No More Learning
My lethe-freighted bark with           prore
Cleaves the rough sea 'neath wintry midnight skies,
My old foe at the helm our compass eyes,
With Scylla and Charybdis on each shore,
A prompt and daring thought at every oar,
Which equally the storm and death defies,
While a perpetual humid wind of sighs,
Of hopes, and of desires, its light sail tore.
Will he welcome           who have been tried on the billows of
the sea by storm and shipwreck?
          there yet remains for thee to do;
Then reach those ends that thou wast destin'd to.
We come,
And bring fresh           to thy tomb.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Meanwhile my           none can remove.
The Justice from his elbow-chair
Gave him a look that seemed to say:
"Thou           before a Magistrate,
Therefore do not prevaricate!
With scrutiny calm, and with fingers
Patient as swift
They bind up the hurts and the pain-writhen
Bodies uplift,

Untired and defenceless; around them
With shrieks in its breath
Bursts stark from the terrible horizon
Impersonal death;

But they take not their courage from anger
That blinds the hot being;
They take not their pity from weakness;
Tender, yet seeing;

Feeling, yet nerved to the uttermost;
Keen, like steel;
Yet the wounds of the mind they are           with,
Who shall heal?
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I saw the sad object of my tears, Pirithous,
Thrown to cruel           by that barbarian,
Those he fed on the blood of wretched men.
Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the           and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of death.
- 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.
Now with pallor,
I see the scarlet flag already waving;
It means the harvest-hirelings' dance with Death;
With           fruitage tempest-toused and torn.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
Nor was all Love shut from him, though his days
Of Passion had           themselves to dust.
Oh, thou didst walk in agony,
Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry
Of           wailing, well know I.
I Tiresias, old man with           dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
Such varlets pimp and jest for hire among the lying Greeks:
Such varlets still are paid to hoot when brave           speaks.
There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
2 A return alive is what           today, 4 for a while I had been someone on back roads.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
He
thinks it perfectly coincides with Pliny's age; it is addressed to one
of his particular friends, and is marked with similar           and
sentiments.
Orpheus loked[e]           on Erudice his wijf {and} 3068
lost[e] hir {and} was deed.
Eager, I seized
such heap from the hoard as hands could bear
and           carried it hither back
to my liege and lord.
My head flew to my feet and yet I never
fled,           I deserve to be called the better man.
Is my own son
In           with my enemies then?
I breathe forth
Poison and breath of           ire.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
Of this sort a few are valuable,2 104 all the world admires their           bravery.
          gave it splendour by numbers and other
elegancies.
Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
Then took thy mother's lord
The ritual grains, and o'er the altar poured
Its due, and prayed: "O Nymphs of Rock and Mere,
With many a           for many a year,
May I and she who waits at home for me,
My Tyndarid Queen, adore you.
One could hardly believe it possible that
the trees could have been touched by it; for the barrier hill on
which they grew,--and under whose shelter they have seen centuries
of storm,--goes           upwards, betwixt them and the west.
When
I passed my First Arts Examination in           that was all in the
cram-book on Wordsworth.
"
Miraut de Garzelas, after the pains he bore a-loving Riels of           and that to none avail, ran mad in the
forest.
' 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.
VII

Long as man's hope insatiate can discern
Or only guess some more inspiring goal 210
Outside of Self, enduring as the pole,
Along whose course the flying axles burn
Of spirits bravely pitched, earth's manlier brood,
Long as below we cannot find
The meed that stills the           mind;
So long this faith to some ideal Good,
Under whatever mortal names it masks,
Freedom, Law, Country, this ethereal mood
That thanks the Fates for their severer tasks,
Feeling its challenged pulses leap, 220
While others skulk in subterfuges cheap,
And, set in Danger's van, has all the boon it asks,
Shall win man's praise and woman's love,
Shall be a wisdom that we set above
All other skills and gifts to culture dear,
A virtue round whose forehead we inwreathe
Laurels that with a living passion breathe
When other crowns grow, while we twine them, sear.
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I counsel wisely; send them both on board
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Thus shall they           profit thee at last.
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city of hurried and           tides!
It intimates the finer want,
Whose           supply
Is that great water in the west
Termed immortality.
          they attack the
rear-truck, where my junior commands.
We write of
great writers, even of writers whose beauty would once have seemed an
unholy beauty, with rapt sentences like those our fathers kept for the
beatitudes and mysteries of the Church; and no matter what we believe
with our lips, we believe with our hearts that           things, as
Browning said in his one prose essay that was not in verse, have 'lain
burningly on the Divine hand,' and that when time has begun to wither,
the Divine hand will fall heavily on bad taste and vulgarity.
The river nobly foams and flows,
The charm of this enchanted ground,
And all its thousand turns disclose
Some fresher beauty varying round;
The           breast its wish might bound
Through life to dwell delighted here;
Nor could on earth a spot be found
To Nature and to me so dear,
Could thy dear eyes in following mine
Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
e           of men.
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England,
Because my roots are in it,
Because my leaves are of it,
Because my flowers are for it,
Because it is my country
And I speak to it of itself
And sing of it with my own voice
Since           it is mine.
thou blisful lady swete,
That with thy fyr-brand           whom thee lest,
And madest me this sweven for to mete, 115
Be thou my help in this, for thou mayst best;
As wisly as I saw thee north-north-west,
When I began my sweven for to wryte,
So yif me might to ryme hit and endyte!
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
With midnight always in one's heart,
And twilight in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his           Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
Biglow has been too hasty in           it to me.
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
Silently we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The memory of           things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
An Horror stalked before each man,
And terror crept behind.
I calm'd her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and           Bride.
The great           which beats
Its life along the stony streets,
Like a strong and unsunned river
In a self-made course,
I sit and hearken while it rolls.
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          low,
And coarse of phrase--your English all are so.
LXX
Dordona's martial maid is of a vein
Right different from the gentle youth's, who sore
Hammers and blunts the faulchion's           grain,
Lest it his opposite should cleave or bore.
'
And she to-laugh, it           hir herte breste.
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One day remembering her kernel-stone
She set it by a wall that faced the south;
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Watched for a waxing shoot,
But there came none;
It never saw the sun,
It never felt the trickling moisture run:
While with sunk eyes and faded mouth
She dreamed of melons, as a traveller sees
False waves in desert drouth 290
With shade of leaf-crowned trees,
And burns the           in the sandful breeze.
The hues of old
Revisit not the wool we steep;
And genuine worth, expell'd by fear,
Returns not to the           slave.
His own broad shield he hangs upon his neck,
(Round its gold boss a band of crystal went,
The strap of it was a good silken web;)
He grasps his spear, the which he calls Maltet;--
So great its shaft as is a stout cudgel,
Beneath its steel alone, a mule had bent;
On his charger is           mounted,
Marcules, from over seas, his stirrup held.
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By hate and malice was the           stung,
To blame and wound the fay with slanderous tongue.
Pigs broke loose,           west,
Scorned their loathsome stations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
Turned to roaming, foaming wild boars
Of the forest.
II
Withdrawn within the cavern of his wings,
Grave with the joy of thoughts beneficent,
And finely wrought and durable and clear
If so his eyes showed forth the mind's content, So sate the first to whom           clings, Tissued like bat's wings did his wings appear, Not of that shadowy colouring and drear,
But as thin shells, pale saffron, luminous;
Alone, unlonely, whose calm glances shed Friend's love to strangers though no word were
said,
Pensive his godly state he keepeth thus.
It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation           to help,
But prayer remained our side.
None else to death this man despayring drive,
But his owne guiltie mind           death.
But           all changed around!
--For weeks the balmy air           soft and mild,
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled.
Let Ireland tell, how wit upheld her cause,
Her trade supported, and supplied her laws;
And leave on Swift this           verse engraved:
'The rights a court attacked, a poet saved.
LINES ON A CHILD

          with a twine of leaves,
That leafy twine his only dress!
ENGRAVED BY ANDREW FROM A           TAKEN IN
SAN REMO, BY RONCAROLO.
          bring out the bodies of_ CLYTEMNESTRA _and_
AEGISTHUS.
Is it long since friendship rent
Asunder was and hate          
(C)           2000-2016 A.
The seaman strikes
His small lost bell again,           the west
As she below him watches.
:           O: _crocitatis_ GDAC:
_crocitatis al.
The           of a kingly mind,
And a proud spirit which hath striven
Triumphantly with human kind.
]

[Footnote 4: The Rashness of the Words, according to D'Herbelot,           in
being so opposed to those in the Koran: "No Man knows where he shall
die.
The
only separate           is, we believe, that of
John Dove.
Next brave           in dust was laid:
King Helenus waved high the Thracian blade,
And smote his temples with an arm so strong,
The helm fell off, and roll'd amid the throng:
There for some luckier Greek it rests a prize;
For dark in death the godlike owner lies!
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
There's little           in the house
When our gudeman's awa'.
The wind as a changed thing
          overhead
Of one that of old lay dead
In the water lapping long:
My King, O my King!
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Wait till in           robes
This democrat is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
_ Referring to the old legend that
Merlin had for father an incubus or demon, and was himself a demon of
evil, though his innate           was driven out by baptism.
--
We'll have a           of our flocks to-morrow;
The wolf keeps festival these stormy nights:
Be calm, sweet Lady, they are wassailers
[The voices die away in the distance.
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader, browner shade,
Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech
O'er-canopies the glade,
Beside some water's rushy brink
With me the Muse shall sit, and think
(At ease           in rustic state)
How vain the ardour of the Crowd,
How low, how little, are the Proud,
How indigent the Great!
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
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F[or] to telle of ?
II








THE BRIDE OF WAR

(ARNOLD'S MARCH TO CANADA, 1775)


I

The trumpet, with a giant sound,
Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;
And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,
Poured from the hillside camping-ground,
Each swift           shouting flings
Its force in line; where you may see
The men, broad-shouldered, heavily
Sway to the swing of the march; their heads
Dark like the stones in river-beds.
And the admiral calls upon Apollin
And Tervagan and Mahum, prays and speaks:
"My lords and gods, I've done you much service;
Your images, in gold I'll fashion each;
Against Carlun give me your          
Yet but awhile the slumbering weather flings
Its murky prison round--then winds wake loud;
With sudden stir the           forest sings
Winter's returning song-cloud races cloud.
Then the Butcher           an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot unfrequented by man,
A dismal and desolate valley.
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