
I think the eyebrow, the forehead, the cheek, chin,
lip, or any part else are as           and natural in the place.
Their
splendid Odes are far in advance of any prior attempts, Spenser's
excepted: they exhibit the wider and grander range which years and
experience and the           of the time conferred on Poetry.
Mathias' _Essay on the           .
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My           and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
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Sweetly deckt with pearly dew
The morning rose may blow;
But cold           noontide blasts
May lay its beauties low.
Come, tell me what           fair
Will serve you now, her bridegroom slain?
And this myself as king unto my King
I give, to Him Who gave Himself for me;
Who gives Himself to me, and bids me sing
A sweet new song of His           set free;
He bids me sing: O death, where is thy sting?
' I said; for I
am well           in the ways of the visionaries and in the fashion
of their speech.
]






THE TWO VOICES


First           in 1842, though begun as early as 1833 and in course of
composition in 1834.
iam me prodere, iam non dubitas fallere,          
I shivered comfortless, but cast
No chill across the tablecloth;
I, all-forgotten, shivered, sad
To stay, and yet to part how loth:
I passed from the           room,
I who from love had passed away, 30
Like the remembrance of a guest
That tarrieth but a day.
STRANGE creatures are these nuns, upon my word;
Their ways           and e'en absurd;
Who, with the sisterhood, has never been,
Has clearly yet, not perfect torment seen,
Such service, prithee, never try to gain;
To do what they require I know is vain;
One will have soft, and t'other asks for hard:
Thou'lt be a fool such ninnies to regard;
No work thou'lt do, whatever be the want:
THIS cabbages,--THAT carrots tells thee plant:
Said t'other, fain I'd bring it to the test;
I'm but a simpleton, it is confessed;
Yet still a month in place, and thou wilt see;
How well I with the convent-dames agree.
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and in mid stroke deserts its eager lord.
_

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He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one brimming cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and           Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
LOVE'S APPARITION AND EVANISHMENT

AN           ROMANCE


Like a lone Arab, old and blind,
Some caravan had left behind,
Who sits beside a ruin'd well,
Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell;
And now he hangs his aged head aslant,
And listens for a human sound--in vain!
O the burials of me past and present,
O me while I stride ahead, material, visible,           as ever;
O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;)
O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and
look at where I cast them,
To pass on, (O living!
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